#bap: mock-up

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

"Can you hold still?" Soda leans over Darry's stomach, puttin' his full weight into it, and Darry laughs. Soda shoots him an agitated little frown he doesn't mean at all and jabs him matter of factly in the stomach. "It's star day this is important."

Darry rolls his eyes but settles back down. "I can't help it." Soda leans sits back, spins the marker in his hand over his fingers. "I'm ticklish."

"Well, figure it out or I'm gonna sic Pony on you." Darry tips his head back 'n looks at Pony upside down. His youngest brother pulls out a more than passin' imitation of the Darry's glare. Though, he should be good at it. He's seen it nearly every day. Darry reaches up 'n baps him on the head 'n Pony cracks 'n laughs.

He's layin' on his back on the living room floor, Soda at his side and head restin' in Pony's lap. Soda brings the marker back against Darry's ribs and he does his best not to laugh. He only half succeeds until he glances down at Soda's tongue bit between his teeth 'n the furrowed brow he only gets when he's focusin'. It's not funny but glory he looks so much like when he was six 'n drawin' horses at the kitchen table with the concentration of Michael Angelo, Darry can't help but snort.

"Darry!" Soda opens his mouth in mock frustration 'n that just makes Darry laugh harder. "That's it. Pony. Sic 'em."

"Wait-!" Pony worms his hand down before Darry can bat it away 'n jabs him in the ribs. "OW! That's it, you're cut off." He fights to sit up but Soda 'n Pony both jump down on him, howlin' with laughter.

"Nuh uh, mister! I'm not done!" Pony presses both his palms down on Darry's shoulders 'n Darry humors him by pretendin' that it makes any difference in him gettin' up or not.

Soda puts his marker back down 'n Darry valently bites his lip 'n doesn't even squirm. He lasts forty-five seconds. "Soda-"

"Finished!" Soda presses the cap back on 'n tosses it to Pony who snatches it out of the air.

"Can I see?" Soda studies Darry's torso for a second 'n then nods happily. Darry grabs the shavin' mirror Soda offers him 'n admires the nonsensical lines connectin' the freckles dottin' his body from his stomach up to his neck. The ones all the Curtis' only got in summer. He smiles, runs a finger along the ink fondly. "Damn Soda! You went all out this year, huh! Care to, uh, explain?"

Soda grins at Pony and points to six freckles on his side. Darry tilts his head 'n furrows his brow. "One guess on this one." Oh, well that narrowed it down.

"That one Pony's?"

"Ding ding ding!" Whenever Soda drew constellations he always managed one for Pony, a horse, 'n one for himself, a pop bottle. If Darry squinted he could see it. He could also see a dog, cat, 'n just about any four-legged animal with a tail but he would keep that to himself.

"Where's yours, Soda?" Soda points to a sort of temple that started on his collarbone 'n ended on his shoulder. It takes Darry a moment longer but he can pick out the vague shape of the bottle.

"Alright, now the rest of 'em." Soda carefully explains each one, two more horses, naturally, a fish, Orion's belt, a wonky set of three dots along a rib, a lasso, 'n two little smilies. Darry carefully traces each one, more than a little impressed by how his brothers could take a handful of random dots 'n find so many little pictures.

"My turn!" Pony jabbed Darry in the side 'n took his place on the floor. He slaps nearly every pocket before he refinds the marker, handin' it over to Darry with a mischievous lil' grin to Soda.

He pulls his t-shirt straight over his head even though most of his freckles are clustered on his arms 'n face. He never picked up his brother's tendency to walk around all summer in no shirt. Dallas always made teased him for that. Glory, Pony's playin' modest 'n makin' the rest of us look like whores. 'N Two would always howl well if the shoe fits! 'N then duck out of Dallas' grip fast as he could. Only Soda 'n Darry knew the real reason. The kid didn't tan one bit. No siree, Pony burned.

He lays flat on the floor, eyes closed, Soda playin' with hair idly. Darry picks up Pony's arm 'n twists it, lookin' for anythin' that sticks out to him. Darry always did Pony's. Pony enjoyed just layin' there 'n Darry needed more time to study where the dots could become shapes. Pony would do Soda's since, out of all of them, the kid had an imagination that could spin 'n spin 'n spit out ideas 'n drawin's n' stories the fastest. 'N Soda had an incredibly short patience for not movin'.

"Hey, look." Soda brushes back Pony's bangs 'n gently traces a jagged line across his forehead. "Hand me that." Before Pony can swat his hand away Soda's connected the freckles from one temple to the other so they form a mountain range across his skin.

"Our little prince, huh." Pony opens one eye 'n glares down at Darry but his oldest brother is just lookin' at him with that fond little smile he gets.

"Oh c'mon." He wriggles around on the carpet 'n gets nothin' for his troubles but rugburn. "Hurry uppppp."

"You sound like me now, Pone." Soda ruffles his hair 'n Pony reaches up blindly with his free arm to swing at him.

"Well, maybe I'd be done faster if you'd stop wigglin'." They drift into a soft silence, Soda standin' up halfway through to cue up the Beatles' latest record, The White Album, which had been a joint birthday gift for Darry last month. Half of the gift had been them toleratin' Darry's affinity for that McCartney kid's weepy grandma songs.

"Alright, I think I'm done." Pony jolts up, grinnin' down at his arms.

"Lemme see, lemme see." Darry twists the mirror around so he can see the back of his biceps, pointin' out what was what.

"Look, this is Soda's." Darry's linked four freckles into an elongated diamond 'n penned in DX. Soda cracks up, twistin' Pony's arms so he can see better 'n forgettin' it's attached to the kid.

"You're a walkin' ad, kid! They should hire you!" Pony snatches his arm back 'n wrinkles his nose up.

"'N work with Steve? Yeah, hard pass." Soda howls 'n Pony tries 'n fails to look put out.

"Hey, this must be yours, Dar." Soda positions the mirror so Pony can better see the lopsided Superman logo on the back of his shoulder.

"Yup, but this one's my favorite." Down the hollow of Pony's throat 'n up under his jaw are three little stick figures all facin' different directions.

"Hey! That's us, right?" Darry ruffles his hair and drops a kiss to the freckle on his temple that makes up the end of his crown.

"Yup," He shoots Soda a grin 'n wiggles his eyebrows conspiratorially, "the shrimpy one is you."

"They're sticks! They all look the same!" Soda grabs him by the chin so he can get a better look.

"Nope, Darry's right." He nods solemnly. "The good lookin' on is me." Pony shoves him off 'n he lands on his ass. Darry hoots a laugh 'n manhandles Soda so his head is restin' on Darry's knee.

"See, Soda gets my creative vision." Soda peeks up at him, upside down, 'n cackles.

"Oh shut up." Pony snatches the marker from Darry 'n instantly goes to work. Soda starts squirmin' less than a minute in 'n Darry leans over 'n flips the TV on, an episode of Scooby-Doo is playin' 'n Soda grins 'n crains his neck to watch.

"You got our north star this year, Pepsi." Darry taps Soda on the tip of his nose where one single fair freckle stands out against his tan skin.

"No kiddin'? Pony's had it the last three years, the hog." Pony sticks his tongue out 'n goes back to drawin'.

The episode's not even half over before Pony nods, self-satisfied. "Alright, c'mere."

"Oh my God, Pony, why do we even try?" Pony's blushes, the tips of his ears goin' red.

"They're just doodles."

"Do I need to bring up Soda's horse?"

"Hey-!"

Pony's joined vast groups of freckles into three distinct shapes across Soda's chest 'n stomach. A horse, that looks far more identifiable than Soda's drawin', across his side, a record 'n the player on Soda's left ribs, a map of some of the actual constellations Pony would drag them outside on clear nights to point out over Soda's heart. Darry can pick out the big dipper, one of the triangles, 'n the bear.

"Wait, this one's my favorite." He points to two little hearts on each side of Soda's face made from four little freckles each.

Soda twists this way 'n that gigglin' between the horse 'n the freckles. "God, Pone, you missed your callin' as an artist."

"Damn straight!" Darry laughs 'n pulls both his kid brothers in tight for a hug. Pony whines but buries his head in Darry's chest beside Soda. "Well, I dunno about y'all but I'm hungry after all that."

Soda whoops already clamberin' off the floor 'n divin' for the keys before Darry can get to them. "Dairy Queen!"

Pony throws his shirt back on, carefully rollin' up the sleeves so Darry's Superman logo can still be seen. Darry reaches over 'n pulls him in for another hug.

"You sure you don't wanna wipe any of that off?" Pony gestures to the mess of marker 'n Darry laughs, brushin' Pony's hair back.

Soda's already climbed in the truck, shirt still off 'n Pony's drawin's on full display.

"Hell no! I got stars to show off."

[7s3ven]

NOBODY’S SON, NOBODY’S DAUGHTER. luke (pjo) pt 3

PART 1 > PART 2 > PART 3 > PART 4 (last pt)

( masterlist )

IN WHICH… being the boyfriend of Zeus’ daughter is easy for Luke but their relationship is tested when a new arrival has his eyes set on someone in particular; Y/N.

“You’re in the wind, I’m in the water. Nobody’s son, nobody’s daughter.”

Warnings : Luke ain’t gonna betray anyone this time, don’t worry, not following plot, communication problems, relationship problems, Y/N and Luke are little rocky together, a little bit of angst

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Life was good for Luke. He was still the most respected swordsman at camp, the Hermes cabin was as energetic as ever, and he had been dating his longtime crush for months now. Everything was perfect.

“Hey Sparky.” Luke said as he walked into Y/N’s cabin without a second thought. She was still lying in bed, glaring at him with her E/C eyes that he loved so much.

“It’s six in the morning. Get out or be quiet.” Y/N waved him off but he was persistent.

“You promised to train with me.” Luke frowned, hurrying over to kneel beside Y/N’s bed.

“Tomorrow.” She muttered, closing her eyes so she could sneak in a moment more of sleep.

“You said that yesterday. And the day before. At least hold my water bottle!”

Y/N couldn’t resist Luke when he looked at her with those puppy eyes. Eventually, she found herself standing in the centre of the arena dressed in loosely fitting armour and holding a heavy sword. “I never agreed to this.” She muttered, furrowing her eyebrows.

She wasn’t even fully dressed, still in her pjs under the armour, while Luke was ready to go. He took a huge gulp of cold water from his bottle, grinning.

“Just one round, Sparky. Fight me like you mean it and I’ll let you sit out.”

But fighting Luke was never an easy feat. Five minutes later, Y/N was still locked in a complicated battle with her brown-haired sweetheart.

“Slow down, will you? I just woke up.” She muttered, sloppily blocking a blow that was aimed at her chest. Luke merely chuckled, swinging his weapon even faster.

“Sorry, Sparky. But I’ve got to train somehow.”

“By almost maiming your girlfriend?!” Y/N exclaimed as she ducked. She quickly rolled across the ground and stood up behind Luke.

“Yeah. Something like that.” He sent her a mischievous wink as he spun around, metal clashing against metal. Y/N scoffed, kicking his ankles. She liked to play dirty. In one of their first capture the flag matches, Y/N had bit Luke. And had drawn blood. That was the start to their close relationship.

“I’m tired, Luke.” She complained, slouching. “Let me rest.” Despite wanting to continue training, Luke let Y/N off easy. He knew he wouldn’t get another mock fight out of her in this state. She happily skipped over to the bench, lying down on it.

A ghost of a smile appeared on Luke’s lips as he stared at Y/N. Her head suddenly turned and Luke bashfully looked away. Nothing could make him shy… nothing but Y/N. She laughed at him, knowing the effect she had on Luke.

“I’m going to change. And maybe get some last-minute sleep. You wanna come or are you gonna stay here and train?” Y/N raised her eyebrows as she took her armor off. Luke was quick to drop his sword and unbuckle his chest-plate.

“I’ll come with.” He said. Y/N muffled her laughter and simply knocked Luke to the side with her hip.

“New kids sure are pouring in.” Y/N mumbled. Just yesterday, another boy had arrived. He was around Y/N and Luke’s age, which was uncommon for newcomers. How had he managed to avoid the monsters for so long?

“Remember when that girl tried flirting with me last week?” Luke asked, chuckling to himself. Y/N quietly snickered as she nodded her head.

Just last week, a new girl had began flirting with Luke. People tried to warn her but she didn’t listen. Y/N hadn’t even stepped out of her cabin before Clarisse pinned the newbie to the cold ground and forced her to stay away from Luke.

“Clarisse sure is working hard to prevent anybody interested from approaching us.” Y/N found it amusing because Clarisse never cared about couples until Y/N and Luke started dating.

“So. You up for training again tomorrow?” Luke questioned, changing the topic. Y/N playfully scoffed.

“Luke, you know your my second favourite boy… but no.” Y/N didn’t know how many more late nights and early mornings she could take.

“Second? Who’s first?” Luke sped up slightly, furrowing his eyebrows at Y/N.

“Percy.” She shrugged, “Sorry, Luke, but he’s a better breakfast buddy. And he doesn’t wake me up at the crack of dawn.”

Luke lightly pouted. He knew Y/N was joking but there was no way Percy was ranked above him. “I won’t wake you up early anymore.” He uttered, making Y/N pause.

“I guess I’ll have to change my list then. Percy’s been demoted to number two.”

Immediately, Luke’s eyes lit up. If he were a dog, his tail would’ve been wagging back and forth. Luke opened the cabin door, letting Y/N walk in first before he followed.

“We still have an hour before breakfast so Luke, don’t disturb me. Do whatever you want as long as it doesn’t wake me up.” Y/N sternly pointed at him and he mockingly saluted.

“Yes, ma’am.”

While Y/N lay down, Luke resorted to looking around the cabin. There wasn’t anything of significant interest apart from the closet shoved into a deserted corner, which Luke ignored. The last time he opened a mysterious closet, he was dragged into it. Of course, it was a prank meant for an Athena kid but they were too smart to fall for it. Especially when said closet was placed in the middle of a flower field.

Luke looked at Y/N, who was already sound asleep. He smiled, creeping over to the side of the bed. He found peaceful solitude in tracing his eyes over Y/N’s soft features. He would’ve stared at her for hours if she didn’t groggily wake up five minutes later.

“You’re distracting.” She groaned, glaring at Luke.

“I’m not even doing anything this time, Sparky!” Of course, as Y/N’s boyfriend plus friend, it was his job to annoy her. “How am I distracting?”

“Your staring is distracting. Come over here.” Y/N motioned to the spot beside her on the unusually large bed. Luke gleefully climbed in, immediately hugging Y/N. He was as affectionate as ever, even more so now that they were officially together.

Y/N hummed as Luke tilted her chin up, lightly kissing her. “Luke.” She mumbled against his lips, “I wanna sleep.”

“Five more minutes.” He uttered those famous words.

“Sleep now, act like a couple later.” Y/N pulled away, lying down on Luke’s chest. She closed her eyes, sighing deeply.

“Can I come with you when you teach the newbies to sword fight? I’m in the mood for watching you pummel them.”

Luke chuckled, hugging Y/N even tighter. “Sure, Sparky. I’ll try not to embarrass myself too much.”

Y/N sat on the bench, beaming at Luke. His eyes remained glued to her despite one of the younger kids tripping over their own feet.

“Hey, you’re Y/N, right?”

She almost jumped when someone sat beside her. Suddenly, Luke’s face shifted. Y/N turned her head, glancing at the boy beside her.

“Oh. Yeah. Um, you’re one of the new kids, right?” Y/N questioned, tilting her head to the side.

“Yeah. I just got here yesterday. I’m honestly still a little confused so it’d be great if you could show me around.” He smiled, showing off his pearly white teeth.

“I guess I could try? I’m a little busy because of my duties as head counsellor. By default, of course. Because I’m the only one in my cabin.”

“Oh, who’s your godly parent?”

Y/N hesitated for a second before she cleared her throat. “… Zeus.” She wasn’t proud of having him as her father. He was unbearable, especially when he ignored her for so long then proceeded to act as if he hadn’t.

“That’s cool. Can you control lightning or something?”

“Perhaps. Percy has some water powers so maybe it applies to me too.” Y/N shrugged. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Luke excuse himself from the campers across the arena.

Y/N watched him with bated breath as he approached her. “Hey. Is there something wrong with your armour?” He asked the boy beside Y/N. “Because we’re going to start mock fights soon. Clarisse will be monitoring.” Luke jabbed a thumb over his shoulder.

“Ah, no. Everything’s good. Don’t worry. My armor’s fine.” The unnamed boy stood up, walking over to the rest of the group.

“What was that for?” Y/N softly asked, “He was only asking for some help.”

“He was flirting, Y/N.” Luke cooly replied, sitting down next to her. “I know guys like that. Their way of flirting is asking for help.”

“You don’t know that, Luke.”

“Yes. I do, Y/N.”

“The overprotective nature was cute at first, Luke. But you can’t assume every guy who talks to me is interested in me.”

“I see the way they look at you. I mean, how could they not? You’re beautiful and kind and great at fighting and on top of that, you’re Zeus daughter.”

“I chose you, Luke. Not any of the other guys desperate for my attention. You think I’m not jealous when I see girls giggling at you? Of course I am. But I know that you’re mine. And you have to know that my heart only belongs to you.”

Luke cracked a small grin. “Yeah. Yeah. I’m sorry, Y/N. I just got jealous.”

“It’s okay, Luke. I’m sorry I called your overprotectiveness annoying. It’s not. I still think it’s cute. I was just caught up in the moment. I guess I just didn’t want to feel helpless. A daughter of Zeus should not be helpless.”

“You aren’t helpless. Whoever thinks that you are needs a major reality check.” Luke shook his head, glancing over at Clarisse. “You wanna get out of here?” He whispered, nudging Y/N.

“I, um, actually agreed to show him around.” Y/N mumbled, pointing over at the boy. Luke pressed his lips into a thin line.

“Okay.” He gently said, nodding his head. “I’ll keep Annabeth company while you show him around. But if he tries anything funny, I will punch him.” Luke warned.

“I know, Luke. I know.” She smiled, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek. She was partly hoping that the boy from before saw their interaction so he would put whatever sneaky schemes he had to rest.

“So, let me get this straight, Annabeth found out Percy was Poseidon’s child when Clarisse cornered him in a bathroom… and shoved his head into a toilet?” Y/N raised an eyebrow as she picked another strawberry, placing it in the straw basket Luke was holding.

“Yeah. And then Percy practically attacked her with toilet water.” Luke chuckled to himself as he bit into a strawberry. “Annabeth told me all about it. It was hilarious.”

“Sounds like Percy.” Y/N replied, plucking a few more berries. She handed one to Luke, who took it like a child being given candy.

“So, how was showing that boy around?”

“Well, I thought his name was Alston and it took about two hours for me to realise that his name was actually Allen. He never corrected me so I never knew.”

Luke huffed in amusement as he slung his arm around Y/N’s shoulder. “Sounds like you. Any idea of what cabin he’d gonna be in?”

“Ares.” Y/N immediately answered, taking Luke by surprise. “He’s hungry for power. He has a thirst for it. And he can’t seem to tear his eyes off the Ares kids, it’s like he’s drawn to them. What about you?”

“Good guess. Ares as well for me.”

“Are you sure you aren’t just copying me?”

Their playful banter went on for quite some time. It was normal for the couple to tease and push. That’s how they were before they started dating too.

“Have you ever tried chocolate on strawberries?” Luke asked, picking up another red berry.

“I’m not obsessed with them like you are, Luke.” Y/N was never much of a sugar person. She liked desserts for a certain extent and chocolate wasn’t her favourite like Luke’s was.

“How come I have a cute nickname for you and you don’t have one for me?” Luke questioned, gazing down at Y/N.

“I’m not big on pet names. And I could hardly call Sparky cute. Unless you want to be called messenger boy, don’t push it.”

“I’ll message you my heart.” Luke grinned as he pulled out a slip of paper that was stamped with a red heart.

“What’s this?” Y/N turned it over but Luke stopped her from opening it.

“Read it when I’m gone otherwise I’ll be too embarrassed. It’s just a little gift for my amazing girlfriend.” Luke quickly kissed her before he hurried off, taking the strawberries with him.

Y/N sat down in a sunny patch and opened the letter, staring at Luke’s neat handwriting. “A love letter…” She whispered, her eyes widening. She has received plenty of love letters before, mostly before she came to Camp, but Luke’s felt special. He was pouring his heart out to her through his inked words and messily drawn hearts.

“Hey Y/N. What ya reading?”

She held back a small scoff as Allen approached her, hands clasped behind her back.

“Something private.” She said, hoping he would get the hint. But he didn’t.

“Is it a love letter? Who still writes those, these days?” Allen plucked the letter from Y/N’s grasp and before she could stop him, he dunked it in a nearby puddle. “Oops.” He merely smirked.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Y/N seethed, watching as the ink bled out from off the paper and Luke’s beloved words floated away.

“You’ll get another love letter. No need to be so uptight.” Allen laughed, not noticing how Y/N’s vision flashed red with anger. She was never one to get furious but Luke’s gifts meant the world to her.

“Are you crazy? Stupid? Perhaps mentally impaired? Why would you do that? Even if the letter didn’t mean much to me, you have no right to grab it and ruin it!” Y/N stood up, wobbling from side to side. Her body felt unusually heavy.

“It was just a joke, Y/N.” Allen reached out to touch her. He grasped her wrist but was suddenly flung back by an unknown force. As he lifted his hand, he yelped. It had been burnt, and badly. His skin was sizzling and some parts were even charred black.

“Don’t touch me again.” Y/N muttered, storming off. Allen clicked his tongue, watching her leave.

“Crazy bitch.” He muttered under his breath. He went to the infirmary and got his hand patched up before returning to the Hermes cabin.

“Yo, what happened to your hand?” Chris asked almost immediately. Luke’s eyes flickered over to the bandage that was wrapped around Allen’s hand.

“Y/N. The crazy girl went ballistic after her little love letter fell in water. I grabbed her and then she flung me back. I didn’t even know she could do that.” Allen scoffed.

Luke didn’t wait around to hear the rest. He was out of the cabin before Allen could say another word. He burst into Y/N’s room, making an instant beeline for her figure hiding beneath the blankets.

“Go away, Clarisse. I told you, I don’t want to talk.” Y/N said, shifting around.

“It’s not Clarisse, Sparky. What happened? Why’d you burn Allen?”

Y/N slowly slid the covers off her head. “I didn’t mean to. I was so angry that I didn’t know what was happening. He dunked your letter in water, Luke! So I snapped at him and he tried to stop me from leaving by grabbing me. And I don’t know how it happened, but I burnt him and sent him crashing into the strawberry bushes.

“Oh… are the strawberries okay?” Luke furrowed his eyebrows together, concerned.

“Luke,” Y/N glowered at him, “This is about me! Not the strawberries!” She hit his chest. “It’s not like it’s my fault he touched me. He deserved it anyway.”

“I know, Sparky. I know. I’ll take care of him. You just focus on calming down. It’s not your fault. I’ll write you a million letters if you need.” Luke hugged her, pressing a long kiss to the side of her head. She laughed, wrapping her arms around his waist.

“Thanks, Luke.” She mumbled, pressing her face deeper into his shirt.

“I love you, Y/N.”

Y/N froze. She stiffly rested in Luke’s embrace, staring blankly at his bright orange shirt. An awkward silence rested between the pair and even though Luke didn’t comment on her lack of response, he still wondered why didn’t she reply?

“Don’t you think it’s a little unfair how we’re always fighting against the Hermes and Athena cabin?” Clarisse said as she sharpened her sword. She clicked her tongue.

“It is a little unfair. Annabeth is always one step ahead of us.” Y/N sighed. She clenched her jaw when she spotted Allen walking towards her. “Oh, great. Jerk alert.” She whispered to Clarisse, rolling her eyes.

“I’ll leave you to beat him up.” The Ares girl replied, shoving her way past Allen.

“Y/N. Hey. I just wanna say that I’m sorry. I didn’t know the letter meant that much to you.”

She stared at him, unimpressed. “Okay.” She murmured.

“Okay? That’s it? I apologised to you and all you say is okay?” Allen scoffed.

“Just because you apologised doesn’t mean I forgive you.” Y/N resisted the urge to roll her eyes in fear they would get stuck. She spent so much time being annoyed with people.

“Do you have to be such a bitch about it?” Allen snapped.

Y/N deeply inhaled. She stiffly smiled at Allen before standing up. “I have to go.” She uttered, brushing past the boy. But just like last time, he grabbed her hand and unfortunately for her, there was no electricity to save her.

“Accept my apology.” He said, gripping her arm so tight he may as well leave a bruise.

“I told you not to touch me.” Y/N tried to pull her arm out of his grasp but he was relentless.

“Leave me alone, okay!” She exclaimed, lifting her other hand and slapping Allen’s check. “Stay away from me, you creep! Honestly!”

Y/N scoffed in disgust, storming off. She went to go find Luke, but she found him on the porch of the Aphrodite cabin, talking to the same girl that tested their relationship before it even started.

Y/N slowly licked her lips and looked away, fidgeting with her hands. She decided to leave Luke alone for now, ignoring the dull ache she felt in her chest.

After months of pure happiness, everything was coming crashing down. And there was nothing Y/N could do to stop it. She sighed, collapsing on her own wooden porch. A new game of capture the flag was going to start soon and she didn’t have time to brood.

“Hey, you good?” Clarisse asked as Y/N slid her helmet over her head and the first conch blew. Y/N simply smiled, nodding over at her best friend.

“Yeah. I’m good. Don’t worry about it, Clari.” She smiled again to reassure Clarisse. She glanced over at Luke and the Aphrodite girl, whose name was Lana. They were laughing together. They had been for the past few days. Y/N didn’t know if it was her or Luke but lately, they hadn’t been talking at all.

Clarisse followed her gaze and pieced everything together. “You can switch positions with someone else.” She offered because they both knew Luke was going to be the one to get the flag. “Today feels like an offence day for you anyway.”

Y/N silently smiled at Clarisse as she switched jobs with one of the Ares kids.

“Thanks, Clari.”

“No problem, baby. If it weren’t for Luke, I might’ve dated you myself.” Clarisse playfully smirked while Y/N laughed.

“If it weren’t for him, I might’ve taken you up on that offer.”

Communication was important in a relationship but for some reason, Y/N and Luke could never talk peacefully. It always turned into argument and one, if not both of them, would turn away hurt.

Y/N was ready to go by the time the second conch blew. Usually, she guarded her team’s flag but today, she was hunting through the woods. Each of her opponents were more surprised than the last to see her because it was always Luke’s job to duel against her. He was really the only one who could beat her.

“We surrender.” The blue leader said, hands help up. Y/N smiled, slinging her spear over her shoulder.

“Easy peasy.” She said to her teammates, who laughed with her. “This might be the quickest game yet. Let’s grab that flag and get outta here.”

Y/N didn’t know who she was expecting to be guarding the blue flag. Maybe Percy or Chris or even Annabeth herself. But not Luke.

He easily disarmed her teammates, leaving Y/N for last. “Rematch, Sparky?” He uttered, mockingly swinging his sword.

“Really? We don’t talk for a few days and that’s all you say?” Y/N replied as she blocked the blow.

“Well, last I recall, you’re always busy with Allen.”

“Not willingly. You know that.”

“What was he doing in the arena with you then?”

Y/N scoffed. “Annoying me. What are you and Lana always talking about?”

“Don’t turn this on me, Sparky.” Luke warned as he stepped to the side, barely avoiding Y/N’s weapon.

“We really need to figure our shit out, Luke. Maybe somewhere that’s not on a battlefield.”

Y/N and Luke were both headstrong and stubborn, which is what made communication so hard in the first place.

“Lana’s only a friend, Y/N. Barely that. I’m only helping her. What do you call Allen?”

“An obnoxious fly.” Y/N whacked Luke in the head, taking him by surprise.

“You seem closer than that. He’s always touching you.”

“And every time he does, I wish I could burn him. Are you sure you aren’t jealous?”

“Are you sure you aren’t? Your eyes are always on Lana.”

“Because she likes you, Luke. And she hasn’t gotten the hint that you’re taken.”

Y/N’s teammates exchanged looks and quietly crawled away from the now private conversation.

“Why don’t you trust me, Y/N? You know I’d never cheat on you.” Luke furrowed his eyebrows as he wiped away beads of sweat with the back of his hand.

“You have to trust me first. Why would I choose Allen over you? That seems like an unfair deal.”

“Maybe you just like the attention. I mean, you didn’t even say you love me back.” Luke shrugged, stepped back to avoid his leg from being slashed by Y/N’s blade.

“I’m not ready for that, Luke! You know what,” Y/N paused gripping her spear tightly. “I’m sick of this. I’m sick of arguing and not trusting each other. A relationship requires trust and despite being friends before all this, we’re doing a lousy job of it. So…”

Y/N pursed her lips as she trailed off. “So, maybe we’re just trying to make something impossible work.”

Luke suddenly froze, realising the small argument was going somewhere he didn’t want it to. “You don’t mean that, Y/N.”

“… I do. Luke, we’ve been avoiding each other and over what? Stupid things. You’re blaming me for talking to guys and I’m getting mad at you for even looking at other girls. Luke, we’re not in a stable relationship. We’re both insecure and there’s no communication between us. Don’t you see it? I think the best thing to do here… is take a break.”

It was silent, save for the chirping birds. In the distance, Y/N could hear Clarisse let out a battle cry. Luke sighed, stepping aside. “Just… take the flag, Y/N. Take it. I don’t care about it anymore.”

“We’re going to talk about this later, Luke.”

“Yeah. I know, Sparky. Just… go.” He heaved another heavy sigh, almost shaking. Y/N gripped the flag, sparing Luke one more glance before she sprinted through the forest.

Luke watched as she not only stole the flag but also his heart with it.

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hi girlie! i love your writing and i wanted to know if you could write some headcanons for the beatles having cute pillow/tickle fights with their partner?

they’re just so cheeky and playful i can totally see them doing adorable stuff like that <3

𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘/𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎

꒰ pairing ꒱ paul mccartney x reader, john lennon x reader, george harrison x reader, ringo starr x reader

꒰ note ꒱ hi love!! omg this is the cutest request.. absolutely... HOPE YOU LIKE!!

꒰ JOHN ꒱

“Oh, you wanna start somethin’? You sure, sweetheart? 'Cause I don't play fair.”

Don't be fooled by the quote. He usually starts it, obviously.

Throws a pillow at you while you’re reading or lying down, pretending it “fell off the couch.”

You call him out. He grins. “Don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.”

He absolutely tickles first without warning.

Like grabs your knee out of nowhere and laughs when you jolt and nearly fall off the bed.

If you fight back (and you do), he’ll act betrayed.

“How dare you. I’m delicate.”

Has this maniacal, delighted cackle when you get him in a bad spot, like if you manage to get under his arms or sides.

“You little-!” squealing but like, lennon-style: gruff and annoyed but also genuinely losing it.

It turns into a wrestle.

Every time.

He pins you and you squirm and he’s laughing through his teeth but trying to stay composed.

Afterward, he’ll lay dramatically on the floor like he’s been “mortally wounded” and reach for you. “Kiss me farewell, I’m not long for this world.”

Lives for these moments, because you make him laugh without needing to say anything clever.

꒰ PAUL ꒱

“C’mon, love, no fair hittin’ me when m’back’s turned!”

Paul’s the most playful out of the four.

Pillow fights happen everywhere. The bed. The tour bus. Hotel rooms.

Will literally start a tickle war just to make you laugh. “You’ve got the cutest laugh, y’know that?”

He’s a sucker for when you get serious, grabbing a pillow, narrowing your eyes, all that.

You’ll be mid-fight and he’ll suddenly scoop you up like you weigh nothing and just drop you onto the bed while giggling uncontrollably.

He is ticklish.

Very.

Under his ribs and around his neck. If you find out, he’s doomed.

“No no no-no! I’m serious, that’s ILLEGAL!”

Tries to pretend he’s got the upper hand but loses instantly when you surprise him.

Loves the aftermath just as much, messy hair, both of you breathless and curled up in a pile of pillows.

Will 100% nuzzle you and go, “Let’s call it a truce... until tomorrow, anyway.”

Sometimes he makes the excuse that it’s “exercise,” then uses it as a reason to tackle you again five minutes later.

꒰ GEORGE ꒱

“I’m not doin’ anything. You’re the one flailin’ round like a goose.”

George doesn’t start the pillow fight.

He plots it.

You tease him earlier in the day, make a snide little comment, and then it comes back to haunt you at 10p.m.

One look in his eyes and you know: oh no.

Smacks you with a pillow once and runs. It’s on.

He’s sneaky, hides behind furniture, pops up and goes “Boo!” with a flying pillow.

When it escalates to tickling, he gets this wicked grin.

He knows exactly where to go to make you yelp.

You get him back and he lets out this startled squawk.

Tries to be smooth about it but ends up giggling like a schoolboy when you chase him around the room.

Gets this low, breathless laugh when he’s actually tickled, it’s very real.

George is the type to instigate under the guise of complete innocence.

You’ll walk past him and he’ll just bap the back of your leg with a pillow and keep strumming his guitar like nothing happened.

“What? That wasn’t me. Must’ve been the wind.”

He’s a pinner. Uses his longer limbs to trap you in place.

꒰ RINGO ꒱

“You hit me in the eye! That’s assault! I’m callin’ the coppers.”

He won’t start the pillow fight, but the second you bop him with a pillow?

“Oh, that’s it. I was bein’ nice.”

Throws one back, then laughs like a little kid when it hits your head and you freeze in mock betrayal.

He screeches if you tickle him. It’s not subtle.

Not particularly fast, so he tries to distract you with jokes and accents.

“Oh no, m’lord, spare me the indignity-!”

You end up collapsing on top of him and he just holds you there, arms around your back, chuckling into your shoulder.

He starts tickle fights more than anyone, especially if you’re trying to be serious. He’ll wiggle his fingers and go, “Are you mad? You look mad. Let’s fix that.”

You’ll be halfway through folding laundry when he pounces. Or in the middle of brushing your teeth. Nowhere is safe.

He laughs so much it becomes contagious.

He loses all pillow fights. Will loudly accuse you of cheating every time.

Ends with him laying across your lap, still breathless, grinning up at you. “Next time I’m bringing reinforcements.”

He never does.

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🌟Jake Is This Season's MVP And I Want To Strangle Him🌟 - Total Drama Viewer Reacts to Disventure Camp Season 3 Episode 10 “All's Fair In Love And Paintball”

I wanted to do Gabby angst.

But every goddamn time, my PC is like "Lol Nope".

I have an old PC, you guys have no idea. I haven't upgraded in like, seven years. I'm not somebody who upgrades my electronics until the ones I have are like, completely unusable and broken.

But I am all for this side of Gabby. She is taking the villain role so cartoonishly and I love it.

Makes sense it would be her that's like that too. Because she's NOT actually evil. She's just playing the role for herself and Ellie's sake.

I feel like Ellie would be so proud of her.

I hope Gabby like, contracts a scheme to blindside Yul when it's convenient. I would stan the hell out of that.

We're ALMOST HALFWAY actually.

So my guess is that the next episode is the merge. With nine people. Or the episode after that with eight. This is the last team episode.

Which in that case, the ONLY character I can see that is being eliminated this episode is Jake.

Like, his story is wrapping up. He's expressed wanting to be better. Tom is wanting to take accountability. Everyone hates him.

So I am 99% CERTAIN that this is the episode where we lose my boy.

I'm not ready. 😢

The merge is gonna be the Jello members, Tom, Aiden, Ashley, and Allyson. Which in that case either Gabby will flip back OR the non-villains find an idol.

"You know, except for Grett, who really needs better taste in men."

FACTS.

THANK YOU.

WHY IS YUL STILL HERE?!?!

HE HAS OFFICIALLY STAYED TWICE AS LONG AS HE DID LAST SESASON.

This is a hate crime directed at me.

I DON'T CARE IF IT MAKES SENSE BECAUSE HE'S IN A STRONG ALLIANCE. I STILL WANT HIM GONE EVEN IF YOU HAVE TO BULLSHIT IT.

"In the end, Ashley led Team Magenta to victory."

OH SHE GOT IT!

OKAY ALLYSON! SLAYING IT!

EXCUSE ME. THAT WASN'T ASHLEY.

ALLYSON WAS THE ONE WHO WON IT FOR THEM.

Krystal is a LIAR.

JUST BECAUSE I'VE BEEN OUT FOR DAYS DOESN'T MEAN I FORGOT THAT!!!

OH MY GOD IT IS MERGE!

HOLY SHIT, I THOUGHT IT WAS NEXT EPISODE.

Okay, uh... does that change my predictions at all???

No, I'm still going with Jake. These guys can just band together in mutual hatred towards Jake.

He would be a good one to keep around for the Jellos since he's his own drama source...

No. Jake. He's gone.

Good to know Oliver is alive though. Don't know how he survived getting shoved out of a plane though.

"I feel really awful for Tess."

Are they mocking Gabby? SHE IS RIGHT THERE.

They outcasted her to the other side of the firepit!

"She only came here to spend time with Ally and Hunter, yet she never got to be with either of them."

She got like, one conversation with each.

And Hunter is at the hotel with her. Or wherever they're staying. She's spending time with one of them right now.

"Hey, she messed with my Ellie! Sorry Tess, that's what happens when you remove my buddy."

Gabby really said "AND I'D DO IT AGAIN! BAP BAP! AND I'D DO IT AGAIN! BAP BAP BAP!!"

"So the grudge is still there with me and Tom."

"Yeah! No shit Sherlock!"

"You realize it's two against one? If we lose again, you're going home."

Who's gonna tell him?

"It just so happens this morning, I found an immunity totem!"

Oh wait, did you really?!

Damn, even Ellie's own girlfriend is better at this than her.

Riya helped her. That's my headcanon till proven wrong.

"Yeah I gave the newbie villain a few tips on this matter. My next showing is including her after all, and I want her to be at her A Game."

"Seriously? Again?"

OH YEAH SHE FOUND ONE IN SEASON ONE TOO.

No she doesn't need Riya's help. She can stand on her own.

SHE'S REALLY CAMPING IT UP.

I love this for her. I love how NOT seriously she's taking the 'evil' thing.

MORE OF THIS, PLEASE.

"Sorry, was that goofy? I want to be evil, but I need practice."

XD

You're doing amazing, sweetie.

"Y-you could've fooled me."

Tom ^

"Whenever I'm in a tight spot, I always think: What would Ellie do?"

NOT THIS. I would tell you that right now.

"I knew that if I lied that I have an immunity totem, Aiden and Tom would shit bricks!"

Oh she lied. Okay.

She's just fucking with them. Shitting bricks though XD

"Thanks Ellie! Miss you babe."

Awww ❤️

Ellie's like "Wow. My girlfriend is a lot better at this than me."

What berries are those?

Allyson I hope you know what you're doing.

These are either blueberries and they're hoarding them for herself, OR they're poisonous and she's giving them to Jake.

"I don't know about this, Ashley."

Oh no XD

"For the love of god man, you have to eat something. You didn't eat the apples two days ago. You didn't eat any fish yesterday. You're gonna eat these berries and you're gonna like them!"

"But I don't like blueberries-"

"SHUT IT AND EAT."

"Oh come on, you agreed to it."

Is this about apologizing to Allyson? I hope it is.

But also I made a joke about this in my April Fools post so I'm scared.

Allyson. Fingers crossed. Do not fuck this up. Take it and leave.

HE LOOKS SCARED.

"Jake has something to say. Go ahead, Jake."

I mean he AGREED to this, so that means he WANTS to do this.

He never came across as if he wanted to hurt Allyson. He was just not in the mood for her company.

"I hate blueberries so I don't care what you do for me. I'd rather starve. Thank you. That's all I had to say. Bye."

"I'm sorry."

😂

OH MY GOD ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?! 😂

THAT WAS SO BAD! 😂

Jake being a terrible apologist. Kinda based though. I can see that being in character for him.

"Sowwy I don't like your food, Allyson. Can we be fwiends?" 👉👈

I think he means it, I just think he's really bad at it XD

"I'm sorry Ally. Okay? There."

Okay no he doesn't mean it. Nevermind.

She's like "Is this bitch for real?"

"But I'm SOWWY!"

"I'm sorry I've been difficult. I was jealous that you and Ashley were getting along, and it made me misbehave and say some rude things to you."

Does he mean this or no?

You know what, even if he doesn't mean it, at least he's TRYING to clear the air and clear up the drama. That's still a good step in fixing things.

At least he's making it clear he does NOT want this drama to keep going. Even if he's a shit apologist, that's still good maturity.

And he acknowledged HE'S the problem person here, too.

I'm proud, Jake. 👍

"Now, Ally, do you have anything to say to Jake?"

Oh god.

"Well fuck you! These blueberries weren't for you anyway! STARVE, BITCH!"

XD

Sorry, sorry, I had to.

MAKE OR BREAK MOMENT HERE.

ALLYSON, YOU CAN DO TWO THINGS HERE.

REJECT THIS, SCREAM AT HIM, KEEP UP THE DRAMA, AND RUIN YOUR GAME BECAUSE OF YOUR STUPID GRUDGE OVER THE IPAD.

OR, JUST TAKE IT RIGHT HERE AND WORK WITH HIM TO KEEP YOURSELF SAFE AND AVOID DANGER.

HELL YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE TO LIKE HIM OR BUY IT.

"I don't forgive you. BUT, for the sake of MY game, I will tolerate your existence and work with you. Deal?"

THIS IS A MASSIVE MAKE OR BREAK MOMENT FOR ALLYSON HERE.

WHAT WILL YOU CHOOSE???

"Guess it's better late than never."

"Really? I muster up the courage to admit my wrongs, and that's how you answer?"

AND IT'S BROKEN.

GODDAMMIT ALLY!!!

I don't... I DON'T UNDERSTAND.

WHY?!??!?!? WHY DO YOU WANT TO KEEP THIS UP?!?!?

THIS RUINS YOUR OWN GAME! IF YOU DON'T WORK WITH JAKE, YOU'RE FUCKED!! YOU GOT NO ONE ELSE!!!

THIS ISN'T ABOUT FORGIVING HIM OR LIKING HIM. YOU GOTTA THINK ABOUT YOUR GAME!!!

Some people suck. I know. But you have to work with shitty people to get your way sometimes. Anyone in the work industry knows this.

IF YOU PISS THEM OFF, YOU HURT YOURSELF MORE THAN YOU HURT THEM.

I can totally see Jake responding like this because he's Jake and it's been established multiple times he does NOT have this maturity to be the bigger person here.

"So Golden, you're just being sexist cause Allyson wasn't established to have this understanding either."

YES. SHE HAS. ACTUALLY.

Season Two Allyson would be very mature about this and be the bigger person, regardless of her feelings towards the person.

She worked with YUL. Just fine.

She was paranoid about Tess stealing her man. But she STILL put in the effort to work with her so they both didn't die in the woods.

THIS SEASON TOO. She was willing to work with FIORE. Who has done SO MUCH WORSE than Jake has! She didn't like Fiore, but she was willing to work with her because she knew it would benefit her game. And when Hunter refused, she was the bigger person in that situation and told him off.

SO YES. ALLYSON IS ABSOLUTELY CAPABLE OF BEING THE BIGGER PERSON HERE AND SUCKING IT UP. BY THE SHOW'S OWN CHARACTERIZATION.

SO WHY THE FUCK IS IT DIFFERENT NOW?!

HE BROKE AN IPAD AND HE DOESN'T WANT TO EAT. THAT'S IT. COMPARE THAT TO THE WORSE PEOPLE YOU'VE WORKED WITH JUST FINE!

I'm very pissed. I'm genuinely pissed.

I CALLED THIS OUT IN MY APRIL FOOLS POST TOO. CAUSE I THOUGHT THAT WOULDN'T HAPPEN.

"Nah bro I see right through your bullshit. You broke my iPad and you refuse to eat. Therefore, you are a completely irredeemable dipshit and nothing you ever do will ever make me work with you! What? Sucking up my feelings and working with you to better my own position in the game is the better option for me? Fuck that! I'm THAT petty!"

I don't hate Allyson. YET. VERY STRONG EMPHASIS ON YET.

But I'm really not liking her writing so far.

"You know what I'm trying to stay positive, but this bitch is getting on my nerves."

"Actions speak louder than words. I won't believe you changed till I see it."

She's right here. Okay? I'm giving her credit.

And FINE. IF YOU FEEL THAT WAY, FINE. THAT'S FINE.

BUT YOU BEING A PRICK IS GONNA FIX NOTHING.

"Well you being a prick isn't any help."

XD

YEAH. HE'S JUST SAYING FACTS. I AGREE.

"What did you call me?!"

WE COULD'VE HAD THIS GO SO SMOOTH AND YOU BLEW IT.

NOW YOU'RE OFFENDED?!

"Ally, what was that? We were doing so good!"

"Ashley, how do you expect me to forgive and forget if Jake has never shown any respect to me?"

RESPECT? THAT'S WHAT THIS IS ABOUT NOW?! RESPECT?!?!

HE RESPECTED YOU ENOUGH TO WORK WITH YOU DURING BOTH PREVIOUS CHALLENGES. EVEN WITH THE IPAD SETBACK.

JUST BECAUSE HE DOESN'T WANT A MEAL WITH YOU DOESN'T MEAN HE'S DISRESPECTFUL AND WANTS TO HURT YOU.

HE WANTED TO CONFIDE WITH SOMEONE HE TRUSTS OVER EATING WITH YOU FOR A FEW MOMENTS. HE DIDN'T BULLY YOU OR HURT YOU OR TRY TO KILL YOU.

THERE IS A DIFFERENCE.

He's disrespectful towards Aiden. And has done worse to Aiden. He didn't even try to break up you and Ashley.

"All Jake does is talk about himself and his problems!"

YOU DO THE EXACT SAME GODDAMN THING.

She's right here though. Just... DAMN HYPOCRITE.

"Excuse me? You wouldn't shut up about Hunter when he got out. And you didn't see me complaining!"

Oh come on. That's a low blow.

Even if that is entirely correct.

"Cram it!"

THANK YOU ASHLEY.

I feel so bad for Ashley. She has to put up with BOTH of their BULLSHIT.

You know what? Ashley deserves to win JUST FOR THIS.

"I will burn our tent and make us all sleep in the goddamn mud!"

OH THE FOOT IS DOWN!

"I gotta say, I'm mighty disappointed."

Me too girl. Me too.

"Ha! Hear that Ally?"

NOPE. SHE MEANS BOTH OF YOU. DROP IT, JAKE.

"Shut up Jake!"

YEP. THERE IT IS.

You lost Ashley, Jake. This is your downfall.

"I thought we could be a civilized folk and hash things out like adults! But I guess we're just not ready for that! I GIVE UP!"

👏🔥

COOK THEM.

COOK THEM BOTH!!!

Also PROPS TO ASHLEY'S VA FOR THAT. GODDAMN. SHE KILLED IT.

I have to admit though, even though I fully understand Jake started this and he is FAR from being an 'innocent bean' and he has more to apologize for than Allyson, who really doesn't have much...

I'm kinda on his side here. Because you know what? Even if that apology was dogshit, AT LEAST HE TRIED TO FIX THINGS. HE TOOK THE STEP TO TRY. HE DID NOT WANT THIS BEEF TO KEEP GOING.

Allyson has nothing to apologize for, that's not what was asked here, but that does NOT give her the moral high ground to be just as bad and snap back at his face. Especially since SHE'S the one that suffers the most from this in this situation.

Like, come on, you cannot guarantee Ashley will flip since she's been close to Jake far longer than you, and you yourself saw that early on. You HAVE to work with Jake. There's no other choice unless you want to be voted out!

You have to work with shitty people sometimes!

I'm not saying Allyson can't hate Jake. She CAN. I have no problems with her hating Jake. If he hurt her, then he hurt her. It's pretty understandable to hate Jake. SHE OWES HIM NOTHING. SHE HAS EVERY SINGLE RIGHT TO DISLIKE JAKE IF THAT IS HER CHOICE.

The problem isn't that. The problem is HOW she's going about her hatred. Which is "Keep up the beef and fight with him and rile him up". Which solves absolutely nothing for either of them.

OVER AN IPAD MIND YOU!! STILL NOT OVER THAT!!!

I WOULD UNDERSTAND CONSISTENT HARRASSMENT AND BEING FRAMED FOR SOMETHING NASTY LIKE AIDEN, BUT AN IPAD. STUPID.

I hope both of them sleep in mud like Ashley suggested.

"Tess! Oh no..."

Okay now I feel bad for her. I admit.

That's pretty sad.

"It was my doing. I'm sorry."

Huh. Gabby straight up admits it and apologizes.

See? She's not a bad bean. She's just working with bad beans.

Riya just comes over and tells Gabby, "Hey uh, you're not supposed to apologize. You're evil. Take pride!"

"I don't have my lesbian flag on me right now."

"Not THAT kind of pride-"

"I did it for Ellie!!!"

"How's everyone feeling about their teams?"

Uh, let's see...

Yellow Team Dominating The Competition:

Cyan Team Feeling A Sense Of Dread Everywhere They Turn:

Magenta Team At The Waffle House:

Yeah. I think this is accurate to the state of this season.

"You guys have been together for nineteen days!"

JESUS CHRIST. HOW IS NO ONE DEAD?!

"Surely, the bonds have formed between all you lot!"

Two of the three teams are trying to kill each other. But sure.

"Ahahahahahahha oh my god good one!"

I hate that you laughed at my own point.

Do I look like I'm trying to be funny? /j

"Congratulations to our Top Ten All Stars!"

We got an evil queen.

Bad dad rivaling Peter Griffin.

The ghost cop.

Skunk haired punching bag.

Devoted Lesbian cosplaying as evil.

Pig.

Pig's girlfriend.

Drama King.

Drama sticker on her gaming chair.

And Ashley.

What a Top 10 Indeed.

"You'll start over at a new campground!"

Oh shit XD

"DAMMIT. WE HAVE TO LIVE TOGETHER?! I ALREADY LOST SOME FAB SLEEPING WITH YUL!"

"Are you fucking kidding me?!"

😂

NO RIYA ACTUALLY SWEARING THREW ME OFF GUARD! 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

"For my next showing, cause my lost my beauty shower and I'm PISSED, I am going to test your producer's ability to use the profanity sensor!"

NO RIYA THIS IS ON YOUTUBE!

"Oh quit your whining people. Geez, you'd think a few weeks out here would grow some character."

Disventure Camp Haters Be Like ^

"I'll call you guys back for your immunity challenge tomorrow."

Everyone tomorrow:

I don't think they're gonna make it.

"The real worry is that I have to sleep next to nine other people!"

Sleep with one eye open too.

I guarantee at least half of them are gonna murder you.

"Just when our camp was starting to get comfortable..."

YOU DRAMA QUEEN, OH MY GOD.

"We need a fire before it gets dark."

That's the first thing you suggest?

"We need fire."

"So I can burn Jake's hair off?"

"No."

"Gabby, you wanna make yourself useful and come with us to get firewood?"

"Sure!"

Aw! Gabby making some friends!

Oh...

Oh this is gonna be hard for Jake.

He's staying for one day. But still.

"Despite everything, I can see you were trying, Jake."

Oh I thought she'd still be pissed.

Also the subtitle actually says "You ARE trying".

But I heard "You WERE trying."

So I don't know what to believe.

"Keep those emotions down."

"And your mouth shut."

Jake BREATHES at the campfire with everyone, and then either Aiden or Allyson smash their burned marshmallow in his face.

"Hey, look on the bright side. Sharing camps now means Tom can't avoid you."

Depending on what Tom does, that's a very questionable bright side.

I hope Tom at least takes accountability though. He wanted to last episode. I'd be upset if that didn't get followed up on.

"One can only hope. Thanks Ashley."

Awww

Curious why Ashley is still helping him out?

She was yelling at him like, two scenes ago.

"So you're with us one hundred percent?"

Oh the recruiting XD

"Sign the contract, please. So we can own your soul."

"I even thought of my villain name! Want to hear it?"

"The Forest Marauder!"

Oh my god I love her XD

Forest Marauder. Okay... I mean it suits her.

"I'm going to start sketching my mask and cape later."

OH SHE'S SO CUTE I LOVE HER SO MUCH!!!❤️

YOUR HONOR, I LOVE GABBY. I WANT NOTHING BUT THE BEST FOR HER!!! ❤️

"So we're working with Tumblr Girl now?"

*PUNCHES DESK*

YOU FUCKING TAKE THAT BACK YOU SON OF A BITCH!😡

I DON'T CARE IF THAT WAS DIRECTED AT GABBY OR ME! YOU TAKE THAT BACK RIGHT NOW!!😡

Yes, hitman? I have a target for you. I want this fire crop top man DEAD.🔫

There's no gun emoji. Only a water gun.

Sure, kill him with a water gun. I don't care how you do it. MAKE IT HAPPEN!!!

Anyway my punching ricochet my phone to the other side of the room-

It's fine. THE PHONE IS FINE.

NO PHONES WERE HARMED IN THE MAKING OF THIS REACTION.

"Well Tom and Aiden kicked Ellie out. They should be our first targets."

It's not that bad of logic, actually. Tom IS the physically best one the other side's got.

"I don't trust Ashley or Jake either, so they can die next."

XD

She's actually planning murder.

What about Allyson? No Allyson? Why does she get off the hook?

"I beg your pardon, did you just say 'die'?"

IT'S EXAGGEATING GRETT. WE'RE NOT ACTUALLY GONNA KILL THEM.

I feel like I do not need to explain this to anyone. But you get some people who don't get that.

Gabby just like me fr.

Yeah, sorry if my formatting makes it hard to understand sometimes, that's just how typing reactions instead of making a video works so you can't hear my voice, but most of these overkill things I say are JOKES. Okay? I don't actually encourage murder. I don't think any of these characters should do it. I am simply invested in media and I exaggerate some things. I don't actually mean the literal thing I am saying in these.

Just because I stan some really problematic characters does not mean I want to endorse their poor behavior on anyone else.

Cool? Cool.

Okay moving on.

I use Tumblr instead of YouTube so A) I can swear. B) My voice is so high pitched and grating to the ears whenever I record it. So nobody would ever want to hear that.

I AM actually doing my voice impressions as I type them though. Those aren't just in my head. I have fun doing them.

"We need a plan or this will be a tie."

I don't think you need one.

Just leave Jake to his own devices.

"I've heard Aiden and Tom talk about problems they've had with Jake."

Too obvious.

The villains winning is going to be entirely Jake's fault.

"Well I think it's time to shake the beehive ahahahahahaha!"

Dude. Gabby just got in and she's better than you.

"Feels so early for the merge."

Not really.

We got what, twenty one episodes? This is episode 10?

*Doing math* We get rid of someone this episode, then the next episode it's eight, seven, six...

No you get to Episode Seventeen by the time you get to the Final Three.

So four episodes are just non-elimination I guess. Idk why.

Maybe it's a plot twist here that no one goes in this episode because it's merge.

"I'm worried about catching enough food for ten people."

Damn these bitches are HUNGRY.

I feel like I already made this joke.

*I did*

Don't worry about Jake. He's not eating anything.

He rejected what, three meals now? Yeah don't worry about him.

You guys have no idea how crazy this is driving me. I NEED TO SEE THE GUY EAT SOMETHING. FOR THE LOVE GOD I'M WORRIED ABOUT HIS HEALTH.

"At least there's one win, Jake hasn't started shit for an entire hour, that must be a world record."

XD

OH WE'RE ALREADY GOING STRAIGHT FOR IT.

'EVERYBODY DISS JAKE' NIGHT.

"Should I tell him?"

"About your fake boyfriend?"

YES.

TOM YOU WANTED TO DO THIS LAST EPISODE. JUST DO IT.

Jake is gonna be LIVID. But god, just do it.

"In hindsight I-I feel awful. I wish I just told him the truth and making this story up probably just made him feel worse."

Yeah. Yeah that wasn't your best move.

Props to Tom though for recognizing his mistakes and willing to take accountabity for them.

"You know I'm not the biggest fan of Jake, but even he doesn't deserve that."

Wow.

Aiden got much worse of an end of the stick from Jake than Allyson ever did. Getting shoved on the beach. Being sabotaged on the ship. Being falsely accused of cheating.

And the fact that Aiden, despite that, is somehow more open to understanding Jake's situation and helping him, even though he doesn't like him, IS GIVING ME SO MUCH RESPECT FOR AIDEN.

HOW DO YOU HAVE MORE MATURITY THAN ALLYSON DOES EVEN THOUGH YOU WERE CHARACTERIZED TO BE HOT HEADED? HOW?!?!

"I do not like this guy. At all. And I don't owe him anything and I don't forgive him for anything. But I acknowledge the why. He's hurting. And hurting him more will just make things worse. So I'm just gonna hold my own fort."

Allyson, seriously, this is not rocket science.

"Last season I learned that problems are best talked openly instead of festering."

Awww.

That's actually really sweet of a carry over from his arc in Season 2.

He has to help this other gay couple figure out their shit. More traumatic shit than he and James ever went though. (My opinion)

"Let's just hope this doesn't end badly."

This is gonna end badly.

Oh this looks awkward.

Everyone just sitting here in dead silence.

Also I SEE YOU YUL. GET YOUR HANDS OFF HER!!

Op. Jake's out.

One look at Tom and he was like "NOPE".

Oh he's following him.

Oh boy, here we go...

"Jake?"

"Oh. Hey."

I already know this is gonna go bad.

But it needs to happen.

"Mind if we talk?"

"What's there to talk about? You're seeing someone."

Oh no...

"You gave me closure."

Oh no... 😢

"But what I did wasn't fair to you."

Oh god...

I mean, thank you Tom. Thank you for seeing the error of your ways and taking accountability.

You screwed up. But hey, that's all I can ask for.

"It's... it's okay Tom."

AW NO HE'S TEARING UP! NOOOOOOOO!

"You don't have to keep forcing yourself to be friends with me."

OH HE'S GONNA CRY!! NOOOO!!

I feel so unbelievably bad for both of them.

I feel like their relationship is so complicated. I wouldn't say a toxic relationship overall, but the Tom thing was a toxic thing to do. Like you're gonna tell me they're worse than Yul and Grett? Come on now.

They love each other. So much. They're the best things to ever happen to each other.

But they can't make a relationship work because they hate themselves. To an unfathomed degree. And it causes them to make mistakes where they feel they don't deserve the other.

You wanna love someone, you gotta love yourself. And these guys just don't. You can't blame either, but it's not an easy thing to overcome in a snap. Especially in this environment exploiting you.

So Tom taking the step forward to fully take accountability is a huge dub for them, regardless of how poorly Jake reacts to it. It's the best thing he can do now.

And Jake crying because he thinks everybody hates him and/or pretending to like him because of how much he hates himself and his own wrongdoings is... 😭💔

I hate how realistic this is for people like them. I want to give both of them a hug.

"I took some time to re-evaluate myself, and..."

And he realized he was the piece of shit all along.

He wasn't. It's not one sided.

"I've come to terms that you're in a relationship, and I don't want us to get any closer."

In another world where Tom didn't want to fix things, I would cheer for Jake character development. Cause I wanted this from the start before I understood it.

But now? This is just beyond sad.

"No, Jake, please, it's all my fault."

"I-I lied. I don't have a boyfriend. I'm not dating anyone."

There it is.

"So... you and Aiden are a thing?"

Cold. Freezing cold.

"Wait, then... why did you lie?"

"I just wanted to keep you away. I was scared."

"Scared of what?"

"That both of us would just end up getting hurt again!"

And there it is again.

Tom's scared of being hurt again. Like how he got his scars. He's scared of failure.

"Maybe we aren't meant to be."

"Maybe we aren't meant to be."

💔

AWWWW NOOOOOOOOOO

NO YOU CAN'T DO THAT TO MY HEART!!!

YOU CAN'T JUST SAY THAT!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

AM I GONNA CRY THIS EPISODE?!?!

"Do you know how much it hurt when you lied to me?"

Oh his voice is shaking.

"I-I know, I- I wanted to own up to it."

"Tom, I... I'm tired."

Oh...

I'm surprised he's not angry.

He's just tired.

Tired of everything.

"Is that all you had to say?"

He has much more to say, I think.

"Yeah."

"Then go. Please leave me alone."

💔

OH HE LOOKED BACK!

NO YOU CAN'T DO THAT!!

HE LOOKED BACK!!!

I can't blame Jake though. I'm surprised he's not angry. But he's just exhausted of the back and forth.

And I can't blame him. I've been there. Life gets lonely and you feel you deserve it.

💔The fact that these two didn't avoid each other because they hated each other. They did it because they loved each other but hated themselves so badly they felt like they weren't worthy.💔

"Why are we starting so early? I need my beauty sleep!"

"Okay, Yul forfeits and is out of the game!"

YES!!!

FUCKING YES!!!!!!!

YEEESSSS!!!! HE'S GONE!!!

OH MY GOD, THANK YOU! THANK YOU TOTAL DRAMA GODS!!!

"Relax, I was joking!"

NOOOOOOO!!! COME ON!

NO COME ON, WHY CAN'T YOU ACTUALLY BE LEGIT?!?!

Goddammit, stop playing with my head.

I WANT YUL GONE!! 😭

HE INSULTED ME!!

"A classic game of paintball."

Oh you better believe shots will be fired.

One of my YouTube playlists has Shots from LMFAO in another tab, actually. So uh... I might just use that.

"It'll be sudden death, which means everyone for themselves, and last person left who hasn't taken a bullet-"

🎵EVERYBODY IT'S ON!!!🎵

"We better have face protection."

I hope you don't so you get shot in the eye.

😂😂😂

👏👏👏

I HAVE TO HAVE A SUPERPOWER!!!!!

THERE AIN'T NO WAY!!!!

I JUST PREDICTED THAT JUST BEFORE IT HAPPENS!!!!

I CAN TORTURE YUL!!!!

Okay, counter of how many times this has happened so far.

Episode 6 was the first when the spotlight fell on him.

Episode 7, when they used Yul as a human shield for the yarn balls. I got that one.

Episode 8 I got the space trap.

Episode 9 I'm counting that cause I said "Punch him" and he got hit with the ball.

So yeah, five.

IN A ROW, TOO.

Predicting Yul's Torture Counter: 5

I don't like that you gave these guys guns.

You know half the people here are gonna slay with them.

"This challenge starts... now!"

Very surprised no one started firing right then and there.

"Let's go guys!"

"Gang gang!"

"Sounds good!"

Oh, so NOW all of a sudden they're good and cooperative again.

Something about respect, Allyson?

If Jake didn't respect you, he'd shoot you right then and there.

"I'm here to talk to you about your performance."

Oh yeah. You caught her.

"We checked the cameras, and have footage of you helping one of the participants among other rules you've broken."

So this really was illegal. Did Krystal not know about this when she hired her?

"Your contract clearly stated you cannot benefit the participants."

"And YUL of all people?! That's the nail in the coffin right there!"

"Yul didn't even want my help! That's not breaking the rules if he refused my help."

That's not how that works.

"I just told him his manager missed him."

That is very clearly a lie. They are partying over Yul's absense.

"You're fired."

Yep.

How CALMLY she said it too.

Totally deserved.

"I'm not trustworthy, but that crazy old man with his puppet is?"

Oh I forgot they were there.

Yeah. Fair. That puppet DID try to murder everyone.

"If we want to escalate the feud between Aiden and Jake, we can't let either of them win immunity."

Okay. That's a plan.

Yeah it really does not matter if a Jello wins immunity here or not. You can still vote off a member cause it's only one that you can't.

"You climb this tree and get ready to ambush."

The tree?

Dude, what if somebody shoots him while in the tree?

It would be a shame if he got shot off a tree is all I'm saying. That would hurt.

"I'll lead them here and when they're focused on me, you fire them all into oblivion!"

Won't they see right through that though if you're not firing yourself?

Why not a bush? Wouldn't that be safer and achieve the same thing?

"Guys, we need to put your beef aside. That villain's alliance is the enemy."

Ashley, they're not gonna listen to facts.

They WANT to lose. Apparently.

"Fine. If Jake agrees to stop being confrontational."

THANK YOU. WAS THAT HARD?!?!

Also 'confrontational'. He's been not wanting to hang out with you. That's the OPPOSITE of being confrontational.

If you said something like 'petty' or 'quick to anger' then that makes more sense.

"Are we going to have to work with Aiden and Tom?"

Yes.

"I don't think I'm ready to work with them."

I get it, but also, LISTEN TO REASON JAKE. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD.

I know you won't. But I'm still gonna yell at you for it.

This is the episode where Jake goes. The build up is all here.

He fucks up. Everyone hates him. Everyone votes him.

"Get your priorities in check!"

Ashley being the one reasonable person here!

OP-

🎵EVERYBODY IT'S ON!!!🎵

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🎵EVERYBODY!!!🎵

RIP TO ALLYSON.

OKAY HOW DID RIYA AND ALEC MISS THE THER TWO THOUGH?!?!

DAMN YOU TWO ARE BAD AIMS!

"Remember when we lost the paintball challenge in Season 1, Grett?"

Yeah I remember that.

She couldn't stand you.

"Yeah I remember! I also remember we lost because you wouldn't stop talking."

XD

I mean I didn't expect Grett to be friendly anyway.

Finally! She's feeling like herself again.

"Sorry, haha, I'll shut up."

"Thank god."

XD

She's so disappointed it was Gabby that joined them.

"Goddammit I have to work with this girl AGAIN?! What is my luck?! I end up with a shit boyfriend! And now THIS!"

"How about we hide behind a bush and wait for someone to come over?"

Hey that's what I said!

"We can't hide in a bush! Not with Grett's bovine behind."

Shoot him.

"Did you want me to lie?"

You're beautiful, Yul. You're amazing and kind and precious and I want to give you the world.

"There's a difference between being honest and just being cruel."

Thank you.

"And was it cruel when I saved your ass from a life of embarrassment?"

You did no such thing.

"What's wrong with you?! How could you say that to your girlfriend?!"

YES GABBY! JUMP IN HERE!!

TELL HIM OFF!!

FACE THE WRATH OF GABBY!!!

"This is as good as it's gonna get for her!"

"You're disgusting!"

TELL HIM!!!!

"I would never say this to Ellie!"

"Well duh! Ellie doesn't look like Miss Piggy!"

SAYS MR PIG!

WE'RE SHOOTING YOUR ASS IF YOU'RE NOT CAREFUL!

"Say that again and I'll leave the alliance!"

OOF.

THE THREAT.

YEAH SHE HAS CONTROL NOW BITCH!

WHAT DO YOU GOTTA SAY ABOUT THAT?!

"Why is everybody so sensitive?"

It's a mystery /s

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THANK YOU! WHOEVER DID THAT!!

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!

Eh...? I won't count this. I said it too early. And I was talking to Grett and Gabby, who weren't the ones that shot him. So yeah this doesn't count for the counter.

"Why is it always the face?!"

😂👏

HEADSHOT! LET'S GO!!

Oh it was Tom. Cool.

GABBY LOOKS SO FERAL!! 😂

I LOVE HER

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Oh wow the tree strategy actually worked. You took out all three.

Aiden, you're pretty good.

I mean I shouldn't be surprised, he choked a puppet to death by shooting a lemon.

"I got in trouble and now Krystal fired me."

"What? No!"

Why do you care? You're not friends.

Who actually cares for this red head? I don't.

"You're the only person who ever pretended to pay attention to me!"

Really? Derek doesn't count?

Oh whatever. I don't give a fuck about either of you.

"I didn't pretend. Trevor, you're a good guy."

I don't give a fuck.

"You're going to finally talk to Derek and tell him how you feel."

I don't give a fuck.

Thank you. Cut back to the action.

I really do not care about these interns and their sub plot. Every time they're on screen I'm just waiting for it to cut back to the campers.

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FRIENDLY FIRE.

GODDAMMIT TOM. WHY?!

YOU'RE A COP, TOO. YOU FAILURE.

"I thought you were Riya."

"DO NOT ASSOCIATE ME WITH THAT COWGIRL! WE ARE NOTHING ALIKE! AND WE LOOK NOTHING ALIKE!"

"We're so screwed."

Yes. Yes you are.

Jake's gonna go, and you guys are gonna have to find an idol OR convince Gabby to flip.

"We need you, me, Aiden, Jake, and Ally voting together to even tie them in a vote."

And that's IF you even win that. You can be perfectly cooperative, and STILL lose.

"And I doubt either of them are changing their minds about Jake."

It's not about liking him. It's not about him liking them. It's about saving your own damn skin.

"Huh, well isn't Jake Mr Popular?"

Aww, the way he said that with a smile. 😊

"Awwww, I'm so happy Jake is making enemies and becoming a popular guy among the group! Truly nice to see my ex is doing horribly!" 😊

"Jake is a good guy!"

REALLY. You saying that despite everything.

"Tom, you haven't treated him fairly, but we can discuss that later."

Yeah he knows.

Yeah you can tell from his face.

HE KNOWS.

HE WANTS TO FIX IT.

"I'll try to get Ally and Jake to agree to a truce."

Which will not happen because they both suck and don't know what truce means.

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NO NOT THE QUEEN!! GODDAMMIT!!!

"You DARE shoot a queen in the face?! OH YOU'RE IN FOR IT!!"

NO AIDEN DON'T SHOOT-!

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WHY. THE FUCK. WOULD YOU SHOOT HIM?!

DO YOU WANT TO MAKE EVERYTHING WORSE?!?!

"Oops. Sorry."

YOU ARE IN A GODDAMN TREE!! YOU HAVE CLEAR VISION!!

"I'm not the enemy Aiden. Are you blind?!"

Apparently he is blind.

*rewinds*

YEAH HE SAW. HE AIMED AND FIRED.

There ain't no way he didn't see him. HE'S IN A TREE!!!

"I thought you were one of the bad guys. Relax."

Jake's a bad guy. Ashley lied. Fair enough.

I don't buy that this was an accident. But fine.

"Don't take it so personally."

"I only shot you in the heart. Right where you feel personal things."

And now Jake's heart is LITERALLY painted black with personal vendetta.

"Oho then don't take this personally either!"

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What did I say?

WHAT DID I SAY?!

Dude, what if somebody shoots him while in the tree?

It would be a shame if he got shot off a tree is all I'm saying. That would hurt.

I FREAKING CALLED THIS!

I TOLD YOU THIS WAS A BAD IDEA!

Also can you shoot even if you've already been shot?

I mean they never said no, but... I feel like this shouldn't count. We didn't see anyone else take advantage of this if this is allowed.

I'm talking game rules of course. JAKE. YOU ASSHOLE! WHY?!?!

"Man that felt good!"

GODDAMMIT JAKE!

WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS?!?!

"Seriously Jake, you've got major issues!"

No shit Sherlock.

"You know, Tom wants me to patch things up with you, but it's clear you're a lost cause!"

OOF.

Totally deserved, too.

And this is where Jake goes. He is a lost cause.

He can never EVER redeem himself. He's awful. End of story. Any sympathy the show has given him before does not matter.

This is how his story ends. He's just an asshole. And everyone who hates him are right to do so.

They are, actually. I'm not using sarcasm there.

"Oh you think you're so great, huh? That things just come easy to you? You're just Tom's useless sidekick."

Is-is Jake jealous that Aiden has a good life and he doesn't?

Where the hell did that come from?

"Dammit you two! Pull it together!"

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Op and you lose.

I want to strangle everybody here that isn't Gabby Riya and Grett. And Ashley I guess, she didn't do anything wrong.

You all deserve to lose.

"And that's the game!"

Alec's like "Wow! So much for TRYING to break them up! They did that on their own! We don't have to do anything!"

The fact that the villains plotted to fuel the fire between Jake and Aiden, and then they didn't need to do anything because they did that by being left to their own devices XD

WOW.

This alliance is so powerful they don't need to try.

"I've given Jake so many chances to cool his jets. This guy is impossible to like!"

I don't exist...

Ah, so this is why everybody hates Jake.

I too want to strangle him. (Affectionate)

"I'm surprised he has any friends at all!"

He doesn't. He has a grandma. That's it.

He's gonna lose Ashley in a minute.

"Aiden is such a douchebag!"

YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP!

"We need to band together to get Aiden on that bus of losers."

YOU. STUPID. FUCK.

YOU'RE LEAVING TONIGHT. IT'S ALREADY BEEN DECIDED.

"We can't let them take the majority in this game! We're all at their mercy!"

YES. LISTEN TO REASON.

"I don't care! I have no interest in working with Aiden. He can burn in hell!"

I have Markeplier's voice in my head right now.

"You shut the fuck up." "YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP!" "YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP!" "I HOPE YOU DIE IN A FIRE!" "SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

"Jake, please, for once use your head and think about this."

OH NOW YOU CARE!

Whatever.

"I've made up my mind. I'm going to talk to Alec and get the villains to vote with us for Aiden."

Hey Ashley, something about how Jake is a good guy?

You might be wrong about that.

"Okay Jake, what will we do once Aiden's gone?"

"What else? STEAL THE IDOL!! I'M A MAD GENIUS!!"

"Win immunities, find totems, I don't know."

Yeah you have no plan.

"Eh I'll just wing it! That'll totally work in my favor!"

I'm going to be so here for it when Jake faces the consequences of his actions at this elimination.

"Why is it so difficult for Jake to use his head, not his heart?"

His heart sucks.

That's what you're implying.

It's perfectly in character for him. So I'm not mad about that. It makes sense for him to do this.

BUT ALSO I WANT TO STRANGLE HIM.

"No offense Tom, but your conversations with him haven't been working out."

You were the one that pushed him to talk to Jake. Just saying.

You do be right though.

Pain doesn't just go away, ya know? It's gonna make you lash out. That's normal. I KNOW.

"We have to take out Jake. It's him or us."

And it's gonna be him.

The only way an alliance will ever work is if Jake is not in it.

We hate Jake. That's the moral of the story.

"I didn't even have to try this time!"

XD

AYO I SAID THAT TOO!

"Our alliance can really choose anyone we want. Whoever goes tonight will set the tone for the rest of the eliminations moving forward."

That's true.

It's gonna be Jake.

MAYBE you could keep him because he's a drama source?

But I really don't think that will happen.

So what it's two votes on Riya, one vote on Aiden, and then AT LEAST six votes for Jake?

That's what it sounds like.

ALL my money is on Jake being the boot here.

THERE IS NO WAY IT'S ANYONE ELSE.

"You all are the very best of our show."

WHY IS THE CAMERA ON YUL?

YOU LIAR.

OH TOM NO!!

"You left me no choice. Sorry Jake."

AWW

I get it though. After what happened.

OH ASHLEY'S VOTING AIDEN TOO?!?!

WHAT?!

"I would prefer to vote Riya, but I have to support Jake."

REALLY?

Damn I thought she would turn on him after this. SHE REALLY STUCK BY HIM. SHE REALLY KEPT HER WORD.

Of course Allyson voted Jake.

"It wasn't necessary to mention Hunter when we were arguing."

WHAT IS IT WITH YOU? ONE SCENE YOU WANT TO TOLERATE HIM, THE NEXT YOU DON'T. WHICH IS IT?!?!

Gabby's just vibing.

Oh god here we go...

Jake is so gone.

'JAKE'

It's over. He's so gone.

Oh don't look shocked.

'JAKE'

Do not look shocked. You caused your own elimination.

'AIDEN'

'AIDEN'

That's the only Aiden votes.

'JAKE'

The rest of these are just Jake. You don't even need to read all of these.

"Next vote..."

Ugh... come on. Just get it over with.

Jake is so gone. There's no way it's anyone else.

My heart's sinking. Jake's gone.

'ASHLEY'

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WAIT WHAT?!?!?!

WHAT-?!

WHA-?!

'ASHLEY'

OH THE VILLAINS!!!

OH MY GOD CAUSE SHE'S THE MORAL ONE!!!

'ASHLEY'

OH NOOOOOO!!!

*head is down in grief*

NOOOOO!!!

"Oh my god..."

"Look what you did Jake!"

REALLY?!?!?

"T-this-t-t-this can't be happening!"

OH MY GOD JAKE. NO!!

'ASHLEY'

REALLY?!

JAKE FUCKS UP AND ASHLEY IS THE ONE WHO PAYS FOR IT?!?!

*head is down in grief again*

Oh my god...

MY HEART IS LIKE, RACING RIGHT NOW.

I genuinely did not see this coming. I thought she was for sure safe.

Oh my god... 😢

Well... I DID predict that Jake would lose his only friend here. AND IT WOULD BE HIS FAULT.

HE DID. BUT IT WAS NOT IN THE WAY I THOUGHT.

AND IT WAS HIS FAULT.

THIS IS ENTIRELY BECAUSE OF HIM!!

"A-a-Ashley! Oh no! I-I-I'm so sorry!"

OH NO AND HE'S GONNA BLAME HIMSELF!! 😭

"It's alright Jake. Don't feel guilty again. I'm alright."

It's not alright. But you know. You give him way too much slack.

"If you didn't vote for me, that means Tom and Ally did."

Yeah cause they hate you.

"I-I'm sorry Jake."

I know you are. You were put in a corner.

"I-I can't believe this! I- y-you should still be here! IT'S ALL MY FAULT! I-I SHOULD JUST QUIT, I-"

😭

OH MY GOD JAKE NOOOOOOO

HONEY NOOOOOOO

*eyes are watery*

I'M GONNA CRY.

I'M ACTUALLY GONNA CRY.

"You made your decision. Now stand by it. You have to learn to look forward without dwelling on the past Jake. If anything, I hope I've been able to teach you that."

Ooooohhh....

Oh my god this episode is gonna kill me.

Remember when I was pissed at Jake and wanted to strangle him just a few minutes ago?

I'm right back to having him as my favorite character. In a snap.

"Man that three million dollars would have been nice though. Guess I'll save my farm in another season."

OH YEAH SHE WAS GONNA SAVE HER FARM!

Jake, ACTUALLY, you have to win this now. You can win the money FOR HER! You can just give the money to her.

You can ACTUALLY become the hero of this story!

OH MY GOD I REALIZE WHAT THEY'RE DOING WITH JAKE NOW!

She didn't give any hug to Allyson. Damn.

Awwwww Ashley nooooo. Bye!

"Why do I keep doing this? Now Ashley's gone, and it's all my fault. The one person who was willing to be my friend out here..."

Everyone hates you now. The only person that didn't is gone.

Good FUCKING luck.

"Hmm... we're in trouble."

That's all Aiden's gotta say XD

"Yeah maybe voting for someone who isn't 'evil' just 'a douchebag' wasn't a good idea for our game after all."

HMMMMM, IT'S ALMOST LIKE I'VE BEEN SAYING THIS THE WHOLE GODDAMN TIME!!

"Yeah, it might have been fun to get rid of Aiden once and for all, but it's more fun to watch him continue squabbling with Jake."

Yeah cause he's drama to prevent them from working together.

QUEEN IS SMART. 👑

THIS WAS ACTUALLY THE SMARTER PLAY.

"Ashley was the glue that was holding the 'heroes' together."

True.

But I would NOT call them heroes.

With heroes like these guys, who needs villains?

Oh god what an episode...

That was an emotional roller coaster.

That might actually be one of my favorite Disventure Camp eliminations EVER.

Definately Top Three.

I REALLY like how that was executed.

Fuck Jake though. He caused this. Everyone hates him, and it is well deserved.

What. A. Dickhole.

...

Affectionate

Okay but actually, I love this.

I love this for his character.

Yes he's an asshole, but it makes sense as to why, it's very well explained why he's acting the way he is. We are shown multiple instances of sympathy you feel for him, because he is not entirely horrible.

He's not evil. But he's got major issues. It's such a strong line in between the two. I kinda feel like both instances of adoring him and glossing over his faults, and screaming hate on him and ignoring the POV, are a disservice to what this actually is.

AND HE ACTUALLY GETS CONSEQUENCES FOR HIS ACTIONS!

This was the best way he could've possibly gotten it too.

The dude is NOT motivated by money. His desire is LOVE. Companionship. Something he only ever received from his now dead grandma as a child. Everyone who claims to like him turns on him and uses him, and now he is in no interest of giving anyone a chance.

So eliminating him here would NOT be a consequence, actually. Because then he learns nothing. He would have gotten away with it.

So instead, you do something that stings more than that. You take away his only friend who gave him a chance despite everything. And now he is completely alone with everyone around him loathing him.

Despite everything, Ashley still saw his worth.

And because of said worth, she's gone.

I went into this season knowing Jake was going to be an asshole. It made sense after Season 1. So I'm not surprised. What I'm surprised with is how sympathetic they still made him.

But I also said, EVERY TIME, "Jake is going to be a Pre-Merge Boot/Early Merge Boot."

WELL THIS JUST PROVED THAT ENTIRELY WRONG.

He is not going anywhere.

This dude just became the main driving force of this entire season's story. Regardless if he wins or not. He has to redeem himself. That's the only way anyone else here stands a chance.

There's nowhere else for his character to go but up.

So then he has to be the 'hero' of this story. That's the only thing that makes sense with this setup.

He might actually win. I said there was no way. But NOW?! HE MIGHT ACTUALLY PULL OFF WINNING.

AND HE CAN DO IT FOR ASHLEY.

He just gives the money to Ashley.

Jake, worst player of the game. But story-wise? HE IS THE MVP FOR ME.

My favorite characters are the ones that are messy and flawed and acknowledged as such by the story, but still understandable and human. And Jake fits this near perfectly.

WE STAN JAKE IN THIS HOUSEOLD!👑

NOW WHO WANTS TO JOIN AIDEN AND ALLYSON IN THE JAKE HATE CLUB THEY GOT GOING ON? THAT SOUNDS FUN!

Yeah this episode was a roller coaster for me. This and the last episode? Yeah, things are starting to get interesting.

[the-determined-sparks-au]

Chapter 1

Ao3. Previous part

She was surrounded by starlight, to the leaves that hung over her head, to the very ground that of the well trodden grass of a hollow she stood alone in. 

“No, I’m not alone,” she thought, raising her head up to the sky, but instead of seeing more stars, she saw different shades of eyes, all peering down at her.

“Eons agone, these lands were rife with gods and their adherents. What befell this pantheon? Alas, Tis the nature of beast to forget and Gods to be forgotten. Mayhap they left. Mayhap they slept. Mayhap they devour and were devour in turn. Those few who remain though, they spread their roots, spun their webs and molded the ways of how others live… but sometimes, things left best forgotten, can crack through, whisper in the ears of those who can give it power…what will you do little spark… what can you do?”

Ardere snaps her eyes open, panting as she sits up. She regretted that as she hisses, sunlight that shine through one of the many broken windows that were scatter across the Yowlplace that made the Liege’s Family Den. Her grandmother, Crystallo, before her passing, told her many stories about how years before, when the world was young, that the Others, who had ruled it with a cruel fist, would gather in the place and yowl to their heart’s content.

Arching her back as she stretches, Ardere frowns as she tries to remember her dream that was now slowly fading away. Shaking her head, she stood up, and began to run her tongue over her dark ginger fur, making sure she was presentable enough for her mother. “I do not need another scolding,” she chuckles to herself as she gave herself one more shake before leaving not only the comfort of her nest, but the Liege’s Family den itself.

Stepping through the hole in the wall, Ardere frowns as it rains lightly, feeling the weight of the raindrops falling on her ginger coat, making the black rosettes sparkle a bit. Sighing a bit, and glaring up at the sky, Ardere stalked through the clearing, strolling many cats who were going about there day. She nodded at them each on greeting, tail held up high. She smiles at the sight of a few kits tumbling about playfully, two of them hissing a bit as they bapped at each other’s face, even as a black and white tom with blue scales quickly walked over to pull the two apart.

She watches as another group of cats headed over to the fields, where they will switch places with the night group to take care of the chickens and rabbits that feed the coalition. Ardere couldn’t help but giggle as one trips clumsily over her paws when she tried to yawn. Shaking her head, Ardere smile drops off her face as she walked over to two other kits around her age. One was a light gray rosette molly with the same black scales crawling up her legs, who was watching as a group of Sentries were doing the morning warmup with blue eyes. Next to her, was a slightly large black tom with hard to see rosettes in his fur, white scales crawling up his face, making his blue eyes pop. He leans towards the molly whispering something, making her laugh. But her laughter died when she caught sight of Ardere, “Oh its you...finally decided to finally wake up I see,”

“Thought you decided to stay with Lady Nocta with how much you were squealing in your sleep,” the tom sneers at her and Ardere sighs.

“Morning Rubinus, Fortis,” Ardere greeted them without any heat. It was too early to get into an argument with them. “What’s on the agenda for today? Has father said anything?”

Fortis grumbles when Ardere didn’t react to their mocking, “I’m going to be joining the sentries in there training,” he shrugs, “If I don’t like it, I’ll be sent to the Farms or the Nursery, to work with them,” he shivers, “I rather work with kits than learn to fight and be under Solta’s eye all day in the field chasing after rabbits,”

“I’ll be talking with Overseer Apollo alongside father,” Rubinus said, drawing a paw over her face, “Then we will be talking to Commander Henricus about Thundergrowth,” her face scrunches up in a sneer, “it seems that they're getting aggressive lately and the elders are fearing that they’ll strike at us once more,”

Ardere frowns at this, “But the Deranged Bishop has been dead for seasons now. We have been in peace with Thundergrowth since Bishop Goosefeather took over,” she pointed out, a frown on her face.

Rubinus groans at this, rolling her eyes, “Just because the leader is dead doesn’t mean his followers are. Many of Thundergrowth agreeded with his beliefs, and I know for sure that they didn’t get truly punished for their actions against us,”

“Just because you were friends with Pineface, doesn’t make all of Thundergrowth your friend,” he glares at her, “And if you do, why don’t you follow Fuligo’s example and go find one?”

Ardere stood up, her green eyes widen, “What do you mean follow Fuligo’s example,” she hisses, tail lashing behind her.

“He went out to the forest that borders the camp,” Fortis mews, nodding his head towards the dense green forest, “Saying he was going to prove to us, how big and strong he was by making a friend with a Kingdom cat,”

“You two idiots!” Ardere snaps, heart beating in her chest as ran towards the woods, plunging through the bushes that marked the border. She couldn’t even stop to marvel in awe at what was on the other side, too worried about her brother. She didn’t stop when her paws hit every sharp rock, rough root and pointed stick, didn’t stop when her fur was pulled by a briar bush, nor when her lungs ache with a burning feeling in them. Especially when she heard a screech of pain that could only come from her little brother.

Bursting though some undergrowth, Ardere skitted to a halt in horror at the sight before her. Her brother, looking like a tinier version of Fortis, with the same black fur and faded rosettes, but with white scales covering his left paw. His tail was bushed in terror as he tries to scramble up, but the large brown tabby with white scales over his face and belly, and red scales across his neck pounced again, pinning Fuligo to the ground. His amber eyes gleam as he brought his paw up, claws unsheathed to swipe at Fuligo’s muzzle, making him squeal in agony.

A growl erupted from Ardere’s throat before it turns into an angry yowl as she sprung on him, throwing him sideways off her brother and into a clump of nettles. Sinking her teeth into his shoulders, the larger tom hisses in pain, twisting as he tries to throw her off of him. She gets off of him, before he could flipped onto his back and crush her, and then dodged as he swipes at her face, blood welling from the scracthes those long claws made along her cheek, but Ardere hisses aggressively, her fur rise to make herself look bigger than she was but the other, glares down at her. “Get out of here you Ruindwellers!” he orders, tail lashing behind him, “You don’t belong here,”

“That doesn’t mean you get to attack my brother!” Ardere snaps, glaring up at him with narrow green eyes. Her body thrum, from head to the tip of her tail, every part of her ready for battle.

The tabby opens his mouth, but a new voice cuts in, stopping him, “What is going on here?” Ears pinning to her head, Ardere watches as two adult cats strides into the clearing, the sunlight shining down on their fur through the trees, making Ardere and Fuligo see them clearly. The tallest one, was a molly with pale blue-gray fur with darker tabby marking. Patches of yellow scales grew along the back of her neck and shoulders, with a scar parting the scales across one shoulder. The scratches on her face to the nick of her ear showed the hard life she had, but her blue eyes glowed with inner strength. Ardere shivers a bit, as those blue eyes looked down at her in curiosity. A second cat followed him, this one making the brown tabby grimace. He too had gray fur, but was covered in teal scales on the neck and belly.

At the sight of this tom, the brown tabby who attacked Fuligo crouched down, grimacing at the narrow blue eyes aim at him, “Tigerpaw what were you thinking?” The gray tom growls, “are you trying to start a war with the Hearth Coalition?”

“I was just protecting our territory!” The now name Tigerpaw explains but keeping his head down, not looking up at them.

“Oh yes, you sure protected our territory,” the gray tom growls, “attacking a pair of kits. You know the code, don’t you Tigerpaw? No warrior can neglect a kit, even if the kit is in danger? That doesn’t just effect Kingdom cats,” he scolds.

Ardere drops onto her pads, loosening her muscles and unbending her spine as she turns to Fuligo who was standing up, shaking in place as he stares at Tigerpaw with terror in his blue eyes, “are you ok?”

He turns to her, shivering and nodding his head. Ardere frowns and presses to his side, brushing her tongue against his head in a soothing manner.

“I apologize for this whole mess,” the blue gray molly gently said, drawing the siblings attention to her, you have my word that Tigerpaw will be punished,” the gray tom nodded his head in agreement at this and Tigerpaw grimaces, “I am Bishop Blizzardstorm of the Thundergrowth Kingdom,” she dips her head, before gesturing to the gray and teal scale tom, “this is Voleclaw, one of my warriors and you have met his apprentice, Tigerpaw,”

Ardere stares at the Bishop, “I am Ardere, and this is my brother, Fuligo,” he brings his head up from Ardere’s side before he shyly nods it. Ardere frowns, “Bishop Goosefeather has pass?”

“Yes,” Bishop Blizzardstorm spoke sadly, “the last winter before this one,”

“That is sad to here,” Fuligo mutters, “he brought peace to our two groups for many years… Father will be sadden to hear he finally left to join one of the valleys guarded by Lady Nocta,”

“Agreed,” Bishop Blizzardstorm frowns, “you did not know then?”

“A few sentries had tried to get any news from you,” Ardere frowns, “but they are force to flee with a few whiskers missing. You lot have been getting so aggressive that it’s worried that you will start the raids again,”

The Bishop winces at this, while Voleclaw growls, “it seems we will have to keep a closer eye on our patrols,”

Nodding her head at this, Bishop Blizzardtounge sighs, “My apologies once more, the last two Season-cycles have been hard on us all. I promise to you that I will crack down on those who have been attacking you will be punished as well and they will be stop,”

Ardere nods her head at this, as they say in an awkward silence. Voleclaw coughs, “you fight well for someone from the Ruins,”

Ardere and Fuligo exchange looks, making Bishop Blizzardstorm chuckle, “we saw you throw yourself at Tigerpaw, right before we could interfere. Tigerpaw is stronger than you, but you didn’t even hesitate to charge in to protect your brother,”

Ardere’s ear flick at this and she ducks her head down. Fuligo chuckles beside her and nudges her with a smile on his face. She softly hisses at him, before turning her gaze back to the Bishop, kneading the ground underneath her. Finally she couldn’t hold in the questions that were burning in her throat, “I hope you don’t mind me asking but what is it like living in the Strath? How big is your Kingdom? What do you guys actually do?”

Blizzardstorm chuckles, good humor shining in her blue eyes, “Living in the Strath...may not be as comfortable as living in the Ruins as you two do, but to us Kingdoms, the rewards are great. Our territory is big enough to support us, which our warriors,” she flicked her tail towards Voleclaw, “feed, defend and care for the cats who cannot do it themselves. Of course we have other things that a cat can do if they do not wish to be a warrior. We have our Crafters, who help build the defenses of our home, to the caretakers who help with the raising of our kits alongside the Monarchs,”

“How many Kingdoms are there?” Fuligo speaks up, blinking with his wide blue eyes, “We know about Thundergrowth and Windmoor,”

“There are four,” Voleclaw spoke up, “Shadowmire and Riverglade. We have live in the Strath for many generations, and while usually we live in peace together, it hangs on the balace with how the Bishop at the time leads their Kingdom.”

“You seem very interested of the Kingdoms,” Bishop Blizzardstorm remarked, her blue eyes staring at Ardere in curiosity.

“Our father would tell us stories of the time when he travel with a Windmoor cat by the name of Kesterltail,” at this both Voleclaw and Bishop Blizzardstorm exchanged looks, Tigerpaw frowning at her while his amber eyes narrow. “But only of the days they had travel together, anything of actual Kingdom life is still a mystery to us,”

Bishop Blizzardstorm gazes at her for a bit, before nodding her head, “How about you find out for yourself,” at this, Tigerpaw’s head snaps to the Bishop, amber eyes wide, “What would you say if I ask you if you like to join Thundergrowth as an apprentice,”

“I would be very interested,” Ardere replies instinctavley, swallowing down the lump in her throat. Her heart was pounding against her chest, and she knew her eyes were widen in shock.

“But the Ruindwellers can’t live in the Strath!” Tigerpaw protested immediately, “They don’t have the blood that had been bless by Lady Nocta to live here,”

Fuligo frowns, “You do know that many years ago, the Strath was just a nursing place for Drifters long before you Kingdom cats came,” he pointed out, “And then you all got really prickly with borders and started attacking anyone who dare enter? The story of the Raging Sky and Mother Mist,” at this the two older cats wince, “It isn’t just a story, its a warning to all to be careful around you,”

Sighing Bishop Blizzardstorm shakes her head, “Too much of Nocta’s Blessed Blood has been spill lately. And I am only offering her training. There is no guarantee she would become a full member of Thundergrowth,”

Ardere felt stung by those words, and even more hurt when she realize the Bishop was only offering her a chance, not her brother. “Why offer me the chance then?”

“We need more help,” Voleclaw admits, “The last two winters brought by Lady Nixames’ wails were harsh. We’re short on paws, and now that we know that some of our patrols have been attacking others...we can’t afford to be choosy. Though make no mistake of this,” he looks at her in the eyes, with his dark blue, “Bishop Blizzardstorm is not making this offer lightly. If you wish to train with us, we will have to take you into our Kingdom. You must either live with us and respect our ways, or return to the Ruins and never come back. You cannot live with a paw in each world,”

Ardere frowns, “So...if I accept, that means I have to cut contact with my family,” she frowns, “I understand respecting your ways, but not being able to see my parents, to see my littermates…”

“Of course not,” Bishop Blizzardstorm gently responded, giving Voleclaw a glare, “All we ask that when you did visit them it will be on your own time,” at this, a cool breeze stirred the undergrowth, ruffling Ardere’s fur. She shivers, not with the cold, but with excitement at the possibility that was opening up. But she stills, frowning as she turns to Fuligo, “Are you wondering if its worth it? The price you may pay?” Ardere turns her gaze to Bishop Blizzardsstorm who was staring at her sadly, “Thundergrowth may not be able to offer you easy food or warmth. When Nixames comes and wails, nights in the Strath can be cruel. Thundergrowth will demand great loyalty and hard work. You will be expected to protect them with your life if necessary. While it is against our code to kill in battle, any fight poses the risk of death. Things are out of our control and if Lord Mourna calls you to walk with him to one of Lady Nocta’s Startrail,” she shakes her head, voice cracking at this, “Nothing can stop that. But...if you like to have at least a taste, a trial run to say,” Bishop Blizzardstorm looked at her for a long moment, “Two cats will be here tomorrow, at sunhigh,”

Ardere nodded her head, mouth dry as she watches Bishop Blizzardstorm give a a low signal- a flick of her tail- and in a single movement the three cats turned and disappeared into the undergrowth. Blinking, Ardere turns to Fuligo before she shakes her head and helps him up, allowing him to lean against her side, the two of them turning, heading back to the Coalition. But as she did so, she felt a strange sensation inside her, pulsing with each step she took, trying to tug her back into the depths of the Strath.

[bluiex]

Here’s the fluff <3

Mumbo walked down the dirt path of the park, smiling up at the stars. Scar was right, he really did need to take more time off. He yelped when he nearly tripped over what he thought was a rock but, on closer examination, was a small grey cat.

“Oh, hello.” Mumbo murmured, crouching down. “Who do you belong to?”

The cat purred, rolling onto her side at Mumbo’s feet. “Well, aren’t you a sweet little thing?” He hummed, “you don’t seem to have a collar..” Mumbo carefully reached out to stroke the cat’s fur, fingers gliding over her soft coat. He glanced around the dark to see if anyone could own this cat- no one seemed to be around. He sighed softly. “You seem pretty comfortable with people.” Mumbo said, voice warm. “Do you have an owner? A home?”

The cat meowed and blinked up at him, offering no further explanation. Mumbo sighed with a smile and sat down fully, scratching her behind the ears.

“hey mumbOWHAT IS THAT” Scar jumped back, having just teleported over.

“… a cat?” Mumbo held up the stray

Scar tentatively reached a hand out. “Woaahh” he whispered, “you mortals make the best things.”

The cat meowed and rubbed into Scar’s hand.

“This is so weird. Why is she squishy. And soft. Oh my gosh I think I’m in love. Mumbo, I'm replacing you.” Scar had never seen a cat before. “We’re keeping her. She’s soft like jelly. Her name is Jellie.” He nodded with finality, looking up at his mortal.

Mumbo couldn’t help but chuckle. “Yeah?” He laughed, shaking his head. “Come on, love. You can’t replace me that easily.” He teased, “But I’m glad you like her. She seems to have taken a liking to you as well.”

Mumbo walked home next to Scar, rolling his eyes affectionately as the demon rambled on and on about the kitten.

“She’s perfect, Mumbo. Look at her!” Scar held her up, her green eyes glinting in the low light of night. “She’s adorable.”

“She’s got you wrapped around her little paw, huh?” Mumbo chuckled

Scar gave a sharp-toothed grin, holding Jellie up to his face to kiss her nose. She licked his face. “You don’t understand, darling. Did you hear how she purred when I scratched behind her ears? Music to my rotten soul.” He hummed.

Mumbo smiled again, shaking his head in amusement. “I’m glad you two have hit it off so well. I didn’t expect you to be such a fan of cats!”

Scar looked at Mumbo with mock indignation. “You learn something new every day, my dear! And today we have learned that cats are the most wonderful creatures in this mortal realm.”

“Mumbo you’re officially my second favourite mortal.” Scar announced as they laid in bed. Jellie was taking a nap on the demon. “My daughter is going to be horrible. She will level cities and bring her wrath down upon the innocent.” He held her up.

Jellie meowed, upset at being woken up

“My little demonling” he cooed. “You’re going to kill so many when you grow up big and strong.”

She bapped his face with her paw.

“See?” Scar giggled. “Evil. I love it.”

-💚

"You mortals make the best things"

BLESS DEMON SCAR UWAH THIS IS REALLY CUTE

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

[fire-escape-in-hell]

Emphasis on Enemy

Summary: The enemies part of enemies to lovers. The day after making the pact, Mammon and the exchange student come to a head after a long day of ridicule from the student body. No one's having a good time. Words: 1.6k

Named OC!MC (she/her) with determined appearance and personality.

“Look I hate this. If you get yourself eaten by some demons here at RAD, Don’t blame me ‘cause I don’t give a damn.” Mammon practically snarled. "You got that? Don’t go thinking you’re all great and stuff just ‘cause you managed to make some stupid pact, human!”

Nabbed by a rude hand, she had been dragged to an old open-air stone stairwell the Academy had repurposed as a fire escape. She winced as the volume of his voice bounced around the bare walls. Macy wished the sound of the rain and the overtaxed aging gutters would drown him out, and maybe literally drown him while they’re at it.

Her wrist lightly pulsed when Mammon let her go. The additional gloom of the rain muted the lights of the city which usually illuminated the grounds. She couldn’t see all the details of his face, but even through the dark she could make out his glare. Ever since she showed up he’s been stuck in a scowl. 

Mammon could still feel the burn of the looks following them all day. It was a deep and familiar, he could feel it on his person though he couldn't point exactly where. It was frequent enough to scar him. He’s fed up with the snickers and the jeers from the fringes of his periphery. He's once again the laughing stock of the Academy.

No fucking more!

If no one else was going to give him the respect he deserves, he’s going to let the mouthiest peon in this whole place know what’s what. But unfortunately the wimp was not yet done mouthing off.

“Ok I get it, you’re not happy. God would you please at least call me by my name?” 

“Since you asked so nicely, sure.”

She blinks, “Oh. Than-”

“-IS WHAT I would say if I was a chump, you fucking idiot!” he baps her lightly upside the head as he walks by her on the landing, mostly just mussing her hair. 

“You expect ME to call you by your name? YOU? A lowly human? Come back in a million years. You’d better learn your place, ‘cause if you keep sayin’ stuff like that, I swear I’ll make you my next meal.” With a devious cut of a smile, Mammon turns back around on a pivot at the end of the landing. He takes a step closer, voice low. “Starting with your head working my way down.” 

She stands eerily still, like a mouse that’s only just noticed the snake in the brush. Her blood chills. The relative isolation of the fire escape flipped from a comfort to a danger in a breath. A small step backwards betrays her fright, and under her sole the light scuff of dust on the flagstones spoke so loudly in the air between them. The rain droned on.

She looked the same as her first day. What the wizard described as the ‘come-and-eat-me’ look. A rodent in a corner. Fuck what do I do? What's he going to do? What do I do?

The gold in his eyes shone cold, even if he wasn't a demon this was a nightmare made real. Encroached upon by a strange man, in a foreign land, unable to read the language, all alone in this stairwell. Her breath begins to hitch at a rhythm she can't control.

“Eh?” He mocked. “Am I that intimidating? Do I frighten you?” Mammon pressed his advantage, winding up his voice so his threats were masked with mock friendliness. He extended a hand, “Then listen… If you stop talking back and just do what I tell ya, then things won’t be so bad for—”

“S-stop!” She managed to croak instead of a sob. 

His extended hand locked in place, inches from her. He’d stopped dead in his tracks. Mammon's eyes went wide with panic.

“Wh…! Wh-what’s going on? I-I can’t move…! Wh-what’d you do to me?! Is this some kind of magic?!” he bleats as he pulls on his legs, flailing as his center of gravity shifts like a tiger in a trap. After a few seconds of uselessly struggling against his invisible shackles, he relents. “Listen up h-hu-huma..” he pauses and once again gauges his situation. He sighs. “Macy.”

She softens, if only a little, as the immediate danger had passed. She almost felt bad. Macy was safe in the moment, but he was just threatening her and he would absolutely still be doing so without magical intervention. This demon has proven to be all sharp edges and posturing, but despite the success of the pact’s command, she had the distinct fear of not knowing the extent of its limits. Her safety still felt shaky, and she was only saved by happenstance. A lucky break she only stumbled into because of a stolen knick-knack. She tried to dam the thoughts of what would have gone down without it.

“Say something will ya?” He whined.

She's brought back to the rain. "Mammon."

He began to pout. "C'mon! Lemme go! Geeze, who do you think you are???”

“You were going to eat me.” she asserted, sour and untrusting.

He blustered with the petulance of a grade schooler. “Not actually. Diavolo would have me axed.” and he ran his finger across his throat for theatrics. 

She groaned internally. Does he ever stop talking with his hands?

"Look I promise I'm not gonna eat cha'. Just lemme go… " his face flushed pink as he searched for the word, "Uhh… please?"

Macy mulls it over for a second. She could just… stop him again right? This… Spell? Pact? Magic? Seemed to work... It could probably be trusted? Fuck not like she's got options. Against the choices of die or put up with this guy, it’s an obvious pick. She's gotta get something out of this situation, this jerk, and this realm's shittiest tattoo.

She takes a breath. “Yeah ok… Um… Release…?” Macy swirls a definitely magically unnecessary hand movement and it feels as if the lead had vanished from his legs. He sputters as he stumbles back to life, and his first act of freedom is shooting her his nastiest glare. 

“I only wanted to scare ya into being my lacky, which you still are by the way!” he shouts.

If only she could turn the prickling hairs on her arms into barbs. Macy’s temper bubbled high in her throat, “If you don't mean it stop saying it! I'm so fucking stressed out, I don't need any more flippant fucking death threats!” Her voice cracks with emotion that she's obviously struggling to push down.

Mammon scoffs, unmoved. “You're the one who signed up for this!”

“I didn't…. didn't know…… I couldn't have known about all this!” She was also shouting now. “-and I can't even understand these words?!” she unceremoniously dropped her bag in between their feet and swooped down, rummaging around like a racoon in a trash can. She yanks out a now-crumpled worksheet from their earlier alchemy class and forcefully points at a section of units written in demonic script. 

Mammon's record skipped for a second. It's usually insults by now. But instead she looks… Ashamed? Angry? Embarrassed?

Her face is all blotchy, humans are such babies. But… is she like, actually upset?

"I can't read this." Her anger wavers to tears.

Mammon blinks, "So?" Aren't we arguing about something else…?

Her voice shakes again against her wishes "So? SO?! We need it for every class and everything depends on me understanding it!" She takes another breath. “Look. All things considered. I'm stuck here, but I still want to try. You're the only one I can ask!”

“Nah.”

“Please. I really need help.”

He tapped his foot and rolled his whole head along with his eyes. “Actually! You owe ME. Ya know how much Grimm I've lost since you got here? No! Not gonna happen!” Both arms were emphatically making his points for him. “Why the fuck would I do that for someone like you?! Who's been causin’ me nothing but trouble?”

Her expression grows dark and scathing in a second, Macy can no longer hold it back. Her channel changed.

“Because if I can make you stop, I can probably make you do a lot more. Are you gonna help me or not?” her tone was even and low.

She's right. He falters and feels a drop in his gut understanding the implications of ‘not’ in her delivery. The frustration bunched up in his chest. For once in my fucking life could I get a fucking break?! A little respect?! Figures. Lucifer would never give me a good job. Why the fuck am I in charge of watching uneaten leftovers from the human realm? Shitty break after shitty break! Fuck!

Mammon just stewed in his thoughts before finally responding. “D-dang ok fine. But it's because I'm in charge of you and if you fail it'll make me look bad!!!”

She rolled her eyes and tired scorn passed over her. “Fine. Whatever. Where's the library?”

Mammon's head tipped back and his only answer was a long reluctant groan. He made a point to drag it out as he started up the next flight of stairs, presumably in the direction of the library. She couldn’t help but grumble to herself and she hurried to scoop up her bag. The stout woman sped to a jog to keep up with him as he skipped past several steps at a time. Mammon was incredibly light on his feet, scaling several flights faster than she ever thought possible. She managed a disdainful chuckle under a wheeze. He’s also quick to get on my nerves so I guess it’s only appropriate. Asshole.

[shallow-wordsalad]

[Fate/Destiny Shift] - Midnight Interlude

"Master of Saber..."

"Master of Lancer..."

"Master of Archer..."

"Master of Caster..."

"Master of Rider..."

"Master of Assassin..."

Calls had gone out to the seven Masters that night, all from the same source, all proclaiming the same things. The evening was rife with emotion, and the air was charged with tension and anxiety.

—

In a luxury hotel room, reclining on a bed like a celebrity, one Master regards the Command Seals upon her left hand with a wry look and a mocking smirk. They felt like a nuisance. Not even a burden to bear, but just an annoying chore getting in the way of a thousand better things to do.

"...Well, fun's over. You think we have a chance?" She grouses at the girl enjoying a bottle of cheap liquor on the opposite side of the room.

"You think we don't?" The drinking girl responds, her voice cool and flat.

"We haven't lost yet!" A second voice, far more sprightly and cheerful, adds from behind. The quiet girl tosses the empty bottle toward the second voice, and immediately the complaints begin. "Hey! You drank the whole thing!"

"Gotta be quicker next time," The quiet girl responds, unphased by her companion's pouting and foot-stamping.

"I guess you've got a point," The Master of these Servants drops her hand onto her plush bed. She accepts the concept, but rejects the idea all the same. "Numbers gotta count for something, right?"

"At least get me a drink!" whines the cheerful voice.

"Get it yourself," the quiet one snaps back without looking.

"Ugh! How come you still haven't learned to share?" The first voice, almost whiny, complains.

"Not in my nature. Not in yours either," the quiet one raises an eyebrow, confused that her friend didn't know this already.

"Oh, yeah. Okay, fair enough." The cheerful voice ponders for a moment. "I'm grabbing more food. Master, you want some?"

"Whatever looks sweet. And see if you can't find me some company tonight. Sounds like it's the last fun I'm gonna have for a while."

" " Ooh~! " " Both perk up with interest, then immediately devolve into bickering again. "Find me somebody tall," The quiet one demands flatly. "Oh, I'm gonna find a cute nerdy one," Retorts the chipper voice, eagerness almost overflowing. "Oh come on, we always get your type." "Maybe you should go find someone then." "Don't wanna," Quiet pouts. "Beggars can't be choosers then~!" Chipper mocks, even sticking out her tongue.

The Master groans, glancing at the time ticking away. She raises her voice to silence the rowdy two and shape this chaos into action. "Could you hurry up? We'll make whoever you find work! Now get going, Rider!"

"Aye aye, Cap'n~!" The cheerful Servant bounces up with exaggerated energy, throwing a mock salute as she exits the room. The door slams shut behind her as the quiet girl leans back, her gaze drifting over to the Master with an unreadable expression.

The Master reclines again, swatting her forehead with an open hand and letting out an earnest laugh. "I swear, I get caught up in the strangest things."

—

"Master," Saber turns to his charge with a knightly bow and a severe tone, ready to report on the tidings of the evening.

"I know. I heard," His Master acknowledges the voice message that'd been left for him. Thup-thup. Two fast jabs rattle the chains of a punching bag. "We're going."

Saber is briefly taken aback by his Master's straightforwardness. His sharp blue eyes gleam with approval. A confident smile fills his face, content and impressed with his Master's candor. "I was hoping you would say that."

"We're not gonna be able to gather every bit of info I'd like, but anyone who shows up to the weigh-in is intel," Bap-bap, pow! A jab, hook, and roundhouse kick knock the heavy bag into a gentle sway. "And it's not like I've got anything to hide."

"Is there anyone you'd like me to keep an eye on?"

"—I guess if I had to worry about anyone, it'd be Archer, and maybe Assassin," Whap-BAM! A one-two punch of a hook and haymaker twist the bag and spin its chain around itself. The Master shakes some tingling out of his knuckles.

"Not Berserker?"

"Nah. Push comes to shove..." KaTHWAM—!! A flash of red lights up the Command Seals on the Master's right hand, and he throws a single straight punch from his waist! The weighted bag snaps off its chains and smashes open against the far wall, denting the brick wall of the makeshift gym and leaving a cloud of decimated dust in its wake. "I can take him."

—

In a dark, grimy hovel of a shelter, a man focuses on a spell through a small crystal focus. His eyes gleam like pure onyx gems, lightless pits staring through the eyes of another as he watches two people meet, talk, and part in front of the home he surveys.

The One, then, stops at the front door, and slowly turns towards his viewpoint. She smiles, holds out her hand, then— "Hngh—?!"

The crystal explodes, his focus shunted back to his own body, and the force throwing him off his feet. He grits his teeth and slams a fist into a puddle on concrete. "—Ебать! Эта сука!" He shouts into the empty room, his voice echoing off of bare walls. His fist tightens and slams into the puddle again. His magic is still amateurish, and hers is perfect.

"Master," A calmer, deeper voice speaks from nowhere. "Calm yourself. Patience is the first skill you need to perfect if you want to hit your mark."

"I know!" The Master barks back, "Don't you think I know that, Archer?! But I can't even get a glimpse of her without something backfiring on me!"

"But you did learn something, didn't you?"

"Nnh?" He pauses, and thinks. "...There was that other woman. Who was she?"

"Whoever she was, she is likely not as elusive as your target."

"...Good point. Ugh, but with the War oncoming..." He digs the cell phone from his coat pocket, his fingers trembling with anger as he stares at the flashing icon on the screen—the reminder of the call he’d received. "Need to start acting faster. God alone knows what that witch will do to win the Holy Grail."

"Should I attend the ceremonies? We can at least identify our—" "I don't care about anyone else, Archer. I know my target," The Master's voice sharpens with finality. "—Hm," The voice goes quiet, displeasure clear even without words.

—

[gingerlee-holds]

Chapter One: The Girl Who Snoozed and Won

The following is Chapter One of a fic I'm writing entitled "Wake Up, Keidima!" about an OC of mine in the My Hero Academia universe. I was told cringe wasn't dead yet, and with any luck, these chapters will kill it. Anyways, it's not a tickle fic - sorry to disappoint my followers - it's just a short fic covering the Entrance Exam Arc of MHA, and how my OC fits into it. Maybe I'll post the next chapter soon, who knows. I'd love to hear what you think of it.

Word Count: 4377

There are three things you need to know about Keidima Eivi. Firstly, she wasn't a morning person.

"WAKE UP, BEDHEAD, YOU'RE GONNA BE LATE!!!"

Keidima yelped as she was yanked out of bed, the sudden feeling of gravity's pull jarring her from her peaceful slumber. She had just enough time to drag her assailant down with her, and she and her twin brother were sent to the ground in a heap. Jodonaki Eivi swatted his sister like a cat would bap a dog.

"You won't get into UA if you sleep through the Entrance Exam!" he yelled, shaking Keidima to get his point across.

Keidima hummed in thought and yawned, rubbing her eye with a fist. "UA…? Oh, I'm sure they'll understand if I sleep five more minutes…" Her head drooped down a little before snapping back up again. "UA! The exam is today!" 

"There ya go, Bedhead!" Jodonaki chuckled as his sister jumped up, body now filled with adrenaline. He followed suit, standing and walking down to the kitchen as she got dressed. "I'll warm up a bowl of Miso for you. No cereal, you don't need the calories."

Keidima let out a single mocking laugh as she began tearing her pajamas off and throwing more clothes on. "I'm not gonna take health advice from you, Belch!"

She heard the effect of the nickname in the form of a bowl being slammed down on a table, quick footsteps up the stairs, which then stopped halfway up with a sudden burst of coughing, then stomped back down again. "It's a cool quirk! You're just jealous!"

Giggling as she sat back on the bed, she took a pair of socks from her drawer and put them on, wiggling her toes inside. Her characteristic fuzzy pink socks, especially when fresh out of the dryer, were unbelievably cozy to walk in, and if she wasn't so anxious about the upcoming exam, she'd immediately return to bed with them on. As it was, however, she jogged to the bathroom and began brushing her teeth. Once she was finished, Keidima looked up into the mirror at the sweet-looking, button-nosed, freckle-covered face staring back at her. She smiled wide and gave her reflection a thumbs-up, mumbling the famous hero slogan, "Plus ultra," with a nervous giggle.

As she pulled a band T-shirt over her head and put her arms through, Keidima looked down at her waist. "Have I grown taller?" she thought. Earlier, she saw she was around three inches taller than her brother, who was average height. "That's strange. Guess I haven't been paying attention." Pulling down a little, trying to cover her exposed midriff, she grumbled. "Guess I'll fix that problem after the exam." She pulled on her pants, practically desperate for a distraction from the rapidly-approaching exam. She had heard about some of the other students and their abilities, each more powerful and impressive than the last.

UA was a reach and Keidima knew it. Her teachers knew it too, and desperately tried to dissuade her from applying, but the girl was resolute. Every time someone told her about the terrifyingly low acceptance rate - she had heard the phrase "You know you have less than 1% chance of getting in, right?" more than a dozen times by this point - she simply shrugged. She even had a mantra she would repeat to herself whenever it happened. "I'm not worried. I'll be a hero!" This mantra, incidentally, was what she was hurriedly mumbling to herself as she hopped down the stairs, brushing her long red hair with one hand and holding onto the banister with the other.

Stumbling into the kitchen, she threw the brush on the couch and sat down at the table right as Jodonaki set a warm bowl of Miso soup in front of her. Jodonaki chuckled, ruffling Keidima's hair as she began scarfing down her breakfast. "You look weird without messy hair. I'm not used to it. Besides, I think it suits you!"

Keidima huffed but kept her snark to herself, focusing instead on making sure she was fed enough for the exam. What would it entail? Will other people make fun of her? What if she proves everyone right, and fails? These anxious questions only spurred her to eat faster as she shot up from her seat and sailed out the door like a rocket, shouting, "I'll come back a hero!"

"Wait, Keidima! You forgot-" Jodonaki stopped on the doorstep and sighed. "-your medication…" He held the bottle of Provigil in his hand as he watched his twin race off toward the UA campus. "Y'know… maybe she won't need them. The adrenaline may keep her awake long enough to fend off the side effects of her quirk. Yeah… yeah she'll be just fine…" he mumbled, not very reassuringly, to himself as went back inside, closing the door behind him. 

Keidima was running as fast as her legs could carry her, jumping and dodging various obstacles. She jumped over a fire hydrant, swung around a tree, bounced around a corner. 

"I'm gonna be late! Then I'll never be able to become a true hero!" She growled at her own laziness and ran faster. 

Arriving at a stop light, she bent over, gasping for breath as she waited with several other people. The traffic was busy today, so she couldn't count on the crosswalk being quick.

"Where's the fire, kid?" a baritone voice beside her said. She hastily jerked her body upward at the sound, looking up into the bored eyes of a man around thirty with greasy black hair that went down to his shoulders. He was wearing a black coat with a long, thin gray scarf around his neck. In his hand was a bag filled with pencils, pens, rulers, and a lot of erasers. "School supplies…?" His jawline was covered in messy stubble, he looked far too thin, and the bags under his eyes were very prominent. "He looks tired… I wish I could help," Keidima thought. That was the primary thing she always thought about whenever she saw someone: how much sleep they look like they are getting. And this man wasn't getting enough. He tilted his head to the side, raising an eyebrow, and Keidima quickly realized that she was staring.

"Oh! Sorry, mister!" She smiled a wobbly smile. "I'm gonna be late for my entrance exam if I'm not fast!"

"Another prospective UA student, hm?" his eyes pierced into hers, as if reading the contents of her soul. "Eh, I think you'll be fine."

"I certainly hope so, sir…" Keidima looked down at her feet. Why did this guy care? And how could he tell she was heading to UA? Was he a detective or something? 

"Hey, eyes up, kid. Focus on what's happening now."

"Yeah… that's good advice, thanks…" She smiled softly. The sound of shuffling feet eluded her.

"No, I mean, right now. The light turned."

She quickly looked up, noticing that the small crowd who was with her was already halfway across the street. "Ah! Thank you, sir!" she yelled as she sprinted off, running through the crowd and not stopping until she saw the large glass towers of the UA main building, which made her gasp softly when she saw them. "Focus on what's happening now."

Keidima slowed to a halt as she approached the front gates. Again gasping for breath, she didn't notice most of the students who went by. She leaned back up to crack her back, smiling despite her nervousness. Looking around, she saw a fair few other teenagers showing up to the building. "I'm not late! …That's a first." She giggled as she started walking towards the building, looking over briefly to watch a green-haired boy almost fall flat on his face only to be quickly saved by a girl with a gravity quirk. 

"He doesn't look like he got much sleep either… No! Focus! Like that weird guy said!"

She stood tall and walked forward to the entrance, almost bumping into a kid in front of her. 

"Hey, watch where you're… Keidima?" The girl in front of her turned, pushing pink hair out of her face with a pink hand. 

"Mina!"

The two of them hugged tightly, Mina Ashido rubbing Keidima's back. "Ohmygosh, how are you?" Mina asked.

"Guess!"

"Sleepy?"

Keidima giggled along with her as she nodded. "Golly, I haven't seen you for at least a few months!"

"I know!" Mina made a playful expression as she squeezed the other's arm. "I missed you a bunch. Oh! Did you see Kirishima? Apparently, he's applying too!"

"No way?? I hope I see him! I know he's gonna rock this exam!" She giggled at her joke, hiding her smile behind her hand.

"Oh, you're terrible!" Mina whined. "C'mon, let's get inside!" 

They both navigated to the orientation hall, where they got split up. Keidima took a seat as someone began announcing the rules of the exam. 

"That's Present Mic!" she heard a voice whisper behind her. "I listen to his radio show all the time!"

Keidima giggled a little at Mic's appearance and mannerisms, looking very dramatic as he gestured wildly, and then she yawned. "Oh no." That's when she realized she had forgotten her medication, her precious pills that kept her awake. She felt around in her pockets, hoping beyond hope that he had just an extra, but no luck. She was on her own, no medication, all on her own. "Shit… shit!!" She shrunk back into her seat as she realized the danger she was in. A despairing look came across her face as she put a hand to her head.

The second thing you need to know about Keidima Eivi is her quirk. Years ago, she had called it "Goodnight," despite the fact that it may have just been her saying 'goodnight' to the person asking the question. In either case, the name stuck. 

Her quirk gives her the ability to make anything enter a state of rest. When she focuses and activates her quirk, the people around her become very cuddly and sleepy. Within about a few minutes, most of them are out cold, snoozing blissfully for around an hour. If she could harness this power, it could be formidable, but as it was, it was pretty weak. In fact, it had one major drawback: she became sleepy too. Everytime she used her quirk, she got a little bit more tired, until eventually, she couldn't help but lay down and take a nap. Speaking of…

Keidima got a swift swat on the back of her head from the student sitting next to her, jolting her awake. "Jeez, I'm in worse shape than I thought…"

"What did I miss?" she whispered to the blonde boy next to her. He had a black lightning bolt streak in his hair.

"Dude was tellin' us that we need to take down robots, get points, yada yada. Just don't go after the big ones," he quickly whispered back, pointing at the screen.

"Thanks… for helping me stay awake."

"No worries, happens to me all the time."

A kid behind them hushed them both softly and she focused back up on the screen. 

Keidima stood outside the massive gates of her testing grounds. 

"Robots…?" she mumbled to herself. "I'm not even sure if my quirk works on robots…! What if it doesn't have any effect whatsoever?"

"Yeah, join the club," came a tired voice next to her. Keidima looked over and saw a boy with spiky purple hair and half-lidded eyes. "No, not tired. Bored. Or, at least trying to give that effect," she thought.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

He sighed and looked at her. "I bet you have a quirk that you're pretty proud of, yeah?"

"Well, yeah, kind of-"

"But it only works on humans, right?"

"As far as I know-"

He huffed. "Yeah. I know how you feel." Keidima could see a little bit of nervousness in his eyes. "He really wants into this course…"

She smiled wide, giving him a thumbs-up. "We're gonna do great! Those bots won't know what hit them!" The purple-haired boy huffed a little, his expression not changing, but Keidima could tell that he appreciated those words.

"ALRIGHT, GO! NO COUNTDOWNS IN REAL BATTLES!" blared the voice of Present Mic as the doors swung open.

Keidima's legs moved before she could think. As the rest of the participants ran forward on the main road, she turned and went down a side road, knowing she may have more luck if there weren't other people around. Or, maybe that's just what she told herself to avoid worrying about making anyone else collateral with her quirk. 

Her instincts led her down a narrow alleyway. From a distance, she could hear the whirring of gears, the clanking of metal, and the destructive capabilities of various quirks colliding with the test bots. "I gotta find some villain bots, or else I won't have a chance to test my quirk!"

Something smashed into a wall in front of her and a boy with spiky, ash-blonde hair made a villain bot blow up with his hands. "THAT'S TWENTY-FOUR!" he shouted, running off. "KEEP UP, YA DAMN EXTRAS!"

Keidima squeaked and ran down an alley, trying desperately to get away from any other participants. "Gotta find a bot, gotta find a bot!"

Suddenly, her wish came true as a two-point scorpion-looking robot jumped down in front of her, aiming its weapons at her.

"SHIT-!" she dodged out of the way as the car behind her was blasted to bits, landing on top of a dumpster. Keidima began activating her quirk, focusing on the bot as much as she could. A warm, tingling sensation shot down her arms and toward the villain bot. "I'm gonna die! It's not gonna work!"

The villain bot blasted again and Keidima narrowly avoided being reduced to pieces. She had nowhere to go but forward, and as she leapt forward, she landed right on the robot's body. Out of instinct, she pressed both of her hands on the cold metal of the robot, praying that something, anything will happen.

It took only a few moments for the villain bot to realize what had happened, and Keidima suddenly felt very weak as the bot's weapons pointed at her. Tears welled in her eyes as she begged her quirk, "Please, please, please-!!!" The weapons loaded.

However, they didn't get the chance to fire. Slowly, the robot sank down to the ground, the light leaving its eyes as it powered down.

"It… it worked. Holy friggin crap, it WORKED!" She sprang up and squealed, jumping up and down on the bot and flapping her hands happily. "I took down a bot!"

"FIIIIIVE MINUTES REMAINING!!!" came Present Mic's voice, echoing through the mock city.

"Dammit… Okay, no time to celebrate. I gotta find another bot before I run out of time-"

She was interrupted by a sudden crash. It sounded like something large. Like a moth to a flame, she ran to the source of the noise, coming out of the alley onto another street, seeing the same purple-haired boy from earlier, and in front of him was a large villain bot. 

The villain bot was a three-pointer. It walked on two legs and looked like it had rocket launchers on its back. 

"Who sent you?" the purple-haired boy shouted at the bot, backing away with a twinge of fear in his eyes. "What are you doing? Can't you hear me?" He was panicking!

Keidima yells, "Look out!" and dives at the boy, pushing him out of the way of an incoming blast from the villain bot. "Why are you asking the damn thing questions!"

"It's my quirk! I told you, it only works on people!"

"I thought mine did too! Keep it distracted, just don't get hit!" She jumped to her feet and ran at the bot recklessly.

"Are you insane? It'll kill you!"

"I'm not worried! I'll be a hero!" she shouted behind her. Keidima jumped onto the arm of the villain bot, and climbed up onto its neck, and pressed her hands on the sides of the bot's head. "Go to sleep, go to sleep!"

The massive bot swung around, sending Keidima flying into a fake nearby storefront through a window with a shriek. She jumped back up and felt something warm and wet dribbling down her back, soaking her shirt.

She growled with determination as she vaulted through the window again, jumping and wrapping her arms around the bot's leg. "How long has it been since I activated my quirk? Two minutes, I think. It's gotta start turning off soon!"

The villain robot kicked its leg at her a little, before realizing she wasn't a threat as it looked back up back up at the boy, aiming its launchers. In a moment, though, the bot visibly became uneasy, teetering on its legs before crumpling to the ground, powered down.

"YEHEHES!!!! WOO!!" Keidima jumped up and ran to the purple-haired boy, gripping him in a hug and spinning him around. "WE DID IT!!!"

The boy just looked at her with a lot of confusion on his face. "I didn't do anything-" he said as he pushed her off. "Just focus on the test." Then, he gasped and ran off in the opposite direction. Turning around, Keidima saw what it was: a zero-point bot. It towered over the arena, crushing buildings with ease. 

Keidima squeaked and ran after the boy. "It looks a lot larger than I expected!!!"

"Can't you use your quirk on it? Turn it off!"

"It's over 10 stories tall!! It would take me hours of non-stop focus to take it down!"

"TIIIIIME'S UUUUP!"

They both came to a stop and gulped in air as they looked behind them, the massive bot returning to its position. "Thank god…" the boy mumbled.

"Hey," she said, standing upright a little and looking at her fellow participant. "I never caught your name!" Keidima giggled as she began walking with the boy back to the doors.

"Never dropped it." He looked at her, his eyes a mix of appreciation and disdain. "Shinso. Hitoshi Shinso." 

Keidima smiled and gave him a pat on the shoulder. "Keidima Eivi! Pleasure to meet you!"

"I probably won't get into the hero course. I didn't get any points."

"That may be, but I think you were very brave! It's not your fault the test was biased against you."

"Well, that makes two of us."

Suddenly, Keidima sank to her knees, wincing with pain as she felt her back. Shards of glass had sliced massive cuts into her flesh, and the whole back of her shirt was soaked with blood. 

"Woah, that's really bad. Let's get you to the gates, hopefully there'll be a nurse or something." Shinso swung her arm around his shoulders, half-carrying her to the entrance of the arena.

They arrived at the gates, and Shinso gently set her down onto the pavement, rolling her shirt up to see how bad the wounds were. Keidima really didn't like the gasp he let out, and by that time, other students were gathering around. 

"Holy crap, how did that happen?" a bystander asked.

"Glass." Shinso looked at the other students. "Is there a nurse or something we can call? Does anyone here have a healing quirk?"

The students looked around, nobody coming forward. Then, the boy with the yellow hair that Keidima saw earlier came forward. "Yeah, there's a nurse. Her name's Recovery Girl. She should be here soon, one of the adults mentioned that she'll be going around to each of the arenas after the exam to make sure everyone's okay."

"So we just have to make sure Keidima's alright until she gets here."

Suddenly, a massive cry was heard bouncing through the mock city. The students parted, and two others came forward, dragging a third behind them. The girl they were holding had a completely broken leg - all bones shattered. 

"G-GUYS, I'M FINE, JUST- LET ME UP-" she thrashed around, punching at the students carrying her. They set her down next to Keidima and stood back. "I CAN DO JUST FINE ON MY OWN, I DON'T NEED-" 

"The girl's delirious… she's only going to hurt herself more with how much she's moving her leg."

"You're all… being ridiculous! My leg is fine, I'm fine! I don't need any- AHH-!!" The girl had tried getting up, and fallen backward with a cry when she moved her leg. "It's just, mind over matter!! I can- I can!"

Slowly, gently, Keidima extended her hand, grabbing hold of the girl's forearm and squeezing reassuringly. "Just relax, alright? You've been working hard and deserve a rest."

"W-what are you talking about! I can still fight you- In fact, I can fight all of you!"

Keidima activated her quirk, really focusing on the girl. 

"She must have so much adrenaline going through her body right now. That must be why she's acting so insouciant," a student around the circle said. 

"Then this is going to be difficult… C'mon, c'mon, just a little more strength…" Keidima yawned and could feel sleep quickly approaching.

"C'mon, who's first!" The girl tried standing again, only for the boy with the yellow hair to press her back down again. Keidima smiled appreciatively as she focused her quirk with all her strength. The wounds in her back felt like she had been stabbed with knives, and her head was spinning with the use of her quirk and the significant blood loss.

And finally, the girl yawned. Leaning back onto the concrete, her eyelids began to look droopy. 

"Yes, yes! That's it!" Keidima grinned widely and managed to stay awake long enough to watch the girl fall into a peaceful slumber before passing out herself. 

The third thing you need to know about Keidima Eivi is her complete anxiety with the wellbeing of others. She hated seeing other people in pain and will do anything in her power to make them feel better. She didn't care about justice, or the fame and glory that comes with being a hero. No, the only thing Keidima sought was to make as many people as possible happy, no matter the cost.  

"I'm sure you did your best, Bedhead," Jodonaki was braiding Keidima's hair on the couch, comforting her about the exam. 

"But the results should have come by now. Mina told me she had gotten accepted this morning."

Jodonaki put a hand on her shoulder. "Maybe it's taking longer for you!"

She sighed and rested her head against the cushion. "I only got five points. That's not nearly enough…"

"Would you like some tea?" Jodonaki asked.

"...Yeah… I would."

As Jodonaki got up, he saw what looked like a letter coming in through the door slot, landing with a soft thud on the carpet. He walked over and picked up the letter, letting out a large gasp when he saw a large "UA" printed on the front. In fact, the gasp was so large that he choked on his own spit and was sent to the floor in a coughing fit. 

Keidima began softly giggling at the sound, not getting up. "Just be sure not to get any spit in my tea, right, Jodo?"

"K-KEHEDIMA!" Jodonaki managed to cough out, making the girl freeze in place at his tone. "L-LEHE- (more coughing) LEHETTER!!"

Keidima jumped to her feet, running over to her brother, who was on the floor coughing up a lung. He weakly handed the letter up to her, then dug into his pocket and produced a small blue inhaler, which he greedily sucked on for air.

Keidima stood, trembling, and walked over to the couch. Sitting down, she carefully began opening the letter. Jodonaki sat down beside her, looking eagerly at the envelope. Finally, Keidima turned it over, and a round gray disk fell out, landing on Jodonaki's foot painfully. He was about to start cussing out the little disk and Keidima, but suddenly, the disk lit up as a hologram was projected into the room.

"BOOYAH! I AM HERE, AS A PROJECTION!"

Both of the teenagers in the room shrieked and jumped backward as All Might suddenly and loudly began talking at them. "W-why is he-!"

"Truth is, I didn't come to this city to fight villains. You are looking at the newest UA faculty member!"

The teens gasped and looked at each other in astonishment. 

"Apologies, I'll make this short. I have many other calls to make!" All Might cleared his throat. "Unfortunately, Miss Eivi, while you did pass the written test with flying colors, you only got five combat points in the practical exam, which isn't enough to pass. I'm sorry."

Keidima hung her head, sniffling softly. Jodonaki put his arm around her shoulder and held her close, holding his sister's head to his chest as she cried softly. "I knohohow… I trihihied…"

"And that's all that matters, sis, you did amazing! I know I couldn't have possibly done remotely that well!"

All Might spoke again. "Fortunately, there were other factors." Both teens looked up suddenly. "That is why I am here! You see, the practical exam was not graded on combat alone! We have rescue points! A panel of judges watches and awards heroic acts for not just fighting villains. Keidima Eivi! Forty rescue points!"

"WHAT???" Keidima fell forward off the couch, on her knees in front of the projected hero. "B-But that means-"

In a flash, Jodonaki was on the floor next to her. "Bedhead…!"

"You passed the exam, Miss Eivi." He turned and extended his hand toward the camera. "Welcome, Keidima. You have made it. You are now a part of the Hero Academia." The projection hung on his heroic face for a few more seconds before turning off.

Jodonaki squealed, picking up his sister in his arms and spinning her around. "BEDHEAD! YOU PASSED, YOU PASSED! YOU'RE A STUDENT OF UA!"

"C-cahareful, my back!" Keidima began crying again into Jodonaki's chest, clutching onto him like a koala. 

The coming months won't be easy, not by a long shot. But with her brother by her side, Keidima knew that she could tackle any problem that comes her way. 

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that's all for Chapter 1! I hope you're all as excited as I am to continue this story!!

Lemme read Chapter 2!

[marxthedumdum]

Imagine this: WERECAT STEVEN.

- He is based on the Maine Coon or Norwegian Forest cat breed. Or a Lykoi. Though probably Maine Coon. :) Or a lion. (Shrugs)

- His normal form is the same, his werecat form has the upper body (and tail) of an anthropomorphic Maine Coon cat! Only slightly taller. And scarier, because of the red eyes.

- ZOOMIES!! ZOOMIES EVERYWHERE!!!

- When he is grumpy, excited, or sad, his ears perk up.

- His hair connects and becomes fur. It's hard to tell where the mane ends and the cat body begins. Unless if you're Daisy, who grooms her husband on the regular (because she's a cat groomer. That's an actual job lol)

- Probably adopts a kid or adult (or both) from the street and turns them into a werecat or a catgirl. (Or cat beastman or cat demi-human lol)

- Meows whenever he wants attention. He baps and smites you if you mock his meows.

- I can imagine he roars. His roar is basically really loud and is a lion-like one, meaning a poor victim who hears it is gonna be too scared shitless to move, and it makes his job of smiting and/or turning his victim into a werecat/catgirl/cat demi-human/cat beastman MUCH easier!!

- Definitely turned Aria (Aerith), my OC (and possible secondary sona) into a werecat at some point.

- Daisy is probably a cat demi-human or cat beastman lol

- Swap!Daisy is probably a werecat who is based on the Lykoi. Swap!Steven is a cat demi-human/cat beastman who is an excellent knitter and gives her lots of sweaters and hugs and scarves and mittens and such just to keep wifey warm 💕💕💕

- MissingNo probably turned Steven into a werecat as part of the Ritual that brought Miki back....and now he seems to be some Alpha Werecat who can turn others into werecats or catgirls/catboys or cat demi-humans. (Or cat beastmen lol)

- Milkman Steven is SCARY AS FUCK as is, but imagine him, all covered in blood from murdering people, entering the house in werecat form, and stares down at Doorman Daisy!

"Babe. The baby wants milk."

Daisy looks behind her, and a sigh escapes from her lips.

"Steven, we don't have a child...unless you're talking about that werecat kitten you adopted the other day."

"No. I am talking about myself and my desire for milk-what do you think?!"

"...well, you're coming with me, regardless. We need to get her some tuna."

- Having a werecat husband is tough. Same with a werecat child he adopted (and probably turned into a werecat prior to adoption 😨). Imagine opening a can. And you see a cute tabby and a big black ball of fur. Both staring at you!

Also, he smited me and now I dunno if I'm a catgirl or a werecat or a cat demi-human lol here's a bonus picture

(lol, I don't know if I should make Aria their adopted child or their bio child or some kid/adult that Steven found and took in by force or by luring in with choccy milk lol)

i like to think that. missingno has a mind of its own and tries to mutate steven beyond recognition to drive him into Maximum Madness and fully possess him but eventually gave up when he and his wife keep being stubborn jackasses and then got kids (if we go by your oc/fan-child hc) :))) speaking of milkman steven, DOORWOMAN DAISY‼‼‼ steven casually snitching on other doppelgangers just to make daisys job easier,,, (whenever its stevens turn to req entry he starts becoming the Furball he is and scratches the window with pleading eyes until he gets in) sometimes steven will also get in the office w his wife and cuddles with her and the amount of weird faces the neighbors give them XD (daisy: me and the bitch i pulled by being autistic) to help steven with the money to make milk, some days daisy would work as the one killing the doppelgangers instead of detecting 'em since it pays her more than being a doorwoman...... and steven just. tags along. :3

[henrysglock]

Here's a snippet I'm writing. I feel like you would appreciate it lol. Featuring an adult catboy!Henry having to get a bath because he fell into a muddy ditch.

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He would also undoubtedly be getting coddling from almost every person in the building, as his yowling had been rife with ‘poor, unfortunate, innocent creature forced to experience The Horrors’ and not even Jane could resist that level of dolefulness.

Henry’s twin, Edward Creel, who hated his name with a vengeance and ‘would much prefer to be called Dee, thank you very much Jane’, would scoff at his behaviour and mock him, completely ignoring that, as a snow leopord-hybrid, he wouldn’t be feeling the cold water nearly as much as Henry would.

Or maybe he just liked riling up his younger brother (by one whole minute which was apparently a large gap in twin time). That seemed more likely, if Jane was honest with herself, seeing as Henry’s preferred mischief was filling water in empty milk cartons and then randomly swapping them in with the actual milk whenever his twin was over. And only then. He never did that when it was Alice visiting.

Henry and Edward pulling shit on each other like that is The most canon accurate thing to me sdjfhjksdhf like the way cat's bap each other or siblings push each other's faces into their birthday cakes

also Big Sad Wet Eyes Henry is so so real. He can pack a punch but most of the time he's soooo so pitiful.

also i offer henry with his pitiful little face staring at people like:

[chimetals]

Adding on from following this suggestion for my most recent adopts (it was BOGO cat adoption lol)--if you can reliably tell when a cat is getting annoyed/uncomfortable/freaked out and know how to react, look into "advanced handler only" kitties too.

Also, check the shelter's adoption stats beforehand if you can. My shelter's adoption rate + nearby specialty groups meant the physically quirky kitties were already scooped up, and older cats were finding homes reliably as well--the "hard to adopt" criteria in my area wasn't what I initially expected.

Now, I'm not gonna paint a false "they'll actually just immediately warm up!" picture for you on behavioral cats, but TL;DR if you're willing to take the worst flavor of their warning label and still love them, then you're either ready or you'll have a pleasant surprise.

I'll use my BOGO pair as an example:

Lahabrea--an absolute sap of a man--was younger than I had planned at a mere 8 months. But he was at the end of his kitten face, with a behavioral flag, and had already been there for almost a month--he'd be a rough-looking adopt after the year mark.

His warning sticker?

I will swat at you if you try to pet me, I need someone who will be patient with me since I am overwhelmed in this place. I have been here for a while due to my behavior, it will take time for me to decompress in a new environment

His was a comically false flag--this is 4 days after being loosed in the new cat room:

(yes, I mock him endlessly for "I will swat at you if you try to pet me")

Shelter stress was probably a factor, but really he was just an idiot that was fucking over his adoption odds.

What he actually was, was high energy/playful + "if I don't know what it is, I'm gonna smack to see what it does". I did toys & observation for a couple days before even trying to touch, but the biggest tipoff was curious behavior + swatting without claws: "bap-bap-bap owo what's this"

That's not to say he's a normal/friendly cat--the two times I've had friends drop by, he acted like they were gonna shave him bald. idk what his stranger warmup speed is, but "a couple hours of yapping" isn't it.

But he follows me around when he's not exploring or with his waifu, and has a loud engine that starts if I so much as look at him and cuts off for every "oh shit what was that noise" reaction.

Ironically, I thought he'd be the harder one to charm, but that award went to Athena--5 months older, at the same 4 day mark.

This is the first photo I took where you can actually see her, and not just a pair of eyes/silhouette in a dark hiding space:

That was after the mandated post-adoption vet visit, which was the same day I finally got a good look at her. Sure, I saw her in the shelter, but was too focused on how much she wanted to be invisible to really take a gander at her coat (tortie, actually, which took me weeks to realize).

Her warning label?

I was returned due to not acclimating to my new home, my new adopter will need to be patient with me. I like to hide, I don't mind pets but please go slow with me. I am mostly fearful and avoidant.

I figured she was like a kitty I grew up with, who constantly had to be extracted from under beds/dressers, but as soon as she was caught? your arms would get tired before she got tired of being held. Extreme Lap Cat.

Nope. Noooooope. I named her after a savage raid boss and she was savage raid difficulty. Dead Dove Do Not Eat label. Never seen a cat pretend to not exist while in plain sight before.

("Unfortunately" for her, I expected a challenge, and from day 1 it was "tough shit but I'm not returning you, you live here now")

So it was a couple weeks of blocking off the dressers ("for real this time"), two months of bribes and tempting with toys, a lot of pretending-to-not-see-her, fake yawning, squinting, etc...

....before she started regularly accepting pets--at arm's length in a yoga stretch over the bed--at the 3 month mark.

Even then, it was a strange false-pearl-clutching act of "oh I can do naught but stand and wait while my back is being scritched, woe is me!" and pretending not to see me, so I could "sneak up" on her. Except she never went to a hiding spot, just relocated ~3 feet and a similar distance away.

She's probably the weirdest, most neurotic cat I've known--and that's including my dad's batshit-dominant, takes-after-his-feral-mother tuxedo cat.

And yet here she is, six months after adoption--a comfortable forearm's length, no relocation hijinks, ENJOYING scritches:

Will she let me pet her outside that room? No--not yet. But she'll clutch her pearls all the way back to her room and then let me touch with no issues.

But all that challenge she brought with her? For someone unprepared, that might've turned into adoption regret--and that just reinforces my decision to take her home.

Also she's a riot with her play/hunting--idk if she's got some vision/hearing/neural impairment or just Orange Brain Cell, but she's half-coordinated, with butt wiggles & "does it make more sense at a 45 degree angle???"

And she makes faces like

(not pictured: feather toy on string)

Anyway, that was longer than planned, but that's how much I love my dumb behavioral not-initially-bonded pair.

Additional cat tax for length:

This was meant to be a quick warm up, but it turned into a comic that I’ve wanted to draw for a while. This is something that is extremely important to me, and I appreciate it if you read it.

A while ago, I heard a story that broke my heart. A family went a cat shelter to adopt. The daughter fell in love with a 3-legged cat. The father straight up said “absolutely not”. Because he was missing a leg. That cat was that close to having a family that loved him, but the missing leg held him back. Why?!

Many people have the initial instinct of “nope” when they see an imperfect animal. I get it, but less-adoptable does NOT mean less loveable. 9 out of 10 people will choose a kitten over an adult cat. And those 10% that would get an adult cat often overlook “different” animals.

All I want people to do is be open to the idea of having a “different” pet in their lives. Choose the pet that you fall in love with, but at least give all of them a fair shot at winning your heart.

Don’t dismiss them, they deserve a loving home just as much as any other cat. They still purr, they still love a warm lap, they still play, they still love you. Trust me, next time you are in the market for a new kitty, just go over to that one cat that’s missing an eye and see what he’s all about!

[bapofficial]

#BAPNetColourChallenge: vert/green

day 3: harmony

mock-up [5/?] magazine interview with B.A.P:

“I’m happy about being able to promote together after a long time. Standing on stage is our true selves so being able to stand there as six makes me happy.” - Bang Yongguk (x)   

[nemeseos-noctua]

Hi! I'd like to request for Albedo Xiao and Venti if you don't mind 👉👈 how would they react to have an S/O that has defected eyes? An idea would look like this https://domino-doodles.tumblr.com/post/174155841092 (pls tell me if the link works I can always show you a pic, just wanted to credit the artist) they normally hide it, but their relationship got to the point they finally had the courage to show them

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: albedo, xiao, venti (separate) x gn!reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: not proofread

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: for those wondering what the link is: it’s basically a picture of someone with multiple eyes below a single eye? like, just multiple eyes. ye. IDK WHAT TO SAY LMFAO that what it is!!

he’d be very interested!

when you told him how you’re insecure about it, albedo would be very logical. all he has to respond is with a “i think it’s quite beautiful, actually”

because—it is! it’s like how sirens’ voices are enchanting, or like how unicorns are alluring

though many may think otherwise, albedo, with all of his heart, thinks that your eyes are incredible. he’ll definitely ask you a lot of questions about them, like how did you hide them for so long? does your family have the same eyes? were you born with these many eyes?

if you’re not comfortable with such questions, albedo totally understands! he himself may be considered ‘strange’ by the majority, so he knows what it’s like to keep secrets for the sake of—well, keeping them

though he is very intrigued. his mind is an endless pool of questions, an endless desire of wanting to know the unknown. so if you allow him to do so, he’d like to learn and study more about your eyes

if anyone dares to insult your eyes—albedo would glare at them. seriously, he’s usually very peaceful, but this?! nah g, square up!

but sucrose and timaeus are also very interested in your eyes! sucrose definitely hypes you up about how beautiful they are!! since you’re surrounded by genius minds, it’s no wonder they take an interest in your ‘defected’ eyes

conclusion: albedo really likes your eyes a lot and would study them if you allow it

he’s used to it

no, seriously. xiao has lived for so long and has seen so many immortals that your appearance does not faze him a single bit

though, he’d be kind of confused as to why you hid it for so long. was it him? did he make you feel that way? 

once you clear it up that everyone found it weird, xiao is ready to pull out his spear! haha, what were their names? 

anyways. he’s not shocked at all. in fact, he’ll be a bit hopeful. he’ll ask you whether you’re actually immortal or not

the disappointment and sadness he feels when you shake your head and just tell him it’s ‘defected’

oh, that’s another thing that makes him confused/irritated. you calling your eyes ‘defected’. if anything, he thinks they’re gifted! they’re beautiful, stunning, gorgeous.

anyways! xiao isn’t surprised at all. though, if anyone makes fun of your eyes—it’s on SIGHT. BAP BAP BAP

venti thinks your eyes look very cool!

like. wow. you look so attractive. omg. marry him.

he truly does think your eyes are enticing, though! he’s just, never seen someone like you? never before? (its cuz he’s been asleep for a thousand years WBK!!!)

will brag about your eyes while drunk. u can’t escape it.

“YEAH? YOU THINK YOUR S/O IS NICE? WELL MINE HAS BEAUTIFUL EYES! MULTIPLE EYES! NO, WAIT. I MEANT LIKE FIVE EYES! I KNOW EVERYONE HAS TWO EYES!”

yeah, please drag him out before diluc sends him flying out 

but in all honesty, venti doesn’t mind! you’re, you. and if you have multiple eyes—so be it!  he’d say he could stare into ur eyes for ages but clearly he can’t cuz he doesn’t have enough eyes 😅

but if anyone dares to mock your eyes in front of him? haha. haha. haha. haha. haha. 

“DVALIN!!!” - idk, venti, probably

“no” - dvalin

“fine. i’ll do it myself.” - venti

it was extra windy that day 💖... 

- constellations!

[dwarf-vader-of-middle-earth]

Ok so here's some insider info. I worked for Five Below before the pandemic, and just into it becoming "Five Beyond" (ironically based on the appearance, I'm pretty sure it's this exact one).

Five Below is good for candy, and things you need in a pinch. But that's literally all. DO NOT EXPECT YOUR ITEMS FROM THIS STORE TO LAST MORE THAN A DAY OR TWO!!!!

Do not shop at this place for any reason unless you truly absolutely have to!!!! The chargers and phone cases break within an hour of purchase oftentimes, the headphones and earbuds outright just don't work more often than they do, the collectibles they get are the ones that other stores can't sell and Five Below tries to get a bang for their buck selling those 2 variants of a blind box and nothing else.

The customers... I'm going to give it to you guys straight. The customers were the fucking WORST here out of any job I've ever worked in my life. They came in just to pick up a ton of items they didn't want, and throw them in places they didn't belong, then walked out without buying a damn thing. If they made it to the register, they'd always come up and leave behind over half their cart saying they didn't want this or that or... anything but this one item.

I had a family come in once, and their little son gently bapped his head on the pole in the center of the store, which held up the entire ceiling. His parents came to my boss and started DEMANDING to file a lawsuit, and get that pole removed at once because her kid was concussed.

I was asked to go collect carts one day, and as I did just that, a couple pulled into the spot in front of me, rushed out of their car, and began screaming at me that I'd hit their car with the cart I was grabbing. They threatened to call the police, and pointed out a spot on the car where they claimed there was a dent and a scratch, but I have beyond 20/20 vision according to multiple eye doctors who have tested me over the years, to the point my vision has been compared to that of robots. There were no scratches or dents whatsoever on that car.

Half the people who come into Five Below are high off their asses, and mock the coworkers, shout on the phone, and so on.

One dude came into the store to do a return, and he appeared to have a mental disability of some sort. I'd know, I'm autistic myself and selectively mute. But the moment he was done, the dude got outside and called his wife, perking up like nothing ever happened at all, and said he'd scammed the store into doing a return, communicating completely neurotypically and behaving as such the entire time as well. He literally faked disability to try throwing us workers off by changing his story twenty times on how the item broke and he lost the receipt, just for us to cave and give him his money back.

There were people who would come to us with things from 2 years ago that just broke today, and demanded their money back.

But in general, this corporation sucks as a whole. They destroy a TON of product just because it's out of season. My boss had me literally take a knife to over 100 dresses and blouses one shift for this exact reason. She did the same to many tee shirts and pants throughout our time working there.

Five Below REFUSES to give raises to any employees. If you work there, and you've been there for several years, you're still getting paid as much as that person who just got hired yesterday. Managers barely make any more than that. It doesn't matter how many years pass with you employed, the only reason you'll get paid more is if your state's minimum wage goes up, therefore requiring the company to pay more.

Corporate does random walk-ins without warning constantly. And I mean like multiple times a week. The people disguise themselves as customers, and check out the stock to see if it's immaculate, the workers to see if they're sticking to the script of let go and have fun, and that they're saying something like "Have a fun day!" after every customer leaves. Because this is so common, customers often come by and say they're part of corporate, and they demand something unreasonable, but no workers can tell if they're legit or not, so they learn to become wary of official corporate in general.

Overall, Five Below is shit in every way. It's good for if you're traveling and need something right away to last you the ride home. But that's it. They're unethical, the frequent customers are no better, and the resellers who buy items in bulk just hock up the prices online for people in other countries outside the USA with good-looking products that are actually shit quality in all possible ways. Do NOT buy from Five Below, do not work for them, do not buy from resellers.

[ludwigplayingthetrombone]

The final chapter is here! Chapter 9!! I may do an epilogue later, but this is it for now! Enjoy! After 4 years of planning, it’s finally done. tw for blood in one panel flashback to the reaper fight

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Ang: Everything looks good on the scans. The incisions have healed almost completely. You can continue bed rest in your room. Hanzo: Thank-you again. Bap: You have noticed too. Ang: I hope some semblance  of his old routine helps.

Lucio: Hey, Hanzo! Han: Greetings. Satya: Good to see you walking around. Han: Thank-you, satya. Echo: You look well, Hanzo! Han: Thanks.

Han: My gear? His-

Han: Cleaned. The bullet holes are patched?

Han: Hanzo. jess: McCree. Nice to finally meet you

Jess: God FUCKIN’-

Jess: For the last time, Torb-

Jess: Hanzo! Han: Did I wake you? Jess: N-No! It’s ok. What’s the matter? Han: May I come in? Jess: See you’re walkin’ better. Han: You were gone for awhile. Was the mission- Jess: Just say what you want, Hanzo

Jess: h-WHAT? Han: Would you join me for dinner? I wish to speak with you.

Jess: UM- yeah! sure- uh! lemme get decent first. Where we goin’? I don’t have any good shirts here. Han: Whatever you have will be fine. [quiet] you look good.

Han: Come. Jess: Ah. wait, can I brush my teeth real quick? Han: Of course. Jess: They made this lighthouse into a restaurant? Han: I’ve eaten here with satya. It’s very good.

Han: We don’t have to worry about surveillance here. Jess: Always impressed with a man packin’ jammers in his pants. Han: I wanted to say I’m sorry for lashing out at you. I reacted with panic at the prospect of your confession.

Han: I felt... Jess: You looked scared, Han. I could see it on your face. I understood. Han: I want to make it clear. I am not mad. Nor was I trying to mock your feelings.

Han: Despite knowing how capable you are, I genuinely fear for your safety if you should be associated with me romantically. My family they...... Thought few remain, they want nothing more than for me to suffer. I never want you in the crossfire of my sins. And now Talon wants... Despite every instinct telling me this is not the wisest decision, you’ve laid yourself bare. And I still adore you.

Jess: You do? Of course, How could anyone not? Gracias. Jess: I’m scared too if i’m bein’ honest. Han: You now believe this to be a bad idea? Jess: Absolutely not.But it aint gonna be easy. I know that. Han: Then I will go to bat for you. Because I do want this.

Han: If you will still have me.Jess: Yeah? Han: Yeah. Your companionship means so much to me, McCree. I thought I could be satisfied with our partnership, but I’ve craved more. Jess: I’ll drink to drunk Hanzo then. Han: Is that truly how i hurt my head?

Jess: Yup. Tripped and fell on your bedpost. Fell right into my arms pretty conveniently. You sure this wasn’t planned? Han: [chuckles] Nothing is ever planned, I’m just a disaster.

Jess: What did I miss on base? Need a report.  Han: Dae-hyun spilled his energy drink on tracer, so that was pandemonium. Jess: I miss all the good shit. So what was it? My charmin’ smile? My quick wit? My rugged good looks?

Jess: My ass? Han: phbt! It was a mutual understanding based on similar lifestyles, your integrity to yourself and your allies, and admiration for your skills... But your ass certainly made it easier.

Jess: The ass always reels ‘em in! Han: Well, you present it so well! JEss: Thanks for taking me out tonight, Han. Thanks for always bein’ there for me. ‘Specially now. Mean alot y’know. You going outta your way to do all this for... we....me.

Han: I am only doing what you deserve. You can come to me for anything. I would do anything for you, McCree. Jess: You can call me Jesse, y’know. Cat’s outta the bag now. Han: If that’s what you prefer, Jesse.

Jess: If I was you, this would be a great time to kiss me. Or do i have to get you sloshed again? Han:Tsk. Must I do every-

[exhale] Jess internally: Here I thought i fucked up. Was terrified I’d ruined the one good thing that’s come my way in years

Spent the past week tryin’ to figure out how to get over him. But we’re still here. And we still care for each other... Still get to drink with him, laugh with him, and cry with him.

Jess: Have I mentioned I’m lonely? Han: [WHEEZE] [snort] Jesse Jess: See, now you’re laughin’ at me.

 Jess: You wake me up, barge into my room, rip off your pants, ask me on a date when i’m standin’ half naked, and now you /laugh/ about kissin’ the life outta me! I see how it is! Han: I jusr wasn’t expecting that /strong/ a reaction. [Even after everything]

[i Don’t have to lose my best friend.]

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