#I can’t let this masterpiece die alone

[loseourmindstogether]

Please…watch Wolf’s Rain…

[aaagustd]

maid for you | min yoongi

title: maid for you

pairing: painter/vamp!yoongi x maid/vamp!(f)reader

genre/rating: smut, supernatural, 18+

summary: you can’t deny it; you’re f*cked. 

wc: 1.6k

warnings: mentions bl**d and m*rder, bl**d consumption, pet names, f*ngering, squ*rting, teasing, begging, swearing, errors maybe because i didn't look over this, let me know if i missed something

release date: march 10th, 2024; 12:09am est

note: so i was watching death’s game and got a little inspired lol. i’ve been trying to dabble in writing vampire fics so this might be a little cringe. anyway happy birthday to the loml. i’m still writing like 3 other fics for him this month, but until then… you all enjoy. divider by cafekitune.

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“Son of a bitch.”

You nearly slip and fall right on your ass when you enter the studio. Once again, he’s brought home some innocent sack of flesh and carved them into a masterpiece. 

The fear still lingers in the scent of the scarlet liquid smeared across the floor. You push your own impulses to the back of your mind as you begin to clean up Yoongi’s mess like the “loyal” servant you are.

Not like you have a choice; it’s either this—or death.

Unlike the other creatures who have survived for eons in this world, your thirst for human blood has never been fulfilled. Though it calls your name as you drag the heavy mop across the porcelain tile, you can’t imagine indulging when you’re surrounded by humans everyday outside of this place.

You still have to live the life of someone who isn’t a freak. You aren’t some legacy put here to extend bloodlines. You’re just the product of a drunken night between strangers whose life should have ended in your twenties.

You’re just the one who didn’t die.

Every second you spend in this room makes you want to leave and never come back, but you know it is impossible. You made a deal with the devil for your life; there is no backing out.

After an hour or so, the room is spotless again. 

As you’re cleaning the last section of the floor, you notice some of Yoongi’s artwork on the wall. Your face contorts into a grimace, knowing that there are people out there purchasing these. Somebody’s family member’s bodily fluids is splashed onto a canvas and is hanging on display in some billionaire’s home. It makes you angry knowing that it should have been you. 

“Fucking asshole… I’m not cleaning this shit up anymore—Oh!”

You bump into something hard while you’re walking backwards. Thinking you’ve hit a wall, you don’t expect to see anyone when you turn around. 

“Oh, you aren’t?”

Yoongi just stands there, watching you scramble for words.

“I-I didn’t know you were here. I…That was—”

“Save it,” he interrupts.

Once you are silenced, you lower your head. You feel a bit of shame burning in your cheeks, but it’s the least of your worries if he heard everything you’ve been saying while you thought you were alone.

“How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough to snap your neck if I felt like it.”

Shit. What the hell were you thinking? 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean any of that.”

“Don’t lie,” he snaps. 

He takes a step forward, and you take one back. You try to keep a safe distance between you as if you have a chance to escape. He’d catch you before you could leave the room.

“You’re an ungrateful little bitch, you know that?”

Unfortunately, you don’t know the room as well as you thought you did because your lower back hits a table, leaving you with nowhere else to go.

“I was just venting. Tell me you aren’t that old!”

He approaches you with his arms folded, leaving only a few inches to spare. 

“Baby, you won’t live to see this age,” he boasts. “You don’t even feed yourself properly.”

“Who cares?”

He dips his fingers in a tiny drop of blood next to his tools. You scold yourself for missing something in plain sight, but you have to admit that your mind has been a little fuzzy lately.

“I used to care… But since you don't, why should I?”

You turn away when he tries to touch you with his crimson painted fingertip. The smell makes your nostrils flare, but you continue to fight the temptation. When you don’t accept his bloody digit, he places it on his tongue and savors the salty liquid coating his skin.

“Fuck you.”

“Point proven,” he concludes.

You still won’t look at him, but that doesn’t stop Yoongi from staring directly at you, observing reactions. “If you hate it so bad, why don’t you just end it?”

“It’s not that simple.”

“Why not?”

The couple of inches that stood between you are now gone as he steps closer. He’s so close that you’re afraid he’ll hear your thoughts if you aren’t careful. 

“What are you afraid of?... Going to hell?”

You scoff. “This is hell.”

Suddenly, he grabs your face, forcing you to look into his dark orbs. You remember them being just as hypnotizing when you met him; if only you’d known them what you know now. You would have ran in the opposite direction.

“But you love it here. Don’t you?”

You aren’t sure if your body craves his attention, or if you’re just desperate to feel something—anything to feel the emptiness inside of you.

“I do,” you utter. “Why can’t I hate you?”

Yoongi leans in, his soft lips gently grazing yours to see if you’ll flinch. You don’t move an inch, and his smirk begins to spread across his face.

“Because you want me just as bad as I want you.”

You’re still within his grasp, but too drunk with what seems like lust to pull away. You don’t want to. Every part of you wants to be his; only he understands the type of hunger you’re experiencing.

He’s the only one who’s capable of satisfying your appetite. 

“All you have to do is admit it.”

His cold touch makes you weak in your knees. You have to grip his biceps when you suddenly lose your balance, and with quickness he releases his hold and wraps an arm around your waist.

“I’m waiting,” he reminds you, and you don’t hesitate to give him your response.

“Please, just touch me.”

When you kiss him, he’s the one who melts in your arms. You hold him tightly as both of you stand there kissing and tugging at each other’s clothes. Your lips smack as they crash together, causing a sound that resonates through the room. 

You feel Yoongi’s cold hand move underneath your dress, slowly making its way to your underwear. A moan escapes your swollen lips when he finds your center, exposing your eagerness to feel him inside of you.

“Damn,” he whispers, discovering that you’re already dripping. 

His fingers tease your entrance, making you squirm with need. You beg him for more, and he doesn’t deny you.

“Please.”

“I got you,” he assures.

Your body shudders as two of his digits slip into your pussy. You can barely hold yourself because the intrusion is so overwhelming.

“Fuck, Yoongi.”

“Good?”

“Mhm.”

His thumb caresses your throbbing clit, causing more of your wetness to drip down your thighs. Your hips move in a circular motion, silently begging Yoongi for more.

It is then that he slowly begins to fuck you with his fingers, burying them up to the knuckles in your heat. You grip the table as he speeds up, knowing it won’t take much to get you off. 

Yoongi attacks your neck with his fangs; biting gently into your flesh and moaning from the taste of you.

“Feels so good,” you pant into his ear.

He curves his fingers while they’re deep inside your core, and targets your most sensitive areas. The pads of his digits rub against the rough patch of your walls with precision, and within seconds your juices are gushing everywhere.

“Shit, I’m going to cum…”

You cry out in pleasure, holding onto Yoongi with all your might as your body trembles and shakes. 

Yoongi keeps going, admiring the waterfall flowing from underneath your dress. Your eyes roll back, drool forming at the corners of your lips as you babble and whine from sensitivity. 

“Look who’s making a mess now,” Yoongi teases.

You can’t even feel embarrassed because your body is still coming down from its peak. You’re weak, too spent to defend yourself. You aren’t even sure what you’d say. What could you say?

There’s a puddle where you stand.

When Yoongi finally removes his fingers, he leaves you empty and still wanting more. Your head rests on his chest as you regain your strength.

“I didn’t kill you, did I?”

You laugh. “No.”

After the high wears off, you’re left drowning in your thoughts. They’re all over the place, but you’re certain about one thing. You’re far from satisfied, but you aren’t sure what it is that you want.

“I guess you’re leaving now,” Yoongi says, breaking the silence.

You clear your throat, thinking before you speak so your answer isn’t driven by lust. You know once you step into this world, there’s no going back. The only question on your mind is, what’s really waiting for you outside of here?

“I don’t have to.”

“Hm, is that right?”

Yoongi pulls away so he can look into your restless eyes. He can probably see the internal war going on inside of you from where he stands. You’re long past what’s right and what’s wrong. It makes no sense to keep denying the truth when it’s right in your face.

“This is driving me crazy.”

“Oh, really?” he quizzes. “...Or maybe you can’t get enough of me now?”

“A little bit of both, honestly.”

“I just don’t want you to think you don’t have any options.”

You nod. “You think I’m afraid of you?”

“Are you?”

“A little, but I’m still curious,” you answer truthfully. “What’s the worst that can happen? You turn me into a painting?”

“I might.”

You smirk. “That’s hot.”

“You haven’t seen anything yet, sweetheart. We should go for a ride.”

“I’d like that.”

The look he gives you could undress a nun. Hell, you struggle to keep your panties on after he winks. You smile as he kisses your forehead and your cheek before he whispers in your ear.

“Good. Now clean up my fucking floor, and meet me downstairs.”

[mayhemscorner]

Middle of the night

Gaara x F!reader

(Seeing as Gaara and Itachi already have a strong lead in the poll, I will be releasing this fluffy one shot early as I have a few Gaara fics on standby that I wasn’t ready to post. Itachi will also be dropping within the week)

Summary: two insomniacs in love. Gaara watches reader at night when she returns from missions. Reader gets home late to finally catch him, FLUFF

The sand village was always near silent when I returned. The dark sky cascaded against the twirling sand in the wind, creating sparkling masterpieces under the street lights. It was peaceful, serene even. After being away so long in the leaf village to help proctor the chunin exams, it was bittersweet to admit I had missed the sand sneaking its way between my toes when I walk. Or how it would always find its way in to my hair just to be washed down the drain in the shower. 

“You’re going to miss your stop if you keep day dreaming, Y/N… And I thought Shikamaru was bad.” Temari chides, bumping me in the direction of my door. I can’t help but smirk when turning slowly to her,” I just missed the sand.”

“Sure. Say that to me again during the next sand storm.” Temari grimaces, already shaking light brown speckles from her shoulder. 

“You just want an excuse to go back to the leaf and see Shikamaru.” I arch my brows as I watch the tint of red creep like a vine up her neck and her failure to turn away in time,” as if. His intelligence hardly makes up for his lack of motivation... Don’t even get me started on how he thinks everything is a drag.”

Temari crosses her arms and hops down from the stone doorstep,” besides, I don’t have time for anymore men. I already have to make sure my siblings didn’t burn anything down or die of starvation. Such a drag.”

“Ha! You’re even starting to sound like him. Admit it, you’re in love.” I gasp almost a little toodramatically at her turned back, causing her to stop in her tracks as the anger bites in her words,” goodnight Y/N.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow Temari.” I finally give in, turning to unlock my weathered door and mumble a slight victory,” she didn’t deny it.”

My little apartment was dull from my time away. Empty and dark except the golden sand pooled into little masterpieces at the door from blowing through the slight crack, leaving its unique mark and greeting me back home. Taking my time to light the candles to avoid turning on the lights and brew some tea, I lose track of time. Finally I find myself draping across the couch, glancing at the clock on the wall saying it’s almost two in the morning, but my mind and body say it’s barely noon. After cleaning up and getting my training clothes washed, I finally trudge up to the bedroom to convince myself I’m tired. 

“I could’ve swore I closed all the windows before we left.” I mumble to myself skeptically, deciding ultimately to leave it open and let in the cool breeze for the night. Early spring drafts were heavenly, but they came and went too fast before the desert heat of summer dragged in. As I lay down in bed, I can’t help but face towards the window, watching the moon peacefully laze around in the sky and the clouds drifting slowly. After several moments, the soft wisps of sand dancing against the window frame catches my attention. The breeze was low, not even enough to pick more than a few grains of sand up, let alone strands. My feet carry themselves to the window in a sleep drunk stupor, then my body moves on its own to climb in to the frame, looking around. If anyone were to break in, they would’ve used the easy route of the balcony door, literally two feet from the window. I finally turn to look on the balcony, seeing the all knowing flash of vermillion, trying hard to conceal themself against the shadows on the wall.

“For Kazekage, you’re horrible at hiding yourself.” I yawn, jumping the distance from the window to the balcony railing, perching myself in perfect view of the moon and letting my feet dangle in the open air.

“I just wanted to be sure the two of you made it home safely.” Gaara mutters out, taking his time to walk up and slouch his arms over the railing next to me.

“Gaara, Temari and I have been back for hours. What are you really doing outside of my house in the middle of the night?” I ask, draping a hand on to the top of his head. He careens into the touch, his whole body following the inward tilt of his head at the feeling,” I wanted to make sure you got to sleep alright.”

I can’t help but chuckle, caressing my fingers through his locks as he sighs peacefully,” do you do that for all the sand shinobi returning home?”

“Only you.” He admits sheepishly, finally allowing his head to drop in my lap and his arm to wrap over my legs in exhaustion. 

“I’m not sure if I should be flattered or concerned for my safety.” I huff out jokingly before continuing,” seems like you do it an awful lot Lord Gaara.” 

“Y/N. I believe we’re at a level of friendship where you can drop the Lord. And you aren’t the most attuned with sleeping normally.” Gaara sighs out, burrowing his head deeper against my legs in comfort. My other hand dances lazy circles against his tensed back, instantly relaxing his posture and causing a sigh of relief. 

“I think you’re the last person who should be scolding me on my sleep schedule. I also thought we were at the level of friendship where you use my front door instead of stalking me from my own balcony.” I say in answer, feeling as his body tenses again.

“That’s not- I was only- I didn’t want to bother you.” Gaara stumbles out, shooting up quickly to defend himself as he fumbles backwards and lands against the balcony floor. He slopes his arms over his legs, curling in on himself in defeat and embarrassment. A yawn sneaks it’s way out as I push his legs down and take my turn to rest my head in his lap,” I was only joking y’know? I don’t mind. It gives me a sense of safety, honestly.”

His arms curl around my frame, pulling me upwards in to a tight and what felt like a much needed hug, head nuzzling comfortingly in the crook of my neck and his arms refusing to let go.  I melt around him, giving in to the needy touch, letting our inner children heal with every second of embrace that we both were robbed of for so long. 

“I can’t bring myself to rest when I can’t feel your presence in the village. It’s as if you keep my demons at bay. I can’t help but to make sure you get to sleep every night before I can finally rest myself.” He whispers, wavering tears present in his shaky voice. His words make it seem like I was gone for years and not days, and in his touch, it was starting to feel that way. Our closeness had come on suddenly after last summer. Kankuro had pestered Temari on not having friends so much that I was the unlucky stranger she dragged home for dinner after training. Awkward dinner conversations revealed trauma within one night, we all realized our similarities in not having stand up parents, but persevere regardless. 

“Y/N?” Gaara asks quietly, shaking me lightly to make sure I’m still conscious,”hmm?”

I can only manage to mumble against his tight grip even if I am fully awake.

“Do you feel any sort of affection towards me?” He continues shyly. I weakly attempt to catch the laugh that bubbles up my throat,” if I didn’t, we wouldn’t be here right now, Gaara. I wouldn’t subject myself to you and your siblings at one dinner table at the same time. The question is, do you like me… or do you find comfort in me?”

“Is it selfish of me to say both?” He questions, raking a hand gently through my hair. I shake my head softly,” as long as you come to bed with me, I might forgive you for keeping me up so late.”

Without another word, he lifts us both effortlessly from the patio floor and ushers us through the door. His gourd clanks against the door as he tries to shut it, causing him to wince slightly. He never once lets go of me, even wrestling with the bedding. Even when he slides the gourd off his back, and shuts off the light. Gaara is stiff as a board beside me, causing me to climb on top and rest on his chest, listening to his frantic heart beat slowly become steady,” let’s get what sleep we can before your sister busts down my door in the morning.”

“If I had to stay awake for eternity to usher the moon and sun across the sky, just to make sure you slept and lived peacefully, I would without question. A night without sleep is nothing new to me, neither is my own sisters temper.” Gaara speaks lowly, finally relaxing. His arms find their way around me once again, resuming the grip that felt as if he let me go, I’d blow away as easily as a piece of paper. I lazily lift my head to place a chaste kiss to his lips that’s broken by another ebbing yawn,” you’re sweet… but you can speak poetically in the morning, after we’ve both woken up.”

My tiredness finally overcomes my strength, drooping further down and giving in to the clenching hands of sleep as his chest becomes a rhythmic melody to ensure my rest was peaceful. 

Sleep was never the problem. It was the disorientation and grogginess of waking up that bothered me, the crashing reality of all of life’s regrets hitting all at once as the sun burns your eyes and the heat drys your throat. This morning was different. My mind was alert with full clarity, a glass of water also sat waiting for me. Then the anxiety of the thought of oversleeping hits. My body spasms, shooting upwards in a panic to reach the dresser before Temari has the chance to reach for the spare key in the cactus pot by the door. My heart clenches as the arms that subdue my panicking body snake around my torso, stopping the race against the clock. Red hair brushes against my shoulder as Gaara rests his head against me in a groggy yet, still alert haze,” Y/N, take a moment to look at the time. Temari won’t even be up for another hour.”

My fingers wrap around his own that rest just above my naval in a protective embrace, breathing deeply before sighing,” force of habit.”

“I guess we both have habits to break.” He yawns, squeezing tighter. 

“Maybe that’s something we can do together?” I question, leaning my head back to rest in to him.

“I wouldn’t dream of doing it any other way.” He answers in a whisper, broken by the familiar scuff of a foot against the window frame.

“It’s not usual for you to leave a window open for anyone to sneak in, i thought you were trained better than that. I noticed it last night and hoped it would be open for a rude awakening.” Temari chides, looking at the empty bed, most likely assuming I’d still be asleep. Gaara doesn’t release me, only turning us so he can face his sister,” and here I thought we agreed as a family, it was best not invade others privacy, Temari.” 

“Please, I hope you know the open window wasn’t the only thing I noticed last night. You truly are awful at camouflaging yourself for someone that’s supposed to be Kazekage.” Temari scoffs back, dropping effortlessly from the window sill to saunter smugly over before glaring at me and continuing,” and you give me shit about Shikamaru.”

“S-Shikamaru?” Gaara asks in disbelief as Temari shrinks in embarrassment,” as if! I have full grown adult brothers to worry about who still think they have to sneak out of the house to go anywhere, let alone creepily wait on a poor girls balcony to watch them sleep!”

“Shikamaru?” Gaara says again, finally releasing me as Temari turns so red, the sunset would be jealous of her new hue. He slowly stalks towards her, sliding his gourd on to his back as she clumsily retraces her steps back to the window in horror,” Gaara, let’s calm down here. We’re obviously both at a misunderstanding here. We’re adults now. We can talk this out.” 

Her leg stretches for the window, not wasting a second to clamber out and jump for the nearest roof as Gaara quickly follows,” Temari!” 

“Adults…Still kids if you ask me.” I yawn, diving ungracefully back for the bed, knowing I’d lucked out in not having to train today. They’d be chasing each other around the village for hours. Or so I’d thought, until a brief guest of wind signals one of them dropping back through the window. Gaara hastily plants a kiss against my forehead and huffs,” family dinner same time as usual tonight.”

“Got it.” I mutter, tossing a pillow at him as he quickly reaches for the window once again as i giggle to myself, enjoying the moment.

Life isn’t about happiness, it’s about finding the happiness in mutual struggles and awkward situations with others. It’s about finding peace in something that was once deemed hateful and soulless. It’s about creating a future in something you’d never thought had a chance. It’s about coming to peace with the demons you no longer fight alone in the middle of the night. 

Most of all, it’s about enjoying siblings that chase each other across a village so you could get another half hour of sleep. 

[ladykissingfish]

*Kakuzu walks outside in the early morning, sees Hidan sitting on the front steps*

Kakuzu: Here you are. I woke up and you were gone. How long have you been sitting out here?

Hidan: Couple hours, I guess.

Kakuzu: *sits down beside him* So cold … *takes off his robe and slips it over Hidan’s shoulders* We talked about this, didn’t we? In your condition I expect you to take better care of yourself. Being up at 4am and sitting in the cold isn’t —

Hidan: I can’t do it, ‘Kuzu.

Kakuzu: You can’t take the time to put on a jacket?

Hidan: No, I mean … *puts his hands on his large belly* This. This kid. I can’t be its parent.

Kakuzu: What?

Hidan: You can stop with all the fucking lies already, Kakuzu. We both know I’m gonna make a shitty parent. You just said it; I can’t even take care of myself! How am I gonna take care of something that’s small and helpless and — and — *suddenly bursts into tears*

Kakuzu: *startled, but after a moment puts his arms around Hidan and holds him tightly*

Kakuzu: Shhhh, shhh, calm down, it’s okay, calm down …

Hidan, putting his face against Kakuzu’s neck: And you must be so fucking angry with me. I’ve trapped you, haven’t I? I’m about to give you a whole bunch of responsibilities and so many things you’ll need to spend money on …

Hidan: It’ll be like you have two babies to take care of, won’t it?

Kakuzu: Good.

Hidan, tearfully looking up at him: G-good? 

Kakuzu: That’s right; good. My gifts are multiplying. Instead of one precious thing, I’ll have two. And I’d die before I let any harm or unhappiness come to either of you.

Hidan: K-Kakuzu —!

Kakuzu: And you know what? I get that you’re scared. I’m scared, too. But this … *puts his hand on Hidan’s belly* is going to be the most beautiful, wonderful, amazing thing ever. A masterpiece; the best of you and the best of me.

Kakuzu: And you’re completely wrong, by the way, about you not making a good parent. You’re going to be superb. I feel it. And you won’t be doing it alone. Me and you, we’re a team. And pretty soon our team is going to add a new member and be stronger and better than ever. Fuck money; all that matters is the three of us. Okay?

Hidan: *starts crying again, although this time it’s happy tears* Y-you damn sappy old man —!

Kakuzu: And you know, not to be superficial or anything, but … you have never quite looked as good as you do now. Soft skin, curves, and you’re so emotional and sweet … *leans to whisper in his ear* I should have knocked you up years ago …

Hidan, blushing: Pervert. Don’t talk like that in front of the kiddo. I read they can hear voices while inside there.

Kakuzu: Interesting. *I* read that it’s the healthiest thing in the world for a child to see and hear two parents who show affection to each other. *starts kissing Hidan’s neck* Let me take you back to bed and show you what I mean …

Hidan: I’ll agree … on the condition that you make me breakfast first.

Kakuzu: *chuckles and stands up, giving his hands to Hidan and gently pulling him to his feet* Sounds fair. What do you feel like?

Hidan: Pancakes. And eggs.

Kakuzu: Alright, then I’ll —

Hidan: And bacon. And Turkey sausage links. And cereal with marshmallows in it. Chocolate and strawberry milk. Those little pastry things with the warm cream cheese inside. Apple pie with ice cream. A banana cut into slices. Some —

Hidan: *walks inside; still talking*

Kakuzu:

Kakuzu: Then again, I probably would have gone broke if he had gotten pregnant before this.

[alexanderlightweight]

I know you just wrote it but can we have more of the winter soldier-like au for the wednesday prompt?

i have to go to work in a bit but i HAD to write the next part so i hope you enjoy

<3 lumine

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“Isabelle.” Magnus says, low and cool and she turns, eyes wide with hope and hands trembling.  Her bright eyes dim and she looks dull when she realizes he’s alone.

Around them, the gloomy halls of the Silent City seem to warp. Jem assured him this was the safest place to meet with any nephilim, especially an Iron Sister.

“You didn’t bring him?”

“Why would I ever let him near any nephilim again?” Magnus asks coldly, looking at Isabelle with disdain where once there was a sliver of fondness. “Even his own sister can’t stop from betraying him once again.”

“I haven’t!” She protests, “Magnus I swear to you. I couldn’t.”

“And yet, the nephilim children you thoughtlessly gave information to weren't so smart. They went straight to Imogen and when she finished regaling them with details, they showed up to demand the weapon I stole from the clave.”

Isabelle pales and she shakes her head, “no, Magnus. You have to understand, I just... she needs help. You’re the only one I could think of that might be able to!”

“You thought you could rewrite history. You see those reckless children and you see yourself, Isabelle. So tell me, my dear.” The endearment is mocking and cruel where once it was sincere and she flinches, closing her eyes, “why must Alexander be sacrificed a second time for a little girl too spoiled to care about others?”

Isabelle takes a deep breath and she laughs, bitter and weary. 

“I’m never going to see him again, am I?”

“Perhaps if he’s better by the time you die, I’ll let him visit you on your deathbed.” It’s more than she deserves and they both know it, even if Magnus normally refrains from being so cruel.

“Magnus, I really didn’t mean to.”

“You never do, Isabelle. You went to the Iron Sisters to do better, so why are we here? Back at where we began?”

“I just want him back, Magnus.” Isabelle whispers, voice hoarse and thick with tears, “it’s been decades. I miss my hermano. I just wanted to see him, I thought maybe—” She trails off, unwilling to voice her absurdly selfish wants that have once again put her brother in danger. 

There is danger once again and the clave have been reminded that Magnus has something they consider theirs. 

Magnus looks at her and he believes her.

That doesn’t change a thing.

“Then perhaps, Isabelle. You shouldn’t have betrayed him.” Magnus turns, walking away because this was the sole purpose of the meeting. If Isabelle continues to help little Clarissa Fray and her blonde shadow, then Magnus will deal with her as he vowed to, when she first cost him his love.

—

Izzy sighs as she watches Magnus leave and she shakes her head at herself. She knows better, she really does and yet in her impatience, with the fear of dying from old age without seeing Alec one last time, she let it get the best of her.

Which means that now, she might not even get to see her brother.

Its a sign of impatience that Izzy thought she trained out of herself.

“Izzy?” Cleophas asks as she returns and Izzy gives a bland, cool smile and nods to her friend. “Are you alright?”

“I made a mistake.” Izzy admits, which she rarely does and it makes Cleophas send her a second, concerned look. “I don’t know if I can salvage anything from the shards.” Because Cleophas thinks she’s talking about a weapon, but Izzy is talking about the last bonds of the strained relationship between her and Magnus that she just managed to shatter. 

“You’ve always been able to create masterpieces, even from a ruined piece.” Cleophas reminds her dryly and Izzy gives a polite smile back, but her heart isn’t in it.

“Sometimes, the most valuable things are too delicate to repair.” Is all she says and when she gets to her rooms, Izzy sighs and stares at the picture of a young, fifteen year old Izzy with Alec on her dresser. It’s an old picture and the only other picture Izzy loves as much is hidden.

She retrieves it now and stares.

She’s freshly seventeen in the picture and Alec is in it, Magnus wrapped around him and the three of them are in one of Magnus’ many homes. Whisked away by portal while Alec and Izzy pretended to just be out on their own for her birthday.

It’s one of many times that Alec included her, despite how dangerous it was to have anyone know of his relationship with Magnus.

Ultimately, it was Izzy’s own hubris that broke them all and she sighs and pets her fingers over her brother's face.

Her own hair is gray now and there are lines in the corner of her eyes and mouth and while her beauty is still revered, all she can wonder is how Alec looks.

Does he still look young, caught in the age he was when she lost him? Or is Magnus fighting time as well as magic and Izzy stiffles a sob, because Magnus looks as young as he did when they first met.

It brings up too many painful memories that Izzy has to force herself to choke her emotions down.

Magnus refused to reach out during the Uprising or even in the two decades since it failed and Izzy knows she could have requested a meeting with him, but she was terrified to be denied.

It was an accident, mentioning Magnus to Clary. A mistake that Izzy is going to pay for and it’s a price she doesn’t think she’s willing to accept.

Which means that Izzy needs to find a way to once again endear herself to Magnus.

The best way to the High Warlock’s heart — for the last forty plus years at least — has always been through Alec.

So, Izzy grits her teeth and squares her shoulders and reminds herself to be strong.

She’s the Lightwood heir, despite joining the Iron Sisters. 

If committing treason and sending adamas and books to Magnus to help him save Alec from a countdown that Izzy started, she’ll do it. 

-

please remember that izzy was super young and it was complicated. magnus blames her and she blames herself and it is her fault but there were also extenuating circumstances and ofc the clave took it too far

izzy also hasn't seen alec in decades and suddenly this kid who reminds her of herself with a blonde shadow. she doesn't meet jace because male, so she just sort of assigns him alec's personality and basically accidentally emotionally manipulates herself

also izzy is super endeared by clary and only met her the once.

this doesn't have a name yet

also remember that magnus is super biased and clary showing up sputing bs hit every switch imaginable

[elenasparks1305]

ONE PUNCH-MAN FANGIRLING THOUGHTS: AN ESSAY

It’s been such a long time since i even posted anything here. This is kind of like a summary to the vent session(s) I had with my friend about the latest chapters. She suggested I post it here so here goes.

First of all.

Loved it.

Loved that so much.

It was right down my alley.

I know some people didn’t like how some things were done, that’s fair, you can’t please everyone. I was kinda bummed by how things were wrapped up too to be honest. I’ll get to it later.

But the things they did with Saitama’s character? A masterpiece. The artwork? Godly.

I am a sucker for metaphors in art and the latest chapters were just chock full of them.

Of course the fight scenes were ungodly amazing too, don’t get me wrong. But the metaphors? *chefs kiss *

Let’s get to the rants.

Here’s a list of the beautiful symbolisms that I managed to glean from reading the final chapters in both English and Japanese.

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1. The fallout rain

It’s a natural phenomenon that has happened before in Japan during the world war. How they executed the phenomenon, though, was perfection.

(Absolutely loved this page)

Loved how they used the rain as a metaphor for the sadness that somebody important just died, but also since it’s in bnw, you can’t really tell if it’s blood, or some people had assumed it was oil from Genos, or if it was what it really was: the fallout rain.

But it fits all the symbolism in my opinion, since it was basically all of them. It symbolises the blood (or in Genos’s case; oil) that’s in Saitama’s hands. It symbolises the consequences to his action (or inaction).

Saitama decided to spare Garou and not deal the finishing blow to him when he had the chance. He was responsible for Garou being able to have contact with the god thing, and therefore become the cosmic horror. Saitama is indirectly responsible for the deaths, and most importantly, Genos’s death.

I also loved how Murata drew the streaks down his eyes, like he was crying. Quite sure that it’s intentional.

I loved Saitama’s expression. I can see the disbelief, the despair, and utter shock in his face. I believe that’s called a shell-shocked expression?

To me, his expression seems to cry out, “Why did everything end up becoming like this?”

It was genuinely heartbreaking to see that in his face. Murata is a true artist for portraying that so expertly. That expression of utter shock was incredibly fitting for someone like Saitama. I’ll explain why I think so.

All this time Saitama has never bothered to put his heart in any of his fights, cuz he’s basically invincible. He has no stakes in any fights and this one was no different. Unlike other heroes, he never had anything to lose in any fights cuz he’s always going to win. He knows that.

So it’s just so fitting because of his character’s portrayal; someone who’s lost touch with the real world and his emotions. He is basically invincible, and was so alone he really didn’t have anything to lose.

That is, until he did.

Up to this point we’ve been showed crumbs of how Saitama cares about Genos (pretending to be his teacher, running to his aid first thing after getting out of the MA lair, ignoring Garou, and let’s not forget the core touching scene lol).

All in all, we are shown bits and pieces how much Saitama cares about Genos, and I think Saitama does know that he cares about Genos (maybe not as aware as to how much he cares tho). Thing is, up to this point, I don’t think Saitama has ever seriously considered Genos actually dying. It’s fair since he always comes back even after getting brutally beat up like in the Seaking arc.

So in this instance I think it genuinely rattles Saitama to the core to realize that Genos can actually die.

And that he actually does have something to lose after all.

The usage of the fallout rain as a symbolism was perfect for this one. I absolutely love it.

2. The Face Swap

Let’s not forget this one.

The way Saitama has a black tone all over his face and Garou has a light colored one is a very deliberate symbolism.

I’ve seen a lot of people calling this one out too and I agree with what they call it.

Saitama is the hero in this story, but at this moment, he is the one who doesn’t give a fuck about anything and anyone else but the object of his revenge, which, if I recall correctly, is what we call a villain.

Meanwhile we have Garou, the guy who calls himself the villain, yet at his heart of hearts, is actually not evil.

Some people have mentioned that Saitama is the hero with villainous tendencies and Garou is the villain with heroic tendencies. I do agree with that.

Some people argue that Saitama did not intend to destroy the earth and while for some reason I do believe destroying the earth itself wasn’t the intention, the lack of caring of what’s going to happen in the aftermath of that serious punch is undeniable.

We have seen the devastation of what a serious punch can cause during the early days of one punch man series, when Saitama sparred against Genos. Imagine that kind of devastation inflicted upon the already broken down area. It would’ve been atrocious. If the other heroes there weren’t already dying, they’d surely be dead if they got caught in the aftermath of that punch. Especially because if I recall their positioning correctly:

Yup. Directly behind Garou and Blast.

And I doubt Blast could tank the aftermath of a serious punch enough to protect everyone else, sorry Blast.

Had Garou not return the serious punch, the destruction of the whole area would still be imminent.

And Saitama did not care.

So yeah, villain. A hero with villainous tendencies sounds about right.

While Garou was his opposite; the villain with heroic tendencies. Polar opposite fists sounds about right. That, couples with how ONE had once mentioned that Garou is the anti-Saitama? I do believe that explains everything quite well.

3. Jupiter

The Jupiter scene is incredible. Period.

This whole scene depicts just how far behind Garou is compared to Saitama. Jupiter behind Saitama seems to symbolise just how massive the storm in Saitama’s heart is, and plus it depicts what an ominous presence Saitama currently was. Compare that to how small Garou is in the lower part of the screen. The result of this fight has been clear from the start.

Saitama is drawn at the top is already symbolic of how far above of Garou he is. And Jupiter’s surface behind him is drawn like an eye, which I’m pretty sure is symbolic too about how he stands as the eye of the storm.

Which as we all know, is the calmest part of the storm.

He did look calm didn’t he?

At least on the outside he did.

The storm behind him symbolises the storm brewing inside, waiting to release its fury on Garou.

4. The Core holding scene (not that one)

I have not seen anybody talk about this one yet. This one is a bit less obvious and I only caught on because I read the Japanese version. So I’m gonna be posting the picture in Japanese.

Here Saitama was talking shit to Garou, which was already rare coming from Saitama. But what he said in Japanese made me realize why this picture was made in that composition.

Here Saitama said “そのためなんだろ？” which was translated to “isn’t that the whole point of this?” In the english version. It’s not wrong. But in my opinion it fails to capture the nuance of why the picture was drawn like that.

What Saitama said could also be roughly translated as: “what you did was for this right?” Which, when we look at the way they put emphasis on Genos’s core in that picture, seems to want to say “you killed him for this, right?”

It hurt me when I realised that but also

That’s how you do composition in storytelling. Honestly I’m kinda sad more people didn’t catch on. Some animators even made awesome fan animations and I saw a few failed to include Genos’s core in that scene, which saddens me even more cuz the animations were great otherwise.

To be fair it’s a very nuanced thing, which sometimes get lost in translation. I get that.

So here I am trying to explain away one of my favourite pages lol.

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And while we’re on the topic of translations, let’s talk Japanese. And by that I mean let’s talk about the original Japanese dialogue. This is gonna be me nerding out about the original Japanese phrases in the manga so be warned.

Let’s start from the top.

This page is really heartbreaking.

Basically here, what Saitama said was actually closer to: “I really do not have what they called a hero’s instinct at all huh……”

He’s not questioning whether or not he has a hero’s instinct. He’s admitting that he does not in fact have a hero’s instinct, at all.

It hurts for me to read that because that’s a very defeated phrase to say for someone who already, in the previous chapters, stated the doubts he had of his own heroism. It shows just how hurt he was at this scene. It kinda justified how he basically threw all caution to the wind and went for the overpowered punch right after that…

Let’s take a break from the sad.

This one is, in fact, very correct. The English translation has Garou say “later then lol”.

It is in fact what he says.

He did say “w”, which is the abbreviation for “wara”, which in Japanese is 「笑」. It means “laugh”. It is the Japanese word for ‘lol’. It’s usually a chat thing though, not a spoken word but it’s super common even my bosses at work uses it regularly.

So this one is, in fact, not a mistranslation. They got it 100% correct on this one.

Let’s go for another sad.

The clinging word here is pretty accurate in my opinion. However the word they used for this in Japanese was 縋る (sugaru). I went to the dictionary for more context and I got it. Let’s see if I can convey the whole meaning in English. It be difficult this one.

This word is very emotional, as it has the meaning of “to clutch really strongly on to something or someone, that is the sole dependable/trustworthy figure in times of pain or hardship”.

The dictionary mentions that this word is closely related to 頼る(tayoru) which means to lean on someone for support. But the former put a far stronger emphasis on the dependence and trust placed in the something or someone than the latter.

That one hurt me.

To realize that Genos and Tareo were depicted as the sole emotional support to Saitama and Garou respectively that they trusted and depended on. It was almost enough to make me tear up.

If Garou was comparable to Saitama, Genos is comparable to Tareo in terms of what they are to each of their respective idols.

They even share the same bald spot <3

Let’s wrap this up with a sweet one.

This moment when Genos thought he needed to tell this story to the people who needed to know? The Japanese is admittedly a bit ambiguous. It is written 人間, which directly translates to human. However, this word is used pretty regularly in lots of different meaning (singular or plural both) depending on the context. Which led me to believe that, Genos is not trying to tell this to “the people” who needed to hear.

He meant he needed to tell just one person. And he did it immediately after that.

It wasn’t about any other people.

It was just about Saitama.

And that’s so like Genos.

Saitama was the person who needed to hear that yes, he actually did make it in time. Yes, he did manage to save everyone including Genos. Yes, he is a hero despite all his doubts.

I think it’s so sweet of him and so in character of Genos to be thinking of Saitama first. It makes sense too, because he made that promise to himself during the seaking arc that he wouldn’t interfere if Saitama chose to play the role of a bad guy but he’s gonna be there for his Sensei whenever he’s in a pinch.

It’s like a throwback to the aftermath of the meteor where he voiced his solid appreciation and devotion to his Sensei after that public lynching to support and make Saitama feel better.

It’s so like Genos to take it as part of his role as Saitama’s disciple to protect his Sensei and remind him that he is appreciated. Especially after thinking he’s just giving up the acknowledgment for the sake of other heroes again (he just doesn’t remember tho lol).

Protective Sensei is a force to be reckoned with.

Protective borg is a sweet borg.

Too bad Saitama doesn’t remember so he honestly doesn’t understand Genos was being sweet.

It’s ok Genos, we know.

Hopefully Saitama will too.

Anyways, I can go on and on about my take on their relationship but I’m running out if space for this one (I’m on phone) so I’m gonna wrap this one up.

Maybe I will write another one if I feel like it.

Cheers~

[feverdreamsandlucidnightmares]

Listen I am going absolutely batsh*t feral over how

“Stop. Give me your hand. I am your friend.”

“I fear to stain your clothes with blood.”

“Stain them, I don't care.”

the bridge scene in the last episode of Moriarty the Patriot is

William is very much afraid that he will ruin Sherlock with the blood he has spilled, he is his rival, the hero he handpicked for his masterpiece and he was so shocked when Sherlock killed Milverton and he’s convinced that means he’ll kill him too and while he longs to be proper friends with Sherlock he can’t conceive of a present where it works out for them

Give me your hand. I am your friend. (I will not let you die like this, not alone) “Liam, take my hand and live.”

I fear to stain your clothes with blood. (I can only bring you down with me) “You’re mad, why would you try to save me?”

Stain them, I don’t care. (You’re more valuable than that/there is already blood on my hands/you could not deter me if you tried) “Isn’t it clear? Because, William Moriarty, you are my friend.”

And William still pushes him away. And Sherlock still jumps after him. And they restart.

Liam feels understood by Sherlock, but he doesn’t see how flexible Sherlock’s moral code is. Sherlock is so people-oriented, he protects the people he cares about to the extent of murder and blackmail and espionage. Why would he not also overlook those? Liam is his friend, so he will fight for him. Even Louis, who was never much of a fan of Sherlock, cedes that he is probably the only one who could save William

(Quotes from Anne Carson, Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides and Moriarty the Patriot episode 24: The Final Problem Act 2)

[ourpickwickclub]

Blink 182 released a hugely popular brand new studio album before going on the tour. I can’t see Gwen having any interest in creating a new No Doubt album. The last time they did it, she wanted to die, and the subsequent lukewarm reaction to it was devastating to her.

They have a problem even communicating together, let alone creating together. And Gwen’s in a place where she wants to sing about her love for Blake. The boys have shown nothing but disrespect to this new chapter of her life.

I can imagine them doing a couple of shows in Anaheim. That would be a huge success. Or maybe few other California festivals, but that’s about it.

First, it kills me that Push and Shove had a lukewarm reception because I think it’s a masterpiece. But no arguing that it was not as popular as their previous albums.

I also think that while shaming the “country life” or whatever was happening did go on, it was more about them feeling like they waited again for Gwen to be pregnant, have Apollo, do the Voice twice, and they were over ready to get back to ND stuff. It’s their sole focus. Gwen starting any new chapter would have been a wedge. Not saying it’s right of them.

I just wonder if they can see clear enough to know that the better they are to her, the more likely of anything ND happening.

I’m hiding typing at Easter festivities, but I’ll try to push some more thru. Happy Easter. Fingers crossed for bunny Blake.

- B

[bmodiwrites]

It's 1990 & Steve's finally comfortable in his career. He's planning to put his head down and create more art but Eddie's return to the shop changes everything. Not only are his tattoo wants to die for, Steve is still so desperately caught in his feels for his first real client. Catch up on chapter 1 to build up the anticipation before you check out chapter 2!

He must’ve been obsessing over it hard because Wayne eventually jolted him from the dark hole of artistic concentration. “If you add anything else to that, you won’t have any room for a little freedom on the skin. What do I always tell you about hyperfixating?”

Rolling his eyes, Steve repeated one of Wayne’s well used slogans. “It ain’t good for nobody. Especially an artist.” Pushing the sketch pad away, Steve sat up with a sigh. “I know that but I can’t help it… or stop myself. I want it to be perfect.”

The look on Wayne’s face softened. “He asked for you specifically, Steve. That alone is something. Don’t sweat it, buddy. It looks good. I am half tempted to have you do a couple of those characters on me, even.”

Affronted, Steve covered his drawing haphazardly. The idea of sharing Eddie’s masterpiece made Steve’s stomach turn. Not even Wayne, who felt like a father to him, deserved this particular effort.

Wayne laughed then, not even try to stop the punched out chuckle as it bubbled up. “Easy there. I’m just joking with you.” Shifting on his feet, Wayne peeked at the design over Steve’s errant hands. “Are you thinking black and white or color?”

Glad to be back on a more recognizable foot, Steve moved so Wayne could see the drawing fully. “Black and white, I think. At least to start. Color could be a nice finishing touch at the end if requested.”

“Stick to your gut. It’ll impact better with the shading you’re so good at doing.” The compliment rolled so easily off Wayne’s tongue, though neither of them acknowledged it. The rough disposition was just a cover. Wayne, underneath it all, was a big teddy bear. No one wanted the behavior to end, so everyone pretended it didn’t exist.

Ignorance, it seemed, was bliss for everyone.

Read the rest of chapter 2 on AO3!

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[tsubasa-1999]

Hey, I want to say in advance that this is my opinion and I don’t want to disrespect anybody’s else. Please don’t take anything I say personal.

In the most recent chapter (390) a lot of people have commented that they think that Touya should die or else his character will be ruined. Those comments sadden me because Touya is not a character out of this world with cartoonish motives and back story; he represents the pain of many people in real life that has to deal, in an emotional level with what he went through. To say that Touya has to die is giving the middle finger to every single person that identifies with him, and if you identify with Touya and want him to die I think that you should ask for help(I’m not judging nor am I mocking anyone by saying this, I truly mean it) Touya is a character that, after the Dabi dance, whenever we see him he is having psychotic breakdowns, self harming, crying, and acknowledging that he wants to die. Touya doesn’t have a healthy relationship with his body, he never tries to defend himself when people comment on his appearance and the “weakness” of having his body not be suited for his quirk. He haven‘t have somebody to bent to or rely on in more than a decade; not to mention that crying is something that can ease our pain and release the stress and he can’t even do that now. I really dislike the people of the fandom that fetishize his pain and think that being happy and having a happy ending will ruin his character because there is so much that he needs and real life people like him need.

Touya need to feel wanted and loved, he need to find his own life purpose outside of endeavor, he needs to heal his relationship with his self perception and the way he treat his body; and most important he needs to learn to let go of the people that don’t values him. I truly don’t see him having a close relationship with Endeavor and I think that is for the best. There are so many people that don’t cut off ties with toxic parents that don’t value them and are stuck in relationships with people that don’t give them the respect they deserve. For Touya’s ending I would like him to travel alone, go to college, Idk, just do something for himself and from his own initiative and for the first time see himself as an individual (obviously after going to therapy) I had liked the way he’s been handle right now in the chapters 350-352 he told Shouto all the nasty feelings that he has inside, he insulted him and in a way we saw how he doesn’t even understand the extent of his trauma. He told Shouto, in a way, that if he would’ve born with his powers he would’ve acted like their dad’s perfect child, as if being good enough was going to fix all his problems. He doesn’t understand that, by being his dad perfect masterpiece, he would’ve given up his own individuality, that the love that Endeavor would’ve given him, would have been conditional. He is so blinded by his own pain that he is at the same time (in ch 390) telling his family that he hate them meanwhile fantasizing about being with them and being happy.

Regarding the argument, “he killed 30 people”, even tho I’m not an expert, the way I see it, Touya is a character that disassociates a lot and, because he gets easily overwhelmed, I can see him trying to avoid thinking about the people that he has hurt because, thinking about it almost drove him insane. He is suicidal and giving himself more reasons to kill himself seems fitting to his character. I think of this as the last resource for him to get Endeavor to look at him and for people to associated this deaths with his father, I don’t think he’s necessarily somebody that enjoys killing other. If he was, he would’ve done it before joining the league and, in canon, he didn’t committed any crimes worth mentioning.

To be honest I hope that in the next chapter regarding the todoroki family, he gets to vent about his feeling and we get to see his true self and his inner thought.

Thank you so much for reading.

[atlantablack]

hiii<3 for the siken ask game, 12. you were drinking sangria and i was throwing oranges at you.

Prompt 12 - you were drinking sangria and i was throwing oranges at you. (which is from I Had a Dream About You, if anyone was wondering)

Heyyy bestieee, pls enjoy this, quite frankly, strangely soft fic my brain gave me for you <3 for the song lyric additions, this is also on Ao3

•

The first year is the worst. Steve had expected that though, so it’s okay. Of course, the first year would be the worst. How could it not be when Bucky had spent so long in Hydra’s grasp, unable to even remember that he’d once had his own life.

Unable to remember Steve. 

This is of course the part that stings the most, even if, in the grand scheme of things, it is the least important part. 

•

The second year Bucky disappears, again, and Steve punches a hole in the wall of Tony’s gym. He doesn’t follow, as much as he wishes to. He knows Bucky, even if Bucky doesn’t know him. Which means, that he knows Bucky needs the space even if kills Steve to give it to him. 

So, instead of following, he fixes the hole in the wall, goes on missions with Natasha, lets Tony teach him how to, properly, navigate the internet, and goes running with Sam. He breathes in, breathes through, receives a postcard from India seven months later, breathes deep, and breathes out. 

•

The third year, Bucky comes back, and for the first time since 1945, Steve and Bucky hug. It goes on for far longer than they ever used to allow themselves to indulge. But Steve’s hands have forgotten how to unclench and Bucky is shaking apart underneath his fingertips. 

The sky could collapse and he thinks he would stay standing right here, content to die if it meant forever in Bucky’s arms. 

They let go eventually. Of course. But Bucky stays close and Steve does his best to stay steady. 

•

The third year is hard. Easier than the first, but a challenge in and of itself. 

For all that he’d thought to himself, I know him, he does in fact, know very little about this new version of Bucky. And as it turns out, Bucky knows very little of Steve, even with a large portion of his memories once again intact. 

They’d both lived and died and lived again, their personalities shifting, mercurial things that no longer match up quite the same. 

It doesn’t stop them from clinging to each other but it forces them to, in a way, start again. It feels a little like a curse and a lot like a second chance. A fresh sheet of paper, free of charcoal smudges and dirty fingerprints, just waiting for a masterpiece to be painted in bright, vivid watercolors. 

•

The fourth year is the easiest so far, both of them settled into their skin and more confident of where they stand, both, with each other, and in this new time. 

Steve had woken up in 2012 and had thought, I will never belong to this era, I will never learn to enjoy this. He’d also thought that he was alone, and maybe the absence of that loneliness is what makes all the difference. Or maybe it is simply that he’s finally accepted that he’s here to stay. 

What is the point of being miserable when he can build a home and finally live? What is the point of courting tragedy when some higher power allowed Bucky to find his way back to Steve? 

He thinks life is offering him a gift. He would be a fool to not grab it with both hands. 

•

The fifth year they leave Stark Tower and return to their roots. A three bedroom brownstone in the heart of Brooklyn, the cobblestone signing beneath their feet, welcome home, welcome home. 

Bucky kisses him in the archway and he smiles into it, throws his keys at Natasha when she snickers, and throws rice over them, making a mess all over their brand new floor. He can’t stop smiling, and thinks maybe one day, she’ll have a chance to throw the rice for real. Somewhere green, somewhere warm, both of them endlessly tired of the cold. 

They turn their home into an oasis of warmth. A burgundy couch and sunset pillows. A rug shaded like the sunrise and kitchen walls like sunshine. The plants take up every window and Bucky spends hours tending to them, talking in a low voice to them as if they can drag the darkness from him. Maybe they can, he always seems lighter afterward, flushed bright with life. 

There’s fresh fruit on the counter and warm bread in the oven. Coffee in the cupboard despite how little it does for either of them. 

Bucky takes to making sangria, despite alcohol doing nothing at all for him. Says, I like the taste, I like the colors, what other reason do I need? 

Steve bites into an orange, the taste bursting across his tongue, and watches a drop of sangria roll bright red down the column of Bucky’s throat. He throws a second orange across the table, laughs when Bucky catches it too hard and ends up with orange juice sticky in his hair. 

“I’ll help you wash it out,” he says, like that hadn’t been his plan from the start. 

Bucky grumbles about it, but he still leans in when Steve leans across the table to kiss him. He tastes like sunshine and the ocean and a thousand nights of longing. Which is to say, he tastes like the only religion that Steve has never lost faith in. 

fin.

[mysteriouspenguin29]

my spicy i’m really spicy take on Jeff the killer

last post i kind of went on rant about the Jeff the killer story which i read and listen to dozen of time. i know it crap now a day, Jeff is kind of joke of a character. people including myself toke it too seriously for really bad story. why oh did any one see this crap of story as masterpiece who knows! I think as far i’m  aware Jeff story has rebooted  I think though never really bother to check it. he story has been i think moved to crappypasta i think.

but listening to know i just help but think this poor kid. let me tell my take on this crap of story what i toke away from it. I’m not going to tell you all of it just parts of it. one it said Jeff felt happy after hurt the bully character  it meant to be sign that Jeff is evil but really i toke it as nothing, the bully character rob them for really no reason they almost beat the shit of his brother i think i remember something like that happening. yes jeff toke a little too far, but in his defense he was really defending himself and his brother then there the part he was fire from i forget bleach maybe? and the parent you know the adults just started and watch as Jeff is a fire his whole fucking body is on fire and this fucker just stand there and watched. i think one of the bully character had a gun. but it just everyone watch as Jeff whole body burned no one did anything. i’m really surprised Jeff didn’t die

there the whole unwrapping his bandage and his face being reveal him saying he loves it. i really toke it as him begin to mental breakdown a bit, really think about it he seeing his face for the first time in what weeks i think to see this fucked up face, that doesn’t even look like him anymore i think he started to really having a mental breakdown. the doctor just wave off this kind of sign he under distress by oh it the medicine we gave him  not our problem good lucking with the kids who starting to mental break. then the whole cutting his cheek and burning his eyelid thing. he left alone unsupervised, never even checked on by his parent any point before this point as far as i can tell. Jeff was left alone to deal with it himself, everyone is like look i know you’re dealing with this new face and it clear something going on with you..but we tired we going to bed deal with yourself. the whole cutting his cheek and burning his eye lid is just really bad self harm for a person who clearly having crisis and no one did a god damn thing. i think it mention his mother hears him crying, so i really toke it as he really not doing this willingly he doing this as cry for help or attention. and when his mother see that he did to his face, clearly his under distress she doesn’t think my son  has just harmed himself maybe i should help him then whole am i beautiful thing the way i saw it Jeff was so disgusted by his new appearance he just wants anyone some one to tell him a good looking person   like he use to be, i mean i think he was just constantly lying to himself that he was still beautiful as a coping mechanism but hey that just me. then his mother in her brightest move ever seeing her son is going through what clear to me a mental breakdown to point where he self harming, she just goes to her husband and tell him to get the gun which meant they were going to fucking shot their own son there no other it can be taken. why get  a gun for a person who really struggle probably bleeding too and is really clear just at the breaking point. i can’t see pointing at him to reason with him will work.

the story was probably meant to be oh Jeff was always a killer or something. i just toke it as this poor kid going through some much trauma so fast it breaking him for his parent to then turn on then he fucking snapped.  imagine yourself you maybe i don’t slit your wrist or something you turn for your parent for support when it obvious cry of help. to hear you parent talk about how their going to kill just for doing that.

Jeff was clearly to me at lest as person who suffer with mental issues was mentally breaking the moment he saw his face, he try to cope with it saying  he beautiful he still disgusted by it no matter how time he says it. he left unsupervised and alone for who know how long it was i don’t remember with no help or support for his family i don’t think once they ever try to comfort him in any way. then Jeff stop lying to himself having really serve mental breakdown in the night. he goes to the bathroom and what obvious to do self harm but to the extreme cause he not thinking straight. his mom come in see what he done to himself knowing he just got out the hospital dealing with a i call a deformed face. he clearly near the break pointing it kind sounded desperate to me for Jeff to ask his mom am i beautiful?   like it was the only hope he had left, then to hear his mother tell his father to get a gun, he know what that meant, they were going to kill him. he then snaps he just fucking loses it. all hope he ever had left shattered. they saw him as he saw himself a monster.

yeah i think he really fuck up the bullies during the whole fight, but the story kind forget that by saying the bullies turn themselves in that why liu was out of jail and he didn’t get in trouble. i mean one them brought a gun I’m pretty sure lord know why this kid who think was  a little older  then Jeff got a gun in first place. no one questioned that ever like where this kid got gun from.

i think Jeff just finally embrace this monster he has become, plus he just clearly mentally unstable clearly suffering with some type of real mental issues that are never address never acknowledge at any point. to me he suffering with mental issues i can’t tell what personally i think it PTSD,  maybe dissociative identity disorder i really don’t know not saying people who have it in real life are like that.

i just theorizing this crap story it probably the same reason ever killer now a day go crazy either their were crazy for no real reason or they were bullied.

I’m sorry i just I’m over analyzing this old crap story. it was read by some people on the internet did think at the time not even me, this story was kind of shitty to begin with. i know now a day jeff is not scary anymore he just a huge joke.

he often paired the most even though he i think he fourteen when it tell the story so that big yikes at most he age up i say is sixteen maybe seventeen that what i think he age is when the story begin. i read some awful stories with him it the slender man, the jane killer one where i think they have sex i don’t recall even though in Jane story she suppose to hate Jeff guts and she is a canon lesbian by the creator so yikes on that too . then the dear god sally x  Jeff ship you know play with me sally story that was really big( i read it, it has child rape for no good reason other then to make the bad guy look i don’t more bad it real crap don’t bother to read honestly) you know the little girl who often can see by slenderman side for really no reason. well guess what the creator of sally age up for some goddamn i can’t understand and is now pairing her character with Jeff and Ben you know the ten year who drown and haunt a game that one so another yikes i guess she has draw porn of them screwing believe i wanted to bleach my eyes out when i saw that and remember Ben is canon to be ten years old yet it doesn’t no one from aging him making his bleed cause that cool i guess. and make him a prevent character dear god what have they done to you Ben the story was good to, it was the first one i genuinely liked and you were a statue in the game. now you this...all the really poplar one back in the day has been just this big joke. i listen  to  laughing jack it was godawful, one of the worst i listen to women get killed in very cruel way just cause you know we got to explain why jack is crazy i guess it just honestly just so hard to sit through hearing these description he poplar too and he even has knock off based off him. eyeless jack who i always toke as some kind of demon he a hot guy now with also bleeding eyes and kidney eating instead being any  where near disturbing like the creator I’m sure tend it to be  , it just his quirky  treat. Jane who suppose to be this tragic figure who seek revenge on Jeff for badly burning her body to point where has to wear a mask and killed her family she in love with him for good reason I’m sure, ticci tody the character who went crazy from seeing slender-man he like waffles for some reason also he love this girl called clockwork i think i can’t remember i listen to her story by the way, it involves insect rape how fun. Slender man this mysterious figure who been around for who know how long luring children into the wood never to be seen  again. he has now a slender-man family and a own mansion which most of the killer live in and don’t tempt to kill each other even though..their killer. one the slender man jokes is oh he rapey and a pervert  yeah that the joke  never once found it funny.

i read this god awful fan fiction by i don’t remember who trying to explain eyeless jack origins i guess  i don’t remember much other then Jack was normal person for some reason. i think he goes crazy though i can’t remember why. then magically he eyeless jack. never explains why the kidney thing though.

anyway was this suppose to be about i see Jeff as much deeper character not me ranting on how creepypasta aren’t scary anymore? i don’t even remember what i was talking about let me go on another rant. Jeff is suppose to be burnt but everyone betray him as this gorgeous guy with i shit you not a six pick even though he was young and his skin is burnt. some betray him as scary but i don’t really see that as often as hot Jeff. dear god how the creepypasta just became just a joke

[isoehl]

The Sunset on Seventeen

I’d missed it by the time I got out to see it. It’d dipped under the horizon by the time I got there. I tried my hardest to chase it, but my phone was dying as I was rushing it to come back to life, hoping it would rise in one day instead of three. I wanted to listen to music. So I waited. And because of it, I missed the sun. Dusk dusted the sky in a fuchsia orange-pink, fading into baby blue and indigo, the leaves fluttering in the gentle breeze. And so I sit, out in the cold of the evening in May, a jean jacket as a picnic blanket and a subtle melody floating out of my pocket like a ghost. And for a moment, the world didn’t spin. For a moment, it wasn’t distance and fake smiles and neighbours and schools and untied shoes and late drives and winter nights and screams and families loved and lost and left behind; for a moment, it was the sun - fleeting and beautiful. 

This is the last time I’ll ever visit this place as a kid - May 17th, 2022. I’m 17 years old. And as I look out into this world that I’ve known all my life, the trees and rocks lean towards me, the sky bends around my head, and for a moment, this is my world. 

The fields stretch on forever, being sectioned off by trees that survived the clear-cutting and paths laid down by businessmen and landscapers years before me. I don’t even look at the “NO TRESPASSING” sign anymore. I wander off the black-top paths, cutting through the open world like a person with free will, and I let the air carry me, being haunted by acoustic guitar and sweet voices and dying light. 

I look around the base of trees and mind the pine needles and roots that poke through the ground, climbing on rocks with my bare feet, letting the calluses cushion me, muscle memory catching me as I fall. 

As darkness falls, I stumble upon a sand trap, completely flat and blank. I think about the first time I wrote my name. I think about how different I am now; how tall I am, how quiet I feel, how loud I feel, how alone I feel - how if she went looking for me, she wouldn’t know where to find me. I think about what to say. After so-almost 18 years of life, after looking in the eye of a dying childhood, after finally being old and wise and free, what do I have to say? I think about them. About the things I’ve lost, the lives I could have lived, the dreams that went dark like a jar of fireflies the morning after magic, and I write. 

At first, it’s a shuffle in my black Converse shoes - just a small indent, frail walls of sand bending into lines and language and life. The words curl around the trap in a magnificent size, but when I step back to look at it, I can’t read it. The sun is tucked under a blanket of horizon and the trees start to become shadows but I don’t care. I dig my shoes into the sand, and re-etch the words. And then again. And again. I take off my shoes and socks when they fill with sand, dig my feet in, bury them with earth until I meet the dark and the cold, until my feet are covered in mud and resilience and love and hope and hurt and dreams. I know what I want to say. 

I step back to look at my masterpiece. The words sprawl like a serpent, like that old Norse myth of the world-eating snake. 

“In spite of everything” - I let the world finish it. “I lived.” “I breathed.” “I’ll survive.” “I won’t die.” “I’ll smile.” “I’ll fight.” “I’ll dream.” “I’ll get the fuck out of this backwater town.” Whatever the world needs to hear. I know my answer; etched into the sand where the earth lies untouched, lives my invisible mantra. 

I wash my feet in a pond, letting the water chill my bones and take the earth away. I put my shoes back on and when I look up, the sky is dark, and full of everything. It isn’t a clear night - it’s a perfect night. I let the clouds wash over me; they look like the shapes at the bottom of my childhood friend’s pool. The stars poke through the outlines of the clouds and as they move over me, the sky clears and it’s full. The Big Dipper and Orion’s belt and the shapes that don’t have names - they twinkle in the dark. 

Someone I love once told me that when I look out into the night sky, and look out into the infinite universe, everything there ever was, is or will be, is in a perfect sphere, centred directly on me. Not on the person next to me, or on Jim over there - on me. That the infinity of everything wraps its beautiful chaos around me in an embrace of the universe. And I feel it. As my indie rock splits through the dark, when I sing Passenger at the top of my lungs, when I love someone, when I love everyone, when I scream, when I walk in the rain, when I ask the bee about its day, when I eat a warm meal and it hits in my soul, when the pounding in my chest comes, begging me to free the spirit in my ribcage, I know it. I know it in my heart.

And the universe smiles at me from the stars and light and heat and dark matter, and more than anyone else, we both know that I’m their child first. Before blood and water and bone and breeze, I am a child of the universe, in all its rage and chaos and beauty. 

I’m only a whisper in the dark when my God and I breathe; we are only ghosts when I say to them, with the little voice that I can muster, “In spite of everything, I loved.”

[literaphobe]

I don’t think I can pick between the horse, parrot, or axolotl one of which is my favorite. They’re all so good.

the ‘minecraft, but my friend is a _______’ series rated according to how much i like them:

minecraft, but my friend is a dog:

dog!dream flip flopped between :D and >:( every 5 seconds n it was beautiful to watch

one second he’s cuddling w a minecraft puppy and going ‘baby 🥺’ the next moment he is viciously attacking george n attempting to murder him in frustration from how much damage he took because of george’s accidental hits. next moment he is sheepishly apologizing because george made him sit down and won’t let him back up until he behaved. and in the moment after that he tells george if i were ur actual dog i would have bitten you by now :/ (??????????)

i love the game mechanics of george being able to freeze dream so that dream can’t move n the ability to teleport dream to george when he’s too far away. v cute. fun balance of dream needing george to save him but also him being able to help him and also be so silly and goofy.

shoutout to the ‘RIP dog Dream :(‘ subtitle when they failed the challenge. 10/10

minecraft, but my friend is a parrot:

dream going BAKAWK n repeating everything george said my beloved. my minecraft youtuber is so annoying 😍

him going ‘my strategy to survive? well im a parrot so :) if anyone comes i can just go BLRRRRRRR’ stole my entire heart

him pretending he needed to eat and letting george feed him only to go JK xD and fly away. so many things about dream were so endearing n funny in this video

i am a big fan of him calling a wolf a ‘woof’ and also his harry potter messenger owl bit. when he sang that i will lead the way parody about being a parrot…. that changed the landscape as we know it :( he is a silly little birdie :( my little wackadoodle :(

also funnily enough this is the only friend is a mob video where they actually beat the game LMAO 12/10

minecraft, but my friend is a horse:

i love the running bit of dream badly mimicking the animals he’s meant to play. also a big enjoyer of him seeing another mob and going omg MY BROTHER…. MY UNCLE…. MY FAMILY….. and like giving names to all the other horses. he is so adorable

dream riding a boat as a horse and singing about it….. he is a disney animal princess. i love him. he is Silly. he is Whimsical. he sang so much more and even reprised songs from the last video. he Galloped. he Yelled. he made Incomprehensible Noises

‘the skeleton could Not touch this 😌’ proceeding him singing can’t touch this as he juked mobs was truly something

‘it’s dinner time and ur papa bird give me the worms! BLURPBLURBLURPBLURVBLURPVLUR’ changed me as a person

shoutout to ‘🎶we’re going on a trip my enderman friend, we’re going to the end, me and my enderman friend :D🎶’ my little parody song writer <3

idk why dream was so quotable but big love for him saying ‘i’m not a communist it’s not OUR food :/ sharing is caring but i don’t CARE >:(‘

george hitting an mlg horse on dream n them joking about how dream experienced what the horse in manhunt experienced n how much his back hurt was. JDJSJDJDJ

when they did risky horse parkour as part of their ‘victory lap’ and george told dream ‘i want you to get the last hit 🥺’ only for horse!dream to DIE trying and george stared in disbelief before killing the dragon w one axe hit….. a masterpiece. 15/10

minecraft, but my friend is an axolotl:

im sorry but george using facecam in this video really boosts the experience. they r getting SO many points for this alone

dream popping up going AHHH :D is SO cute but george thinking dream was green is fucking HILARIOUS. the fact that he didn’t even KNOW throughout the whole editing process because he BEGGED dream to edit it but he said no. so neither of them knew until the video was posted

dream finding other axolotls and going my brothers 🥺 my sisters 🥺 my uncle 🥺 why does he always find his uncle. why is he so cute

‘you’ll never find me >:) [gets found instantly] STOP :(‘ hits so hard

‘you need to Protect me :)’ completely destroyed me :( im trying so hard not to quote the whole video. im very in love w this video

every time they found a glow squid…. dream’s excitement…. him not wanting to kill it at first…. ‘it INKED 🥺’

dream’s whole ‘omg there’s DIAMONDS… oh nvm that’s not diamonds. it’s the glow thingy. There’s Iron!! there’s a creeper. get the creeper. i need food. im on one heart. i need food!!’ journey that led to george calling him Bad and him saying Take It Back :( was everything to me

the clown music playing. them finding actual diamonds and dream falling into the water and getting attacked and crying for george to save him as he escaped into a tiny Hole was so incredibly BABY :( why was he so baby this whole video :( everything he said was chock full of 🥺🥺🥺

him finding out he could only eat fish and not meat :( him going no 🥺 yeah 🥺 yum 🥺

his silly AXOLOTL SONG :( followed by him taking damage from lack of water n them SCREAMING DJDJS every time george scolded him for hitting mobs and had to save him and dream was all thank you… THANK YOU :( please why did i think it was a good idea to watch this. why is it so endearing

george nagging dream to be careful in the fortress as he went ‘im exploring! im exploring! :D HOOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOO’

dream being a silly little navigator who very clearly didn’t know where he was going as george complained n he insisted repeatedly that george follow him…. <3333

‘look just tell me that i’m good :( tell me i did a good job :(‘ —> them going back to the overworld n him saying ‘just give it to me raw’ —> ‘what’d you say you said u were gonna say something :/‘ ‘you… you did good dream’ ‘yay :D’ i am on the floor. please i cannot take this anymore

dream going im stuck in a pool 😔 and george teasing him about needing help before saving him… them racing w george in a boat and dream swimming as an axolotl…

dream punching him into the end and being so excited to beat the game only for the video to end super abruptly because dream fell 😍 JDJSJDJ 48283828372737/10

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 325: Deku VS the Outside of U.A. ~Conclusion~

Previously on BnHA: Ochako was all “dear bloodthirsty mob, this kid you see standing before you has fought harder than anyone and put his life on the line to protect you all, so please chill the fuck out, jesus christ. like, putting aside that he’s humanity’s best hope and so it’s very much in your best interests to let him rest and recover someplace safe so that he can keep fighting for us, are y’all seriously going to turn away an injured and exhausted child in front of his sobbing mother?? seriously?? come on now.” I’m paraphrasing here but that’s basically how it went down. Anyway so then the mob was all, “...” and Deku collapsed to his knees in tears, and Gigantic Fox Lady and Kouta ran over to give him a hug but then the chapter ended.

Today on BnHA: Horikoshi is all “FINE, YOU CAN HUG HIM”, which, was that so hard?? The U.A. Clown Mob is all “come to think of it, we’ve kind of been taking the heroes for granted this entire time, maybe we should be less passive in the future. anyway so Deku if it’s not too much to ask, can you please save everyone and fix everything.” Deku is all “I sure can, and by the way I forgive you for swarming around all menacingly two minutes ago and trying to deny me basic shelter and stuff.” Ectoplasm is all, “hey Todogang get a load of this. [walks in a circle].” Hawks is all, “that’s literally the greatest thing I’ve ever seen.” Rat Principal is all, “anyway so that’s what your students did today, hope you’re enjoying your new *~*ROBOT LEG*~*, Aizawa.” Aizawa is all “[lots of exposition about Kurogiri and for some reason, Toga, while being all brooding and sexy].” All Might is all “[standing here right outside of U.A. doing absolutely nothing and being foreboding AF]” and that immediately sucked away all of the warm fuzzy feelings from the hugs, goddammit.

each new week has become a waiting game of “when will Deku finally get to take a bath so people will actually be willing to go near him and give him the hugs he deserves.” the stakes have never been so compelling. I’ve almost forgotten about AFO entirely

lmaoooooo

me: for the love of god will someone please give Deku a hug before I die of old age

Mineta: YOU GOT IT!! --

Iida: [SWIFTLY CUTS HIM OFF] NOT YOU

fucking losing it at Mineta’s crying face. he really wanted to hug him. I legit feel bad but this is also the funniest thing I have seen all week, omg

somehow Kouta, who last week was only a hand’s breadth away from touching Deku’s head, is now twenty miles away from him in this new chapter

can I make a Loki reference here. is this recap a good place to insert a joke about someone using a TVA time-rewinding device to fuck with my poor boy Kouta over here. well anyway there it is

AND NOW HE’S BACK ALL OF A SUDDEN OMG

(ETA: since when is he “niichan” omg?? can’t handle this cuteness.)

BUT THEY’RE STILL NOT HUGGING HIM FFFFKFFFFF. WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO. WHO DO I HAVE TO BRIBE AND/OR BLACKMAIL

OH NO KOUTA IS CRYING THAT’S IT I’M DONE FOR

“when I heard that lady I knew that I had to go, but then stop again within inches of actually touching you because you smell like week-old rotten onions.” listen Kouta, I’m not saying I don’t get it, but you all can’t keep doing this to me. it’s the way you guys keep teasing it. like, if you’re gonna hug him, hug him. don’t just stand there with your arms held rigidly out in front of you like a molded action figure

OH MY GOSH BUT HE SAID THE THING

KOUTA SWOOPING IN AT THE LAST MINUTE TO TAKE ALL THE CREDIT FOR FIXING DEKU LIKE THAT ONE KID IN THE GROUP PROJECT WHO DOES ABSOLUTELY NOTHING BUT STILL TAGS HIS NAME ONTO THE REPORT ANYWAY, WHAT A KNAVE

GASP

(  ´͈ ᗨ `͈ )

SHE PICKED HIM UP LIKE A LITTLE BABY OMG?? she just leaned right over and lifted this child like he was a small animal. like a lil baby futon that she was about to hang up to dry. oh my god

-- HEY WHAT

(: well that’s extremely fucked up. though sadly not too surprising given what we just saw these past couple chapters

incidentally, I hope that anyone who was legitimately defending the civilians’ perspective earlier takes note here of how quickly that line of thinking -- “we’re just trying to keep our families safe” and all that-- can lead to straight up bigotry. if you’re willing to deny a child shelter and protection simply because he’s not YOUR child, and because you’ve decided based on Internet rumors (no real-world parallels there, I’m sure) that he might present a threat, it’s really not that much further of a leap to discriminating against entire groups of people simply because you perceive those groups as being dangerous. I’m sure the people who turned Gigantic Fox Lady away also told themselves afterwards that they did it to protect their families. “better safe than sorry.” “she’ll be fine, someone will take her in, but as for us, we can’t afford to take that risk.” people can come up with all kinds of justifications for treating other people as less than human, and the really scary thing about it is how fucking easy it is

one last quick side note, which is that Horikoshi does a great job here of showing how scapegoating works, given that AFO is the one who’s really to blame and who presents the actual threat, and yet Deku is the one who ultimately winds up being the target of the mob’s fear and outrage despite him being as much of a victim as they are. gotta love that irony, which unfortunately plays out far too often in the real world as well.

anyway I’ll get off my soapbox now, sorry about that. let us continue

YES, FINALLY OH MY GOD!!!!

AND THAT’S THE STORY OF HOW GIGANTIC FOX LADY BECAME THE GREATEST HERO. PACK IT ALL UP, WE’RE DONE HERE KIDS

holy shit. the real MVP right there. thanks for getting it done champ

jesus christ I have had it up to here with these people

literally the bar is set so low at this point that I’ll go ahead and take it. helping him because it offers them a tactical advantage is at least one step up from not helping him at all

“WHY NOT SHIKETSU” MOTHERFUCKER I SWEAR TO GOD

-- thank you!!

okay this one guy with the antennae hair is having himself a character development speedrun here

-- okay, but this part?? fucking this part, right here??

can we repeat that again?? the part where this guy acknowledges that the problems of hero society were caused not just by said heroes, but also by said society?? the part where he acknowledges that they treated the heroes like celebrities who were putting on a show for them?? the part where he acknowledges that when push came to shove, the vast majority of those heroes, when faced with a situation that offered no reward, were nonetheless willing to put their lives on the line to protect the very same people who then turned around and blamed them rather than thanking them?? are the civilians of BnHA even allowed to have actual deep thoughts about this stuff. holy shit

bro!!

ANTENNAE HAIR GUY SHOVING KOUTA AND GIGANTIC FOX LADY OUT OF THE WAY TO SLAP HIS NAME ONTO THE END CREDITS AS EXECUTIVE PRODUCER. CONGRATULATIONS SON YOU FIGURED OUT THE CORE PHILOSOPHICAL QUESTION AT THE VERY HEART OF THE MANGA. WAY TO GO BUD

meanwhile, on today’s episode of “one more chapter to go till the big volume cliffhanger, how else can I drag things out let’s see”

it’s a panel. of people’s feet. just a bunch of normal feet. with sneakers and shit

this All Might shirt guy is getting more screentime in this arc than 90% of the class 1-A kids

I guess I’m supposed to feel sorry for this dude now that he’s all “if we let you stay here do you promise to somehow magically fix every single problem that we are now currently facing?” those are some ridiculously exacting standards my dude. come on now

KACCHAN SIGHTING

thank fuck I’m not the only one who’s thoroughly unimpressed by absolutely all of this lol. I feel better now. meanwhile Iida and Kouda and Kiri are ready to run over there and hug them all. you guys are way too forgiving. damn you and your pure hearts

anyway so Deku’s like “yeah, definitely”

(ETA: almost forgot to comment on the “I’m no longer alone” part – he basically corrects the guy and says “sorry, but you’ll need to direct that question towards all of us, not just me, because moving forward we’re a team.” good stuff.)

you know what though, all joking aside... fuck yeah. because perfect victory, right. the strongest guys don’t settle for anything less. so I guess Deku has pretty exacting standards himself

also can you all just take a look at this fucking kid who’s got so much light in his eyes now that I’m gonna need eclipse goggles. hot damn. “you’re welcome” says All Might Shirt Guy as he is frantically interviewed by several local news networks asking him how he daringly managed to save Deku all by himself. “well I guess I’ve just never been the kind of guy who can sit back and let a bunch of rabble-rousers blame a little kid for all of humanity’s problems. someone had to step in and take action, you know?”

oH MY GOD THE SCENE IS FINALLY ENDING

don’t let the door hit you on your way out All Might Shirt Guy

but meanwhile, sudden Tododrama action??

oh shit

there are honestly so many ways in which Ochako’s very moving speech could have wildly backfired that I genuinely have no clue where this is headed lol. how exciting!!

so now Horikoshi is once again stalling for time with random filler panels, but this one is 10x better than the shoes lol omg

(1) was Ectoplasm’s jacket always this oversized. (2) did you guys know that if you go back to chapter 319 you can see that Horikoshi gave us a sneak peak at Enji’s Sad Detective disguise and I in fact made a joke about it in the 319 recap not realizing it was actually the stone cold truth. (3) did Shouto deliberately speed up out of impatience because Hawks was walking so fucking slow and he couldn’t take it any longer. (4) and what, I ask you, is up with these dramatic speedlines. so many mysteries here. what a masterpiece

everyone is acting all shocked about something ahh what’s going on

wait what

what the heck. did they just loop around behind everyone. what was the point of that lol. “anyway, so this is what they look like from the back” well okay, thanks for that Ectoplasm

(ETA: so it seems like they were actually hanging out someplace else away from the crowd this whole time, I guess? here I thought they had more faith in Enji’s disguise. I guess Shouto and Hawks don’t particularly want to attract this crowd’s attention themselves right now either, though.)

I am so fucking confused lmao

speaking of All Might WHERE THE FUCK IS HE lol. but yes, good, OFA brings everyone together, and Hawks is very deeply moved about this out of the blue all of a sudden. you know how it is

aw heck yeah now this is another filler panel I can get behind

Mineta really wants that hug, good lord. I genuinely love this actually. Mineta if you could just stay little and cute and keep crying about how much you love your classmates in a non-gross way for the rest of the series I would be so appreciative. you’re doing great

IIDA IS HOLDING DEKU’S HAND THIS IS NOT A DRILL. ONE TIME WASN’T ENOUGH FOR MY MAN HE’S ADDICTED NOW

what did I tell you. Kiri wants to get all of the mob’s autographs now. Kiri you’re a peach

Shouji having a conversation with another mutant type is a very nice touch! we really need to get to his backstory soon. I feel like that casual remark from GFL earlier was kind of hinting at more to come

is this the first time we’ve ever seen the Yaoyorictionary in action?? never forget that Viz tried to call it the “Yaoyorozu Reference Book” because they hate fun

last but not least, KAMIBAKU IS BACK ON THE MENU, FUCK YEAH. Kaminari trying to spice things up and introduce a little bit of controversy by smacking Kacchan on the back of the head for god knows what. I will be deeply disappointed after this if I can’t find at least one person unironically declaring that KamiBaku is now toxic and abusive

lfkdlWLWK TODODRAMA??

oh my god. Shouto’s face. Enji’s face. the back to “oyaji” again. the blunt, not-taking-no-for-an-answer, “I don’t know how much louder the universe can scream at you that doing things alone is not it, so hopefully you got the point” directness of it. fffdlkslj I’m so ready for this Horikoshi please don’t fuck it up my expectations are so high

HOLY FUCK

I SCROLLED DOWN AND HE WAS ALL “( ❛‿❛)” AND I JUST WASN’T FUCKING EXPECTING THAT OKAY. JESUS CHRIST. GIVE ME A SEC

lol okay moment over and now Enji’s pulling his hat down all dramatically like a world-weary Cowboy

OH MY GOD WERE YOU FACETIMING??

AHHHHHHHHH

(ETA: not to put Iida down or anything, but it’s kind of strange that Aizawa is all “the class rep sure did great” when Ochako is the one that was giving that whole big speech for like twenty minutes just now lol.)

(ETA 2: “thank god Iida stepped in just in the nick of time to keep Mineta from hugging Deku.” sorry Mineta I really do like you lately but it’s still low-hanging fruit lol.)

HE LOOKS SO SAD??! HE LOOKS LIKE HEARTBREAK ITSELF??! I AM BESOUGHT WITH THE URGE TO REACH INTO MY SCREEN AND PULL HIM INTO THE SAFETY OF MY ARMS??? MY GOD, AND I THOUGHT DEKU NEEDED HUGS

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH okay I was gonna just hold down the letter H for a full minute and count it out loud but within about ten seconds I realized I needed to chill lol

-- but then again NO, I DON’T NEED TO CHILL, I HAVE ZERO CHILL, ACTUALLY, BECAUSE IT’S AIZAWA WITH A ROBOT LEG AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

COMPLETE WITH ROBOT TOES FOR THAT EXTRA TOUCH OF AUTHENTICITY!! I LIKE HOW HORIKOSHI PUT ALL THIS EXTRA “!!!” EMPHASIS AROUND IT IN CASE WE COULD SOMEHOW POSSIBLY FAIL TO TAKE NOTICE. “REMEMBER, EVERYONE?” SAYS HORIKOSHI HELPFULLY. “REMEMBER THAT TIME AIZAWA CHOPPED OFF HIS OWN LEG?” oh wow now that you mention it we somehow forgot all about that. like who do you take us for

OH NO NOT THE SAD BOYFRIEND ANGST THAT I WAS SECRETLY LOOKING FORWARD TO WITH GLEE

well at least he’s not M.I.A. or back with the villains again like I thought he might be. still, that’s gotta be brutal to know your friend is in there somewhere, but to not be able to reach him again no matter how hard you try. that’s the kind of angst that pays off in final battles just when you most expect it. such is my hope, at any rate

what’s this now??

trying to decide if this is Horikoshi’s way of saying don’t worry about that, or his way of saying definitely worry about that lol

anyway so Aizawa is out here being all irresponsibly handsome once again. when is someone going to do something about him

here for Sexy Robot Leg Eyepatch Aizawa clenching his fists and making speeches about revenge. pretty sure we’re all here for that

WELL, WELL, WELL

IT’S ABOUT FUCKING TIME

I’M VERY GLAD YOU’RE ALIVE AND SEEMINGLY WELL, THOUGH!

BUT WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK THOUGH, ALL MIGHT

ffff. bracing myself for that cliffhanger next week. you’d better not touch one hair on this man’s head Horikoshi. I’m watching you 

[wordsfromthesol]

Hunted

Author: @wordsfromthesol​ Taglist: togasbetch malfoys-demigod pricetagofficial Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader Summary: You're a detective at Bludhaven PD with Dick Grayson and when a serial killer your after starts hunting you down, you have no choice but to ask for his help. Warnings: Kidnapping, stalking Word Count: 2.3k

You had been working at Bludhaven PD for about 2 years before the hotshot Dick Grayson came on the scene. Though you had grown into friends or at least friendly coworkers…he annoyed the shit out of you. After all, everything seemed to come so easy to the pretty boy Grayson and you could count the number of times you had actually seen him at the station on one hand. Thankfully this happened to be one of those times because you had run out of options.

"Dick, can I get your eyes on this case? I'm been staring at these files for hours and can't find the pattern. Yeah, they've obviously got a type. But that's not enough to go on."

Dick briefly runs through the file before staring blankly up at you. "You can't be serious, right? You need to take yourself off this case."

"People are dying, Dick." You had already assumed you would get some pushback from the star detective.

"I can't let you go after this guy. You're an exact match to all 5 people they've killed." Dick attempted to reason with you, to no avail.

"Then I'm the exact person who should go after this guy. Rather it be me than some civilian." Finally, Dick relented and gave you some useful information.

"Well…everyone was taken near an abandoned subway line." He takes out a highlighter and marks up the map. You tried to mask your nervousness as the bright yellow line stopped a block from your apartment.

"Thanks…I didn't even notice that." He nodded, still apprehensive about giving you the information, as he handed the file back to you. Tucking the papers away, you decided to finish up the research at home. 

As you sauntered home, you were barely able to keep your eyes open. Stopping at the crosswalk, you noticed a man staring at you in your peripheral vision. You swore he was the same man from five blocks ago. Surely you were just paranoid…right? You began weaving in and out of the crowd, making a complete circle back to the crosswalk. Yet there he was in the corner of your eye. This wasn't paranoia. This was real. You pulled your phone out of your pocket and pressed Dick's contact card.

"Hey, uhm…remember that case we were talking about today?"

"You mean literally 20 minutes ago? Yeah, I remember."

A nervous chuckle escaped your lips, "Well you were probably right." Dick could hear the shakiness in your voice.

"He's following you, isn't he?"

Your current situation momentarily left your mind as the words tumbled out of your mouth, bypassing the brain. "How the fuck could you possibly know that?!"

"Don't go home. I'm coming to get you." You wanted to plead with him to stay on the line, but your stubbornness got the best of you. Slowing your pace, you attempted to stay in the crowd and walked straight. How was Dick even going to find you? As soon as the thought danced across your mind, there he was, as if you summoned him from thin air.

"Y/N!" The familiar voice called out from the street. A deep sigh of relief flooded over you as you trotted over to him. Crawling on the back of the motorcycle, you didn't bother asking where he was taking you. Anywhere was better than here.

**

"Wow. Just wow." Dick shook his head in awe as he climbed off the bike, ushering you into the apartment building.

"It's not like I planned it." You tried to force the uneasiness from your voice.

"Right, of course not. You realize he had to have been following you for days now, right? He knows where you live. You can't go back there." You hadn't really thought about that, yet where were you supposed to go? You looked at him pensively, unable to form a proper sentence. "Looks like you're staying here then." The alacrity of the statement caught you off guard.

"I can't just --"

"Right right. So let's go antagonize the serial killer. Genius." The sheer amount of sarcasm took you aback, this was a completely different side of the infamous Dick Grayson than you were used to.

You glared at him as he opened the door to his apartment. "So dramatic…besides, someone has to stop him. He's already after me, so I'm the perfect bait."

Dick's eyes went wide. He looked at you like you had three heads before bellowing, "ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOT!"

"Do you have a better plan?" Part of you hoped he would begin rattling off some convoluted trap. One that didn't hold your life in the balance.

"Well…not yet. But I'm sure we can think of something. Give me a few days."

**

A few days came and went and you were losing your mind in Dick's apartment. The worst part was, you were never alone. Dick or one of his family members was always by your side. You weren't quite sure how some 14-year-old kid was supposed to do anything if said serial killer showed up, but Dick was insistent.

Finally, you caught a break. Jason, your latest babysitter got called away on some emergency and Dick wouldn’t be home for another hour. Of course, Jason informed you to tell Dick he left just moments ago, which actually worked in your favor. You dialed Captain Holt on your phone and began to strategize. The captain wasn't keen on using you for bait either, but eventually, you swayed him. Everything was planned to take place tomorrow afternoon, a time Dick just so happened to be testifying in court.

"Y/N?" The confusion spread across Dick's face as he opened the door.

"I'm here!" You called out from the bedroom before stepping into sight.

"Where's Jason?"

"Oh, family emergency. But he left like two minutes ago. Nothing to worry about."

"Okay…" Dick didn't sound convinced.

"I also got a call from the captain today. He wants to meet with me tomorrow at 2." You tried to play it off as a casual request, but you knew it wouldn't be that simple.

"What? Why? We still haven't caught the psychopath…plus I have court tomorrow."

"Dick, I'll be in a police station. You can drop me off on your way."

Dick let out an exasperated sigh, "Fine. But I don't like it."

**

You were absolutely terrified, but you tried your best not to let it show through. After all, you asked for this. Dick still seemed uneasy, even as he dropped you off at the precinct. You wondered if he could tell something was wrong. Though there wasn't much he could do at this point, considering he was due in court by noon.

"Y/N. Are you sure about this?" Captain Holt questioned as you walked into his office.

"No. But something needs to be done. This guy doesn't just give up. So either I'm bait and we have a chance at catching him, or I die a horrific death for no reason. Not the best of options."

Holt nodded in understanding, "Well everything is set up. We have snipers in position around the perimeter of your apartment and a dozen plain-clothed in the vicinity."

"So hopefully we have a chance. What about near the abandoned subway entrance? That's how Dick thinks he's staying out of sight."

"Covered. We are ready to go on your command. Though I still think Detective Grayson should be informed of the plan."

"He's in court. So he couldn't help out anyways. The fewer people that know, the better. Let's move."

**

You arrived at your apartment without any issues, though you could feel a million pairs of eyes on you. With everyone watching you, it would be hard to notice one more face. Nevertheless, you persisted, attempting to go about your day in your apartment. The apartment that now seemed so foreign to you, though you had only been unexpectedly ripped from it a week ago.

As the day went on you began to feel more and more lightheaded. Normally, you would chalk it up to stress, but given the situation, you decided otherwise.

"Captain…"

"There is still no sign of him," he ignored the strain in your voice.

"I think…he's already…here." A crashing sound was left ringing through the earpiece.

"I want everyone on her position now! Get me a visual!" Captain Holt's booming voice commanded those around him. "Where are my snipers?!" An eerie silence crept over the line. "Shit." He mumbled before pulling out his phone. The dial tone appeared to mock him until finally the other end picked up.

"What happened?" The stringent words reverberated in the air.

"He has her."

"Goddammit. How did he get her out of the precinct?" Dick didn't wait for an answer. "Because she wasn't in the precinct. How could you let her be bait? You've seen what this guy does!" The anger was bubbling up inside him. Out of everyone, why you. Why did he have to go after you?

"I know."

"How long? HOW LONG HAS HE HAD HER?!" Two cops turned towards Captain Holt as Dick's voice echoed from the speaker.

"About a minute. From her apartment." As soon as the word left his lips, the line went dead. Holt buried his head in his hands. If there was any hope of finding her, it was Dick Grayson.

**

You woke up in a cold, dark, concrete room. "Well, guess that didn't work out as planned…" You mumbled to yourself, or so you thought.

"Really? You thought a bunch of cops in blue jeans could stop me? I've been hunting you for months. Along with the others.  But you. You were my challenge. I memorized everything about you. Your favorite breakfast, your confidants, what time you call your family. Lovely little folks, by the way. And then you thought you could hideaway in that pathetic little Richard Grayson's apartment. The only reason I didn't take you then is because I didn't want to. What kind of challenge would that be? That would have diminished everything!" He carefully stepped around your chair, weaving your hair in and out of his fingers, until he turned to face you. "But now, here you are! My masterpiece! My coup d'etat!" His lips forced their way to yours. "Don't worry, my sweet. I'll take my time with you. After all, the grand finale demands perfection!" The crazed man turned on his heel and sauntered out of the room, leaving you with your own horrific thoughts.

It felt like hours had gone by before he returned. When he walked in, his eyes went immediately to your wrists and fingernails, which were now bloodied beyond recognition. "Now I wish you hadn't done that. Blood does not make for a spectacular fossilization." He walked around and surveyed the damage. "I guess it was to be expected though. After all, it wouldn't be fun without the challenge."

"You know, you keep saying that this is some big challenge, yet you gassed me and then tied me up. That doesn't seem like you are really challenging yourself."

"Simple-minded fool! Challenges are not always those of brute force. It took planning and timing to get you here. Those 4 snipers set up on the surrounding roofs? Had to get them out of the way. A delay in your communication device? Truly a necessity. And though you had the foresight to add a few men to the abandoned subway tunnel, they neglected to surveil the associated maintenance hatches. So you see, your perfect encapsulation proves to be quite the…" You noticed a slight furrow of his brow as the sentence broke. "Challenge. Now to finish preparing the resin!" Off he galloped, but you swore something was off. A slight change in his mood.

You heard several loud bangs before your captor fell backward through the door. Nightwing loomed over his grisly body. Then his eyes shot up towards you.

"I'm okay." The words were forced from your throat. With those two small words, Nightwing glared down towards the man and began throwing punch after punch. "STOP! Please!" You screamed out the words, shocked at the vigilante's ferocity. Nightwing's eyes slowly shifted towards you. It was as if a twinge of pain ran its way through his body as he crept towards you. Once close enough, his hands carefully cradled your face until finally, he spoke.

"I don't know what I would have done without you. Why did you do something so stupid?" You could tell he wanted to say the words out of anger, yet a euphoric aura surrounded them instead.

Still confused, you began to answer as he unbound your wrists and ankles. "He wasn't going to give up. This was our chance to catch him…"

"I would've found another way!" The words burst out of him louder than expected. Nightwing let out a sigh as he helped you out of the chair.

"Alright, Dick, I'm sorry." You glanced at him for a reaction...nothing. Worried he didn't hear you, you pushed the point further. "Guess I should be glad you weren't in court long."

Dick stopped in his tracks, finally realizing his mistake. "I…uh…left early." As the two of you got outside, there were a dozen cop cars already swarming the area. Two of the officers came up to meet you.

"Detective! Are you alright? What happened?!" The first began to raddle off questions, but Dick quickly deflected.

"You can find out later. I'm taking her to the hospital. Your man is inside, unconscious."

"I can still talk ya'know…" You mumbled as the officer ran off to inform the others of the new information.

"Yeah, but then you'd try to convince me not to take you to the hospital. And that's not going to happen. But don't worry, the captain is on his way there now. You'll get to regale the entire course of events with him."

It was almost scary how well he knew you. "You'll stay too?" The simple question caused an oversize grin to spread across his face, but all he did was simply nod.