#I didn't create these posts just so I can have my eyes bleed and my brain atrophy at some of the dumbest takes I've ever seen IN GENERAL

[sysig]

One better (Patreon)

[molinaesque]

You know that popular text post that talked about how annoying it is when people reblog posts that's obviously in celebration for those particular things, just to shit all over it because it's already got a ton of notes so they're using it to piggy back off of it instead of just creating their own damn posts where they can dump all their negativity and bullshit on it? Yeah, I FEEL that post right now.

[sanyu-thewitch05]

Yandere Bully x F! Reader

Forgot to post this to Tumblr, but this was requested by ElinaHiganbana on Wattpad.

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TW: Noncon, dubcon, eating disorder, vomit, fatphobia, disturbing body descriptions, hair pulling, impregnation, degradation.

Today will be a good day. You won't feel like a piece of shit again. You can get through the day.

That's what you say to get through the day. It usually doesn't prove true, but you somehow manage to stay alive.

"Hey, Shamu! When is your fatass going to skip the gym again?" Kory, the boy responsible for your misery, yells, making his friends laugh.

You've been wearing your old clothes that are extremely baggy to cover up the sad state of your body. It feels weird having so much space between the clothing and your skin. Unfortunately, they don't help cover up the feeling of nausea. You run to the nearest bathroom and throw up stomach bile.

You can make it through the day. There are only eight more hours left.

You get up and walk to your first class, Calculus. By the time it's over, you barely remember what you learned. After moving through the rest of the day like a zombie, throwing up your lunch, you shuffle into the girl's changing room for the gym. You ignore the concerned and scared looks the other girls give you as you take off your shirt and pants. Admittedly, you know your body is a wreck. You can even see the veins that are supposed to be hidden by the skin on your arm. Unfortunately, your ass and chest have a bit more to go, but thankfully your boobs went from Gs to Cs. But it makes you feel good knowing Kory would have to create a new insult when you're nothing but skin and bone.

When you walk out of the changing room and go into the gym, your body bubbles with anticipation for Kory to see your body and think of something to say. You're perfect now. All of that fat has been shed to your liking. The gym is silent, and everyone is staring at you. You imagine spotlights pointing at you, and something deep inside you makes you walk with pride you shouldn't be feeling. Well, that is until you bump into your bully Kory. Your eyes meet his, and you swear you could see amazement flash between his brown eyes.

"Y/N, what happened to you?" Kory asks, his brown eyes looking all over your body.

"I don't know, but I don't feel hungry anymore," You reply, your cracked lips bleeding from just you smiling.

"Get away from me, you disgusting freak," Kory says, shoving you to the ground.

You fall and swear you could hear your heart shatter.

Why didn't he call you something else?

He didn't call you something else because you're so big and disgusting.

You're so disgusting, you attention whore.

Your eyes shift to the white ceiling, and suddenly, your vision gets enveloped in white. If this is what death feels like, it feels so warm and nice, like you're swaddled in the first blanket you ever touched as a baby.

~~~~~~~~~

When you wake up, you're underneath the covers of someone's bed sheets. They smell like men's body spray, B.O., and sex. You wanna throw up, but someone puts a hand over your mouth, stopping you.

"If you throw up on my bed, I swear I'm going to ruin your ass," Kory growls, glaring at you. "How long has it been since you ate a meal?"

You stay silent and look away, not wanting to spill your guts.

"Since you wanna try and play games with me, I'll just punish you until you answer me," Kory says, aggressively pulling your hair and forcing your head to go up. "How long has it been since you ate a meal?"

"Two weeks," You croak, earning a kiss on the neck from Kory.

"Good girl," Kory replies, letting go of your hair and pulling down his sweatpants. "I know it'll take time for you to eat full meals again, so why don't we start slow."

Before you even have a chance to say anything, his hand is grabbing your hair again and shoving his cock into your mouth. You choke on his length as he forces you to take all of it.

"Did you really think I was going to help your pathetic ass without me getting some pleasure from it?" Kory groans, thrusting his hips as you choke on his cock. "Jesus, you useless piece of bones, breathe through your nose."

You do as he says through the tears, hoping he takes mercy on you. He bobs your head more and more until your whimpers are taken over by the sounds of you sucking his cock.

"I'm going to cum in your mouth, and you're going to swallow it. Don't even attempt to make a run for the toilet to throw up, or else I'll fill up all of you with cum," Kory says, riding through his high as he presses your head harder to make sure you don't lift your head until he's done.

Kory cums into your mouth, and you feel it go straight to the back of your throat and to your stomach.

"Haha, great, now there's some calories in your stomach," Kory laughs, pushing you onto your back as he takes off your pants. "Now I get to eat you out."

You try to close your legs, but Kory forces them open.

"Just for that, I'm going to finger you instead," Kory says, getting up and holding one of your legs open.

With his other hand, he puts three fingers in and immediately fingers you with speed. You try not to let out any moans, but the minute Kory sticks his whole entire fist in, you lose it.

"Ah, fuck, Kory, faster!" You moan, making Kory laugh at you.

"Aw, is my Little Bunny not in control of her body? You wanted my attention so bad, didn't you?" Kory mocks, laughing at your hands, unbuttoning your shirt to get to your boobs.

"Yes, yes, yes!" You scream, making Kory laugh at you more. "Please, make me cum!"

Kory laughs and kisses you on the lips.

"Tell me when you're cumming, Bunny," Kory whispers in your ear, licking your neck.

"I'm going to cum, Kory! I'm going to cum right now!" You moan, wrapping your arms around Kory's bare back.

Kory takes his hand out of your pussy and flips you over.

"No!" You whine, missing the high you were feeling.

"Don't worry, Bunny. I told you I was going to help you," Kory says, grabbing your hair while his other hand is on your ass. "You're going to get big and pretty again just for me."

Kory starts thrusting into you while pulling your hair, and you eventually lose yourself.

"Harder! Harder, Kory!" You moan, making him chuckle.

Both of your bodies become sweaty, and the sound of skin slapping together becomes more frequent. Even the bed is shaking like there's an Earthquake happening.

"I'm about to cum, baby!" Kory yells, tightening his grip on your hair.

"AUGH! Me too!" You scream, a knot forming in your stomach.

Kory yanks your hair hard as he cums into your pussy. You cum onto his dick and scream as an orgasm ravages you. Kory lays on top of your chest and leaves a hickey on your neck.

"If you ever think about starving yourself or throwing up any food you eat ever again, I'll shove food down your throat myself. Only I get to degrade you, Bunny," Kory threatens, keeping a tight grip on your arm. "Now, relax, and I'll get you breakfast."

"How did I even get here?" You ask, rubbing Kory's head of straight black hair.

"You passed out, and I took you to my house since I wanted to talk with you privately," Kory answers, leaving a trail of kisses. "Any other questions, Bunny."

"Are you going to make me drop out of college?"

"Temporarily. You're too sick to be going in this state. Don't worry, I'll take care of you, Bunny."

[niki-phoria]

So I had this idea after reading your chishiya kisses which I loved btw basically merging the first kiss and I’m here now kiss. Chishiya and reader are friends. Readers late and chishiya is worried. Reader gets back and is confused as to why he’s so worried. He confesses and instead of reader asking to have a kiss like the first kiss one it’s actually chishiya who asks. Hopefully this makes sense I had no other idea on how to explain it.

he's so <33 i love him made a pinterest board dedicated to nijiro bc the gender envy is so bad lmao

pairing: chishiya x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 968

warnings: slightly ooc chishiya ?? idk i tried, mentions of blood/stitches, blushy chishiya, this is dumb but i hate when ppl write reader blushing bc i don't blush and it always takes me out of the story maybe i'm just salty

chishiya's types of kisses post

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i didn't really focus on chishiya being worried so i changed it to him taking care of reader and then he confesses. this idea is really cute, i love it. i hope you enjoy :))

requests open !! read my rules first

chishiya’s hands feel warm against your skin as he cups your cheeks. his eyes carefully scan each part of your face. each new bruise, cut, and scar is noted under his watchful eye. 

you remain silent as he moves his hand to trace against your jawline before he lifts it to your lip. his thumb gently swipes against the newly formed cut on your bottom lip you hadn’t realized was bleeding until he wipes away a small patch of blood from his skin. 

“you’re hurt,” chishiya finally whispers. his voice is quiet. soft. it’s a tone you don’t hear from him often. it only shines through in small moments like these when you’re completely alone. a million thoughts are running through his mind. you can see it in the way his eyebrows furrow ever so slightly and the small downturned edges of his lips. 

you bring a hand up to hold his, effectively breaking chishiya out of his internal debate. “i’m fine,” you whisper. 

“you’re bleeding.” 

“barely.” 

“just…” chishiya sighs, brushing his knuckles against your cheek. you wince a little at the small spark of pain that stems from the light pressure against your freshly formed bruise. “let me take care of you.” 

your protests die on your tongue when chishiya brushes away a splotch of blood from your jawline. there’s an unreadable look in his eyes when you look back into them. something about him is begging, nearly pleading - please let me take care of you. 

“okay,” you nod. 

you let chishiya wrap his arm around your waist to support you as he guides you back towards the beach’s basement. the metal table you sit on is cold underneath your touch. goosebumps raise along the exposed skin on your arms and legs. 

chishiya sets a variety of medical supplies on the table next to you. he pauses, seemingly debating for a second before fully unzipping his jacket and slipping the fabric around your shoulders. you stare at him in surprise as he turns his attention back to the bruises and cuts littering your body. even in the dim lighting you can see a light flush spreading onto his ears. 

he pulls his hair back into a messy ponytail behind his head before he begins by pressing an alcohol soaked towel against a scrape on your knee. you flinch at the sudden pain, letting out a small hiss. “sorry,” chishiya whispers. you shake your head, forcing yourself to relax and let him clean your wounds. 

chishiya works quickly, carefully bandaging each cut and bruise as he works his way up your body. his hands are gentle and efficient as he cares for you. a patch of blood seeping through his jacket catches his attention. it’s flowing from your shoulder, creating a deep red stain against the white fabric. 

“did you cut your arm?” 

“oh,” you turn, shifting your body to be able to see the wound yourself. “sorry. i didn’t notice it earlier.” 

chishiya silently peels his jacket away before helping you push your arm out of the sleeve of your shirt. he pushes it out of the way enough to give him access to the wound. he presses a clean part of the towel against it, watching as blood quickly seeps through to the other side. “it’s deep,” he mumbles. “you need stitches.” 

you watch as he searches through the supplies to find a needle and some thread. “you know how to give stitches?” 

“yeah.” his hands are gentle as he begins. it hurts less than you were expecting, though you’ve never needed stitches before. you only know he’s finished when he throws the needle away as carefully as he can before pressing a bandage against your back so it covers the wound. 

“thank you,” you whisper as you carefully readjust your shirt. chishiya simply hums, pulling his jacket back up over your shoulder. 

you’re face to face with him when he walks back over to stand in front of you. “y/n,” his voice is quiet; almost like he’s too scared to say the words he desperately wants to. chishiya raises his hand to cup your face again. this time, it doesn’t hurt when he strokes his thumb against your cheek. “can i kiss you?” 

a moment of silence passes between you before you nod. your eyes flick from his deep brown ones to his lips. you lean in just enough so your noses are nearly touching before chishiya finally leans in fully to pull you into a sweet kiss. 

his lips feel softer than they look. no amount of imaging could ever compare to this moment. you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him back in for another short kiss when he pulls away. the blush on his face has deepened, now spreading to his cheeks. “i love you,” he whispers. “i don’t know what i’d do without you.” 

you can’t help yourself, tugging him back into another kiss. it’s deeper this time. you only pull away when you need air. “i love you too.” 

chishiya smiles, leaning in again. you can’t help but smile against his lips as well, keeping him close to you as you press a million tiny little kisses against the exposed skin of his neck and shoulders. he laughs at the ticklish feeling, wrapping his arms around your waist. 

you cling to chishiya, leaning back enough to see his face fully. you’re smiling at each other in the darkness of the beach’s basement. a warm feeling of love settles itself into your chest. it’s a familiar feeling - one you only ever get around chishiya. 

“i love you so much,” you whisper. 

“not as much as i love you.” he leans down to press a kiss against your forehead with another sweet smile. “come on, let’s go to bed.” 

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

I have a prompt request because I always want some Adamsapple angst and hurt/comfort. I was reading the posts about Adam having a miscarriage and I was thinking about him having his first miscarriage. Since he probably never saw Eve have one he would probably be scared when it happens to him and he becomes devastated when Lucifer explains what happened since he saw it happen to Lilith many times before Charlie was successfully born. All Lucifer can do is comfort poor Adam while cries over the baby he lost.

"How could this happen? This has never happened." Adam whispered these words to himself over and over as he was sat on his bed, knees pulled to his chest. He was currently wearing a baggy shirt and sweat pants, about an hour ago him and Lucifer got back from the hospital.

Adam had been bleeding a lot, so much so it was cause for concern. Lucifer rushed him to the ER only to find out that he was having a miscarriage.

That word shook Adam to his core. He wasn't so naive that he didn't know what it was, he's heard of people having them.

Eve never had one, why would he? Adam was literally created to make babies, it was his god given purpose in life and now apparently in death too.

If he couldn't even do the one thing he was meant to do right, what good was he?

The doctor tried to tell him that it was perfectly normal for something like this to happen so early on. Adam didn't take in the words, all he could think about was the baby he lost.

It didn't matter if it was the size of a grape, there was a heartbeat. And now that heartbeat is gone, he feels hollow now.

His womb was going through cramps, trying to go back to normal size. Just another cruel reminder.

A sob escaped Adam, he wanted his baby back.

Lucifer quietly entered their bedroom, he had been taking care of the kids they do have getting them lunch. He took the opportunity to make something for Adam in hopes he would eat.

When Apple asked him where her mama was, all Lucifer told her was that Adam wasn't feeling well and needed time to feel better.

He told Charlie the truth though. She was heartbroken for her dad and Adam. She volunteered herself and Vaggie to watch Apple and Lily for the rest of the day so he could be there for Adam.

Lucifer set the plate of food down on the night stand and moved to the other side of the bed. The sight of Adam like this stabbed him in the heart. It brought back memories from when him and Lilith went through this.

He removed his hat, shoes, and coat before crawling on the bed and wrapping an arm around Adam. "Love, is there anything I can do for you?" There was nothing worse than the one you love being in pain and you can do nothing about it.

Adam sobbed harder and buried his face in Lucifer's chest. "Turn back time."

"I would if I could, love. I'd do anything to take this pain away from you." Lucifer placed a kiss in his husband's hair holding him close. "Lilith lost hundreds of babies before we had Charlie."

"I'm not her."

"No you're not, thank god. But what I'm getting at, is the doctor is right these things happen. It doesn't mean you did anything wrong."

"But I-"

"Adam, my love, there is so much more to you than just being a baby making machine. You are funny, musically inclined, witty, the list goes on. I love you for all of you." Lucifer cupped his face. "We have been blessed with two daughters of our own, if we are meant to have more we will. If not...... Then that's fine by me. I want you."

Adam gave him a wobbly smile, eyes still full of tears and red. "I love you, Luci."

"I love you, too, hun. You feel like watching a movie? Even if it's just background noise." Lucifer offered.

"Will you stay?"

"I'm not going anywhere, my love."

[royaltyoon]

JOHAN SEONG X READER

Hateful confessions

[A/N]

Ik I'm supposed to have deactivated this blog but I really couldn't get myself to. This isn't a promise that I'll come back but I really really missed lookism and my favorite boy. And definitely my mutuals who i apologise to, for not keeping in touch :( it's so overwhelming to post on here after like a whole year

Tw: mentions of blood/injury

"you're hurt"

"i know" he said, looking nowhere in particular

"you're bleeding." It was more of an observation rather than a statement.

"what makes you think that I wouldn't know." He said looking straight at you with both brows furrowed. "You think I would willingly come to you if I had no work for you?" He said matter-of-factly.

"you're being a bitch, Johan." You rolled your eyes, what an insufferable dumbass, you crossed your hands looking at him accusingly. "I learnt from the best." He quiped. "Are you finally admitting that I have an influence over you?" You scoff, pushing back your shoulders in pride.

He paused for a second and then sighed "you annoy me." He said shaking his head. "Well you are always free to go ask other people for help." You shrug, obviously not meaning it but that's just the way you two converse.

"if there was anyone willing to patch me up for free, trust me, i would." He said walking past you, flicking you slightly on the forehead. "I don't believe that even a little." You point at a stool indicating for him to take a seat.

"What makes you think you're that important for me to not replace you?" He huffs while taking a seat.

"take your shirt off." You order, ignoring his question. He tilts his head up to look at you for a little more than a second. "What if I say no." You couldn't believe the audacity of this dude.

"Die of blood loss then, I don't care." You spat, crossing your hands yet again. He's really testing the limits of how patient one can be. "I don't believe that even a little." He said using your words against you while using a tone which only made you want to create more damage than repair to him.

"what reason could there possibly be that I won't let you die for being so insufferable right now?" He only shrugs at it, "the same reason you think I wouldn't replace you with someone else." You knew he was aiming in the dark and yet he hit Bullseye.

Through gritted teeth and the most sarcastic voice you could manage to bring out , " Please take your shirt off, your highness." Words left your mouth sounding like venom but he smiled as if poison has no effect on him.

He just huffed a satisfied response while zipping down his jumper. You inhale sharply "How can you act like a total piece of shit with an injury like that. Do you have a death wish? A little more time spent and you'd have actually bled to death." You said looking at the narly gash at the side of his abdomen.

"Is that concern i suspect in your voice?" He asks halfheartedly. "Johan, if your life is in my hands you know that I can make it worse right?" You glare at him but let it slide, kneeling down in front of him paying more attention to the injury than the man who has it.

You feel his gaze on you. "What?" You asked still tending to the injury. He shakes his head looking away. "I liked you better in the beginning when you didn't say much. You talk a lot now. It's annoying" He said it in a monotonous voice, absolutely expressionless. For that, you not so discreetly pushed a little too hard on his cut, causing him to grunt.

"you did that on purpose, didn't you?" He hisses. Of course you did. "i have no idea what you're talking about" you just smiled at him. "I prefer you back in the beginning too, i thought the worst you could do is death glares but then you opened your mouth and that was a whole 'nother type of hell." He chuckles at that, throwing his head back slightly. You notice a small cut of his forehead.

"I would normally not take it nicely if anyone else said something like that, you were always so full of yourself. I wonder why I don't feel the need to be angry at it with you." He said a little in thought. Making an observation on himself. "Don't get too comfortable" you raised one side of your lip into a smirk. "I can be a whole lot annoying. Stick around more and you'll find out." You say finally patching up the cut on his side. It was not as bad as it looked. "I plan on it." He mumbles but he speaks before you can make sense of it.

"i can be a whole lot more insufferable" he said challengingly. At times it feels like everything with him is a competition. At that you just shake your head slightly, reaching to push his hair back.

He flinches and moves a little back, catching your wrist before you could reach his hair. "what are you doing?" He says looking at you, now slightly closer than before.

"You have a cut on your forehead." He looked at you for a few seconds before turning his eyes elsewhere and dropping his hand down. He refused to meet your eyes after that. You bend a little to get a better view on the cut. It didn't go unnoticed by you the way he was clenching his jaw. He never really liked anyone breaching his personal space, that was the only conclusion you came to.

"Have you not gone for a hair cut recently?" He knew you were secretly asking if he visited his mom. "No." The answer came a little too quickly. "You should go get one. I know how important a haircut is for you." You angled his face to look at yours.

It was quiet for a few seconds. He looked at your eyes, holding your gaze "I hate how you know so much about me. And I hate myself that I don't regret telling it to you." You smiled, it was genuine this time. You turned to keep the first aid box on the table. "I could say the same."

A voice of the stool against the floor was heard, indicating he stood up. "I hate a lot of things." He said taking a step towards you. "I hate how I have to ask you for help." Another step. " I don't min- "I hate that sometimes during a fight I let a few punches hit me because it means I get to come here. " Another step closer.

"I hate that I want to hear you speak, I want you to annoy me. I hate that I don't feel like hating you. I hate that I can't get rid of you, I hate that I don't want to get rid of you." He was just a few inches away from you.

"i hate that I used to consider you a friend. Now I hate that you're just a friend." His index finger reaches your chin pushing it up to look at him. "I want to say I hate you, but I can't and I hate myself for that." His hand slid under your ear. "And I will probably hate myself more after this." And his lips landed on yours.

It took you a second to register it all before you reciprocated the action, pulling him closer by his shirt. He moaned against your lips as a reaction and slightly pushed you against the table, leaning against it.

"God, how much I hate that I let myself not hate you."

"just because you don't hate me anymore doesn't mean I don't hate you. I do." You tried hiding your red face behind the facade of hating him.

Johan just scoffed, "I don't believe that even a little."

[the-cult-of-russo]

Just Beneath The Flames (Part 1)

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Warnings: cursing, smut at some point probably lmao, zombie shit, typical canon violence. You know the drill.

A/N: Soooo, I wanted to do a zombie AU for a long ass time. What can I say? I wrote for the walking dead fandom for yeeears lmao. Anyway, the first scene came to me and I just started writing. No idea where it's going or if it's gonna be good, but I guess we'll see lol

I told myself I wouldn’t post this until it was finished but as I’m writing this author note, I’m just starting chapter 7 and I have no idea how far this will go and I’ve been dying to post this lmao. I figured I’d start posting it and see what happens but after these 6 chapters are posted that I’ve already written up (I’ll post one a day), there might be some delays and stuff. I can’t promise chapters after that will be consistently everyday as I’ll be writing it. I’ll do my best. I posted Poetic Tragedy as I went too and all the kind words people left really encouraged me and inspired me to keep going.

Name of this one is from the song of the same name by Digital Daggers.

We were kings and queens of bedlam

We were happy to exist,

In discomfort we’d created

Though we dreamed of more than this

We had embers in our bloodlines

Iron lungs beneath our skin

Though our hearts were barely beating

We were bleeding out within

We’re at a stalemate,

Begging for the earth to shake,

Wondering if the winds will change

And blow us all away,

We are in the dark age

Tell me it was worth the pain,

Will the wild winds sing again

And blow us all away?

Or will we stay

Everything the same?

Oooh, stay,

Just beneath the flames

Just beneath the flames

We were wary of the future

How the days drew on and on,

With our eyes so widely open,

Tried to see where we’d gone wrong.

We were bold and we were brazen

But grew timid over time,

In our fear we lost direction,

And our dreams left us behind,

We’re at a stalemate,

Begging for the earth to shake,

Wondering if the winds will change

And blow us all away

We are in the dark age

Tell me it was worth the pain,

Will the wild winds sing again

And blow us all away?

Or will we stay

Everything the same?

Oooh, stay,

Waiting for a change,

Oooh stay,

Just beneath the flames

Just beneath the flames

—------

You crouched low, hiding in the shadows as you darted from one tree to another. The forest was bathed in darkness, the only light coming from the campfire that was calling you like a moth to the flame. Either these people were stupid or they were really sure of themselves. You'd never declare your whereabouts like this. You were hiding behind a tree, eyeing up the campsite. There were two women quietly talking among themselves, two children asleep next to them. There was a stocky man with short hair poking at the fire, a man with longer and messier hair beside him as he spoke in a hushed tone. There was a man with a darker complexion asleep not too far from the women and he had two guys next to him. One also had longer hair and he was slightly bigger than the more slender man next to him. The slender man's eyes never seemed to land on anything as he smiled and spoke to the other man. You wondered if he was blind but you couldn't be sure. You weren't too bothered with the people though. What drew your attention, what brought you here to begin with, were the crates of tins and other various foods. Your stomach growled like one of the dead as you stared at your prize, trying to figure out the best way of going about this without getting caught. They didn't just have food, they had weapons too. You wondered what was also in the black van parked on the road just outside the treeline. That was the first sign people were here and then you'd seen the light of the fire. 

You adjusted your scarf and was just about to move when you felt something feeling suspiciously like a gun being pressed to the back of your head.

"Don't fuckin' move," a voice growled and you felt your heart stutter. You'd sworn to yourself you wouldn't rob people again after the last time but you'd been desperate. Your hand inched ever so slowly to the knife strapped to your thigh but then the gun pressed even harder against your head.

"Don't even think about it," he hissed.

"You really gonna use that thing? It's just ringing the dinner bell for the dead," you muttered plainly, your body tense as your eyes darted around. You weren't sure how you were getting out of this one and memories swarmed your mind at a rapid rate. 

"We'd be long gone by then, but your body will still be warm enough for 'em to wanna bite," the man murmured darkly as he grabbed your arm and yanked you to your feet. He whistled sharply then and you jumped slightly, body tensing even more when the group looked over, some of them coming to see what was going on. The stocky man who had been poking the fire came right over to you, his face hard and cold as he drew his own gun. 

"Who the fuck are you?" He asked harshly.

"That's really none of your business now, is it?" You snapped. You couldn't help it, not when you were backed into a corner like this. Not when you had guns on you. The man from behind you moved around you then, moving to stand with the other man, his gun still trained on you. He was tall, his dark hair somehow neat and slicked back. But his eyes were almost black and the fire in them made you turn away from him.

"Why are you here?" The stocky man asked, glaring at you so hard you were surprised you didn't burst into flames. You shifted where you stood, uncomfortable under this scrutiny and unsure of your fate.

"I was gonna rob some food," you muttered honestly.

"I call bullshit," the man with the dark eyes scoffed.

"Where's your group?" The other man pressed, narrowing his eyes. 

"I don't have one," you bit out.

"You really expect us to believe that? That you're out here all on your own and doin' just fine?" The dark-eyed man laughed incredulously.

"I wouldn't say fine, but I'm still breathing if that counts," you glowered at him.

"Nah, I don't believe this bullshit," the man huffed, turning to a blonde woman who was hovering near the other man.

"Go get Matt, get him to do his heartbeat thing," he instructed, making her nod and scurry back off to the camp.

"The heartbeat thing?" You asked slowly. He turned back to you then with a dark smirk.

"Let's just say we got a human lie detector," he grinned patronizingly.

"Great, then he can tell you that you're an asshole who's wrong," you smiled back, just as patronizingly. His eyes narrowed to slits as he rolled his shoulder. The blonde came back then with a man, the one you suspected was blind. You were even more sure with your observation at the way he didn't quite look at you as he stood with the other men.

"We need you to do your thing, Red. See if she's lyin'," the stocky man muttered, his untrusting eyes going from the man back to you. 

"You're scared," the maybe blind man stated, tilting his head a little. You guessed he was using whatever mojo he had to listen to your heart beat like a hummingbird's wings. 

"She should be," the dark-eyed man scoffed, earning a small smack to the stomach from the stocky man who gave him a look. 

"I have guns pointed at me, I'd be stupid not to be scared," you pointed out sardonically. 

You watched as the stocky man and the blind one looked at each other, or at least seemed to before the blind one nodded. 

"Why are you here?" The stocky man asked once again. You rolled your eyes, shifting where you stood.

"I haven't eaten in four days and I saw your van on the road. I followed the light of your fire and saw you had food. I was going to take some," you explained monotonously. The blind man's head was tilted and then he 'glanced' at the stocky man.

"She's telling the truth," he said quietly.

"Do you have a group?" The stocky man asked, looking at you a little more curious than hostile and you wondered if he was starting to realize you weren't a threat. 

"No," you muttered, feeling a wave of pain hit you in the chest. 

"She's being honest," the blind man murmured with a nod. The stocky man nodded thoughtfully and you shot a condescending smirk to the dark-eyed man who just glared at you. 

"You rob groups like this often?" The stocky man asked you and you shook your head with a frown. 

"I only do it if I'm desperate, the last time was three months ago but after that… " you trailed off, the urge to touch your throat stinging you but your hands stayed at your side since the guns were still pointed your way.

"Are they the ones that left the scar?" The blind man asked softly, his voice sounding apologetic. Your head whipped to him, shock coloring your face. You blinked at him slowly and he shot you an almost sheepish smile as he looked down. 

"Look, I wasn't gonna hurt anyone, okay? I was just hungry and desperate and you looked like you had more than enough. Just let me leave," you muttered with a frown. The stocky man lowered his gun but the dark-eyed man didn't until he got another firm look from the other man. You started to wonder if the stocky man was the leader here. The blonde woman who had been hovering once again then rushed over to the crates of food and started rummaging. 

"Karen… what the fuck are you doin'?" The dark-eyed man asked roughly.

"You heard what she said, Billy. She hasn't eaten in four days, we can at least give her something," the woman huffed, giving him a sour look as she plucked a couple of cans from the crate and a bottle of water. She rushed back over to you then with a warm smile and it made your chest ache. You really hadn't expected this. 

"Here, I hope this helps," she murmured. Your mouth floundered for a moment, unsure how to respond. It had been a long time since you'd experienced kindness from anyone, especially a stranger. 

"Uh… thanks," you muttered, slipping your backpack off your shoulders before stuffing the cans and water inside. You were starving but you'd eat once you left. You didn't really want to stick around in case they changed their mind. You slipped your backpack back on, eyes darting around the group. While yes, they'd just been pointing guns at you and interrogating you, it was understandable in this new world. But now they were letting you go and giving you some of their supplies. You didn't like feeling in debt to anyone.

"I um… since you helped me, I can give you some info to help you too," you started hesitantly. They two men were still watching you like you were a bomb about to go off. 

"What is it?" The stocky man asked warily. You licked your chapped lower lip, stuffing your hands into the pockets of your jacket. 

"There's a group around these parts and they aren't good news. You know how some people are… the living can be worse than the dead out here," you frowned. 

"They the ones that hurt you?" The stocky man asked, his tone a little softer although his body seemed more tense and on alert at your words. You nodded jerkily, trying to push the memories away. 

"I came across them a few months ago and I was starving, I needed food. They caught me trying to rob them," you muttered.

"What happened?" The stocky man asked carefully.  You sniffled, cracking your neck a little.

"These guys… they're real assholes. And I'm talking about the ‘take what you want and kill anyone in your way’ kind of assholes. There's ten or eleven of them, all armed to the teeth with guns and a shit tonne of knives. They didn't take too kindly to me trying to take what was theirs. They… they slit my throat and left me for dead," your hands clenched into fists in your pockets as a barrage of memories hit you. 

"They slit your throat?" The dark-eyed man scoffed incredulously, an amused smirk on his face like he didn't believe you. You tugged your scarf down a little, revealing the jagged scar along your throat as you quirked a brow at him and he looked away. 

"Wha- How did you survive?" The blonde gasped, blinking at you with wide eyes. 

"Let's just say the guy that did this wasn't very good with a knife," you snorted mirthlessly.

"And you were able to just walk away, stitch it back up yourself and you're fine?" The dark-eyed man asked skeptically.

"I didn't stitch it up myself, I had help," you muttered tensely.

"Thought you didn't have a group," he glowered, eyes narrowing at you.

"I don't, not anymore," you bit out and the man's mouth clamped shut. 

"Andy… he was the last in our group, we were the only ones left. He was a doctor before all this and he stitched me up the best he could," your voice was laced in pain as you hastily fixed your scarf back in place. 

"What happened to him?" The stocky man asked quietly. 

"He got bit, asked me to put him down," you swallowed thickly. You were sure the sound of that gunshot would haunt you until your dying day. 

There was a tense silence that overtook you all then and you decided it was time to duck out. Before you could leave though, the stocky man piped up again. 

"This group, any idea where they are?" He asked, a dark look in his eyes. 

"Last I saw them, they were down by the creek just east of here. They move around a lot but I keep tabs on them so I know where to avoid," you shrugged. He nodded looking deep in thought for a moment. 

"Could you show me where?" He asked after a long moment. An inelegant snort left your lips as you looked at him like he'd grown another head. 

"Didn't you hear anything I just said? These guys are kill on sight and the last time I saw them, they tried to kill me. They think I'm dead and I'd like to keep it that way," you huffed incredulously.

"I get that… I get that you're scared, but if you show me where they are, they won't be a problem for you anymore," the stocky man said as he raised a brow at you. 

"What, are you gonna take them all out? You're outnumbered and outgunned, how the hell are you gonna manage that?" You asked derisively. 

"They might have more guns and more men but we got more skill," the dark-eyed man smirked coldly. 

"So you guys wanna go on some suicide mission and just have me tag along for the fun of it?" You scoffed as you shook your head. The stocky man shared a look with the blonde woman before he took a slow step towards you. 

"How about a deal? You show us where they are and you can come with us when we're done, join the group," he offered softly. 

"Seriously, Frank?" The dark-eyed man asked hotly but he got ignored. 

"No offense, but I don't wanna join your group," you muttered. 

"Why wouldn't you? You're alone out here and struggling. You could be with us and you wouldn't have to worry," a different man frowned at you. You hadn't even noticed him come over. It was the man who had been sitting with the blind man.

"I've tried being in a group and I had to watch each person I care about get ripped apart by the dead, get murdered or slowly die from illnesses. I'm better off on my own," you said firmly, making the man look away with a frown. The stocky man moved towards you a little more, getting your attention. 

"Alright, you don't wanna join us, that's fine. How about you help us with this and you get first picks from their shit after we're done?" He offered. You mulled it around in your head for a moment. You knew those assholes had a tonne of gear and food. 

"Throw in that bow and we have a deal," you smirked, gesturing with your head to a bow you'd been admiring in the camp. It was a Mathews V3X 29/33. The dark-eyed man barked out a laugh as he shook his head. 

"Is that a joke? She's not takin' my fuckin' bow, Frank," he scoffed. He managed to look incredulous, amused and offended all at the same time. 

"There's that hunting store not too far from here, I'm sure you can get another," the blonde muttered to him in a hushed tone. He squinted at her like he was trying to set her ablaze with his mind. 

"You have any idea what kinda bow that is? They won't have this kinda thing in a shitty little hunting store," he huffed. 

"Fine, you can keep your bow. But you take me to the hunting store so I can get one," you relented, quirking your brow at the stocky man since he seemed to be the one in charge. 

"Done," he smirked. It was easier than you thought. 

You didn't really relish the thought of seeing those assholes again but you had no plans on actually participating in the fight. You'd stay well out of the way and hopefully go unnoticed, you'd get some food and some weapons out of it so you'd go along with it. You'd been due a break and maybe you were finally getting one. Being alone out here was hard but even with the offer of joining the group, you knew you had no desire to. It was just asking for bad news and getting attached to people just meant hurting when you lost them. And you always lost them because this new world was cruel. It was relieving though to know you didn't have to deal with another group of unhinged lunatics, especially since you were staying in the same area. You wondered about the possibility of trading with them. You didn't want to join them even if they did seem nice enough, but it would be good to have some sort of relationship with other people. Maybe if you needed food you could offer them something. Building relationships like this was the only way to survive this. Your old group had trading relationships with other groups until slowly the numbers dwindled to nothing. You often wondered just why you survived all the bullshit, why out of everyone, you were the last one standing. It didn't make sense yet here you were. No matter how dark things got and how morbid your thoughts turned, you always tried to push on and deal with it. You promised Andy you would before you put a bullet in his head and you owed him that at least. 

You stood around awkwardly as the two men got ready with weapons and food for the trip. The one with dark eyes had a sniper rifle with what looked to be a silencer on it. You weren't too good with guns, you didn't really like them. The blonde woman walked back over to you as the men got ready and she handed you a protein bar. 

"For the trip," she smiled. You took it gratefully with a hesitant smile of your own, still feeling a little out of place and just wanting this whole thing over with. You didn't wait to eat it though, ripping the wrapper off instantly before munching on it hungrily. You were glad for some sustenance. The cans felt like they were burning a hole through your bag but you'd wait until you had a moment alone to open them. You could never seem to get the hang of using your knife to open it, you really needed to keep your eye out for a can opener. 

"I'm Karen, by the way," the woman added. You'd almost forgotten she was there in your euphoria over finally getting some food. 

"Y/N," you supplied, earning a smile from her. She walked over to the men then who seemed like they had all their stuff ready. You were still standing at a distance from the camp as the others who were awake spoke to the men, probably murmuring their goodbyes. You watched curiously as the blonde, Karen, toyed with the stocky man's vest, which looked a lot like a bullet proof vest that you were sure he wasn't wearing before. He said something you couldn't hear to her before she leaned up and kissed him softly. You felt for them. One of them was going to die and the other would be doomed to live with that pain. It's just how things were now. 

You blew out a sigh as you waited, anxious to get going so you could leave and get on with things. You were also looking forward to going to the hunting store. You really needed a bow after you'd had to abandon your last one after your camp got overrun with the dead. The men finally walked over to you and you grabbed the straps of your backpack, adjusting it a little.

"Ready?" The stocky man asked. You nodded and the three of you set off. It was strange how well you'd learnt the lay of the land here. You weren't from St Lawrence County in New York, you'd been from the city. But when all hell broke loose, you knew being in an overpopulated city was the worst place to be. It would be the quickest way to die, or worse, get bit and turned into one of the dead. So you'd made a mad dash for your brother's apartment and the two of you took off. You’d looked at the map and tried to pick an area that was less populated, more rural. And that was how you ended up here. You’d met people along the way and slowly formed a group. But now you were the only one left. Your younger brother Sam had been the third to die. It wasn't even the dead that got him. He had a heart condition and it had been getting harder and harder to find the medication he needed. Eventually, there wasn’t any left. You swallowed thickly and tried not to think about it. Focusing on those you lost wouldn't do you any good, you always had to move on, keep pushing forward. 

It was still dark outside as the three of you moved through the trees carefully, always keeping an ear out whether that was for other people or for the dead. You had no idea how this would all play out. 

“So, you guys really think you can take all these dudes on?” you asked curiously. It had been a long time since you’d had to make conversation with anyone. You’d missed it and not missed it all at the same time. It was easy to find comfort in your loneliness, easier to look after yourself than have the burden of taking care of others too. To feel that crushing weight bear down on you when you couldn't help them and they wound up dead. But at the same time, it was hard. Being by yourself for such a long time had worn you down. You felt like you were in a vacuum. The dark-eyed man scoffed as he glanced at you.

“We don’t think it, we know it,” he wore a cocky smirk on his face but it didn't fill you with confidence. For all you knew, you were about to witness them being murdered. You wondered to yourself what you’d do if that happened. Would you go back to their group and let them know? Or would you just flee, leaving them never knowing what happened?

“Right…” you muttered, clearly sounding not very impressed. 

“We know what we’re doin’. Former Marines, Spec Ops. Not our first rodeo,” the stocky man said. While he didn’t seem cocky, he did seem confident. You nodded thoughtfully, they looked the type. The type of guys who had seen some shit and probably had to do some shit. Then again, the same could probably be said about you at this point. You didn't think there was a person walking the earth that hadn’t been through hell at this point. It was a war of a different kind. The silence came back then as you led them through the forest, making you feel slightly on edge. The stocky man also seemed not to like the silence as he broke it abruptly after a while.

“I’m Frank and this is Billy,” he muttered, looking at you and then glancing to the dark-eyed man who was apparently Billy before back at you.

“Y/N,” you replied, much like you had with Karen. 

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Y/N,” Frank said with a wry smile and you snorted lightly. 

“These assholes… they seem like they know how to handle their weapons?” Frank asked curiously. You didn't blame him, he obviously wanted as much information about the guys before he got there. 

“Well, I mean they tried to kill me and failed pretty badly, so I’m gonna guess no on that one,” you huffed, rolling your eyes a little.

“Bunch of little boys playin’ with guns and knives, thinkin’ they’re big men,” Billy growled as he shook his head.

“Basically,” you shrugged. It didn't make you feel any better though. Maybe they weren’t as skilled as the men either side of you with their weapons, but they still had more numbers and more weapons. If they fired enough times, surely a shot would land. You kept glancing at Frank as you all walked, something itching in the back of your brain before the puzzle pieces all clicked together in place.

“What?” he asked warily after you just blinked at him for a moment.

“Nothing, I just… I knew I recognized you from somewhere but I’ve only just figured it out. You're the Punisher, right?” you asked carefully. You remembered bits and pieces on the news about him. You felt sorry for him, for what happened to his family and you couldn't quite blame him for the rampage he went on. He chuckled, looking away awkwardly as he nodded.

“Yeah… that’s me,” he muttered. You started to wonder if maybe they did have a chance after all. And maybe forging some kind of trading relationship wouldn't be too bad. The Punisher was definitely someone you wanted on your side and if you ever got into trouble with another group, and you had no doubt there would be others in the future because there was always more, maybe he’d be able to help you. 

You carried on walking for a little under an hour before you slowed your pace a little, the surroundings feeling familiar as the hair on the back of your neck prickled up. The walk had been littered with small talk, mostly from Frank as his counterpart remained silent and brooding, on high alert at all times. Frank had told you the names of the people in his group, told you a little about how they all left the city. Much like you, they knew the city wasn't a good place to be and the man with shaggy hair who had been at the fire with Frank, Micro, had suggested here. 

“We close?” Billy piped up for the first time, noticing your slowing pace.

“Yeah, it's not too far,” you murmured. You tried not to let the fear creep in, your throat burning like it was cut all over again and you tugged at the scarf you wore with a frown, readjusting it. You all heard them before you saw them. You had no idea how these assholes even survived for this long as they all laughed and hollered like they were having a party. You could see a faint glow from a campfire behind the trees on the other side of the creek.

“Alright, you stay here, out of sight,” Frank said, giving you a stern look as if you even needed to be told. You weren't going any further than this. You nodded, crouching behind a tree as you watched Frank ready his gun. Billy took the sniper from his back, getting on the floor on his stomach as he set it up behind a bush for cover. Frank walked further away, crossing the creek at enough distance not to be noticed. You took a shaky breath, now behind the tree and unable to see what was going on. It made you nervous. Your eyes drifted to Billy then, his sniper at the ready, his eyes laser focused across the creek.  You weren't quite sure of their plan or how they were supposed to communicate to be in sync with one another but it didn't seem to matter. After a few beats of nothingness, the only noise coming from the assholes across the creek, Billy fired three shots in quick succession. You didn't see if they landed but the men all started yelling, no doubt scrambling for their weapons. The silencer hadn't made the shot completely soundless, it wasn't like the movies. But it was significantly quieter, enough to confuse the men about where the shots were coming from. You heard a few loud shots fired in the direction you and Billy were and you curled in on yourself, hoping the tree would protect you. But then you heard even more shots and you could only hope that Frank had joined the fray. Billy took some more shots and you covered your ears at each loud boom coming from across the creek, your eyes darting around rapidly as if waiting for the dead to descend on you all at the noise. When the shooting stopped, you hesitantly moved your hands from your ears and you heard a sharp whistle, much like the one Billy had done when he'd found you. Billy stood at the whistle, shouldering his sniper rifle. You stood on shaky legs, holding the tree for support as you looked over to Billy. He watched you with an unreadable expression for a second before gesturing with his head. He didn't spare you a word as he set off moving to cross the creek and you hurried to keep up with his long strides. You didn't care about getting wet and this part of the creek was fairly shallow, coming only to your mid-calf. 

When you got to the camp the men had been staying at, the place was littered with bodies, Frank standing among them as he waited for you both. 

"Goddamn, Frankie," Billy grinned, shaking his head as he took in the carnage rather gleefully. 

"Told you we'd get it done," Frank smirked at you. 

"You definitely did," you muttered wryly, glancing at all the bodies. You didn't feel bad for them one bit after what they'd done to you, what you knew they'd probably done to countless others. Death didn't bother you like it had in the old world, not when you were surrounded with it constantly. You spied something on the floor next to one of the men and crouched, seeing a pocket knife. You swiped it off the muddy floor, checking it quickly and grinning to yourself when you saw a can opener. You stood up, quickly stuffing it into your jeans pocket and catching Frank's slightly amused look at you.

"Well, a deal's a deal. You helped us out here so you get first pick of all this shit," he murmured and you gave him a nod. You didn't waste time, knowing the dead would be ambling their way towards you pretty soon after all the noise. You dug through bags, picking out some cans and other bits and pieces, shoving them into your backpack. You wanted to take as much as you could but you couldn't overburden yourself. You still needed to get around easily. You shoved about 10 cereal bars into your bag and a few bottles of water too. It would last you for a little bit and it was more than what you currently had which was close to nothing. You grabbed one last can of tomato soup before you moved to sit on a log near the campfire that was still burning. 

"Go nuts," you said dismissively, grabbing your new pocket knife as you opened the can. Frank and Billy got to work, grabbing some of the men's bags, emptying them out before filling them back up themselves. You took some greedy gulps of the cold soup, watching them shoulder the large backpacks of food before grabbing some duffles and starting to gather up some of the weapons and ammo. 

It was as you just finished your soup that you heard the telltale groans of the dead floating through the forest. You stood up quickly, throwing on your backpack and seeing the men thinking the same as they grabbed the duffle bags. You all quickly walked back through the creek to the other side before you set off back to their camp. You didn't need to worry about the dead on your heels, knowing they'd be distracted by the meals you'd left them. With each step you took, you felt a little lighter. Ever since you'd run into those assholes months ago and they'd left you for dead, you'd been feeling like a skittish animal. The reason why you'd been so starving was because the stores in the area were getting scarcer off food and when you went the last time, the gang of men had been there. Not feeling like having your throat slit again, you'd avoided it like the plague. You didn't have to worry about them anymore, didn't have to sneak around and keep tabs on them so you could always stay one step ahead. But you knew the relief would be short-lived because there would always be another group to take their place. You'd quickly learnt that nothing brought out the worst in humanity as much as the downfall of civilization. There was the added threat of the dead ones walking around but after living this life for so long, you worried far less about the dead ones than the living. The dead were like animals, operating on pure base primal instinct and the drive for food. They were predictable. The living however were far worse. They were unpredictable, selfish, greedy, desperate and deadly. There were worse things than death in this life. Getting taken out by one of the dead was one of the easiest ways to go now, but you'd just take some respite from the harsh reality of the new world while you had it. Whatever came for you next, you'd deal with it when it came to it. 

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Fine Print

Immediately post-Ruhnuk Kina/Rass ficlet bc I got a plot gizka. :D ---

The adrenaline didn't start to fade until their shuttle was lifting off from Ruhnuk in a flurry of dust plumes and downdrafts.

And even then her heart didn't slow much. This had been a close one no matter how much Kina thrived on adrenaline--and despite the fact they'd come out on top.

Kina set the autopilot to rendezvous with Shae's flagship and let out a deep breath as she sat back, glancing over at the copilot's chair. Jekiah and Akaavi were helping Shae in the back and she knew joining them would create a 'too many cooks in the cantina' situation. But Rass was sitting with one arm still curled protectively across his chest, over the burn marring his armor, jaw tight. That was something she could help.

"Hey," she began, bumping her knee against his to get his attention, "you alright? Anything broken?"

"Broken, don't think so." Rass shifted in his seat, jaw unclenching a little. He let go the shielding grip and ran his hand through his hair. "And I know what broken ribs feel like; that is distinctly absent. Aches like hell, but that's probably just bruises."

"Really?" Kina shot a skeptical look at the damage to his armor. "B'cause from where I was standin' it looked like Ri'kan had a hell of a backhand."

"Oh, he does," Rass said glibly. The half-smile he sent her looked forced around the edges. "Beskar's good stuff, Spike."

"Uh-huh." She gave him a flat look for the nickname. "Well, Tough Guy, maybe I should check anyway. Just to make sure you're not bleeding internally and gonna die a tragically young death soon as we land on the Spirit."

He laughed at that, though it was stilted and ended with a grimace. "That would be a shame."

"And since the med-techs are gonna bee busy with Shae" --and maybe Akaavi, she added to herself, remembering what he'd said about the relay station ambush-- "d'you really want them worryin' about you, too?"

Rass cocked his head, smirking faintly. "Better for you to worry about me?"

"I'm gonna do it anyway," Kina shrugged, "might as well benefit from it." Half-jokingly, she reached toward one of his armor clasps.

Something flickered in his eyes at her more-honest-than-intended comment, before amusement came back and he playfully batted her hand away. "Appreciated, but if you wanna get me out of my armor, you're gonna have to buy me dinner first."

"Not even if I say pretty please?" she teased with an exaggerated bat of her eyes. "Or remind you I did say I'd watch your back, and this counts. Y'know, in the fine print."

"Good to know, and more than a little tempting." Rass leaned his head back against the seat and watched the rapidly approaching flagship. "But I think I gotta stick to my guns on this one. Dinner. Or at least a drink."

"That's an awful fast compromise, Tough Guy," Kina grinned, still fiddling with the kolto injector she'd pulled out.

"Chalk it up to your persuasion skills." He glanced over, and there must've been something in her face that made him straighten. "Really, Kina, I'll be fine. Much like beskar, I'm sturdier than I look. And I'm pretty sure just bruises made it through."

"You'll hafta let me know if there're any pretty patterns to it," she joked. Something in her did an odd little flutter at him using her name, but she shook it off and waggled the kolto. "'Least want somethin' to help with the achiness?"

The good humor in his eyes faded to something serious. "Probably should. There's... a lot to talk to Jek about, once Mandalore's taken care of. Better to not be distracted by bruised ribs."

She almost protested, insisted on professional grounds rather than personal interest in 'getting him out of his armor', but just bit her tongue and handed over the kolto injector. "You know if you need anything you can hit me up." She smirked. "I am very good at acquiring things."

"This more of the fine print for havin' my back?" Rass teased. She didn't miss the wash of relief across his face when the kolto kicked in.

"Nah, I just like you," she grinned.

A flicker of a smile broke through the other emotions clearly taking over his thoughts. "Lucky me, then."

Kina winked at him, then turned her attention to the controls, witching back to manual for the final approach to the Spirit of Vengeance II. Her heart rate was climbing again, despite her attempts to settle it.

Just for a completely different reason now.

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OC Ramblings: Kitty Hale (or Kit)

Unsurprising that this is happening considering how hard the Love and Deepspace brainrot has hit.

I'll tuck it under a read more (so I don't clog up everyone's dash...) but I've been having some general thoughts about her.

For those in the L&Ds fandom, Kit is my non-MC who's romancing Sylus. Clearly I write a lot about them, but he's her boss, and she's his assassin second in command. I actually didn't know this was a common trope until after I created her.

Oh, well. I love her too much to care, tbh. We can't all be unique, but putting your own spin on a classic can freshen it up a lot.

So now, to the Read More, and the ramblings. If you enjoyed this, please leave a like. It brightens my day when I see people enjoying my content.

Kit's general stats

Height: 5'11/180cm

Name: Camilla Kitty Hale (she goes by Kit)

Age: 26

Hair: Black, loose curls

Eyes: dark purple/brown (not heterochromia, just the particular shade I chose looks almost brown)

Birthday/sign: January 1st/Capricorn

I really enjoy Kit as an OC, and as a companion to Sylus. There's something about the ✨yearning✨ that's tasty, of course, with the canon story for Sylus and all our other LIs, but I opted for extreme slow burn and like recognizes like.

Kit's...a lot. She's been refined again and again so that she's not just my trauma dump character. There's always one, and you just gotta sort of shape them into their own thing.

She's fierce, loyal to a fault, and deeply vulnerable. I think that she's viewed herself as a tool for so long that it's created a sense of naivete, which is something Sylus clocks immediately.

When you're in survival mode for that long, most things get tossed to the wayside, and that includes relationships and intimacy.

This doesn't just mean romance, although it is a big part of it especially for Kit, but it does create some good tension and back and forth between her and Sylus. She's extremely skilled on the battlefield, well enough to keep pace with him (which is honestly a feat in itself), but when it comes to flirting, courtship, and what's in the bedroom, Sylus leads their strange push and pull.

I don't have the patience to write a true slowburn (especially bc a two year slowburn would be like 50k and I...hngh. I can't brainrot myself like that. I wouldn't get any work done. I'm already writing fic like crazy). But! It would be genuinely interesting to see it.

Sylus is a very direct character. He seeks consent from those he cares about, is blunt to a fault, and exceptionally intuitive. Whereas Kit knows her way around a battlefield, but has a tendency to bottle up and not talk about what's bothering her unless pushed. Probably because her backstory features her getting punished for expressing her personal thoughts.

There's a fun scene that I don't actually remember if I posted here where Sylus and Kit actually talk about it and her trauma a little bit.

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“Is it okay for us to do these things?” She mumbled. Her hands dropped over his, smoothing over the ridges of his knuckles and finding the calluses of his fingers. “I just have a hard time feeling as if it's not some sort of…weakness. People like us aren't nice, do we deserve nice things? Do…I deserve things? What happens if I let myself relax and be…”

Kit hesitated for a second, before pushing on. “What happens if I want to be cute and girly, and someone uses that against me? Sometimes I feel like I'm only allowed to be the…” she trailed off, sighing.

Sylus smiled wryly. “The monster?” He supplied, his tone quietly bitter. “I've had a bit more room to come to terms with it, Kitty, so listen.” He spun her around, his hands settling on her shoulders. His eyes were dark, hollow and sad in a way that reminded Kit why they matched so well. “You're human, Kit. Specifics aside, you are, in fact, human. No matter what anyone says, you have a heart that feels deeply, that bleeds and beats like anyone else's. And it's because you have a heart that you deserve the same things as anyone else.

You're not a weapon, baby.” His soft voice made her lips tremble, her stomach twisting with the heavy weight of her emotions.

“Unfair of you to use that nickname now,” she whispered hoarsely.

Sylus smiled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “We're not monsters,” he said. It seemed to be as much to himself as it was to her. “And if anyone tries to use your joy against you, you have me, the twins, and even Mephisto.”

She laughed wetly, her eyes shiny with unshed tears.

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I've always loved the idea of two people teaching each other to move past their traumas. Honestly, in my personal opinion, part of growth and recovery from trauma is teaching someone else. My therapist talks about "parenting oneself" a lot, about being the parent to yourself that you may not have had in a way to sort of...help guide your brain towards healthier habits. And I apply that here as well. Mentoring someone who's not as far along as you but has similar trauma can help you, as well (be careful with that and consult professionals, I'm just a writer with my own baggage).

In teaching Kit to love and be loved, to be human again, it feels like Sylus is teaching himself as well. Not to mention that she often calls him out on his bad habits and keeps him in check. It's a push and pull, they're on relatively equal standing. I think that's why it's so easy to write them as a relationship, and why they mesh so fast even as a new thing. There's established rapport and even, dare I say, friendship that builds a very solid foundation for romance. There's good communication between them even when they're being stubborn, and the two never really have many misunderstandings.

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“You-!” She bites out. “You've been grumpy and short with me since I got here!” Kit shoves the towel back at him, furiously wiping him down even as she snarls.

“I have been trying to follow your orders all day. ‘Kit, teach this kid’ ‘Kit, pour water on me’ I'm doing my best, Sylus! I want to be good for you! I want to follow your orders! I came out to the middle of the desert, no questions asked, on a dime, because you told me to! Cut me some slack and put those gentling gloves on, because I know you can! Now, lean down so I can dry your hair!”

Kit glares at him, and she instantly knows she's well and truly fucked. Sylus's eyes are a bright, burning red, the right one beginning to glow in a way that is as annoyingly arousing as it is terrifying.

And yet, he leans down quietly, bowing his head for her.

Without a word, she sweeps the towel over the wet strands. Her hands tremble. Despite her harsh words, despite losing her temper, she is, as ever, gentle with him. As if she were handling fragile and delicate glass.

Larger hands cover her own, and she can't help but flinch.

“Are you scared of me?” Sylus’s voice is ever-so-soft, almost tentative. There's a strangely raw edge to it, as if he anticipates the worst possible answer.

“No,” she whispers. “The ones I flinch from are ghosts, not you. Are you mad at me?”

As if he can hear her silent permission, Sylus steps forward, crowding her against the wall. His head drops to her shoulder. For a moment, all she can hear is the steady sound of his breathing.

It takes a moment, the heat of his body seeping into hers, Kit’s thin undergown the only physical barrier between them. Then, he speaks. “It’s…complicated. I'm not mad at you. You're not the only one with ghosts, Kit.”

(from my Lost Oasis piece)

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Sylus made himself snap back to attention.

“Talk,” he said forcefully, his eye glinting. “I can't help you if I don't know what's wrong.”

Kit wilted further.

“...riod,” she mumbled.

Sylus tapped her forehead reprimandingly. “Louder.”

“I'm on my period!” She whined, her cheeks flushed bright red. “So please, kindly, can you fuck off? I hurt so much and I took medication and it's not helping!”

His eye twitched, and his hands settled on her hips, flexing in irritation. “I understand that you're hurting,” he said firmly. “You still don't have the right to talk to me that way.

I'm well aware you only snap at me like this when you need something but you feel embarrassed, so just tell me. Or I will leave you, and you won't be happy with me when you're done with your cycle.”

Sylus's tone was icy and flat, in a way it hadn't been in a long time.

Kit deflated. She looked down at her lap, the tip of her nose turning pink as she fiddled with her fingers.

“Sorry,” she whispered, swallowing hard. “You're right. I'm being unnecessarily cruel. That's not okay or fair to you.”

He leaned forward, kissing her forehead. “Thank you for apologizing. Now, tell me what you need.”

(from an unreleased fic that I probably won't post bc it's VERY nsfw)

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Anyway, I genuinely love this pairing because, ironically, it's a very healthy relationship. They communicate, they hold each other responsible, and they help each other out. Despite the fact that they're both very much criminals, lmao.

Kit comes from a place with a lot of trauma, she was born in the Vagrant's Quarter, and she's very much another person who was once a kid desperate to survive despite the odds. Just because she has a healthy relationship with her adopted father and foster sister doesn't mean she's not constantly in the thick of it, and due to lots of backstory reasons, she can't stay away from the N109 zone and the career she was forced to have (not by Sylus).

There's something about abuse and "going back to what you know because it's easier than fighting against it and going it alone", and that's very prevalent in Kit's life.

If I were to do guesswork, I think that Sylus may have been the same when he was younger and more vulnerable. Even the terrifying leader of Onychinus was a child, once.

This is such a solid pairing to me, no wonder I have brainrot about them both.

If you've made it to the end of this rambling, thank you!! I hope you enjoyed all the little snippets and heavy topics. You're wonderful!

[twistthescript]

Warehouse AU Lore Dump: Jane Doe, Her Doll, and Connections to Karnak-

There are quite a few spoilers for KARNAK! He sees the future! in this, so if you haven't read it but care about spoilers, this is your time to click away.

If you haven't seen my first post about Karnak, His Backstory, and The Warehouse, you can find it here. It might provide more insight into some of this post's missing links.

Now, let's talk about Jane Doe (under the line):

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There are plenty of theories behind the mystery of Jane Doe. Multiverse theories, Murder theories... some even believe that Jane was never human to begin with; That she was created by Karnak to teach the choir a lesson. I've seen many versions of this one, so let's call it the 'Catalyst Theory' to keep it simple.

This theory has become my focal point for Jane, and something I can slingshot off of.

So, to backtrack. What do we know of Jane's backstory in my AU?

Karnak didn't create her from nothing. He grew quite attached to the two porcelain dolls mentioned in KARNAK!

He also didn't create her to directly affect the choir (though it happened anyway), but rather for a more selfish reason. He is a very lonely being after all, and most lonely beings latch onto the first things they can connect with. (The dolls.)

What she believes and what Karnak (and eventually the reader) knows are two different things. Congratulations, you know more than the choir and Jane and you can do nothing to stop the rockslide.

^^^ To connect to this: Jane's memories are warped and twisted. We'll get back to this point in a minute.

Now... who is Jane Doe?

The simple answer. She's a doll. But the more complex answer? She's made up of two. Karnak can't fully separate things that were never meant to be apart. (He doesn't have a physical heart, but he still has a heart.)

Her body is human ("Sadly, I've only ever possessed the power to bring one back to life.")- It is made up of the one doll whose head was shattered off by one of the twins. (It's said that Jane has a thick, jagged scar that overlaps the porcelain head, connecting the two. I'd like to think the remaining porcelain chunks sewn onto the neck was an attributing factor to the appearance to that.)

Since Karnak only has his programming, and brains are complex (and I'm already explaining quite a bit... but not this), the unbroken doll's head is the one on Jane's shoulders. She carries around the body. (A little morbid when you think about it, but yes, that is Jane's Dolly.)

So yeah, Dolly is very damn important to her.

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What about the memories?

As mentioned above in points 3 and 4, what Jane believes is different from what Karnak knows.

Jane is already shown to remember the pain and screams from what she believes is the Cyclone Accident. [Mentioned in 'How to Talk to Dolls']

In 'Nightmares Can't Hurt You,' Jane is shown to remember falling and losing her head [Ch. 1], and is even shown to bleed from the scar (and her eyes during that mess, but we'll ignore that for now).

Aside from the Lion Catchphrase in the show, I've also thrown in a fact about Wolverines [Nightmares, Ch. 4].

If they're not physical memories of the Cyclone Accident, what are they?

It's all summed up in KARNAK! Ch. 3, or as I like to call it: The Circus Chapter. The screams Jane remembers? The audience's reaction to the girls getting hurt + the panic from the family and the cries from the little girls. The fall and head loss? The dolls always sat on a crate overlooking their girls. Simple answer: they fell, and a girl landed on the porcelain head (which, ouch. porcelain cuts hurt).

Well, what about the blood? Half human body meets porcelain head. (Let's go with that.) I have no other justification because that will be something the readers figure out with the choir.

The animal facts just came from Penny Lamb and Karnak's auditory memory. While my story isn't Legoland compliant, and Jane Doe is NOT Penny Lamb- I couldn't resist throwing a small cameo of Lego!Penny and Ezra Lamb in.

And that's Jane Doe. There's more to her, but that's all you need to know for now. With that being said, have fun watching it all go down, knowing what you know now...

~ Twist

[cosmic-glow]

Could I ask for a sfw hidden drabble for a ready who's extremely good at horror special effects makeup?

Using makeup and liquid latex to create realistic wounds during Halloween is my passion and becuase of it I tend to volunteer at any Haunted house I can, it's fun!

Notes: Omg that's so incredible and cool!! I love it! I'm really sorry I wasn't able to post this on halloween, but I hope you still enjoy it, good reading, darling!

Halloween Night with Hidan 🎃

Warnings: SFW, mentions of blood and death, bad language, reader gender not specified.

- Killer at home! - Hidan shouted as he crossed the front door, bringing the sweets you had asked for.

The house was already all decorated for halloween night, you were getting ready to welcome the children who would ring the doorbell, or rather, to scare them. It's something that has become a tradition between you and Hidan, seeing them running in fear of you made you two fall to the ground with laughter.

- You know honey, we're going to have to get tough this year, those damn kids aren't scared of anything anymore. I just heard a girl calling Michael Myers cute. What the hell are they giving to these little shits these days?!

He could see the kitchen light on down from the hall, it was where you were making desserts for the two of you to eat while watching horror movies later that night. Hidan finished sorting the packets of candy at the entrance counter when he noticed your strange silence.

- Honey? Are you listening to me?! - he said as he crossed the hall.

The kitchen window was wide open, the wind rushing in, there was a bowl and other utensils on the counter, hints that a recipe had begun, but no sign of you. Hidan stopped and called your name, confused, expecting you to appear from anywhere just to scare him. Looking discreetly around to try to find you before the scare he noticed a stain on the floor that came from behind the counter. A bloodstain.

With a slight smile on his face, already imagining what it would be, he approached, being able to better glimpse the vision. Lying behind the counter was you, the source of the bleeding, your body static and pale in the large pool of blood on the floor.

- Wow, good to know you're in the mood, darling. "Dead partner" is a very creative fantasy.

You didn't respond, you didn't move a single muscle, your body remained static on the cold floor.

- This well baby. That's enough, you can get up. I'll help you clean up this mess.

There was a suffocating silence in the room. Even Hidan who never found this a disturbing sight felt a shiver on the back of his neck, which made him react instantly. "Come on dear, soon the kids will be here, that's enough" he said bending down to lift you up. Grabbing your arm, your body turned sloppily, revealing your face to the man, who carried a static feature, eyes wide and cloudy, lips dry and parted, a look of dread that reflected on Hidan's face when he noticed the large wound in your stomach that was still gushing blood, too deep to be just makeup. "Alright y/n this has gone too far, come on wake up" he said trying to hide the sharp desperation in his voice as he lightly smacked his palm against your face. But you didn't react, your features remained the same as blood ran down your clothes.

Hidan called out your name nervously while shaking you, "y/n if this is a joke I swear it-" and only then did he notice further behind you, below the window, a bloodstained kunai, its shape was different, no could be yours. Looking around now he noticed the clear signs of fight at the scene, suddenly everything became so obvious.

The window wide open, some utensils knocked over, the kunai next to the window where the assassin had fled, but he still didn't want to believe what was right before his eyes.

- Y/n, you scared me enough, now please talk to me, okay?!

He looked into your eyes that remained glassy, clouded and startled, your mouth still open and dry, your cold body heavy against his chest. Even reluctantly, Hidan's face was visibly worried, with teary eyes he weakly called your name one last time.

- Y/n, please… - And like every other time there was no answer.

And when man's first tear fell, you fell with it. "I can't hold it anymore"- you got up finally able to laugh.

- Your damn!! I knew it!- Hidan's posture changed even though he still had the tearful expression on his face.

- Your face at the end, I couldn't take it! - you said amid laughter - Hey, don't get so mad, glad that it's just a joke, right?! I am fine!

Said when he got up carelessly with you, who was lying on his lap.

- And you'll clean it all up yourself! You- he was looking for a curse that would express all the anger he was feeling, but all he got was a frustrated growl- I should offer you to Jashin for that!

- It's okay, it's okay, calm down...

You got up off the floor, the fake stomach wound still spilling some blood.

- And how the fuck did you do that?! - He points to the hole in your belly.

- Lots of makeup and fake blood… maybe a little chakra to make it work the way I wanted, who knows… my custom has to be on the same level as my partner's, right?

You smiled at him and walked over, a little massage for his ego since it was indeed easy for him, with his immortality, to dress up for halloween in the most absurd and bloody ways possible.

- Did you like it? - you put your arms around his neck.

- As hell. You're not kidding this year, babe…- he put his hands on your waist.

- The house of horrors and the horror movie are still on after we scare some kids?

- Absolutely - he smiled before sealing your lips.

You really make a perfect couple.

Pumpkins by: @cute-sushi-roll

Sorry for any typos;

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[not-a-big-slay]

Us and the night sky

jesper fahey x gn!reader

summary: death did you apart...

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type: angst, fluff if you reaaally look for it

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warnings: death, blood, describing wounds

A/N: this is veeery short, but it almost made me cry. I LOVE jesper and im sorry that my first fic on him is his death 💀 but ill make amends. i recommend to listen to this song while reading, its really sad with that. anyway, ill post some other fics soon, so there a lot more to come :)

The pain rose as they put the remaining strenght to their legs. Their whole body shook, their hands covered in blood not only theirs. Panic for their friends battled panic for their life as they limbed up the hill. They were alone, the crows nowhere to find and only hope thought they were still alive. Screams of people in pain rang in their ear as the screams of the attackers pushed the Crow forward, tears in their eyes tricking their vision with the help from the dark night.

They couldn't stop. They knew the death was present, ready to take them, but they still didn't stop. Not until they found him. Their abdomen made them slow down as it cried red teardrops. The Dreg could swore the bullet is moving deeper. As if the hill curved under them, their legs gave up, making them fall on the knees, the force punching their stomach wound. They were surprised to see that many bruises on them once on the ground, not remembering any pain on the purple spots. They were also shocked when the black marks moved around and the ground danced. Their eyelids narrowed, offering a helping hand as they would take the pain away, if they just closed their eyes. Y/N wanted to allow them to do as they pleased, until they lifted their gaze up, seeing a body, motionless. They had to stare at it for long to see the leather coat.

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No.

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Eyes widened again as Y/N began to crawl to him, worrying they might be late. Their tears and blood created a path behind, as they saw Jesper closer. The moon sparked on his skin and stars shined on his revolvers, lying in his hands. Y/N couldn't hear their own sobs as they crawled closer to him and put a hand on his cheek, staining it with blood.

They immidiately noticed the wound below his shoulder. It matched their own. Y/N cried, feeling their heart breaking, chocking on the pieces. They were unable to utter a word, nor a sound, that being the reason why they were surprised when someone spoke close to them.

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"Can you move? I can't see the sky."

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A rough voice, sounding like it pained to speak a letter, said beneath them. Jesper was alive. And irritated. Y/N felt relieved, smile carved in their face as they lied next to him.

He's alive.

They were silent. The night sky watched over them, helping them accept the unavoidable faith they both knew was coming. Y/N could hear their breaths syncing, a beautiful harmony heard for the last time. Their wound pounded in pain, yet all they could feel was Jesper's hand tightening around theirs. They had so much more to tell him, so much more to laugh at, to cry at, but it's unimportant now. What's more important is them and the stars.

"They shine brighter than yesterday."

Jesper laughed. It was quiet and painful, but so beautiful anyway. "That is weird. We should ask Wylan on that.". Y/N agreed with that, fully knowing that won't happen. Wylan taught them some constalations and they tried to find some, even though their vision slowly gave up. They don't have much time.

"Do you wanna get some food after? I'm beginning to feel kinda hungry" Jesper requested, Y/N feeling his struggle to speak. "Yeah. Maybe we could try that new pub, Nina talked about." they suggested, earning a nod from their lover. "That sounds like a date." he chuckled flirtouriously. It helped pretending, but it didn't stop the bleeding.

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Y/N wanted to feel his lips again. They felt them for the first time a month ago, coincidentally under the moon as well. They were drunk, watching the ocean as it's waves crushed into the harbor. Some drops fell on them, making them all wet. They laughed so hard until he grabbed their cheek, kissing them without a word, pulling away after they were out of air. Y/N knew they wouldn't mind if he suffocated them this way. Death looked at her watch and Y/N could hear the ticking sound.

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Time's up.

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Tears made some of the stars blurry as they spoke: "I love you Jesper."

It was more and more hurtful to breath and they cried even more realizing it's almost over. They felt death's present, she watched them as they held each other, allowing them to make their last moments. A warm hand turned their head on the side, showing them Jesper's face. Y/N looked at every detail, wanting to memorize it to the afterlife. His thumb brushed their lips and he smiled. "I love you Y/N." It hurted to move, but their lips met at last. Y/N felt as the bullet stopped moving and the pain slowly left them. The stress and the dizziness dissapeared, only the taste of Jesper's lips remained.

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"I'll see you in the morning." he whispered. Y/N nodded, feeling tired. As the comfort of his warmth faded away, they closed their eyes.

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They hoped they'll see the others as well.

[starsong13]

Oc recycling centres #1 customer ✨

[I'm so fucking lazy]

I just wanted to waffle about these fuckers don’t mind me

1 [Star Song]

I tried to faithfully recreate how the colors looked on paper digitally (because 95% of my art was on paper at the time)

I can't remember what the black spots or red streaks were about

I know I put ties & bow ties on many characters during my times of gender confusion

The style of hair is a result of the times of the show, many background characters would often have rainbow dash looking hair, and while most of it is based off of the mare style, the back part is specifically the stallion

The wings are a result of the fandom at the time, with many people adding color to wings because of Cadence

2 [Star Song]

This one isn't exactly a TV head it's technically called a droid, this character was created very quickly in an ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛ for the ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛ fandom

In their quick creation I basically reused most of the colors from the pony because I didn't have time to be creative

Many of their design aspects between both results you see here are because of challenge posted on the ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛

Even the character being a fusion is because of these posts - however because of one person saying oh like "Garnet from Steven universe?" I've always explained the character in reference to Garnet (a character I didn't know, from the show I didn't watch)

3 [Star Song]

At this point the character being a fusion had been long established on the ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛ and I had added more colour to the hair to make them full rainbow when combined and half rainbows when split. This is supported by the heart on the chest and the heterochromia

Sometime between the first design and this design, one half of the fusion became male (gender confusion strikes again)

4 [Star & Musica]

These characters were again rapidly created as a result of fleeing the ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛ - ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛ now you can see how they split, hot & cold

While one of them was always more prone to anger, and lashing out when the other one was much quieter, and kept to themselves - polar opposites in the most boring way possible

Things like this where it's painful how lazily these were created, literally the only thing I changed about the designs was what they were, they were no longer a droid they were now humans, I didn't change their eyes didn't change their hair didn't even change their names

5 [Maya & Sam]

Wow I Actually Leared How To Colour A Character Without Making Your Eyes BLEED, It's A MIRACLE

I also stopped being a fucking coward and gave Sam his shaven sides that I had wanted to forever

And I made him trans in a way that made sense

Sam is his own person now with his own skills and abilities

He’s a gymnast and artist who practices astrology and studies chemistry

(although he's still neglected in comparison because I haven't been able to flesh him out as much as Maya, he's still much more of a character than before)

Despite the history of her original creation (and past gens) Maya has become my most fleshed out character out of any fandom (even earning multiple timelines, ex. the purple)

The scars on her lips were transformed into “joker” like scars on her mouth and they aren’t random (ex. the ones on her cheeks before)

Her grey teeth, rather than the off-white yellow that Sam has, is not a mistake either - the real ones were shattered in a fight

Same with the robotic arms being extra arms and not replacement ones, as well as the beep head not being permanent - she wants to remain has human as possible while still experiencing her work

I also changed their hot and cold, dynamic to Ying and Yang one and actually fleshed it out is that they have similarities and differences like real siblings

6 [Star Song]

Again I learned how to digitally color properly

Now with later seasons having more detailed background characters I felt more confident making a more unique design

Darkening the coat, throwing away the green and yellow, getting rid of those weird marks and tie

The hair now being just three shades/hues of blue that fit well over the cooler purple

They are no longer just a full pony

The wings being princess size rather than a normal Pegasus (+being unable to fly properly) and being a taller body type make them more unique

The heart on the hoof is a call back to gen 3 dolls

The feathers on the ears and legs are from hippogriffs

Coloured horseshoes/wings and the design of the feathered legs are from Gen 5 (the last being concept art only)

Anyways that’s all I wanted to waffle about for now, this whole page was about looking how far I’ve come with these characters and seeing how much I’ve learned over the years.

Looking back through my old art and looking at these old designs as I went... I can really see how some of my special interests in certain cartoons influenced the way I drew. One day I might go back and analyze all of it and write it all out for my own sake of self study... But not now

[zaungwrites]

I wrote a thing

Was trying to just stretch my writing muscles after months of not. Inspired by Nora dipping back into Exy, and poked at a fic I was trying to write set at Edgar Allen. It took me a couple goes, but I'm p happy with the tone and characterisation of Link.

On the way home to and from college, Link has to walk by Castle Evermore. He holds his breath for the time it takes to move past it and is ever so careful to keep his eyes averted. Every time, he wonders why his aunt chose to live so close to the exy court when they both know of her mostly ambivalence, sometimes hatred of the game and the place. Why she chooses to work for an institution that tried its best to bleed her dry. 

Then again, he supposes she probably wonders why he would choose to study in a place that reveres a game that had equally ruined his childhood. They are a little similar that way, like to pick at cuts and press on bruises. Reminders that they remain in one piece despite everything.

"Hey! Link!"

His head jerks up and for a moment his heart is racing. He is still unused to too loud noises and his name being yelled brings memories he would rather burn to ashes. His therapist tells him he might never be rid of his body's response which seems pretty pessimistic for a therapist but what does he know. 

His eyes register that it's only Jack, one of his few friends in college, but his heart takes a little longer to catch up. Breathing slow and deep like his therapist taught him, Link summons a smile. "Hey, didn't see you there." 

Jack jogs up to him and slings an arm around his shoulder with a wide grin. Link has trained his body's reaction to stop flinching to touches but it never fails to make his freeze or fawn response flair up. He makes his smile wider and makes his mouth say, "What's up? You're looking way too happy for first day of class." 

"We won the Kariya lottery, dude. Everyone's hyped."

"The what?"

Jack lets out a theatrical sigh. "One day I'll make an exy fan out of you. Benjamin Kariya, this generation's exy jesus chose Edgar Allen as his college of choice. There was literally thousands of money betting on where he'd go. Everyone thought he'd go to the Trojans or somewhere with, you know, a fucking chance. But for some fucking reason, and like I'm not gonna look a gift horse in the mouth, he's chosen here. Everyone's going nuts."

"Oh," says Link, unsure of what else to say.

Jack doesn't notice his reticence. He's a good friend, but not the most observant. Probably why Link likes him actually, it's nice to talk to someone who thinks his fucked up maladaptive responses to things is just him being quirky.

"The whole fucking summer that's all people were talking about. News literally came out last night. Shit, it's gonna be so fucking surreal to see him around campus."

Link makes a noise that he hopes conveys agreement. The name is familiar, he probably heard about the guy in passing back when he used to care about exy. Now all he can think is this probably means exy will become more of a fucking thing than it was before. And it was a pretty big thing even with Edgar Allen regularly placing last in the division for the past five years. 

"Well," Link says with a trace of irony, "Maybe the team might become known for more than possible mobster connections."

"Hey, that was never proven." 

"Yeah, okay," Link says with a shrug. Sure, never proven. That's why his aunt got a squirelly look the one and only time Link asked her about it. Whatever, not like it's going to affect Link's life. 

He's spent two years so far avoiding exy and exy avoiding him, he just has to keep his head down and get through the next two. Then he could go be a fucked up adult somewhere else. 

Easy.

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Who wants to guess that it won't be that easy and that Benjamin might make more of an appearance in Link's life? I actually have another snippet that I'm pretty happy with that I might post later? Dunno. As always credit to Nora for creating this world.

[hotchocolatelovesyou]

A monster made of clay

Um hi, this sucks and I’m losing my mind over it, so I’m gonna post whatever the fuck this is anyway because I’m not a coward. English is not my first language and you can tell. Open to criticism, but please don't be mean lol

Robert x Dadsona

Dadsona: Hector Amanti.

enjoy (or don’t idk)

pss pss every dumb mistake you can find, take it on grammarly. that bitch is so useful so useless I hate it

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It was weird. Really weird. Why did it have that shape? Why was it so long? Why was it so big?

"Robert, my very dear friend, I hope you'll pardon me for asking in such manners, but what the fuck are you doing?"

"Language, Hector. Language. You'd not want to scandalize a poor little innocent boy like me, would you?" Hector raised an eyebrow, still eyeing the weird statue.

"I would never. It's not like said poor little innocent boy is creating a giant di-"

"You lack artistic vision", he replied, interrupting the younger man. Hector clutched his chest dramatically, pretending to be mortally wounded.

The memory of him, Damien, Joseph and Hugo at the museum was still very present. He was a changed man after that: he finally understood art after many years of his relatively long but actually short life. Everything, everything, in art - and it didn't matter from where and when a piece was - revolved around butts. That's how it was. That's how it should have been. Amen to butts, one of Mother Nature's most lovely creations.

"Lacking artistic vision? Moi? That's it, cruel world. I'm ready to go." Hector hurriedly touched his throat as if he was suffocating, one hand still on his chest to stop the imaginary bleeding. Robert went back to smooth the surface of his, ehm, anatomically bizarre work.

"There has to be someone funnier than the other between us, and I happen to know who is who." Robert didn't bat an eye, apparently focused on his project.  

"Hghkk... Robert, I'm dying." The other man exhaled hard through his nose, annoyed by the distraction from his masterpiece. He was trying to create a vein with a stick for the fourth time in ten minutes. Hector stopped his theatrics then and rolled his eyes, bored by the minimal reaction. He blew a lock of curly hair away from his face, his own hands covered in green clay.

They both had stains here and there because they kept trying to make the other fuck up. Hector had to completely start again whatever he was trying to do at least three times, Robert just two. That vein not coming out right had absolutely nothing to do with Hector.

"I don't find clowns funny" was his calm reply, a second later. Hector gasped, pretending to be hurt.

"You bitch!" he whispered, getting closer to Robert with an exaggerated angry face. 

When Robert eventually appeared to give him attention, he stuck his tongue out at him and went back to his work with a raised chin.

"You don't deserve me. I'm gonna stop talking to you."

"Thank God, finally. Another word and I was going to toss this at you", joked Robert, showing the enormous dick of clay he had been working on the whole time. Hector laughed at the vision, though when the handsome older man went to fake-throw the thing, Hector almost fell out of his chair, attempting to dodge it. At that vision, it was Robert's turn to laugh, trying to hit a giggling Hector with his clay dick. 

He, Mary and Robert had become a good trio with time, they always met for drinks essentially every weekend. Sometimes one of the other dads was invited too, but it was mostly the three of them. Mind you, Hector had some veeeery embarrassing moments he’d like to bury in the back of his mind, but with the two he also created some of the best memories in his life.

Yet, this week Mary and Joseph were out of town visiting her parents with their children.

For the first time in a while, it would have been just Hector and Robert. 

When Hector heard the news, his heart skipped a few beats. It felt nice, knowing it was just the two of them for once. Really nice. And also extremely fucking stressful.

There was no need to make things weird, right? It wasn’t even the first time they hung out alone. Deep breaths, no touching, and acting like an adult would have done the trick. He was awkard already on his own, no need to overthink it and make things worse for the both of them.

So, Hector tried his best to search for something relaxing or at least, um, not too weird? 

Hector had found the course by accident, wasting precious time of his life that would've never come back - basically, he was scrolling on the internet - when puff! There was this small announcement on the online news of their town: it was a sculpting class that, coincidently, started on their usual 'drinking' night. It could have been fun, different from their typical nights at the bar, especially considering that Robert had stopped drinking months ago anyways. 

He proposed the idea, already waiting for a no, when Robert pleasantly surprised him. Hector half suspected it was because they had more than enough time to hunt cryptids later since the class wouldn't have ended too late.

And there they were now, fighting like kids who happened to be waaayyy too old.

When Robert shoved the gigantic clay dick near his face again, Hector, laughing hysterically, grabbed the upper half and attempted to move it away. Robert, grinning like an idiot, tried to make him lose his grip by pulling that monstrosity towards him holding the lower half. With the poor thing being pushed hard in two different directions, the dick tore in the middle, and both the men fell out of their seats. Two very explosive laughs echoed around the big room, capturing everyone's attention.

Hector was the first to be back on his feet, while Robert sat up, still holding the rest of his creation.  The curly-haired man fixed the glasses on his nose and went to help the bearded man with a smile.

Hector was pretty sure he had a dick-shaped spot of clay on the back of his t-shirt. He held his hand out to help Robert get up, but a mischievous grin suspiciously appeared on the older man's face. He suddenly pulled his wrist, testing his balance, trying to make him tumble. Hector miraculously resisted.

"Hah!" exulted Hector, actually helping a chuckling Robert to stand on his feet now.

He had already fallen for Robert, it was unnecessary to fall on him too.

When Robert's deep brown eyes were finally on his same level, if not a bit higher, they met Hector's gaze with an amused warmth. Robert was still smiling and the younger man couldn't help but reciprocate with enthusiasm. 

Everything was warmer with Robert. From the rays of the sun to the heat in his cheekbones when he looked at him a second too much, or even to whatever charge of electricity he could feel buzzing in his fingertips when they happened to be so close that their hands could touch; not to mention the boiling liquid in his chest when Robert allowed himself to show how tired he was, and how vulnerable, delicate and hard his new approach to his mental health and addiction was to maintain.

Those were times when he told Hector stories about his life, his daughter, and (very rarely) even his wife. Hector, in exchange, confessed his own struggles, his fight against depression, and his social anxiety. He offered comfort in grieving those who they had both lost and reassurance about how good he was doing.  

They also shared the good parts, the happy memories. They revealed themselves to the other, piece by piece.

Hector was simply honoured that Robert had learned to trust him so much. Sure, he still tried to sneak in some bullshit one way or another, but by now he had learned to call his bluffs.

They had learnt to know each other and, at this point, they seemed to be joined at the hips. There was a special bond between them, one Hector would have treasured with his whole being. 

It didn't matter that he had to fight the urge, always more often, to kiss him senselessly. Hector made a promise that day, and he intended to respect it, even 'til his last dying breath.

Okay, maybe that was a bit dramatic, but yeah, he had a lot of patience and didn't make promises lightly, so...

Besides, things were great. Hector was genuinely proud of how far Robert had come. He'd been there on some of Robert's most difficult nights, and seeing him like that made him even prouder of how he was now.

Still looking at him, Hector noticed how much more relaxed he appeared. There weren't those deep, dark circles anymore, his eyes shined a bit more of their own light, and he was taking care of his hair and beard more. He seemed happier, too. He had a better relationship with his daughter, their monthly calls slowly turned weekly, and by now they called or texted each other almost daily.

He dared to glance down, where he met Robert's soft smile again. Hector was very satisfied with himself: he was the one who put that smile on those very, very kissable lips. Robert was happy because of him. They were a bit chapped, but Hector never gave a flying fuck about those things. As if such small detail could have stopped him from totally devouring him, body and soul, never letting him go and-- ah, for fuck's sake. Hector, stop right now. 

"Hey, you two! Are you done acting like middle schoolers? I'm talking here!" Hector jumped out of his skin, having honestly forgotten where they were. A man with a red sweatshirt and sunglasses was clearly scowling at them, even if Hector couldn't see his eyes.

"Who the fuck wears sunglasses inside?" 

"The moon probably hits too hard for him." Robert snickered at that and Hector felt like he won a prize. 

"Since you're being so active, why don't you show the class what you made?" the tutor continued, heading to their table. The problem was that after a few steps closer, he recognised the duo. Hector also had the same realization, freezing in horror.

Robert, instead, was more than ready.

"Hey, I know you! You were-"

"Listen here, dude", started Robert in a low voice, to be heard just by the two of them, "we are doing a very important job here, we are undercover. Tell people to turn their attention elsewhere immediately." The tour guide-art teacher looked around angsty at the worried tone, noticing how everyone was watching them. He gulped and cleared his voice.

"Just get back to your work y'all." Robert gave him a grateful look while Hector let out a sigh of relief, immediately on with the plan. When someone had a best friend like Robert, one had to learn how to improvise quickly. 

"Good. But now our positions might be compromised", said the older man, his face turned towards Hector, seeming tense. Hector sighed again. 

"It's not said the last word. We could still be able to continue with our plans." Robert didn't look too convinced. Hector tried to reassure him by placing a hand on his arm - and felt the muscles bulge under the leather jacket - but before he could speak, the third man lowered his head, whispering his worries so fast that he almost resulted uncomprehensible.

"Is everything alright? Am I in danger? Should I end the class now? I don't want to die this way! Wait, no, maybe I do. Do I? Am I s-" Robert quietly shushed him, stopping his bumbling. The tour guide, poor soul, practically smelled of anxiety. He squeezed himself into his old sweatshirt with a shiver.

"First, you need to stay calm. You are the one in charge here. If you are nervous, people will detect it, and you might create more trouble." The other man nodded, his shoulders still too tense

“Yeah dude, be the alpha we know you are” added Hector, feeling bad for the guy.  At the words, the man in sunglasses straightened his back, with a bit more confidence. Robert kicked him under the table, Hector hit him back with a moan of pain.

"It would be better if you stayed away from us", Hector said again, without getting hit in the process.

"Second, we just need you to keep doing what you are doing. Watch the others, tell people what they should be doing and how to do it, stuff like that." The art teacher-tour guide... didn't he also work as a quiz host? seemed a bit unsure of himself, though he nodded again.

"We are trying to monitor the whole room, it's not as easy as it looks. It would be a huge help if no one disturbs either of us. Subtly. We don't need to get attention." What was his name? Quinn? He listened attentively to his words before hugging himself.

“But, uh, why are you here? What is your mission?” Robert clicked his tongue at that. Hector rested his forearms on the workbench, in a conspiratory tone.

“We can’t reveal anything, it’s for your own good” murmured the curly-haired man, tucking a curl behind his ear and staining his cheekbone green.

“B-but I’m the alpha, I need to know if-”

“All you need to know”, interrupted Robert, rolling his eyes, “is that you shouldn’t play too much with this material.” A flash of pure panic crossed the teacher’s face.

“We have been testing it the whole time, it’s very bizarre” revealed his partner in crime.

“I-I have no idea where this is from, it was already here! I-” Hector gently gestured for him to lower his voice.

“Just pretend nothing is happening, we’ll take care of the rest” ordered Robert, with a spooky look in his eyes, one of a man who was ready to go on a battle. Hector loved this type of theatrics.

"I'll do my best to let you go under the radar." He was going to say something else, probably wondering if to give them an earful since they probably were the loudest angle in the room. Hector was aware of that, at least. He couldn't see his eyes, he was still wearing sunglasses (why? Just why?), but the frown he was reading on his face didn't please either of the fake-ass-ghost-hunters.

"If you see us behaving like idiots..." began the younger idiot in question, "... just know that it's part of the plan. We can't act like we are constantly studying people, it'd be too suspicious", ended Robert, throwing a glance at the man on his side. Hector immediately caught it.

"Obviously. Duh." Their tutor for the night smacked his hand on his forehead at their words. He bit his lip, unsure, and lowered his head.

"I, uh, would thank you but... ehm, I forgot your names..." he admitted shyly, shoving his hands in his pocket, his black lens shining under the white lights.

"You have forgotten them?" Hector asked, sounding truly hurt. 

"You know what? Maybe it's better this way" intervened Robert, apparently trying to console Hector. 

"Tell people you don't know us and we've never met", commanded Robert gravely, a serious look on his face. The teacher threw them a glance from over his glasses. He opened his mouth, thought better of it, then simply turned around and left, going back to his station. 

Hector bit his lip, trying not to laugh. He elbowed Robert gently.

"What even was my name that night?"

"Fuck me if I could remember", Robert simply stated, immediately working to create a new dick, even bigger than the one he previously made. Hector looked sympathetically at the cute, little panda he had shaped.

I'm gonna call it Po.

It didn't take much more time for the class to end. Hector gave Po to Robert as gift a few minutes later, already knowing the poor guy would get lost in the woods. He liked it though, and that was enough.

Surprisingly, it wasn't Po the one they had to let go, but Greenzilla (the name Robert chose for his mastodontic work), when Hector, a proud coward, took it to protect them from God knows what. 

He had to make the rational choice of throwing it at something hiding in the trees. Because there was something in the trees, right? Right, Robert?

They both started running back to the car, scared shitless, and cracked up from the adrenaline rush once on the road.

Sure, Hector had to listen to Robert scolding him when things calmed down - he had spent so much time on Greenzilla, and now he was just gone. They had a moment of silence, to commemorate the friend they failed so soon - but it was worth it. The whole night had been worth it.

And for Robert? He'd have thrown as many gigantic dicks as needed, if not more.

Hector went to sleep with a warm laugh still in his mind.

[linkspooky]

Been going through your asks about your fanfics, which I enjoyed reading. I do wish I have a tumblr account now so I can like those posts.

Moving on, I have a question about your future Zenin Massacre Arc fic if you don’t mind me asking.

In your fic, will Mai still make the Split Soul Katana? I’m assuming so, since it would be a pretty decent weapon for her to use to defend Maki while they are in the pit. But would that also be very damaging to Mai as well though, correct?

In canon, she died while trying to make the weapon due to her wounds. Would this mean that in your fic Mai will die due to the same reasons? Or will you allow Mai to still be standing for a bit afterwards to defend Maki, and the she parish due to blood loss?

Thanks, I'm glad you enjoy reading my asks about my fanfics as much as I enjoy making them. I also like talking about the power system in Jujutsu Kaisen so this is fun.

In this version of events Mai will still make the Split Soul Katana. It just won't kill her. As I stated before in a previous post Mai is going to die by physical means rather than draining herself of all cursed energy. Two reasons why, number one because they don't share cursed energy in this fic so Mai dying wouldn't change anything about Maki's strength. The second because Mai's intention wasn't really to sacrifice herself for Maki, she wanted them both to live but she wasn't strong enough to fend off the curses in the curse pits. This has the added bonus trauma of Maki watching Mai's throat ripped out while her body is essentially paralyzed from her injuries. Mai doesn't die of lack of cursed energy she just bleeds to death from a fatal wound inflicted by a curse.

It would be damaging to Mai to create an entire weapon yes, but I think what really causes Mai's downfall in this scenario is that if she had been training all of her life and trying to develop her ability she would be able to use that, and the weapon to defend Maki when Maki wasn't able to fight anymore. It's really like a "why didn't I work hard instead of complaining and making excuses all this time, I could have been stronger the moment Maki really needed me?" I'm not trying to play good victim bad victim though because the tragedy of Mai's death really comes as a result of both of their flaws. Maki is paralyzed because she thought going into the Zen'in clan alone was a good idea. Her greatest flaw is she always insists on fighting alone. Mai isn't strong enough to protect her sister the one moment she needs her the most and dies because she's "weak". Even if she comes back from the dead, it's something that will make Mai's self blame even worse.

Mai will be standing for a bit afterwards to defend Maki yes, but she's more or less going to be eaten by a cursed spirit right in front of Maki. In gory detail. Right for Maki to see. For the simple reason that she's not strong enough to exercise them. The wounds that summoning the split soul katana on her body, and the wounds Ogi gave her doesn't really help that situation either, but it's not what kills her the cursed spirits do. Mai also creates the Split-Soul Katana, but due to her lack of knowledge of all things Jujutsu she has literally no idea how to use it.

"It ignores the hardness of everything, and cuts the soul directly, but in order to use it as its full potential, the wielder must have a pair of eyes that can see the souls of inanimate objects."

Mai can see cursed spirits, but you could argue that because of her habit of looking away from cursed spirits in terror all of her life, and her unwillingness to develop her abilities as a Jujutsu Sorcerer she has no idea how to properly use the weapon she just made. She essentially is trying to use a level 1000 sword at level 1, and it's useless. A kitchen knife would have been a better tool to defend herself.

After Maki watches her sister die, she experiences a hallucination of Mai on the beach, bidding her to destroy everything. This isn't what really happened because Mai's dead on the floor, this is just Maki's brain conjuring a hallucination to give her the motivation to move again. I have a different idea of how Maki can unlock Toji's strength as well. Basically, Maki would have become as strong as Toji she just needed to wait until adulthood for her body to develop to handle the strain of Toji's heavenly restriction. More or less she is at the equivalent of Toji's level of strength at her age, she's just trying to develop too much strength too fast. Maki after Mai's death, then basically invokes a binding vow on herself. It's similiar to Gon using his nen to unlock his full potential too early. Maki uses a binding vow to unlock her full strength, and the consequence of the vow is to be determined at a later date. This is what gives her the strength to start moving her body again and overcome everyone in the Zen'in, and she picks up the Split Soul Katana and uses that as her weapon. Maki also is just a little bit delusional after her revenge spree, and genuinely believes that Mia's spirit is in the katana, the same way that Rika haunted Yuta as a vengeful curse for years after the fact of her death.