#I still have several drawings I have to do for a thing I’m doing w my friends haha…

[rayplaysif]

A very quickly drawn Rilian, my mc for @obesericewrites game The One Who Made Red. This is actually the second time I tried to draw her haha, the first one was earlier this year and it just never got done, so I scrapped it and redrew her when I read the most recent update last night

[readychilledwine]

hii!! i’m in love w your writing!!❤️❤️❤️ can i please request one where it’s azriel x reader. Feyre sees azriel wearing a ring on his left finger and asks,

” i’ve seen you wear that ring forever azriel, what does it mean? ”

” it’s my wedding ring ”

and her jaw drops bc she didn’t know he even had a lover.

” who is she? do i know her? what is she like? ”

he smiles faintly and says

” her name is y/n, she’s my mate and wife and she isn’t a warrior like us, she works at a library downtown. you don’t know her, only rhys and cassian do. we have a house in the outskirts in velaris. she is very sweet and i love her more than anything, our daughter is- ”

” YOU HAVE A DAUGHTER ????? ”

he nods and tells them all about her, he asks if feyre wants to meet reader and their daughter and feyre smiles and nods. He asks reader in the mating bond if it’s okay to bring her, nyx, rhys and cassian to dinner. reader says yes and azriel tells feyre he’ll pick them all up tonight before leaving to help his wife prepare. Reader meets feyre and become friends instantly, nyx and their daughter become friends aswell.

” how did i not know this?? this makes so much sense now. How he never sleeps here and he’s gone for days sometimes but not on missions. ” feyre asks rhysand.

”don’t worry i didn’t know for a long time either, Az is a very private person, he is extremely protective of his family. i’m glad he told me at all. either way he’s still a mystery sometimes, i learn new things about him all the time and i’ve known him for over 500 years” rhys says and laughs knowing your perfect for his brother 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️😭🥹😍

Haven

Warnings - none

A/n - I played with this for a while, rewrote it several times, and then made something that met in the middle of what came to mind, but still stuck with the request. Hopefully, you love it, dear 💜

Feyre had been in Velaris for 5 years. 5 long years and she had yet to figure out why Azriel kept a simple black band on his left ring finger at all times.

The two of them were on the couch, Rhys across from them, as they looked over maps of a few of the Illyrian Camps that had been recently renovated. The new cabins, mess halls, and dorms were a huge success, and figuring out the same layout for the remaining few was a huge topic of interest for the three smaller camps.

She glanced at the ring one more time before tapping it. Rhys and Azriel both looked at her, brows raised. "So, not magic," she muttered to herself. She tried spell cleaving it, "And not a ward or shield."

Azriel blinked at her, brows knit in silent question. Rhys had his hand over his mouth, hiding his amusement. Leave it to his wife to provide entertainment without knowing it was needed. "I-" she sighed. "You wear this ring all the time. I'm trying to figure out why."

Both of the males chuckled. "Probably the same reason you wear your wedding ring, Feyre Darling."

The High Lady made face, tapping the ring again. "Don't be ridiculous, Rhys. I would know if Azriel was married."

"Evidently not, my love."

Feyre and Azriel held eye contact, the male then going back to the maps. "Since I have extensive time in Steppes Peak, I think it would be easiest to move the mess hall here, at the base of the mountain, maintain the warroom in the carved out cave, and build better dorms here," he pointed to an empty part of the map.

Rhys nodded, drawing it out on the empty map he had. "I'm sure y/n will agree with whatever you say."

"Okay, stop." Feyre crossed her arms, pouting slightly at the two of them. "Azriel isn't married, and making up some name to make me feel stupid isn't kind."

Azriel sighed. He leaned back while dropping the scent ward he kept on himself at all times. He watched as her face fell. He knew his scent, chilled air and cedar, was the predominant one in the mateship, but now a soft floral scent, something like lavender and warm honey clung there softly.

"I've been married for longer than you have been alive, Fey." Azriel patted her hand. "I have a daughter older than you and another younger than Nyx."

He watched as her face fell, a small amount of hurt flashing across it. "Why didn't you tell me?" She paused, looking at the sleeping heir in his craddle. "We could be having play dates. I could have a friend who understands."

Guilt settled into his face as he pulled her into him. "I torture people for living, sweet sister. I execute people on your orders. I imprison people with a flick of your wrist." He tilted Feyre's head up. "Y/n has no combat training and refused to learn. She likes to sit at home writing poetry, baking, and cuddling our children. I do not bring her around or introduce them to anyone to keep them safe." His face held the ghost of a rare smile. "I think I've brought her to meet Rhys and Cassian once."

Rhys nodded. "I've met her once here and several times behind your back in town. Especially after my first niece was born."

Feyre kept her gaze on Nyx. "He could have a friend," her voice was distant.

Azriel stood, placing a kiss on her forehead as he did. "I'll be right back." Rhysand's smile grew wide. Folding the maps and putting them away. He moved to the liquor cabinet, bringing down one of his more expensive wines.

Azriel reappeared with you and both daughters in tow. Your oldest ran to Rhys, jumping on him and holding him tightly, her wings fluttering with joy as she did. "Hello, Amara," he nuzzled into her hair. "Missed you so much, baby girl. Cassian is on his way."

He walked with her in his arms to the table, setting the wine down and then carried her over to Feyre. "Would you like to meet your aunt?" She allowed Rhys to set her down and turned toward Feyre.

There was little question she was Azriel's. She was the beautiful artists dreamed of painting. Soft classic features framed with inky black hair that fell in gorgeous curls. "Feyre, this is our niece Amara. She's 56. She was my favorite suprise when I got home from the mountain."

She smiled shyly, keeping close to Rhysand. "Hi."

"Hi," Feyre didn't know what came over her, pulling the Illyrian female close to her and holding her. "I'm so excited to meet you."

Amara wrapped her arms around Feyre, returning the gesture. "Me too. Mom and I have been BEGGING dad for a while. But you know how the bats are."

The door slammed open, rushed loud footsteps and a panting filling the hall. "Where's my baby?!"

Amara pulled away from Feyre, smiling softly before moving away from all of them. She was rushed by Cassian, lifted up into his arms as he spun her.

Feyre looked to her side, noticing Azriel next to her, holding a swaddled bundle. "This is Iris. She's a month younger than Nyx." Azriel wouldn't look away from his daughter and her peaceful sleeping face. "I fear the day she loses her chipmunk cheeks."

Feyre looked around the room, trying to find the reason this was happening and felt her heart shift when she saw you, arm wrapped around Rhysand's bicep, looking at Nyx.

You were wingless, long dark hair braided back. Soft leggings and a sweater that was a few sizes too big covering your frame. Cassian had moved next to you, bumping you with his arm and smiling down at you. "He's so beautiful," your voice was a melody, a soft echo that brought calm to the room. "And so sweet. Look at those rosy cheeks."

Rhysand pulled you away, moving you back to Feyre. He handed you to Azriel, arms out expectedly. "Don't make me command it."

The shadowsinger placed his youngest in Rhysand's arms, hands shaking despite the trust between them, "Be careful with her. Please." Rhys nodded, moving over to Cassian. "Feyre, this is y/n, my wife and mat-"

Feyre didn't allow him to finish, hugging you instantly, tears lining her eyes as she did. "Please tell me we can be friends and cry about our babies together."

"I didn't realize that would even be a question. Of course we will be friends, and of course we will cry about all of the things. Our mates don't get it. Cassian, though, Cassian will join us."

The warlord stuck one finger in your direction. "Let me love them in peace, y/n."

You leaned into Feyre, "Has he cried while holding Nyx yet?"

She nodded. "Oh yeah. Big illyrian baby."

"The worst, aren't they? Rhysand, did you want me to make dinner?"

The High lord looked at Azriel, a small look of guilt on his face, "Please."

You squeezed Feyre's arm, kissing Azriel as you moved towards the kitchen. "You know where to find me if she needs me." He nodded.

Azriel moved to Cassian, watching like a hawk as the general snuggled the small babe in his arms. Amara was sitting by Nyx a look of love and adoration on her face as she sighed.

"She's perfect for Azriel in every way," Rhys stroked Feyre's hand. "I was nervous at first too when he brought her home. I was even more nervous when his fears manifested in the form of being deeply private with her. But she is perfect for him."

Feyre nodded, watching as Azriel glared as Cassian due to the loud squeak his baby had just let out.

"His girls are beautiful." Rhys hummed in agreement. "Y/n is beautiful."

Feyre moved to Amara's side, sitting next to her and smiling as her niece started asking questions.

She didn't realize it until now, but this was the missing piece. The part of the puzzle that had sat empty despite every thing around it being done. You and your girls were that lost center.

Now she just had to convince Azriel to keep bringing you around.

General tag list:

@hnyclover @glitterypirateduck @slytherinindisguise @mischiefmanagers

[treedaddymcpuffpuff]

Excessive Force : Tom Ludlow x Fem Nurse Reader (COLLAB W/ THE INCREDIBLE @johnwickb1tsch) - Chapter Map Twenty-Six

TW: choking, noncon, dark shit, Julian

You’d be a liar, if you said you weren’t floating on a little cloud, as you go about your duties at the hospital. You’re smiling stupidly to yourself for no reason at all–and it’s all Tom Ludlow’s fault, of course. 

Later, when you’re sort of able to think clearly, you marvel at the way that man let you have your way without actually getting mad about it. You weren’t really sure what you were getting into, as you snapped the cuff into place. And maybe you’re still not sure who actually manipulated who. 

Maybe it doesn’t matter. 

All’s well that ends well…and that ended very fucking well, if you don’t say so yourself. 

You’d actually almost managed to forget about Doctor Julian for a little while. That is, until you hear a crisp click click outside the door when you’re getting something out of a supply closet and you jump three vertical feet in the air.

Ok, maybe not that high, but your soul certainly attempts to leave your fucking body. 

When you whirl to confront him–he’s gone. 

Bastard. 

Then several cases come in one after the other. Two gunshot wounds, a stabbing, a car accident, a gnarly burn. You are too busy to think about anything else but saving lives. 

Looking back, Julian undoubtedly banked on that, near the end of your shift. You are exhausted, and covered in grime, and hungry too because you missed out on your sandwich. It turns out that man can move stealthily as a cat, sneaking up without a sound behind you, until it’s too late and he’s bundled you into the lab, which sadly is rarely if ever occupied. 

You struggle, of course, to little avail. The way he bares his teeth as he pins your arms behind you betrays his enjoyment of this little ambush–too fucking much. His mouth crashes over yours, a punishing kiss that clashes teeth and bruises lips. He draws away just as you try to bite down on his wicked tongue. 

“Get off of me,” you snarl, though even now you're conscious of drawing attention, keeping your voice down. 

“Just wanted a little preview of our weekend festivities. Are you looking forward to it as much as I am?”

“No.”

Too late, you realize that’s exactly the answer he wanted. You can tell by his pleased smirk. He doesn’t want you to enjoy this at all. It would absolutely take the fun out of it for him. He makes it seem easy, to hold both of your wrists together in one of his large hands, his other lifting to brush away a stray lock of hair from your face. In any other circumstance the touch could have almost seemed tender–but you are a lamb in the jaws of a wolf, and you begin to tremble in his grasp. 

They do this–abusers. They lull you with some nugget of sweetness, put you off guard so that the violence is even more satisfying when they strike. It’s strange in a way, to compare this outwardly dignified man to the handsome redneck who used to knock you around back in Kansas. But really they are just two sides of the same fucking coin. 

You should fight back. Knee him in the groin, or maybe try out a headbutt. But your limbs seem to have forgotten how to function–and Julian has that little piece of damning lead in a baggie that could completely upend Tom Ludlow’s world. 

He feels it, as you remember that, the fight leaking from your bones.  “I’m proud of you, y/n. Someday, you won’t fight me at all.” 

You’re smart enough not to tell him this will not be an ongoing thing. Once you have that piece of evidence in your hands…you are gone. Maybe you’ll have to switch to a different hospital. Anything, not to have to deal with this asshole on a daily basis. 

Or, you could tell Tom, and this motherfucker will be unalived faster than you can say workplace harassment. Ok, maybe that’s not a good option, but it feels good to think about at this moment, when you are helpless in this monster’s clutches.

His touch migrates to your jaw, squeezing just this side of too hard. “I’m feeling…peckish, y/n. I think I’d like a little amuse bouche to tide me over until Saturday.”

Your heart drops to your feet.

“Amuse bouche? Who do you think you are, the Marquis de Sade?”

“Funny you should mention him. I think he had some very interesting ideas.”

“Julian…we’re at work.”

He just smirks, that cold glint in his eyes like a bared blade. 

“I think you mean to say, ‘Yes, Doctor.’”

You glare at him, and he waits, squeezing your wrists in his vice of a grip uncomfortably. 

“If you break my hands you will be in so much fucking trouble.”

He only finds your threat amusing at best. “Useful thing about being a doctor. I am well versed in the limits of the human body.” He squeezes harder, and you gasp. It makes his eyes shine like a kid outside the gates of Disneyland.

“How’s this for a limit? If you mark me up, Tom will come after you. He sees me naked every day.” You’re not sure if it's a good thing you mention this, but in the heat of the moment your protector’s name spills from your lips, invoked like your household saint. And you will admit, it feels good, to see Julian’s eyes darken at the mention of your intimacy with Tom.

“I think you're forgetting who holds the cards here to your boyfriend’s future. You had better come up with some good lies for Saturday, because I intend to leave my marks all over this beautiful skin.” He lets go of your wrists, but only to run his hands over your forearms, raising gooseflesh as he goes.

“How’s it feel to be a fucking creep?” You ask, genuinely, actually curious about the answer, trying not to give any reaction to his fingers teasing higher up your arms, putting every single nerve on high alert. 

His hand envelops your throat, fingers pressing against the sides and closing just enough to make it hard to breathe. “Please, go on,” he nods, looking down at you with a snarling grin. 

You don’t give him the satisfaction. You let him choke you in varying degrees and intensities and angles, saying nothing while he works at your throat like a he’s learning an instrument; what makes you cry, what makes your eyes roll back in your head, what makes you sputter and cough and gasp for the sweet air he’s depriving you of. 

Maybe you wish he would just strangle you to completion, instead of torturing you like this. Every time he lets you breathe it just makes the next instance of his huge hand around your throat that much worse. 

“Beg me to stop,” he hums against your ear, snaking tongue flicking at your soft dangling skin. 

You do. You beg, sweetly even. You beg for breath, which is something you never thought you’d have to do again after the freeing age of 18…and then after the horribly abusive first ex. 

But here you are. 

[midnighthybrid1]

So I may have a favorite lad

Surfer dude has my heart 👊😔

In all seriousness tho, I just wanted to do fanart for this lad I didn’t mean to turn it into a fully colored comic-

BUT HERE WE ARE

I actually rly like how this turned out? I gave it a slight paper texture overlay and I like how that looked.

Samir Surfsup belongs to @thelone-copper ! Y’all should go check’em out, their art is very very tight 👊😎

I based Wally and Home’s appearances off of this post by PartyCoffin, it’s so peaceful and cute.

Samir gives me the vibes that even if he’s surprised by something he just rly easily vibes with it? Like, for instance, there could be a giant sentient house on the beach and he’s just like ‘Yo thats tight’ and then move on. Or he forgets to put sunscreen literally everywhere but his nose and his reaction after getting severely burnt is just ‘Woah bummer, dude’ and then he goes and does the same thing cause he Ain’t Bothered™️

I could be very wrong about that but that’s just what I imagine when I see him 😅 gives me Effortlessly Cool Vibes pretty much

Full Page Ver. Under the cut! (W/Paper Texture and W/Out Paper Texture)

I’m still learning how to do comics, so little random stuff like this is a fun exercise. I may draw more fanart of this lad, we shall see-

Hope ya like the art and have an awesome day!

Likes and Reblogs are appreciated! PLEASE DO NOT REPOST MY WORK!

[ataliagold]

Under July Stars That Would Glow Like Sparks

For @astrangersummer week 5 prompt 'fireflies'. Title from I Wonder by Gabe Quinn.

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Rating: General

W/C: 1242

Tags: Established Steddie, post-Vecna, everyone lives, fluff and minor angst, bittersweet, summer nights, catching fireflies, soft Steve, soft Eddie, Dustin being Dustin

Summary: At the end of summer, Steve and Eddie spend the evening with Dustin on a familiar hill. Soon, they'd have to tell the kid they were about to leave Hawkins, but not tonight. Tonight was for catching fireflies.

___

Eddie cackled, leaping around in the field, doing his utmost to catch fireflies in clasped hands under the moonlight.

Steve sat nearby. A beer beside him, Eddie’s thin hoody rolled up under him, protecting his Levis from the grass. He watched fondly as Eddie scuttled around with all the grace of a newborn deer, clapping his hands together as he tried to catch the little bugs between his fingers.

Dustin was having much more luck with the net, swooping it high in the air and then twisting off the top of it to keep his catch inside it.

“Eddie, you gotta use the torch like I said, remember?” Dustin huffed, net in one hand, the other on his hip – a mirror of the ‘mom’ pose Steve was so often teased about. “Mimic their light pattern, turn the torch on and off, it helps draw them -”

Eddie scoffed, reached out and flicked Dustin on the edge of his cap – why he was still wearing that thing at night time, Steve wasn’t sure.

“Yeah, yeah, Henderson,” Eddie teased. “Just admit you’re inferior at catching them, you gotta use the damn net after all -”

“You haven’t even caught one yet!” Dustin spluttered, indignant.

“I’m integrating myself into their group!” Eddie argued. “They’re just…getting to know me. Just wait, I’ll have that jar full within the hour.”

Steve smiled, chuckled lightly into his beer, took a sip and set it aside again.

They were on the hill where Dustin’s Cerebro had once stood a few years ago. It was long gone now; dismantled by a quiet Dustin with Steve standing off to one side, the kid barely able to look at it after hearing the screams of his friends, the roars of a monster that had sounded from it.

They’d helped save the world from this very spot once.

Now, it was just a hill.

Steve turned away from Eddie and Dustin for a moment. Looked down at the twinkling lights of Hawkins down below, at the little town that was slowly getting back on its feet after enduring literal hell.

They were leaving soon. He and Eddie.

They hadn’t told the kids yet. Steve knew Dustin would take it the hardest, that maybe he wouldn’t fully understand, wouldn’t be able to grasp the fact that Hawkins no longer felt like home for all of them.

Soon, they’d tell them. In the next few days, in fact, now that they were nearly ready to leave. They’d tell them about the apartment in Chicago close to Robin’s college, about the part-time course Steve had been accepted into, about the several promising job listings Eddie had interviews for.

But before that, they’d decided to let them have one last summer.

They’d take the kids to Lover’s Lake, watch as they splashed around and shrieked with laughter, hang back on the side of the shore and shake their heads when the kids asked them to join them in the water.

They’d go for barbeques at the Hopper-Byers house, sip beer with Hopper and Wayne. Steve would sit with the former Chief when he went quiet at the end of the day, when he nursed a cigarette that had long burnt out and watched the kids with a faraway look in his eyes.

They’d help Lucas with his basketball – or rather, Steve would help, flushed and sweaty but happy as he bounced a ball around the court with the boy, gave him tips and encouragement while Eddie sat on the sideline, barely hiding the way he was leering at Steve in his short shorts.

They’d sit with El and Max, Steve doing El’s hair just the way she liked it, sitting quietly in front of the TV while Eddie and Max laughed loudly at whatever terrible horror movie they’d decided on.

They’d have one last campaign, Eddie making it extra special without ever telling the kids why. Steve even joined in briefly, playing the role of a heroic NPC, Eddie making sure to impart all the DM knowledge he could onto Will and Mike.

And, on a clear, warm evening, they’d catch fireflies with Dustin.

“Steeeeeeve,” Eddie called, pulling Steve from his thoughts.

“Yeah?”

“Come help me? I’m not sure these bugs like me after all.”

“I told you!” Dustin said loudly. “If you just use the torch like I suggested, you’d have heaps!”

Steve huffed out a laugh, stood up with a slight wince as the scar tissue on his sides pulled, and dusted dry grass off himself.

He approached Eddie, shaking his head at the way he was swiping at the air. Reaching out, he clasped his larger hands over his boyfriend’s.

“Slowly,” he murmured, guiding Eddie’s hands gently around the nearest little glowing bug. “Don’t scare them, just…gentle.”

Eddie watched, wide-eyed, as Steve gradually squeezed his fingers together, trapping the firefly inside.

His hands shone, warm and orange, and he grinned as he felt the bug zapping about against his palms.

“We got one,” Eddie whispered. “Look, Steve.”

Steve chuckled, kissed the top of Eddie’s head because he couldn’t not. “Yeah, Eds. Dustin, hand us the jar, will you?”

Dustin brought it over, held it up to Eddie’s cupped hands.

Eddie paused. Glanced over at Steve, then back to the jar.

“What are you waiting for?” Dustin asked, raising his eyebrows.

Eddie shifted from foot-to-foot quickly, scrunching his face up, but keeping his hands gentle around the bug. Steve recognized the signs of him being caught in indecisiveness, brought a hand to his lower back.

“Eds?”

“I think I wanna let it go,” Eddie said firmly.

Dustin rolled his eyes. “Seriously? After all that?”

“Hey, it’s my bug,” Eddie shot back. “I can do what I like with it.”

Dustin groaned, stomped away, picked up his net to get back to work.

Once he was out of earshot, Steve stepped in closer to Eddie.

“You ok, Eds?” he whispered, because the other man’s face had fallen a bit as he stared down at the still-trapped bug.

Eddie blinked, and a silent tear tracked down his cheek.

Steve hummed, quiet and soft, reached up to brush it away.

“What’s the matter, baby?”

“I don’t…” Eddie paused, took a breath, started again. “Should we let it go?”

Steve took Eddie’s clasped hands in his again, knew he wasn’t really talking about the bug.

“Do you want to?”

“I think so. But we put so much work in, does it make sense to just…let it leave?”

Steve kissed him. Brief and sweet. “I think it makes all the sense in the world.”

Eddie’s face twitched as the firefly batted against his palm again, seeking an exit.

Slowly, he opened his hands.

The two of them watched as the bug slowly emerged then zapped into the air, their eyes following that small point of light until it faded into the night sky.

Steve took Eddie’s hand, held it tight as they watched Dustin swing his net around, cursing or laughing depending on how successful he was.

Steve would miss that kid. God, he’d miss him.

But he was ready to put Hawkins in his rear-view mirror, ready to wake up next to Eddie every day in a town that wasn’t permanently tainted by so much horror for them both.

He looked at Eddie. Smiled sadly, squeezed his hand tighter.

Together, they lay back in the grass to watch the moon glow down on Hawkins, perhaps for the last time.

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[tomurawr44]

would you mind writing headcanons of tomura and my oc? she’s a tall goth so i wonder what you’d think about their relationship 🫰🖤

(i’m okay with both sfw and nsfw :3)

TOMURA/OC HEADCANONS!

A/N: your oc is gorg omg! I remember seeing your posts when i first started getting back into my Tomura obsession and it forced me to lock in and actually cook up a coherent oc with lore 😭 I'm so honored I appeared on your radar🖤 maybe I'll man up and finally make my oc into a drawing to post here.... sorry if the nsfw section is short!

WARNINGS: nsfw under the cut, ooc, just assumptions based on her looks so sorry :( I DONT WANNA BUTCHER OR MISCHARACTERIZE HER SOS.....

I know you said her and tomura but toga loves her and tries to get her to hangout with her whenever Tomura has you around him.

they place their beds together in minecraft.

she has beat him in all the games he plays atleast once and he still sulks about it to this day.

they have been to the mall together and she came with him to the mall scene w/ deku to pick him up and to tell him to knock it off.

she's his collar lol she keeps him in place and to stay rational.

i would like to think she's in the league of villains.

they have painted/written on eachother's controllers, mouses, switches, and even on their clothes.

Tomura thinks her hair is really nice and just likes to carefully run his fingers through it, when i say careful i mean he individually holds locs of hair to put them between his fingers so he can run his hands through it.

Tomura thinks she's emo.

she's kind of assertive over him, but not infront of the league because she knows it'll piss him off.

one time she got so happy drunk with Tomura he had to hold her hair back while she throws up in the toilet. she's done that for him too. holding his fringe up while he vomits is such a couple thing.

twice likes to refer/compare her hair to his mask, he thinks it's cool.

dabi also thinks she's pretty chill, and wonders why she's with Tomura when obviously there's better options. (Not him, he's pretty innocent if u have read the bnha smash manga with the villains!)

he likes it when she ties her hair up.

he texts like a dad, a thumbs up or replies with some outrageously stupid image he found online.

Mr.Compress also thinks she's cool, spinner is somewhat jealous of Tomura though, but he understands why you're with him.

Magne and Toga LOVE her. as in, when the league becomes closer they've had girls sleep overs, twice was invited of course, he's the exception.

Tomura, Dabi and Spinner have eavesdropped in these conversations, mostly Tomura and Spinner while Dabi only does it if he's really bored and all he has to do is kick rocks.

Toga wears her clothes sometimes, actually, all the girls in the LoV have done a fashion show with twice.

Twice is her girls girl.

Tomura gets jealous when he walks into the sleepover room only to see you and toga cuddled up, while magne is unknowingly cuddling against twice.

he has taken a photo of it before though.

he's tried to put on height extenders inside his shoes whenever he's with the league, but after the shoe fell off because it was so loose he's never done it again.

NSFW AHEAD!

Remember when i said he likes her hair? he'll put on his gloves master gave him as a kid during sex just to grab a fistful of it and pull her by it.

he loves her chest, so much, he's constantly grabbing at it no matter what and if she tries to push him off he'll pout.

hickeys, hickeys hickeys hickeys. he loves leaving red to purple marks on her pale skin, he feels so good whenever he does that.

he likes to cum on her chest, or get a titjob while he plays some game on his computer.

they have fucked infront of AFO accidentally befor because Tomura assured her he was on mute and probably wasn't paying attention because he called out to his master several times and he got no reply. AFO just wanted to see what would happen if Tomura thought there wasn't eyes on him all the time.

he's sent her links to goth/emo pornos and says 'can we recreate this' (they always do)

he loves the height difference, he loves to nuzzle up against her chest.

he likes to fuck her with some clothes on because in his opinion it's way hotter. (ref to the 2nd pic and her top)

he likes it when she wears heels and lets him hump against her foot, especially with the height difference? he's cumming in his pants that's for sure.

he eats her pussy like a starved man, she has to pull him by the hair to get him to give her a break.

he likes choking her and seeing the red mark formed from his grip, it turns him on so much.

[cosmiicblink]

hi. i don’t normally need / want to make these kinda posts. but after finding out our ex abuser is still on the internet i need to make a quick list of shit they’ve done ( mostly to us. but they’ve done horrible things to others, too ). i do not feel comfortable posting screenshots of their messages to us for personal reasons. i apologize. this post is about sadsadperson or thorncoveredstatues ( their nsfw account )

warning for sexual themes, SH, and other sensitive topics under the cut

to keep it short, they have groomed us, continued to talk about sexual content involving HMSW. they would specifically have one of our headmates which i will be referring to as “A” for privacy reasons, come up with ideas and continue to tell them about any sexual acts in headspace. they would pressure A into doing sexual things with other headmates and ignore us / get extremely upset if we didn’t. overtime they got A to fully only thing they were wanted if they spoke about sexual content, when this was brought up they later used it against us as a reason to keep talking about sexual content after finding out our age. for context, we lied and said we were fifteen for a long period of time, and then told them our actual age ( fourteen, thirteen at the time a month or so away from our birthday ). they forgave us and directly told us that they’re fine with it. we had been dating for a while at the time. they originally were only dating one headmate who i will refer to as “R” and then guilted us into fully dating them. they also claim to be a system, while saying they do not have any trauma and it is proven they will fake having alters. they have also sexualized trans men ( like me and our current boyfriend ) and treated them like their afab bodies. they also once said when referring to hmsw “make them trans, not for the rep or anything, but cunts”. they’d also gaslight us into thinking we did things that we did Not do. we have severe amnesia because of DID and if we told them we felt like they were lying to us. they’d reflect and say they felt like we were telling them they were doing things they weren’t. they would also regularly spread lies about us ( like pressuring them into sexual talk, when they forced R into sexting once. ) with the intent to isolate us and get other people to hate us. they would regularly openly talk about SH for pity, without any warnings around people they knew had their own issues surrounding it. they stated they wanted “worse trauma” to two SA victims ( me and a friend ) and would regularly say that they wanted to have SA trauma. they would get upset if we spoke to other people. ever. they would also purposefully try to get new headmates to be “sourced from them” so they could control them. our HMSW headmates are all sourced from their fanfictions, and they would non consensually use this to harm them. ex; giving W kinks as a way to publically humiliate him without consent, while he was actively telling them to stop. they would sexualize our and other’s trauma. along with a lot of an endless cycle being from a FRIEND who they stole ideas from. they also would take information they guilted A into telling them and put it into their nsfw fics. they’d try to purposefully get us and others to split, and. if i’m being honest, are most likely not a system considering they originally said they were a system after we came out as one. and then suddenly without any pre tense or amnesia claimed to be a DID system after we did. they would do similar things with other disorders. ex: saying they had BPD right after we figured out we did, while complaining about our symptoms of our mental & physical disorders to others. they would send our BPD splits caused by them accusing us of lying about everything ( after we expressed we thought we were going insane ) and send screenshots to other people. without context. they would also manipulate us into drawing nsfw content of HMSW, we did not want to draw this. but they wouldn’t show us love or affection otherwise. they’d also promise they’d pay us for drawing other non nsfw things and then never did. even after we reminded them. they also claimed that someone desvered to be left because of having an addiction because they did. in SOURCE, they’d frequently say and act like they had the ability to speak on subjects they had no part in just because it happened in their sources. which they’d change depending on if it was convinent. they’d also take criticize and make fun of people who read non-con / dub-con to cope. as a NON. SA. VICTIM. let me emphasize, they are NOT

[riddlebot]

Welcome Home - Beginner's Guide!

Want to get into Welcome Home but overwhelmed and not sure where to start? This post is for you!!

I've seen a lot of people who are interested but aren't sure where to begin, or even how to begin! Lucky for you, we are currently in the prologue, so it'll be easy to get caught up!

I'm gonna put this under a read more because it's quite a big chunk of text.

For starters, I'm going to post some of Clown's (the creator of WH, @partycoffin) wishes as far as fandom and engaging with content:

No publicly posted NSFW (as of right now) of the characters! Clown has stated they aren't sure how they feel about this just yet, and so have asked people to not do this. Do not sell merchandise or art with WH characters! This is Clown's intellectual property and he is just one person! The only person that should be making money from WH is Clown! Please don't repost people's art, including Clown's! It's really sad this has to be stated at all - everything on the website is free to use and spread around, but don't repost Clown's art from his blog or twitter! Not everything is canon and reposting old art confuses newcomers and is also just rude. Shipping is fine, as is fan works, making OC's for WH, and cosplay! Do not send Clown theories, fanscripts, comics, ect. They are still working on the story and do not want to accidentally use someone else's idea.

CONTENT WARNINGS! This is directly from Clown's website.

Common attributes in Welcome Home that may not be suitable for all audiences are listed below!

Eyes, eye contact, or staring.

Unreality or derealization.

Gore.

Puppets or mannequins.

Exploration of heavy topics, like death, isolation, and mental health.

Auditory unease, such as unpleasant sounds.

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Its also important to note that this is currently the prologue and the story itself will not actually start for quite some time. Also, the only things that are currently canon are things that are found on the website. Any of Clown's concept art or art found not on the website is not canon within the story at this time.

Now, with that out of the way - here is where I would recommend getting started! Like a lot of other current WH fans, watching NightMind's video introducing the ARG is a great start! He also has a second video outlining some of the clues he and his audience found.

The second video isn't a necessary watch as I will be going over all the clues here, but it's there if you want it! (Note, the second video is a stream VOD of his and his stream alerts can be quite jarring and loud so just be warned.)

There is also this google document with an outline of clues, but I'm going to list most of them in this post as well in a more cohesive way.

HARD EVIDENCE - I'll be outlining them page by page, and only listing things that are not speculative evidence.

Intro Page (/welcomehomeyou) - Scroll down to the blurb at the bottom of the page titled Website Updates. In the first paragraph you should notice the letter Y in the word "your" is offset from the rest of the text.

Welcome Home (/whats-welcome-home) - Underneath the black and white drawing of Howdy there are 2 paragraphs of text. In the last sentence of the second paragraph, the W of Wally's name is offset from the rest of the text.

About Us (/about-us) - In the FAQ there are several things of note. - First, in the answer to "How did you begin you research into WH? There is hidden text visible when you highlight over it that reads "But it hurts." Seemingly in response to them being thankful to be the first to start this journey. - There is text laid over (or under?) the answer to "Why did you make this website?" It reads: "When I unwrapped the first letter, I felt it. I heard it. Open. Open. Open. I want it out. I’m going to get it out." At the end of this answer, the apparent restoration team says "It mean it is inside of you too, then," in relation to other people having said they remember the show. There is also more hidden text that seems to follow this, asking: "Does it hurt?" - Further down, after the end of the answer about episode numbers, there is more hidden text that reads: "The numbers are so hard to read. Sometimes I can’t see them."

The Neighborhood (/your-neighborhood) I will be listing every individual's introduction page here despite them all having their own site pages just for simplicity. There are several things to note here as well- starting off with another offset letter. In the blurb at the bottom of the page, the X in expand is offset. - If you click and drag the picture of Home (mobile users can sometimes see this right away, or see it if you zoom in/out on the page) you will see that behind Home is a dark abyss with a spiral in the center of it. In front of Home there is an invisible link, if you click it, you are taken to So Below (/so-below) which shows a gif of Wally on his knees in front of one of Home's windows/eyes, which is shaking rapidly. - Clicking on the you in "you're" directly above Home in the blurb at the top of the page takes you to the secret page, You. (/you) This page resembles the neighborhood introductions pages, but the blurb is blank. There are dancing letters at the top that say You, and a white paint stroke appears and then text slowly types "Wally is your best friend." - Every resident's page says "go back" in colorful letters underneath them, aside from Wally, who has black lettering that says "good bye!" - Every character is presented in past tense in their bios aside from Wally. - Every neighbor's bio mentions them being a puppet aside from Wally, Eddie, and Julie.

News (/welcome-home-news-page) - The letter E in the gif that says News is out of sync with/below the other letters.

Links (/welcome-home-links) - Two things of note: the only gif on this site that is clickable is Barnaby's, and the WH gif that cycles through every character's eyes always pauses for a beat on Wally's.

Guestbook (/our-guestbook) - The guestbook is a beast in itself so I've left it for last because there is a lot to cover. - First: We find out last offset letter in the guestbook, on page 5. There is an entry that reads "I love you ♡" from Silly mc Billy, that has a crayon doodle repeating the words back. The V in love is offset. - On page 8, in 2 of the blank entry places, are hidden text notes. One is from Wally that reads "You're looking for me. Silly. Silly." The other is from W a L L y that reads "You won't write back." - Almost every crayon doodle over the guestbook entries are hidden messages from who we are assuming is Wally. If you open the images in a new tab, the end of the url (aka the name of the pictures) will have a message in response to the entry he's doodled over. I won't outline them all because there are a lot but definitely take a look at them!

SECRET PAGES - The result of finding all the offset letters! There are 720 combinations of the letters but not to worry, there are only a handful of pages to see! The letters are YWXVE.

try again (/yxwvoe) - Leads to a bugged version of the 404 page. Instead of Home, it shows (assumedly) Wally's telephone, and the text reads "Uh Oh!  Uh Oh Loooks like you Wandered wandered wandered tooooooooo far away from Home! Head back." The ck of the word back is in a different font. - If you click on the gif of the phone, it leads to the page duet (/singingmp4) - there is a playable file here of Wally singing the song Beautiful Dreamer. After he is done singing, he says that those are all the words he knows as that is all Barnaby taught him. He asks "Do you like it?" Home answers in a series of bangs and Wally replies, "That's good, I think."

answer (/eovwxy) - a video of a static filled television. there is a lot of brown noise here, nothing can be clearly made out though. a pair of eyes flash in the video at one point as well, seeming to be Wally's eyes. they flash on the screen and roll upward.

try again (/wyxoev) - a gif of home with various cropped eyes cycling quickly over where home's eyes are, before freezing on a single pair. The word "OPEN" slowly is spelled under the gif.

try again (/voywex) - The word "Hello." is slowly typed out and a cropped gif of Wally's eyes suddenly appears. The eyes shake rapidly. More text follows, reading, "You’re there. I can't see you. Do you see me?" And then much more rapidly appearing text, "Then stay quiet."

try again (/woxyve) - This page is covered in various images. Multiple cropped images of a script for an episode of Welcome Home. A gif cycling through the resident's eyes, much like the one on the Links page, but each time it gets to Wally it pauses longer and longer - His pupils also dilate more each time and he gets closer and closer. The gif ends on Wally's red background but he is no longer there.

IMAGES - outside of the guestbook, a lot of the images on the website have interesting details of note.

At the bottom of the What's Welcome Home page, there are several images in a gallery. Several of these have interesting details. I do want to say though that several of the images in this gallery come from art Clown did in response to asks, ect. So I am not sure how much of this weirdness can be chalked up to inconsistencies and how much of it is genuine hints or clues. - Image 1: A page out of a magazine or catalog showing off some Welcome Home merchandise. The merchandise in the picture all have lettering, A-C, and the corresponding description of said merch at the bottom of the page. But there is also a letter D in the image next to a blank space, with no description. The D is crossed out. - Image 3 + 4: A We'll Be Right Back screen featuring Frank and Julie cooking. If you mess with the exposure of the B/W version of this image, it reveals faint white text over the "We'll Be Right Back!" that reads "May Your Home Be" - Image 5: At the bottom right, the text along the side of the image reads "Hello you" - Image 12: Wally's Halloween costume is a red devil. - Image 13: Wally creepily looking outside of a pitch black Home, with text that reads "There he is!" - Image 26: The book Wally is reading shows the same scene he and Barnaby are portraying in this image.

About Us has 2 interesting images: - the original version of the Julie and her siblings is covered in paint and very wrinkled, as well as the picture taken of it being very dark. The bottom of the image depicts a human hand in a blue latex glove holding the page. - in the gif of Frank's head spinning, the titles of the books next to him read (from top to bottom) Hello / It’s You Know Who / I'm your neighbor / Do you think about me? You do / I’ve felt you.

If you read this whole post, wowza! I hope you enjoy getting into WH! Despite laying out most of the hints and clues in this post, I still very much recommend going to the site yourself and poking around. There are a lot of little things I didn't cover here as they aren't concrete, so there is still plenty to discover!

Also, if you haven't already, you should go follow Clown, and consider supporting him on ko-fi so he can continue to work on this project, as well as continue their education and hopefully move into a safer home!

[lizzyscribbles]

An Exercise in Futility (Part 2)

Not entire sure where I plan to go with this, but the pen calls to me and who am I to deny her?

(Part One)

Some days Yoichi felt good enough to take the stairs, but unfortunately the awkward shuffling alone was already proving too much. After the second time around, he’d been forced to plop down in one of the puffy, plastic chairs and catch his breath. In his mind, he could hear his brother scolding him for pushing himself, but he knew his struggles probably had more to do with the fact he’d neglected his morning medications and therapies. Soft coughs rocked his chest, and with a trembling hand he reached up to rub it.

To be fair, he had fully intended on continuing any prescribed treatments at home when he’d started skipping appointments–it was one of the only ways he could convince himself to go through with the lies–but after a few weeks the piles of pills and heavy masks had seemed less and less appealing. 

So he’d just…stopped.

Thankfully, his brother hadn’t seemed to notice yet. The last thing he wanted was another freak out and hospital stay like he’d had earlier in the year. The scars on his chest still ached whenever he thought of the incident, urging him to rub over the freshly healed marks. Hisashi hated that particular habit of his, resorting to physically pulling his hand away whenever he did it within view of the other. Yoichi was never sure why the scars seemed to bother Hisashi more than they did him, but he’d stopped wearing the low cut, loose shirts he’d favored after he caught his brother staring at the thin, white marks with that look on his face one too many times.

Yoichi didn’t remember much of the most recent scare. He’d been in bed when it’d started, chest aching as it often did, and he’d gotten up to get some water. The next thing he knew, the toilet was painted a deep shade of red and Hisashi was at his side, gripping him like if he let him go he’d just disappear as he screamed through the manor. The rest of it was a blur, but the several months he’d spent in the hospital afterwards were burned into his mind forevermore. The wailing machines, the constant surveillance, and the lack of freedom to when pee by himself made him shutter more than the pain ever did.

He’d never say it to anyone out loud–least of all Hisashi–but after the last incident, he’d told himself that if it were to happen again he’d just let himself go. 

Yoichi didn’t want to die, per say, but he didn’t want to live either, especially not like that.

Being sick was exhausting. 

His watch buzzed, drawing him from his thoughts. Lifting it, he found Hisashi’s name displayed across its face. 

The car is waiting outside when you’re done, don’t forget to have the receptionist give you a copy of the notes from today. 

Yoichi smiled wryly, sending a little thumbs up and an “almost done!” for good measure. He sat for another minute or two before easing himself up from the chair and shuffling over to where his favorite nurse, Helga, sat behind her station. She smiled as he approached, grabbing a pen out of its holder, an appointment card at the ready. He smiled back, giving a half-hearted wave.

“How’s my favorite nurse today?” He rasped, leaning against the edge of the station for support.

Helga giggled. For a seasoned nurse well into her career, she had the laugh of a middle-schooler who’d been approached by her crush. “Yoichi, baby! It’s good to see you! How’re you feelin’? Your appointment go okay? You here for my autograph again?” 

“Sure am,” he quipped, “got the pen ready for me?”

She nodded, “you know I do. Whatcha got for me today?”

“November 18th, at 2PM.” He replied easily.

“You got it.” She was already neatly transcribing the information onto the little piece of cardstock. “I keep telling you the lovely lads and ladies over in Dr. Millard’s office would be happy to write this down for you, baby, you just gotta ask when you make the appointment.”

“Sure, if I actually made an appointment, I’m sure they would.” He thought to himself, instead choosing to say. “Yeah, but then I wouldn’t have a reason to come see you, would I?”

“You don’t need a reason to see me, baby, you know that! I’m always happy to say hello to my favorite patient.” She hummed, neatly signing the bottom of the card with a little flourish and a smiley face. “But there you go, I’ll see you in two weeks, okay? Oh, well, hm, no maybe I won’t…”

Yoichi’s heart jumped a little, but he swallowed his panic and smiled. “Oh? Why not?”

“My actual baby is getting married! We’re traveling up north for the wedding, so I’ll be out for a few weeks, but like I said, everyone else would be more than happy to help you!”

Yoichi nodded, pulling his lips into a little smile as he resisted the urge to sigh. He wasn’t sure what he’d do if Helga left for good. There was only so long he could use the “I lost my reminder card” excuse with the other staff. Eventually, someone would look him up in the system and realize that his last actual appointment was six months ago and he’d canceled every single one since. Then they’d call Hisashi, since his older brother was technically his legal guardian, and all hell would break loose.

Yoichi couldn’t risk that, he was already pretty sure his brother was starting to suspect something–Hisashi always had been frustratingly good at reading him–so Yoichi had to make sure he had no reason to do so. Next time he’d have to bite the bullet and actually schedule a real appointment, then cancel it as soon as he’d opened the reminder text in view of his brother. That was usually enough to quell any suspicions Hisashi had.

He thanked Helga, wishing her the best and congratulating her on her kid’s marriage before making his way down to the ground floor and out the door.

[gintrinsic-writing]

For the Unusual Fic-Specific Asks for Authors ask game – would you be interested in doing Perspective Flip for This World (is only gonna break your heart), chapter 1’s head trauma fic?? If you want a specific character I think Legend would be interesting, but honestly I’d love to see any character’s POV! (I love this fic so much I need to put in an actual decent comment for it asdfgh)

I'm notoriously slow at writing fiuhshsdfush sorry, but it's incomplete. I probably didn't get to the part you most wanted, but I work the rest of the week, then have to host family for 5 days, so I'm not going to have a chance to write again for a good bit. Hopefully this is still fun to read! I might be able to get to the rest when life slows down.

Based on this short fic.

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“Four?” Legend questioned, wariness coloring his tone. “You good?”

“Yeah,” Four rasped. His fingers flexed around the hilt of the Four Sword over and over again. Even from across the field, it was easy to see that his breaths were too shallow. He licked his lips. “Wild, could I have more of that herbal water?” 

Wild’s ears drooped guiltily. “I’m sorry, but there’s not much left, and Warriors still hasn’t had any.”

Legend sent a sharp look to Warriors, cutting off the self-sacrificial bullshit before it could even begin with a well-timed frown. Warriors acted like he didn’t notice, but he pressed his lips together as he tied off the last of Time’s bandages. Drama queen.

“Right,” Four murmured. He handed his empty cup back, then tugged on his hair. His hand visibly trembled. “Sorry, I wasn’t thinking.” 

Sky questioned Four about an injury, and several others joined in. Legend tuned them out, thumbing one of the heart rings as he watched Hyrule. The traveler swayed a little as he approached, and he sat down without an iota of grace. Sweat dampened both their arms as he leaned against Legend. It was uncomfortable; Legend didn’t consider moving.

“Don’t volunteer for watch tonight,” he murmured, rolling his eyes when Hyrule stuck out his tongue. 

"Don't tell me what to do, Leg."

“Bitch.”

“Worrywort.”

Before Legend could think of a comeback, he noticed Four beginning to pace. The grass nearly reached the smithy’s knees. 

“I’m not… me. I mean I am, but…” Four frowned. “I’m not just me. That’s the problem.” 

Hyrule crossed his legs where he sat. “You can tell us. We’ll do whatever we can to help.”  

Four’s eyes darted along the length of the Four Sword as if searching for something. “For you to understand, there’s something I need to…” He trailed off a sharp exhale. “I named myself for the Four Sword because—because drawing it gives me the ability to split into four separate versions of myself. Only… it’s not working now.”

“Like cloning?” Legend asked, thinking back on some of the oddities he’d come across on his quests. 

“No. They represent different parts of me. They’re my colors.” Four’s sudden smile was a fragile thing. “My sense of reason, my sentiment, my temper, my bravery. Obviously, it’s more complicated than that, but that’s the gist. And right now…” Once more, he touched the dried blood along his hairline. “I can’t hear them at all. I can’t split.”

“Split?” Legend mouthed, just as Sky asked, “Hear them? You normally hear voices?”

Well, that was concerning. Legend thumbed his heart ring again, glancing around at the others. Warriors was still in that eerie way of his, and Wild looked strangely mournful. At least the Old Man seemed to be resting well.

 “It’s not like that. I get… impressions. Influences,” Four answered timidly. 

“The voices influence you?” Warriors asked, and ah—there it was. That tone he used when he was truly worried and trying not to show it. Legend wondered if any of the others recognized it for what it was yet. “How often does that happen?”

Four twitched, then smiled again. “I’m probably explaining this poorly. The voices are me. They’re normal.”

Wariness returned to Legend’s gut, and he could feel Hyrule slowly tensing. He had a feeling things were about to get worse.

[atalina-falling]

bsd analysis: ichiyō higuchi

I’ve had this in my notes app drafts for a long time, but here it is. My analysis on Higuchi, who is, in my opinion, one of the most underrated characters in BSD. Note that I’m not the first person to do an analysis on her and I likely won’t be the last, so there may be things in here that others have already pointed out before. With that said, let’s get into it. No spoilers this time:

pattern of idolization

[ch 14: translated by easygoing scans]

Higuchi’s devotion to Akutagawa is one of her most defining traits. While BSD has several characters who idolize their peers to an unhealthy degree, Higuchi stands out in that a) we still don’t have an explanation for her feelings, and b) this idolization is not based on a connection between the real-life authors. Below, I’ll give examples of other characters who also share this kind of codependent relationship and explain how Higuchi differs from the pattern:

Akutagawa and Dazai

Akutagawa chases after Dazai’s approval because of the way Dazai abused him in the Mafia and subsequently abandoned him afterwards. In real life, their roles were reversed, with Dazai greatly looking up to Akutagawa and trying to win the Akutagawa prize.

Poe and Ranpo

Poe idolizes Ranpo’s intelligence and previously made it his goal to defeat him after Ranpo beat him in a game of deduction. In real life, Ranpo looked up to Poe as a mystery author and even modeled his pen name after Poe.

Nikolai and Fyodor

Nikolai considers Fyodor the only person who will ever understand his messed up psyche. In real life, Fyodor was inspired by Nikolai’s work and the two shared similar political views, although they never met.

The reason that Higuchi breaks this pattern is because a) her reasons for chasing after Akutagawa are unknown, and b) as far as I’m aware, the two authors had no connection in real life. Higuchi lived centuries before Akutagawa and while some famous authors did acknowledge her work (eg. Mori), Akutagawa was not one of them. (If someone ends up discovering a link between them, please let me know, since my Japanese is still not great so all the research I do is in English). Higuchi’s actions in the story show that her feelings for Akutagawa go far beyond simple infatuation: from staying in the Mafia just for him, to stalking him when she sees him with another girl.

relationship with Akutagawa

It’s worth looking at Akutagawa’s character to see what exactly Higuchi might idolize about him. Akutagawa is cruel and senselessly violent. While Higuchi is most likely desensitized from working in the Mafia, it’s been shown several times that she does not enjoy violence and only carries it out when necessary.

[ch 4: translated by easygoing scans]

However, though she might not enjoy Akutagawa’s excessive violence, it’s possible that she looks up to it as a form of strength. Higuchi has been shown to doubt her own strength and value within the Mafia. Meanwhile, Akutagawa is infamously known as the Rabid Dog. Not only does his violence earn him fear and respect, it‘a also what makes the Black Lizard respect Higuchi by extension. At least until chapter 14, where she proves herself by going in to rescue Akutagawa alone. But even after her subordinates learn to respect her, Higuchi still remains devoted to Akutagawa.

Higuchi also hasn’t shown attraction to anyone else in the story. Unlike Dazai, who is naturally flirty and has canonically had multiple failed relationships with women (L), the only time Higuchi ever shows attraction is towards Akutagawa. This makes it less likely that she acts this way towards all her love interests and this is simply a part of her personality.

her eyes

Harukawa once mentioned that they purposefully draw deranged characters with larger and darker pupils, while characters with a chance for redemption have more light in their eyes. Higuchi’s pupils in the manga are half light, half dark, making her one of the Mafia members with the lightest eyes. This could tie in with her wanting to leave the Mafia and goes to show that if not for Akutagawa, she could blend back into society and find a peaceful job with relative ease.

[uploaded by easygoing scans]

unknown ability

Higuchi is one of the few characters with an unknown ability. Back in 2018, Asagiri tweeted about not having decided on a name for her ability yet (look how many exclamation marks lol).

[translated by @Chibikko_Chuuya on Twitter]

In real life, Higuchi’s most well known work was called Takekurabe, which literally means “comparing heights” but is usually translated as Growing Up or Child’s Play. However, the fact that Asagiri struggled to decide on a name for her ability may suggest that it’s either unrelated to her literary work (eg. Oda’s Flawless) or derived from a combination of multiple works (eg. Poe’s Black Cat in the Rue Morgue). Shoutout to @/nikadoesanart for pointing out the second possibility on Discord over a year ago when we first discussed this.

parallels with Tachihara

My theory is that Higuchi’s development will be similar to Tachirara’s. Both started out as side characters with an unknown ability. However, in the DOA arc, Tachirara’s ability was revealed and he suddenly became very important to the plot. Along with his ability, his backstory and motives were also explored and he underwent a lot of development in a short amount of time. It’s very possible that this is what we’ll see with Higuchi as well. Once her ability is revealed, she’ll play a much larger role in the upcoming plot and much of her character—including the backstory of how she ended up in the Mafia and her reasons for being obsessed with Akutagawa—will be explained.

sources

Sources for the historical connections I mentioned between the real-life authors are a little all over the place, especially when it comes to the Japanese writers (doing research in English really is a limitation). However, I’ll do my best to compile them:

This post by @/bsd-bibliophile is honestly the best online source I found regarding Dazai and his relationship to Akutagawa. Much of it is a summary of the book Self Portraits: Tales from the life of Japan's Great Decadent Romantic.

There’s also an image scan here of the letter Dazai wrote to Haruo Satō, one of the judges for the Akutagawa Prize, the first time he failed to win the award.

Edogawa Ranpo naming himself after Edgar Allen Poe is probably literary trivia at this point and is mentioned below the information chart on his Wikipedia page.

Nikolai being a literary influence for Fyodor is explored in this 227 page-long PhD dissertation which I probably don’t recommend reading unless you have lots of time, but the section “The Role of Nikolai Gogol in Fyodor Dostoevsky’s Literary Mind” (pages 4-16) has a lot of information about the relationship between the two authors.

[sluttyten]

dark side of the moon

Yesterday <- || -> Kinktober Masterlist

Day Eight: Knifeplay & Blindfolds w/ Xiaojun

Word Count: 4,073

When you first met Xiaojun, it was on a blind date. He was a friend of a friend, and as you sat across from him for dinner, you knew nothing except that he was very handsome. Of course, throughout dinner, you got to know each other better. 

Xiaojun was an aspiring chef. He’d just finished culinary school, and he was still working in the kitchen of one of the highest rated restaurants in the city, but he had dreams to open his own place someday when he’d saved up enough.

You had questions, Xiaojun had answers, and you thought that the night went quite well. 

It was a few weeks later, after several more dates, when you were at last invited over to Xiaojun’s place. He was going to cook dinner for you, his roommate was out of town for the week, and you were thrilled to imagine that you were possibly going to end the night finally in his bed.

You prepared yourself for the night you wanted. Dress for success, and all that shit. You wore pretty lingerie beneath your dress, just praying that Xiaojun would get to see it tonight. You’d been longing to have him in bed since your first kiss on the second date. 

Xiaojun had made preparations too, though his were of a different sort. 

When he opened the door to welcome you into his apartment, you were greeted with the warm, savory scent of something already cooking. You breathed in deeply, trying to figure out what exactly you were smelling, and Xiaojun’s fingers brush your shoulders, helping you out of your coat, his fingers trailing down your arms in a way that sends a barely-contained shiver down your spine.

“You look beautiful,” Xiaojun says. “Please, don’t judge my place too harshly. Ten’s the clean one, and he’s been gone for too long already.”

The apartment looks fine to you, but your eyes are only for Xiaojun as he leads the way back over to the kitchen area. He’s got a variety of ingredients laid out on the table. Something cooks in a pot on the stove. The oven is preheating. 

Xiaojun ties an apron around his waist, and he reaches for one of his gleaming, sharp chef’s knives. 

“Do I get to help?” You ask, leaning against the back of one of the kitchen chairs. “Or do I get to enjoy the show?”

Xiaojun smiles, glancing up at you as he brings a few carrots onto his cutting board. “If you think this is going to be an interesting show, by all means, you can watch. I didn’t invite you over to work for your dinner.” He looks back down at the cutting board as he begins to professionally julienne the carrots.

“Maybe I’ll work for dessert, then,” you reply, catching Xiaojun’s eye as he once again glances up at you.

You enjoy watching him work on dinner. The professional way he does everything from dicing vegetables, seasoning the food, wiping down his knives. It’s all entertaining and attractive.

Maybe you should’ve told Xiaojun about your knife kink, you think as you watch his skilled movements with his knives. Watching his long fingers on the handles of the blades just gets your mind whirring and your heart pounding. You’ve been so horny thinking about tonight, that if you don’t get to have sex with him before the night is over, you just might spontaneously combust.

Xiaojun snorts a little laugh, drawing you out of your thoughts.

“What?” You ask.

“I know people like to watch chefs cook, like there are many shows about this sort of thing, some even with very cinematographic takes on filming it, but I don’t think I, personally, have ever had anyone look quite as interested as you.” Xiaojun sits aside the knife he’d been using, and your gaze follows his hands to where he wipes his hands quickly on the towel tucked into the waist of the apron. “My eyes are up here, darling.”

Your gaze snaps up to Xiaojun’s face. “Sorry. I was just, um, watching your hands.”

He smiles, the sight sending a burst of warmth into your chest. “I’m sorry. I’ve been neglecting you. I haven’t even kissed you yet.”

Xiaojun reaches out then, his hand cupping your cheek, and you sink into the touch, falling into his embrace. His kiss lingers, gentle. 

He’s so gentle and tender and loving with you, you think as he pulls away to return to the dinner preparations. There’s no way that he would be able to fulfill your knife kink; there’s just a rougher quality about that kink in particular that you don’t think you could see Xiaojun exploring.

Dinner preparations continue, and you distract yourself from his hands by talking with him instead, by helping him out as well as you can. Even once the preparations are finished, there’s still time left before you can eat, the main course is in the oven. 

“Forty minutes,” Xiaojun tells you, as he unties the apron and lays it over the back of a chair. “What should we do to pass the time?”

What you do is sit in his lap on the sofa, his hands on your hips and feeling up your thighs as you make out with him. That wasn’t the plan, but it is what happens, and you have no complaints because it indicates that your hopes for the night are looking good.

By the time that the forty minutes have passed and the timer beeps to alert Xiaojun, you’re both feeling a little frazzled. You feel a little drunk from Xiaojun’s kiss and his touch, and as he walks away from you to check the oven, you see him place his hand over the front of his pants, touching the bulge that you’ve felt against your thigh for the better part of the last twenty minutes. 

Sitting through dinner is fine. The meal itself is wonderful, delicious, clearly prepared by a man who knows what he’s doing in the kitchen. But the entire time you’re sitting there eating and talking with him, you just wish that you were sitting in Xiaojun’s lap with his cock inside you. So you’re quite distracted, even more so when your gaze falls on Xiaojun’s hand around the knife he’s using to cut his dinner. 

Now that you’re incredibly riled up, that one look at his hand on a knife, is too much.

Xiaojun looks at you in surprise when you suddenly sit your utensils down beside your plate and sit back in your seat. He raises an eyebrow, and he asks, “Is something wrong?”

“Can I ask you something?” You do your best to keep your gaze on his face instead of straying down to his hand, the fingers curling around the handle of the knife. “And do you promise to not look at me like I’m a freak?”

That makes Xiaojun frown ever-so-slightly. “Go ahead?”

You take a deep breath before continuing, praying that you’re not totally blindsiding him with this. “You’re really good with knives, Xiaojun.”

He swallows, his lips tight together, and your will falters. Your gaze lowers to the blade in his hand as his fingers flex around it.

“Have you ever thought about using them on anyone?” You ask, your gaze unwavering from the knife. “Like, during sex?”

The silence that follows, the way that Xiaojun stares at you with an unreadable gaze, both serve to make you nervous. He thinks you’re a freak for asking him a question like that, that must be why he doesn’t say anything for what feels like five minutes afterwards. 

And then Xiaojun lays his utensils down, he pushes his chair back from the table, and he stands up. “Get up,” he says, watching you closely. “Get up.”

Fuck. You’ve ruined it. You like him, you thought this relationship was working really well considering it started on a blind date, but you’ve just ruined it. He’s going to kick you out.

You stand up slowly, approach him slowly as Xiaojun just stands there watching you. 

The moment you’re within reach, Xiaojun’s hand darts out, grabbing tight to your wrist. 

You don’t expect him to turn and walk away, don’t expect him to tug you behind him not in the direction of the apartment door, but across the open layout of the apartment toward his bedroom. Relief and excitement flood through you in equal measure; maybe you haven’t ruined this after all.

You can barely keep up, your feet tripping you up in your eagerness to follow Xiaojun, and the moment that you’re through the bedroom doorway, Xiaojun pushes you towards his bed. 

The bed is neat, all the sheets tucked in nicely, the pillows lined up against the headboard. You feel a couple of them fall as you land on your back, wrinkling the duvet. You lie there for a moment, heart pounding in your throat as you hear Xiaojun rifling through a drawer, and then he’s right there, his face above yours. 

A cool kiss meets your throat, a familiar one that fills you with excitement. He has a blade.

A moan breaks through you, loud in the otherwise silent apartment.

Xiaojun drags the blade of the knife down to your shoulder. “I wondered why you were watching my hands so closely all night,” he says softly. “I thought maybe you just have a thing for hands. But now it all makes sense.”

You whimper again as he lifts the blade, delicately tracing it along the line of your jaw.

“Can’t believe that all that dinner prep has gone to waste. You couldn’t even wait until after we’d eaten to let me know what a dirty girl you are?” Xiaojun tsks, and he lowers his mouth to your throat, kissing over the spot where he’d first kissed you with the knife. “I should punish you for it, shouldn’t I, darling? Wasting my time and effort just so you can get off.” He tsks again.

When Xiaojun sits up, you lie still, watching as he kneels above you. You search for a hint of the blade in his hand, but he hides it behind his back as he moves backwards off the bed to stand right there.

“Sit up,” he commands. “Take your dress off.” 

You obey happily, sitting up, reaching for the hem of your dress, and you pull it over your head in one fluid motion, forgetting about its existence as soon as it leaves your hand. You sit there, being as good as you can with your hands folded in your lap, looking up at Xiaojun. 

“Turn around. On your knees.” 

You like the bossiness, his commands short and brusque. You once more obey, turning around so your back is to him, and you sit on your heels, knees folded in front of you. You don’t know what to expect, and that excites you even more.

When something falls in front of your eyes, you startle a little, but it’s just a blindfold. Xiaojun tightens it over your eyes, tying it behind your head. 

“Alright?” He checks with you.

You nod. “Yes, Xiaojun.”

Next, you feel his hands skimming down your arms until he wraps his fingers around your wrists, drawing them around behind your back. He ties something around them too, binding your wrists together. And at last, you feel the reminder of the blade. He brings the tip of it over the sensitive skin of your inner forearm, to the crease of your elbow, and back down again.

When Xiaojun pushes at your shoulder, you have no choice but to tip forward, falling on your face. You stay like that for a second, but then you feel the rap of the blade against your ass, and hear Xiaojun say, “That’s better.”

You can feel him trace the blade over the soft skin of your ass, the tip of it scraping just light enough for you to feel it. You whine and do your best not to squirm.

“A couple things before we get started, darling,” Xiaojun says, and you can tell he’s moving, walking around to the side of the bed on your left. “You want this, right? You were asking me for knife play?”

You nod. “Yes.”

“And you want me to fuck you, too, right?”

“Yes, Xiaojun,” you squirm, feeling the binding on your wrist dig in a little.

“What’s your safeword, in case I take anything too far?” He asks, and you feel the knife touch your cheek. Your whole body lights up, mind going blank for a moment until Xiaojun reminds you of his question. 

You decide simple is best. You’ll just go with the color system. “Red. If I don’t like it, if I need you to stop. Red.”

“Good,” Xiaojun says. “Where do you stand on drawing blood?”

You shake your head. That’s never been part of it for you. You like the threat of the knife, but you’ve never been so much into actually being cut. “Not that.”

Tenderly, Xiaojun touches your cheek, this time with his fingers. “Okay, darling.”

You wish, as Xiaojun starts, that you would’ve gotten a glimpse of the knife so you could visualize what he’s doing. Is it big? Little? What color is the blade or the handle? 

You’re left here in just your lingerie, ass up for Xiaojun, your arms tied behind your back, and when at last you feel the sharp point of the knife glide up your inner thigh, you think you just might cry. How are you so lucky that Xiaojun is into this too? 

“Is this what you had in mind all along tonight, darling? Wasting my time on dinner because you just wanted to get fucked?” Xiaojun asks, and you feel the blade reach the very edge of your panties. Your pussy gives a hot throb. If Xiaojun looks close enough, he’ll probably see your wetness creating a spot on the thin fabric. “You look pretty. Maybe I should carry you back out there to the table, fit you beneath the table, make you suck me off while I hold my knife to your throat, so I can finish eating.”

You moan, and Xiaojun taps the flat side of the blade against your clit through your panties. 

“Would you like that? Sucking my cock at knifepoint?”

You whimper, nodding with your cheek against the bed. 

You don’t expect Xiaojun to actually do any of what he’s just said, but the next thing you know, a arms are around your torso, lifting you up off the bed, and his other arm goes behind your knees, and he lifts you off the bed with a strength you didn’t know he possessed. He holds you against his chest as he walks from his room, back out to the kitchen table, still set with your dinner.

Xiaojun carefully sits you on your feet, and then his hand presses at your shoulder. “Kneel down, darling.” His hands help guide you to your knees, but then he’s moving around you. You hear a chair pulled back from the table, and then the blade of the knife returns to play. You feel it against your upper left arm, pressing in against your flesh in a way that you take to mean that Xiaojun wants you to move to the right, so you move on your knees, scooting to the right.

“Your head,” he says, and you duck your head, feeling his fingers pass over your hair. Even with the blindfold still fastened securely, you can tell when you’re beneath the table. Your heart pounds in your throat and in your pussy. You can’t believe he’s doing this, gonna make you suck his cock beneath the table while he finishes eating. 

The knife withdraws from your arm, you hear the chair moving back across the floor. You feel the slight movement of air as Xiaojun sits down in the chair, and then, his foot nudges your knee on one side, his knee brushes your shoulder on the other side. You hear the sound of him unfastening his pants, bringing down the zipper. His breath catches a little when he probably touches his cock, and then you know he’s got it out in the open when a slight musky scent touches your senses. 

“Open.” 

Your lips part, your tongue peeking out. 

You feel something brush your lips, and you startle, pulling back a little because it’s certainly not his cock. It’s too cool and too manufactured to be a penis. Your lips close.

“Open,” Xiaojun repeats.

This time when the mystery object touches your lips, you let it slip between them, let Xiaojun press it past your lips and over your tongue. You know that he wants you to fellate whatever this is, so you do, acting as if you were sucking his cock, you put on a little show. Xiaojun thrusts it back and forth a few times before you understand what exactly it is.

Xiaojun shallowly fucks your mouth with the handle of the blade. 

As soon as you’ve realized what it is, Xiaojun pulls it away, and instead, you find the sharp edge of the blade against your cheek. You don’t move, holding still as you can. 

“Want you to suck my cock like you just did that, okay, darling?”

“Yes.”

The blade falls away, you hear Xiaojun scoot his seat in closer, and this time when something touches your bottom lip, there’s no denying that it’s his cock. Eagerly, you take him in, swallowing down as much of his cock as you can take. And then you feel the prick of the knife against your chest. The tip of the blade pokes against your breast, gliding over skin, and you feel Xiaojun’s knuckles brush along in the wake. The blade rises to the strap of your bra, lifting the strap away from your skin, and you wonder if Xiaojun will do it. Will he ruin your pretty lingerie?

But the blade slides back across your breast, and you hear the sound above you of Xiaojun beginning to eat his dinner. 

Somehow, the thought of him just using your mouth while he does something else is equally as arousing to you as him holding the knife to your skin. The longer you suck his cock, kneeling here beneath the table, each forward movement to take Xiaojun back into your throat pushing the blade into your tit again and again, the more aroused you get.

Xiaojun doesn’t say anything when you shift beneath the table. Your mouth doesn’t leave his cock, so what could he have to complain about? But you need something to take the edge off, and without the use of your hands that are still bound behind your back, you must find something. 

That something is Xiaojun’s leg.

He makes a surprised sound when your thighs close around his ankle, when he feels the damp press of your panties against his shin. You feel like a dog in heat as you start moving, but it feels so good and right and exactly what you need. Still you suck at his cock, but you feel the blade turn on your chest, slide over your breast, up your chest.

You pause in all of your movements–not humping his leg, not sucking his cock–as the blade reaches the hollow of your throat. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” Xiaojun asks. 

Your mouth is full of his cock, so there’s no way for you to answer. 

“Are you such a slut that you can’t even wait for me to finish eating again?” He asks, and he pushes his chair back, pulling his cock and his leg and the knife all away from you, leaving you knelt beneath the table, blindfolded and bound, your bottom lip pouting out. “Come on, darling, I’ll give you what you want.”

His hand is strong when it grabs your upper arm, pulling your forward from beneath the table, and then up to your feet. You’re unsteady, but that doesn’t matter, Xiaojun spins you around until you feel something against your lower belly, possibly it’s the back of the sofa which had faced away from the kitchen. His hand remains tight on your arm, and then there’s the knife again kissing your throat, and you arch your neck and your back, pressing back into Xiaojun and forward into the knife.

“Gonna act like a slut, darling, and I’ll treat you like one.” Xiaojun’s voice is just a growl, and the sound goes straight to your core. Your panties are without a doubt ruined, completely soaked through with your arousal. But that doesn’t stop Xiaojun from dropping his hand down to your panties, yanking them down. You feel them slide down your legs to the floor, and then Xiaojun’s knee knocks between your thighs, pressing your legs apart, the knife still held at your throat as he finally at last gives you his cock.

Xiaojun slides his cock between your legs, and when he presses against your entrance, you let out an utterly desperate moan. He doesn’t hold back, picking up a brutal pace. The knife is still against your throat, which feels quite dangerous because one little slip, Xiaojun’s loss of control for even a second–

“God, I’m gonna cum already,” Xiaojun moans, and you sigh a little in relief when he drops the knife from your throat. You hear it hit something, bounce, and then hit the floor, but you don’t care too much at all about the loss of the knife, not when it means that Xiaojun puts both hands on your hips as he fucks you from behind, fucking into you with more vigor now, and you feel your orgasm rising quickly as well.

Xiaojun’s desperation pours over into you, and you do your best to fuck yourself back onto his cock. Your fingers twitch against his belly where they’re still bound behind your back. “Touch me, Xiaojun, please. Let me cum, please,” you beg when you feel your orgasm nearly within reach, you just need a little extra push, like his fingers on your clit or something, anything.

“Come on, darling.” Xiaojun’s forehead presses against the side of your head, his nose against your cheek, and suddenly one of his hands is gone from your hip, instead on your chest, massaging one of your tits between his masterful fingers. “Come for me, beautiful.”

You cry out, going limp in his arms as you finally achieve climax. You slump forward over the back of the sofa, and Xiaojun pounds into you several more times, until he too reaches his orgasm, pulling out at the last second to cum down your thigh. 

You feel like you’re crying, gasping breaths rasping in your throat. Your shoulders and wrists ache from being tied back. 

“Good girl,” Xiaojun says. His hands gently run over your back to your shoulders, pulling you up from your draped position. His arms wrap around you, leaning you back against his chest. “You did good for me. It wasn’t too much, was it?”

You shake your head, still feeling a bit like your cheeks are wet with tears.

Xiaojun’s fingers move against the back of your head, and then at last the blindfold falls away. You blink against the bright lights of the apartment, and Xiaojun lifts his hand to your cheek, wiping at the tears. 

“Are you okay?” He asks, and now he reaches behind your back to untie your wrists. 

“I’m fine,” you reply, twisting around in his arms. “I promise. I don’t know why I’m crying except that it was just that good.” You wipe at your cheeks yourself. 

The moments that follow are just Xiaojun taking care of you. He stoops down to drag your panties back up your legs. He kisses your shoulders and your neck, your collarbone, cheek, jaw, everywhere that the knife touched. Soon your cheeks are dry, and you’re giggling and holding back a moan as Xiaojun kisses your throat in a particularly ticklish spot. His hands are at your hips again, and as you hop up to wrap your legs around his hips, Xiaojun smiles against your throat.

“What do you say to another round in the shower? No knife this time. And when we get out, I can serve you dessert?” Xiaojun suggests, already walking away with you in his arms. “You’ve worked so hard for it, after all.”

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Hi!  Here we are at Chapter Two!  If you’ve not read the previous chapter, you can find the Master List for B & W here.  We might still be in setup mode, but you’ll want to start at our first part to get into our lovely characters.

Chapter two finds our new shop girl, Cora, in a bit of a bind.  There is more character background and story building in this piece.  Please be patient!  There’s a lot to build here!   

**This is a piece of fiction.  I have put in a lot of work researching, writing, rewriting, editing, tossing it all and starting over.  I do not know the guys of GVF.  They became my muses for this long ass story.**

Thanks to @whitesuitjake for the Jake edit in the cover.

Thanks to @gardensgatedaisy and @lvnterninthenight - Britt and Bobbie, ilysm.  Thank you for all your support. (You’re probably getting tired of me thanking you, but too damn bad.  Y’all are fucking amazing.)

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Content Warnings: None.  Just some pain and injury. Of course, language, mentions of drinking, smoking.  It is the 1920’s.

Word count: approx. 5700

Chapter Two: Wounds and New Friends, Cora’s POV

     The end of day three of her trial week found Cora standing in the alley peeling away the shoe of her left foot.  She had landed wrong coming off one of the ladders, pressing the back of her tight shoe into the thick skin of her heel.  The cut was made worse from ten hours of standing, with the back of the shoe digging further into the wound.  Walking had become excruciating due to the bruising.  Her legs trembled as she fished her handkerchief from her handbag and wrapped it around her heel.  She bared her teeth as she tried to push her foot back into the shoe, but sucked in a loud groan when her foot just would not accept the prison of leather.

     “Hey there,”  a masculine voice called out from the street.  “Need help?”

     She wiped at her face, hoping that Daniel did not see the pain.  “I’m fine, thank you.  Just a cut.”

     Mr. Daniel Wagner, from what she was able to discern from her past few days, was close with all the Kiszka brothers, but he was particularly close with the youngest, Samuel.  His lean frame entered the alley slowly, his near black eyes taking in her condition.  He pushed back his hat as he bent, hands held behind his back so as not to intimidate her with his closeness.  He was dressed in pressed slacks, dress shirt and vest, his jacket folded in his hands.  Cora was unsure of what his duties at the store were, but he always seemed to be working in several areas of the store and office. 

     “That is not good, Miss Janas,”  he said with a sympathetic nod.  “Come on.  Let’s get you situated.  Sam’s good with these things.”

     He bent and picked up the shoe then assisted her towards the back of the building.  Cora had not been to the area, keeping to the store only, and certainly not the dancehall, though the music that flowed out into the street was always interesting.  The garage had three wide carriage doors, all of which were open to allow the cooler evening air in.  The deep red brick was neatly kept, but the cavernous inside looked chaotic with tools and shelves full of metal and parts she had no idea what could be in existence for, and the smell of oil and gasoline hung heavy.

     “Sammy!”  Daniel called out as they approached a garage.  “Sammy, I need you.”

     Samuel Kiszka was an anomaly - he wore his hair longer, but yanked back under his hat so that it bunched up against his shirt collar.  His face was always rich with thought, like he was working out complex problems that she would never hope to understand.  His lanky frame was not as tall as Daniel’s, but he seemed to be too big for his actual size.  He was dressed in tweed trousers and an undershirt with his suspenders hanging down on his waist.  The moment he saw her, he ripped the suspenders up and over his shoulders, disappearing for a moment, only to return as he was drawing a jacket across his torso.

     “Sorry, Miss Janas.  Was working on the Earl - I mean the automobile,”  Sam replied, his warm eyes drifting down to her foot that she gingerly was standing on the ball of her foot.  “Oh, that’s awful.  Daniel, bring her in.  Let’s get that cleaned up.”

     “Really, it’ll be fine,”  she insisted even as Daniel tugged at her to move towards a chair in the corner.  “I need to be getting home.”

     “On that foot - I don’t think so.  Besides, do you really want to walk home?  You’ll get blood all over your lovely shoes,”  Sam said with a grin.

     Before she could stop him, he had a knife out and cut the thick brown stockings at the calf to slowly pull away from the wound.  She let out a yip and couldn’t take her foot away if she tried, Sam had her leg in the vice of his large hand.

     “What?”  he asked without even looking up at her.

     “These are…  were my only pair,”  she whispered, eyes on the discarded piece of stocking.

     “You can buy another pair from the shop,”  Sam remarked without a glance at her.

     “I don’t have the money,”  she whispered as her stomach stabbed with embarrassment.

     Daniel’s hand came down on her shoulder.  “We’ll get you over to my Molly’s house.  I’m sure she has a spare pair that you can have.”

     “But I really need to get home,”  she started, but her jaw dropped as Sam brought up a rag pressing it to the wound.

      He shook his head.  “Damn sister, it’s like you sliced the whole of your heel in these things.  Danny, go grab me some water, please.”

      Daniel disappeared for a few minutes while Sam leaned back on his haunches and pulled a silver cigarette holder from his pocket.  He held one to her in offering, but she shook her head.  Her mother did not like the habit, so she had never tried.  He struck a match and lit his own as his eyes squinted at her foot.  With the water retrieved, he set into cleaning away the dried and fresh blood with a look of seriousness.  

     “Well, you’re lucky there’s no sign of infection,”  he said quietly, dabbing at the heel.  

     “Sammy, how’s my baby…”  A fourth voice, full of smoothness, stopped as his heels hit the cement of the garage.  “What the hell boys?  What’s going on here?”

      Cora looked up to see Jacob, hand on one hip, face surprised, not in a good way.  The dark button up and vest strained under the crisp linen of his suit.  She recoiled, bringing her hands tighter against her abdomen like she could disappear.  In the few days of working in the store, she noticed that any time that man was around, the air grew tense, like fabric pulled too tight.  He was typically quiet.  When he did talk it was low, almost hidden, and usually only to the eldest of the clan.  The other shop girl, Renee, no matter what she was doing, would drop away and find something in the opposite direction of the store to do.  She said that Jacob had an awful temper and to just steer clear.

     “She’s hurt, Jake,”  Sam remarked without looking up from his work.

     “I caught her in the alley trying to fix it herself,”  Daniel said, moving closer to her.

     The man’s dark eyes swung from Samuel to Daniel to Cora and she could not stop the visible flinch.  The silence that followed made even Sam stop in his actions.

     “She’s Josh’s new shop girl,”  he said quietly, each word punctuated with a tightness that felt like a hard drum.

     “Not news to us, brother,”  Samuel remarked, finally looking up at his older brother.  “She’s hurt, Jacob.  We’re not keeping her here against her will or anything.”

     Cora blinked hard, trying not to crumble under the man’s attention like she did something wrong.  She tried to tug her leg back.  Sam held it firm, shooting her an annoyed expression.  The curse that fell from Jacob’s mouth made her blush.  His mouth fixed into a fine line as his eyes narrowed at her.  

     “Get her home,”  he said firmly.  “Don’t need any worried mamas coming round here.”

     “Gotta take her to Molly’s first, Jake,”  Daniel said with a nod.

     The flare of incredulousness that washed over him made him seem all the scarier. “Why’s that?”  

     “Had to cut her stocking away.  It was her only pair,”  Samuel said quietly, as he bent to inspect the wound closer.

     “Then take her back into the shop,”  Jacob scolded.

      “Jake,”  Danny said softly, shaking his head.

     Jacob’s dark eyes landed directly on her as if seeing through her.  Cora tried to make herself as small as possible.  Once he had her gaze however, she could not look away.  The hard set of his mouth and jaw made her visibly shudder.  She watched as he dropped his gaze, tugging his hat off to smooth his hair back.  The brown wave that he immediately hid once more caught her attention.  Unlike his twin who kept his hair short, with soft curls, Jacob’s was longer in the front to slick back in the more current style.  Faded sunshine struck him, making the dark brown brighten and soften his edges for a moment.  A moment she took note that there was something beyond the anger that prickled beneath his skin.  Cora felt the fear of his thunder drain away for seconds, taking in how he held himself in a tight form, but his eyes on her - surely his visage of her did not hold concern?  He took the corner of his mouth between his teeth before retreating and pushing back an air of annoyance.

     “Fine.  Take the Kissel.  Get her to Molly’s, but do not linger.  I mean it, you two,”  he said in a hard voice.  “Get her home and get your asses back here.  Josh is not going to like this.  At all.”

     “Does he have to know?”  Sam remarked as the elder brother began walking away.

     “Don’t be a wise ass, Samuel,”  Jacob called out in a path of smoke.

     Cora finally took a full breath.  “Really, I can make it home on my own, fellas.  I’ll be fine.”

     “Committed now, babe,”  Samuel said, rising up to cross the garage to a cabinet. He returned with thin material and a small jar of salve.  “We’ll get you over to Molly’s and get you home.  Josh won’t bluster at us too bad.”

     “I just don’t want to cause trouble,”  she said quietly.

     “No trouble, doll. Let us handle it,”  Daniel said, calm oozing from him to surround her.  

     She winced as he first smeared a large fingerful of the strong scented balm across the wound, then watched quietly as Sam wrapped her foot tightly before trying to get the shoe back on.  It stung a little, but admittedly it felt much better.  She followed them to an auto that was out back of the garage.  The polished silver sedan was the fanciest car she had ever seen.  Samuel held the door open for her and helped her inside before sliding into the front seat next to Daniel.  Before she knew it, they were in the nest of bungalows that she had tried to tell her mother about.  Even in the long shadows of the early evening, her eyes dragged across each of the neat little box-like buildings.  They rolled to a jerky stop, catching Cora off guard and causing her to rock back against the seat with a thud.

     Samuel held his hand out for her as he opened her door, assisting her out of the car like she was special.  She followed the two towards the small home, painted a bright blue with white trim.  The door flew open to let out a soft looking woman who wrapped herself about Daniel like no one was watching.  The musical laughter made her blush as they kissed in front of her.

     “Molly, this is Miss Janas.  She’s the new shop girl,”  Danny said, finally giving her a reprieve from her blush.

     The look the woman gave to Daniel was one of surprise.  Cora hobbled a bit up the walk, catching the eye of Molly immediately.  “Please, I’m Cora,”  she said, attempting a smile.

     “I destroyed her stockings,”  Samuel replied leaning in to kiss Molly on the cheek.  “I’m hoping you can help.”

     “What do you mean ‘destroyed’, Samuel.  Do I need to straighten you out for something you did to this little lady?”  she said with a lot of sass, but a hardness in her eyes that let Cora know she was serious.

     “No, ma’am.  Miss Cora hurt her foot,”  Samuel said with a shake of his head.  “Your knight rescued her from the alley and brought her to me.  We thought maybe you could share a pair?”

     Molly’s quick smile and bright eyes were immediately disarming.  She nodded and waved the three inside.  “I’m sure I have something that will work for you.  And perhaps we can get you gussied up, baby.  I can’t believe Joshua allows you to wear that in his store.”

     “He asked if I could get another dress, but I needed to make money first,”  she said, embarrassed as the words fell from her mouth.

     Molly stopped cold with a hard look.  “Please tell me he didn’t just give you a week’s trial?”

     “Yes - a week’s trial and if I do well -”

     Molly groaned with a finger point at Sam.  “I’m telling you, that little brat may have charm on his side, but I swear, one of these girls someday is going to put him in his place.  Let’s see if it’s you, Miss Cora.”

     She looked back at Samuel and Daniel as the woman pulled her by the hand towards the front door.  Molly grumbled about her being like the perfect kind of skinny and how she would kill to have the ability to wear any form of drop waist without the boobs getting in the way.  

     She was met instantly with the scent of lilac as she stepped gingerly up the stairs, onto the narrow porch and into the home.  It had four rooms and a bath.  The luxury of the idea of four rooms with a bath - running water, no outhouse - for one person made her look upon Molly like she was the richest person in town, though she knew it was not true.  The plain white and wood clad walls were warm as the curvy dancer dragged her to the back bedroom with a snap of electric light. 

     Cora’s eyes popped at the amount of clothing the woman had strewn about the small bedroom.  These were not just day dresses, they were dancing girl glad rags that made her blush at how much leg would show if she donned such an item.  Each was covered with adornment such as splashes of sequins and crystals, and beadwork that she had never seen in person, just on the picture show screen.  She was relieved when Molly opened a wardrobe to reveal modern, yet much more modest attire.  

     “If you plan on getting past this week's trial, you’re going to need this one,”  she said with a confident nod.  She pulled out a dusty colored tan skirt with an emerald under top and a smart little jacket that was the same color as the skirt.  “Now, it’s not too flashy, but just enough so that Joshua will notice that you are attempting to fit into his shop.”

     Cora gazed at the garment with a kind eye.  Molly was right, the green would be the snap, but the tan would dull down that overall look to be more suitable.  Just as she was to thank her, Molly was back to the wardrobe, pulling out a soft rose colored blouse and matching cream colored jacket that also matched the skirt.  The grin that tugged at her mouth before throwing it at her was full of playfulness.  

     “One more,”  she said with a nod.  “This one will be for Jacob.”

     “Pardon?”  Cora stumbled as Molly was combing through the pieces.

     “Oh, honey.  I know a Jake girl when I see one,”  she laughed.

     Cora straightened.  Her mouth opened but nothing came out, until she finally swallowed hard.  “I - I don’t know if I understand what you’re implying.”

      Molly stopped in her search to look at her, bottom lip in between her teeth.  The coy gleam in her eye sparkled.  “Look, doll.  I’m just saying that Jacob, for the hardass that he can be, has a type, and you certainly are it.  Wispy, pretty, smart.  His trifecta.”

      She squinted her eyes at Cora for a long moment waiting to see if there was an argument to be made.  Cora decided to remain quiet, feigning interest in a baby blue skirt that was laid out on the bed, full of crystals and sequins.  Molly turned her back once more, resuming her search.

      “Ha!  This,”  she cooed as she pulled out a drop waist dress that was clearly too small for her lush curves.  “This is what you need to wear on Saturday.  You hear me?  Save it for the last day of the trial.”

     Molly held up a dark blue chiffon overdress with a waist that would reach just below mid thigh.  There was black trim that boxed out the neckline and at the wrists and hem.  The underdress was a rich jeweled blue silk, with embossed flowers of colors blended in the blue, that would only peek out when she moved. Down the sleeves and up both sides were embroidered floral designs with tiny glass beading.  It looked luxurious compared to anything that she had ever worn before.  Cora took the garment with care as she could not help but close her eyes at the feel of the expensive fabric.  Molly had a pair of thin stockings in one hand and thicker brown in the other, waiting for Cora to catch up.

      “I can’t pay you for this, Molly,”  she said quietly, a flame of shame crossing her cheeks.

      “It’s fine, doll.  You’ll owe me nothing more than getting through that trial and getting Joshua to hire you permanently,”  the woman said with a grin.  “Shoes.  Those damn things cut you up because they’re too small.  These will do you better.”

      Soft leather mary janes greeted her when she looked down at the woman’s next offerings.  Tears struck her cheeks, hot and fat as her breath caught.

      “Aren’t you just the sweetest,”  Molly drawled, wiping at Cora’s cheeks with a rough thumb.

      “Jake was serious about hurrying up,”  Sam called.  “I don’t need him to switch me.”

      “When are you going to realize that you’re bigger than he is, Samuel?”  Molly called, helping her to fold all the items neatly.  “Give him a little chin music one time and I’m telling you - he’ll back down.” 

      Cora rolled her lips into her mouth to keep from smiling.  

     “Crack him once and he’ll put lead in my belly,”  Sam jabbed back.  “Come on.  It can’t be that hard.  We gotta go.”

      Molly rolled her eyes, but relented.  The two women strolled out, the new shoes on her feet felt more like pillows than shoes.  Daniel and Sam were already waiting at the door for her, shooing her along outside.  In a repeat at the garage, Samuel held his hand up for her as he held the door open.  He grinned as Daniel started the car and they rumbled out of town in a hurry.

     Between the jumps, bumps, and sways, Cora felt like her backside would be bruised.  She held onto her newly acquired treasures tightly so as not to lose them in the darkness of the seat.  Her heart fluttered as they made turns and curves in the near black of the evening with only two very dim lights to lead the way.  She wondered how Daniel could see anything, but thought it was best to be left unasked.  They had her home in a quarter of the time that it would have taken if she had walked.  As they rolled to a loud stop, she saw her mother and younger siblings stream out of the tiny cottage they called home.  

      With flair, Samuel slid out from his seat and made a big deal of helping Cora out and ensuring that she had all of her items before closing the door.  He assisted her to the front of the car before she looked up at him.

     “Thank you for this,”  she said quietly.  “Please tell Daniel I appreciate him, too.  That was the bee's knees.  Truly.  I’ve never been in an automobile before.”

     He smiled at her, his dark eyes catching a bit of the light from the lights of the house.  “We’ll see you tomorrow then, Miss Cora.”

     She smiled at the formal tone as he turned back to the automobile.  The look on her mother’s face was distrustful and angry.  She tried not to limp as she walked towards her family, but by the time she reached the door, the littles were swarming her and nearly took her down as the pain flared in her foot.

     “That better not become a habit, Cora,”  her mother scolded before turning and heading inside.

     “Yes, Mama,”  she said, looking over her shoulder as Sam and Danny disappeared into the distance.

     “I suppose there is a reason for that nonsense,”  Rosemary continued.  “Honestly.  Riding in an automobile with two strange men.”

     “Mr. Kiszka and Mr. Wagner are respectable gentlemen, Mama,”  Cora said as she sat her outfits down on the table to remove her jacket.  “They were only helping me out.”

     “And why is that?”  she asked as she pulled the pot of beans off the woodstove.  

     Cora’s eyes went to the hand-me-down shoes that were on her feet as if she could guide her mother to notice.  “I cut my foot on my oxfords.  They helped me and did not think I needed to walk home because of the injury.”

     Her mother paused as she started dishing out bowls of the thick mush.  “What did they expect in return?”

     “What?”  Cora sat up straight, her face blushing at the connotation.

     “You come home in an expensive auto, with two men.  One of your stockings is cut away.  You have new clothes and shoes.  What am I supposed to think?”  her mother said with a hard edge.

     She placed her hand on the clothes protectively.  “Mr. Samuel patched up my foot, Mama.  That was all.  It was an act of kindness.  Friendship.”

     Her mother shook her head and called out for the children to get to the table.  Cora stood and moved her items into the shared bedroom of the family before joining them once again at the table.  There was no sound as they prayed, ate, and left the meal finished.  Junie was sullen as she dried the dishes next to Cora who was washing.  Their mother was in the other room, settling down the youngest of the brood.

     “I’ve met him,”  Junie whispered, looking to make sure their mother did not hear.

     “I cannot believe that she is making you do this, Junie,”  Cora remarked, not really caring if her voice could be heard or not.  “It’s not right.  I should be the one she’s trying to get rid of, not you.”

     Junie shrugged at her.  “But I can’t work like you.  We all know that, big sister.  She’s going to keep you for as long as she can.  She’s even got you convinced that you have to support this family when, really, you can be anywhere and we’d be just fine.”

     Cora knew that she had an overdeveloped sense of responsibility, but she could not fathom a reality that allowed for her to not be ensuring her family be taken care of.  

     “Will you show me your new rags?  I love the shoes,”  she cooed as she set the bowls in a stack on the table for the next day’s meal.

     “You said you met Mr. Archer?”  Cora asked after she checked over her shoulder.

     “He seems like he is quiet,”  Junie whispered.  “His children are mean.”

     “You don’t have to do this, Junebug,”  she said as her heart dropped into her belly.

     “I don’t have the same prospects as you do, Cora.  This is my one chance to alleviate hardship on this family.  I can do my part,”  she said quietly.

     “You had better wash that whore perfume out of those clothes tonight,”  their mother remarked as she sat back down at the table.

     “Yes, Mama,”  Cora said as she grabbed the wash basin to move outside.  “Junie, can you get the clothes please?”

     It would give her a reason to show the girl the outfits that otherwise would have to wait until she actually wore them.  Junie retrieved the clothes and the washboard on her way outside.  

     “They smell like lilacs,”  Junie said dreamily.  

     “Her whole house smelled like that,”  Cora said as she tried to explain what had happened and the woman who was so very generous with her clothes.

     “What does Molly do that she can have the ability to just give away clothing like this?”  Junie chirped, her fingers lingering on the dark blue fabric of the outfit she was to wear on Saturday.

     Cora looked at the propped open door and found that her mother stood just inside, watching the girls chatter.  Swallowing, she started to drag the tan skirt across the bumps of the board.

     “Go ahead and tell her what your new friend does for her money, Cora,”  her mother said firmly.  “I’d like to know as well.”

     Thinking back on the brief time she had with Molly, she realized that what Molly actually did to earn her way never was broached.  The clothing was that of a night life - flapper attire with pretty crystals and glitz that she was sure the woman was probably the most glamorous woman in town.  “I’m going to assume that she works in the dancehall, Mama.”

     “You know what kind of women work in the dancehall, Cora,”  Rosemary said sharply.

     “Doesn’t mean that they cannot be friends,”  Cora said just as sharp, her eyes hard.  “She was a lovely woman who was willing to help me.  That means in turn, she has helped this family.  That counts for something.” 

     “Junie, to bed now,”  her mother demanded.

     “She’s going to be a married woman, Mama, perhaps she needs to hear this conversation,”  Cora remarked, swishing the skirt in the water.

     “Cora,”  her mother fumed.

     “You can’t call someone a whore just because they work in the dancehall,”  she said firmly.  “And I, for one, will not fault a woman for doing what she needs to in order to survive.  Especially in this world of men.”

     “Remember that when it has to be your mother, sister or yourself,”  Rosemary said in a hard voice.  

     “If marriage is your only reason for women to be allowed to be close to men or have sex, then there really is no real difference between a married woman and a whore and no reason to look upon either differently.  Both must survive within the confines of men and the structure they provide,”  Cora continued, voice matching her mother’s as she started wringing the skirt out into the basin.

     Junie’s mouth dropped open at her sister’s brashness.  Cora held her ground, not liking that her mother did not have trouble looking down her nose at a woman who was doing what she could to live, no different than themselves with their family.  Rosemary stood with her painfully thin arms folded across her chest.

     “Junie, to bed now, girl,”  her mother ordered before turning her back on her daughters.  “Cora, I would think that perhaps you should whet your tongue a bit and feed your brain in reality before you run your mouth off again on matters you have no idea what you speak of.”

     Hanging the skirt on the line, she set into washing the rest of the items.  When her hands wrapped around the dark blue number, her eyes rolled closed.  Molly had called her a Jake girl.  She had said that she was his ‘type’.  She had no idea what any of that meant other than perhaps that she could catch his eye.  Perhaps that would mean that she could make him smile?  Samuel and Daniel were quick to laugh with happiness.  Mr. Joshua was brimming with smiles, though she was sure that those were part of his professional manner.  Mr. Jacob was always serious.  His dark eyes holding onto something that she could never quite understand or ever see all of what was going on with him.  His thunderstorm of a temper was always chaotic and unpredictable, save for one thing, there was always calm afterwards.  

     The strong vision of him standing in the corner of Mr. Joshua’s office, hands splayed on the desk and looking over whatever his twin was showing him blazed in her thoughts.  The way his eyes always met hers, too hard at first, then softening as if he could sense that she needed a more delicate touch.  It made her stomach flutter and unexplored knowledge dance through her mind.

Chapter Two: Pt. 2 Molly POV

     “Please do not tell me that you hurt that poor girl to get her to me,”  she said as Danny sat down next to her, a sarcastic grin tugging at the corner of her plump lips.

     He scrunched up his face.  “No, it was just a coincidence.  I’m actually afraid that if I would not have seen her, she would have kept trying to walk on it.”

     “She’s really a doll, though, Danny,”  Molly said, clinking her glass of sherry against his mug of beer.  “She seems like she can hold herself rather well.”

     “Sam thinks that she runs numbers when she is collecting goods,”  he remarked.  “And I overheard Joshua commenting that she’s a natural with customers.  Folks know her from church and foster right into that connection.”

     She paused for a moment before leaning over his shoulder.  “I hope we didn’t turn things for her by meddling.”

     “Why whatever do you mean, meddling?”  Josh said as he appeared behind Danny.  “Which ‘her’ are you talking about?”

     Molly looked up at him over the rim of her glass.  He was with Catherine, and Jacob was following right behind.  Her stomach soured at the sight of the eldest’s interest.  Danny sat up straight as Josh held Catherine’s chair for her to sit.  Jacob looked on edge.  Samuel and Susannah were wise to remain at the bar.  She wished she could crawl under the table and join them.  Clearing her throat, she nodded at Danny.

     “That new girl of your’s, Joshua,”  Molly said, surprised that her voice was as strong as it was.  “Danny found her in the alley with a cut heel.”

     Josh sat down, eyes narrowed like he was studying the situation.  “Well, if she’s injured, then perhaps that’s proof that she can’t do that job after all.”

     “She got hurt in your shop,”  Molly scoffed.

     “No different if you got hurt down here, Miss Molly,”  he said, leaning towards Catherine.  “If you can’t perform, you wouldn’t be working here.”

     “Kind of an idiot-”

     “Molly,”  Danny broke in, voice firm.

     “Kind of a poor business move, Mr. Kiszka,”  she continued, ignoring him and shifting into professional mode.  “From what I hear she’s been good for your little front of a store.  I just gave her some window dressing to level the playing field, boss.”

     Josh shook his head.  “Alright.  Enough of the banter.  What the fuck happened today and why is Molly calling me an idiot?”

     “Josh,”  Jacob said, his voice low.  “Miss Cora cut her foot.  Sam and Danny helped her out.  That’s all.  I sent them over to Molly’s to get her cleaned up and on her way home.”

     “How droll,”  Catherine sighed, rolling her eyes.  “Why is this even important?”

     Molly noticed that Jake glared at the woman before regrouping.  “It was not anything that should affect the shop, is what I’m saying.”

     Danny tapped her shoulder.  “Come on, Mols.  Let’s go dance.”

     She let him take her hand.  She heard Catherine scoff behind her.  Molly tried to turn back around but Danny wouldn’t allow her to return to the table.  

     “Sweetheart,”  he whispered, tugging her tight against him.  “Let Jake take care of it.”

     “But-”

     He swept her out and dipped her down before spinning her, effectively ending the conversation.  Molly could not keep her eyes from Catherine, Joshua and Jacob.  She said something that made Jake shoot venom.  In a chain reaction, Joshua leaned forward, mouth hard like he ended the conversation, leaving smoke and cinders behind.  Danny swept her around once more to recapture her attention.  

     “Leave it,”  he whispered, eyes squarely on her own.

     Molly screwed her mouth to the side.  She reluctantly turned her attention away from the fire that was obviously brewing between the twins.  The fuel had been there, growing since Bea had scrammed five months before; since Catherine had strolled onto the scene three months ago; since the family booted them out of Detroit to take the reins on the UP twenty months ago.  Molly had been a constant, witnessing the slaughter that Josh had brought to the family from the moment they set foot in Kingsford.  She had fallen in love with the tall, dark stranger the moment she had strolled into the dancehall to meet the new proprietors and Daniel stood on the fringes looking like he had choked on a lightning bolt. 

      Wetting her lips, she pushed her smile to the fore as her fingertips grazed Danny’s chin.  The blackness of his eyes and the warmth of his aura filled her with the moment.  Instead of arguing, she pulled closer to him and dropped the attention to the group behind them where it belonged.

Hope you enjoyed this bit. Next chapter is one of my favorites and contains our first Jacob POV.

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[redheadspark]

Can I request September pompt no. 1 drawing circles and patterns on their chest /w fem!reader and Jack Russell?

A/N - I love this for Jack Russell! Thanks for requesting this, anon!

Guess

Summary - Jack always knew you were safe.

Warnings - A hint of angst but mostly fluff

“What are you drawing now?”

“You need to guess,”

Jack chuckled as his eyes were closed, a cold cloth was over his eyes as you were dancing your finger along his bare chest, tracing some patterns that were both subtle and yet obvious at the same time as Jack was perched on the couch.  The radio was softly playing in the background while you were tending to Jack, making sure he was well-rested and taking his time healing.  Although he had fast and rapid healing physically, he still had to deal with constant headaches and migraines every once in a while from recent jobs and monster hunting.  This last job was intense on him, so you made it a point to get him off his feet, literally, and get his mind back to a pleasant place.

Which brought you two to this little game that you loved to to play with him: guess the pattern.

Half of it was playful and light, and some of the game did bring some alluring feelings for certain.  But it was all about making Jack comfortable and unwinding from all the stress he had to do for several hours at a time.  It was one of his favorite things to do with you, it made all the stress melt away and all of the tension inside of his body fly out the window.  You knew him long enough to know when he had tension, unresolved anger from a job going wrong, or anything negative you could read both on his face and in the air when he was in the room. 

“Okay, I think I got it….an elephant,” He guessed, a smirk on his lips as you sighed in defeat.  He chuckled, reached out blindly to take your hand in his, and kiss the back of it, “Amor, you need to figure out new things to draw,” 

“Well I don’t want to make it too hard for you,” you commented, Jack’s smile getting big as you reached up to touch the washcloth.  It was no longer cold and chilly, you humming and taking it carefully off of Jack’s eyes, “Let’s get a fresh cloth on you.  How’s your headache?”

“Better,” He replied as you got up, walking over to the kitchen sink and running through another set of cold water in the cloth, “I don’t need another cloth I think,”

“Better to be safe than sorry,” You hummed as you got the cloth cold again.  As you were ringing most of the water out, you heard the couch shift a bit behind you, “Don’t you dare move!”

“Amor..I feel better I promise,” He tried to reason, yet you walked back over with the washcloth, seeing him sprawled out on the couch and watching you with love in his bright eyes.  Head against the armrest with a pillow propped, his button-down shirt open to show his bare chest that still had some bruises and scrapes evident from his recent monster hunting job, and his hair disheveled from you massaging his scalp.

“I’m not taking chances with you,” You explained, kneeling back down next to him and smiling briefly.  Before you could place the newly cold cloth on his face, Jack took your wrist gently in his fingers to pause you.  You both locked eyes, Jack having a twinkle in his eyes that you knew far too well.  He knew that you were worried about his job, how you would stay up at night, and wonder if he would come back in one piece.  No matter how many times he would tell you he knew what he was doing and that there was no need to be worried, you still worried.  You never said it, only showing it in tending to him as soon as he got home and made sure he was physically well.

Jack knew, and he had to say it.

“You take such good care of me, and I don’t think I can be this strong as I am now without you,” He explained, rubbing your wrist with his thumb as you kept your eyes on him,” I know it scares you sometimes when I go out and hunt monsters, and no matter how many times I tell you not to worry, you do—“

“I merely do because I love you,” You gently interrupted him, seeing him close his lips, “I love you far too much to let you suffer, Jack.  I know I’ll always worry, but as long as you come back to me in one piece, then I’ll be okay with it,”

Jack leaned up to kiss you, placing his spare hand on your cheek and keeping you close as you kissed him back.  You knew deep down Jack would always make sure you both were okay when it came to your relationship.  He walked away from massive job offers when he knew the risks were higher and deadlier, knowing deep down it would kill you to see him place his life in danger.  You were his sanctuary and his safe space, constantly in his ever-changing chaotic life.

Jack pulled away and nuzzled his nose with yours as you climbed onto the couch to lay out next to him.  Jack loved having you close, wrapping one arm around your shoulders while he spoke again, “You come first in my life, always.”

“I know,” You hummed back in a breath, then moving to place the washcloth back over his eyes.  Jack laughed, making you giggle as you pecked his nose one more time, “But you’re still out of it and out of commission!  Let’s give this one 20 more minutes and then we can go out to dinner tonight,”

“Deal,” he replied, realizing again on the couch as you were tracing patterns on his chest like before.  The softness of the room and the quietness between the pair of you brought back peace and coziness.  You ever minded the quiet, not when you knew Jack was there with you and safe.  

The End.

September Prompt Sessions

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

GOOOOOD AFTERNOON ITS A FRESH NEW DAY OF A FRESH NEW WEEK, IT SNOWED AND I AM ABOUT TO WATCH THE 8TH EPISODE OF MONKIE KID SEASON 4

BUCKLE UP EVERYBODY HERE WE GO I FEEL LIKE THIS ONE IS GONNA BE WILDIN

I mean after the last ones it would make sense we hitting the TENSION

(hi future knox note real quick this one is a wild ride i had several moments and its p long so heads up HGL;ASDKFJDS)

M A N

this show is wild oKAY MOVING ON LETS GO

EPS CALLED THE BROHTERHOOD I ASSUME WE’RE GONNA GET SOME MORE BACKSTORY LORE HIT ME WITH IT LETS GO I’M READY

ANOTHER DRAMATIC DUUNNNN  STARTBGSFM

MK ASKING RIGHT OFF THE BAT DARN RIGHT WHERE IS THE MONKEY GIVE HIM BACK

Sandy always advocating for explanations and communication ;-; you go Sandy

BRUH REALLY SAW HIM PLOTTING TO TAKE DOWN MONKEY KING HUH WAHT ACTUALLY HAPPENED I’M CURIOUS THEY DON’T USUALLY SAY STUFF OUTRIGHT WHATS THE TWIST

I’M SORRY???

THE WAY HE INHALES?????

EXCUSE ME???

WHATS WITH THAT FACE MR. SELF-RIGHTEOUS LOSER

I’m sorry I’m very hyped rn and holding Mk’s horrified face gently HGLS;ADKFJAW;OEFIJAF

BRUH WHATS WITH THAT FACE WHAT IS THIS

“SEE!!! HE’S BASICALLY ADMITTING IT!!” HELPGMLSKFMAEF

HE DOES LOOK SUPER FREKAING GUILTY

HUH REGRET HUH THAT’S A NEW LOOK

AW MEI YOU WERE? THAT’S HGSLKDFJDS PLS THAT’S ACTUALLY SO GREAT

“I knew you wouldn’t understand” * dramatic look to the side and closing eyes regretfully* SHUT UR DRAMATIC HECKING FACE OLD MAN WHO’S PROBBALY NOT THAT OLD BUT ALSO IS ANCIENT SQUARE UP

WDYM ITS EASIER TO ASK FOR FORGIVENESS NOT PERMISSION YOU HAVE THEIR FRIEND TRAPPED IN A SCROLL BOI THAT LINE APPLIES TO BORROWING A CAR NOT LOCKING AWAY A FRIEND FOR ALL ENTERNITY I KNEW HE WAS AT LEAST SLIGHTLY ANTAGONISTIC HECK PROBBALY THINKS HE’S DOING THE RIGHT THING TOO LOSER RELEASE THE MONKEY SCREAAAAAMS

MEI HAVING NONE OF THAT FR HGSDLKFJ “oooOooOo OOOKAAAY sUrE” HGSDJLFAL;WEF

HEY BRUH’S FAST

BET MONKEY KIGNS FASTER

nah actually that looks like a p similar speed-

wait what am i saying, the train scene, monkey king is still way faster—or well ig he could be the same speed just doesn’t need to use his full speed rnHECK DOESN’T MATTER GET THAT INKY NONSENSE AWAY FROM MY DRAGON HORSE GIRL GUY

We’re gonna have some great amv bits and transitions i’ma be able to use ngl I’m excitedGL;AKMFE

aRM

WHO’S ARM IS THAT

I’M GONNA GEUSS PENG RIGHT? THE BIRD GUY? YEAH THAT’S MY GUESS

I WONDER IF THAT’S ACTUALLY HIM WAIT HECK

IS IT INKY??? WOULD HE END UP ACTUALLY BEING IN THERE? HECK I DON’T KNOW S C R E A M S

OH THE SCREECHY EHCOY THING? YEAH PENG RIGHT? RIGHT???

SCREAMS

WDYM GREETINGS BACK OFF

WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE CLOWN

Oh u pretty dramatic my boi look at you go

OH AZURE’S FACE??

HECK I’M SO

FASCINATED BY THIS GUY

LIKE HECKING MACAQUE ALL OVER AGAIN

THE PANIC AND JUST LOOKS LIKE HE CANT CONTROL ANYTHING CERTAINLY IS A LOOK ON THIS GUY DANG IT HE TRAPPED MY FAVOURITE MONKEY OF ALL TIME AND I STILL LIKE HIM DANG IT DANG IT DANG IT NICE TEETH DUDE I AM A HUGE FAN OF UNDERBITES IN CHARACTER DESIGN I DRAW PIGYS WITH EM FOR A REASON HECK THESE EPXRESSIONS HE’S MAKING LOW-KEY REMIND ME OF MONKEY KINGS EXPRESSIONS THIS IS FINE DO YOU ACTUALLY CARE ABOTU THESE KIDS DUDE??? THESE PEOPLE?? DO YOU?? WEIRDO??? WHAT CHAOS ARE YOU CAUSING THAT YOU THINK IS MONKEY KINGS FAULT? OR ARE BLAMING MONKEY KING FOR OR SOMETHING HEKC I DON’T KNOW I NEED TO STOP THINKING AND JUST PRESS PLAY HECK HECK

SANDY NO LONGER WANT AN EXPLANATION HUH GHSDLKFJSDF

FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT WAIT SANDY FIGHTING???

HECK PUSHED TANG OUT OF THE WAY HECK

OH THE BIG BOYS OUT

HECK SO THESE ARE THE REAL DEALS THEN???

THEY WERE TRAPPED IN TEH SCROLL??

DID MONKEY KIGN DO THAT??

WAS HE TRYING OT GET THEM OUT??

HECK BRO I’VE GOT SO MANY QUESTIONS NOW HECK

AM I GONNA GET REAL ANSWERS OR ANSWERS WITH THE NARRATORS BIASES WHICH ISN’T ACTUALLY THE TRUTH AGAIN BECAUSE I’MA LOSE IT GD;AFMASDF

SAAANNDYYY NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HECK

HECK

MK JUST

BEGGING

FREAKING HECK NOT THIS AGAIN

OHHH MAN THE FLICKERING

SHOW ME THE STUPID LIONS FACE AGAIN I WANNA SEEEE

OH WOW PENGS A GLOATER I SEE HOW IT IS

WE BEEN KNEW IG I SAW THIS COMING WHY AM I REACTINGNDFLKSMDF

BOI HECK PENG READY FOR MURDER

OH YEAH??

OH YEAH???

STOP HUH?

WHATCHA DOING THERE LOSER

ARE THEY GONNA LISTEN TO YOU?

YOU LOOK SO STUPID RN I’M SORRY I’M FINE I’M JUST HE LOOKS LIKE HE’S TRYING TO KEEP CONTROL OF A SITUATOIN THAT’S RAPIDLY SPIRALING OUT OF CONTROL DUE TO HIS OWN BAD DICISIONS HELLO WHERE HAVE WE SEEN THAT BEFORE, BROTHER LIKE BROTHER IG

HOLY CRAP DUDE THE

TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH AHAHAHA ANYWAY HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN

THATS

HECK DUDE

MK JUST

HECK CAN HE GET FIVE MINUTES

WITHOUT SOMEBODY BETRAYING HIM

OR USING HIM

OR HURTING HIS FRIENDS

LIKE

FIVE MINUTES???

PLS??

JERKFACE

DUDE LOOKS

SO HAPPY TO ACTUALLY SEE THEM

THEY LOOK PRETTY HAPPY TO SEE HIM

WOW HE FR

TRAPPED MONKEY KING IN THERE

AND IS REUNITING WITH THESE GUYS HECK I DON’T KNOW HOW I FEEL ABOUT ANY OF THIS HECK

SIR YOU JUST BETRAYED THIS KID THAT TRUSTED YOU BUT HEY YOU GOT YOUR BROS BACK SO ITS FINE RIHGT? FREE TRUAMA FOR MK ITS FINE JUST GET IN LINE EVERYBODY ELSE DOES IT

guys i’m only two minutes in this is ridiculousHGSDKFJAOEWF

UM

NO

YOU’RE NOT ALLOWED TO SAY HIS NAME LIKE THAT

OR SMILE AT HIM LIKE THAT

SHOVE YOUR FACE IN DIRT

UM NO

NO OUT OF HAND

GIVE HIM BACK HIS MENTOR

oh pengs spear is kinda neat its bird shaped but also talon shaped but also spear shaped, very nice

LITERALLY HOW CAN YOU STAND THERE “haha, woopsie, silly me, sorry about that” WHILE HIS FRIENDS ARE ALL HURTING ON THE FLOOR MY GODS

WE DON’T WANT AN INTRODCUTION WE WANT AN EXPLANATION OLD MAN

SHUT UR GOSH DANG TOOFY MOUTH UNLESS YOU’RE GONNA EXPLAIN

WHY ARE THEY CHILLING NOW

AND JUST OHH HEY BROOO

MK

NICE TO MEETCHA

WHAT IS THIS

HE’S SUCH A LOSER

WISE?

HE MUST NOT BE VERY WISE IF HE’S HANGING OUT WITH YOU

i’m only half joking I wanna see this fluffy fool obliterated hjGL;KSJF;AWE

Can I just say how hilariously like monkey king this guy seems to be

Mk just sweating like no but why why do this if like YEAH SERIOUSLY WHY

AND MEI JUST AIN’T NO DISCUSSION ABOUT IT HE’S A VILLIAN AND HE SUCKS

you know I actually want to take a second to appreciate Mei

she’s great

okay appreciation over

*DECKS AZURE WITH A CHAIR*

LITERALLY

THE “okay okay” IS JUST

MONKEY KING

BUT HEY IG HE’S OFFERING AN EXPLANATION

BUT LITERALLY ONLY WHEN HE ABOSLUTELY HAD TO LIKE

BRUH

LITERALLY ITS MONKEY KING BUT I WANT TO HIT HIM WITH A BOAT

JUST STRAIGHT UP SNATCHES MK

I DON’T LIKE THIS GUY

I DON’T LIKE HOW CLOSE HE’S STANDING TO MK

OR THE FACT HE ONLY EVER SEEMS TO BE TALKING DIRECTLY TO HIM AND NOBODY ELSE IN THE CREW

LIKE HE’S THE ONE PERSON HE NEEDS TO EXPLAIN THINGS TO AND GET FORGIVENESS FROM OR SOMETHIGN WHAT THE HECK I SALL THIS

OH YOUNGER AZURE

OH I WAS A STRAPPING LAD BACK THENGNSDFKMSDF

LOSER

or so ii thought

ooookaaayyyyyyyyyyy……..

interesting apprrooaaachhhhhhhhhhh

just be carrreeffullllll

I’m looking at you monkie kid crew villainizing the Jade emperor is a bit of a slippery slope there since he’s still kinda an important cultural figure bros

also interesting approach making Azure and ex-celestial dude

I’m sorry the ponytail is throwing me pls it looks so strangenGL;KAMWEOF

THATS

HELP THAT’S SO GOOFY

HECK WAIT

HHHHHH AAAAA

GGGGRRRRRRRR

AAAAAAAAA

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

kay look

l o o k

love the words this guy is saying

love em

I would ADORE

like words cannot describe how much I would adore the plot line of celestial warrior notices the guys he’s working for aren’t great and sees this monkey who fr just cares about everyone under his rule so he goes and devotes himself to that person instead and wants to see him rise to great heights to help more people and become an even greater ruler because he can see how much potential he has and no matter how many people say OH BIG CELESTIAL WARRIOR SHOULD RULE he knows he doesn’t have the same heart and just genuine care that this other person does so he always deflects to make sure he’s getting the best of it and being in charge where he can do the most good KAY I WOULD ADORE THAT BUT I KONW THAT’S NOT EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENS AND HE CLEARLY ASSUMED SOMETHING OR SOMEBODY TURNED ON SOMETHING BUT HECK H E C K PLS

HECK I KNEW HERE THERE WAS A WARRIOER WITH MY IDEALS UHUH YEAH THEN HE GETS TRUAMA BUT ITS FINE

ALSO

NGL

I REALLY LOVE

HOW THEY MAKE

EVEYRONE LOOK AT WUKONG PLS HGLSDKFOWE

just absolutely smitten  platonically romantically whatever I just think its great how there’s just people like Macaque and Azure who just look at Wukong and just go “yup i’m gonna dedicate my life to this guy he’s so freaking cool, bro moment-“ AND THEN IG THEY PUT HIM TOO HIGH ON A PEDESTAL AND WHEN HE INEVITABLY WOBBLES THEY JUMP SHIP AND NOBODY CATCHES HIM WHEN HE FALLS I’M ASSUMING A LOT I’M JUST HECK HECK HECK THIS IS THE EXACT KINDA NONSENSE I WANT THIS IS RIDICULOUSGN;SDLKFMWEO F

Mk fr looks much calmer standing there next to Azure and i still got alarm bells going off, he’s way too used to standing next to people who want to hurt him his friends and monkey king hGLKJS;DF

“we we’re gonna change everything, it was glorious”

y

you mean you were gonna

try and fight heaven

and

overthrow the emperor

and inevitably get put back in your place

only monkey king takes the brunt of that-

SORRY STILL MAKING ASSUMPTIONS BASED ON MY JTTW KNOWLEDGE I KNOW THIS IS GONNA BE DIFFERENTNG;LSDKMFE

HANG ON

GO B

GO BACK

HANG ON

I NEED TO GO LOOK AT THESE IMAGES REAL QUICK BECAUSE OH MY GOOODNESS PLS

PRINCESS IRON FAN WAS A CELESITAL????

I DON’T REMEMBER THIS IN JTTW AM I LOSING MY TOUCH??

ALSO WAIT THAT’S SO GREAT FOR HER AND DBK’S RELATIONSHIP PLS

THAT’S SO GREAT HELPGMLSDKFAMWE

NEZHA, ERLANG SHANG IT LOOKS LIKE AND IRON FAN WHY IS THAT GETTING TO ME PLS HGSLDFJWE

OFC

OFC DBK FELL FOR PRINCESS IRON FAN MID BATTLE

I LOVE THAT

Gives new meaning to when he’s yelling about how his wife beat up anybody in the revenge of the spider queen season 2 special UJGL;SAJFA;EFMASDF HE’S FOUGHT HER HE KNOWS  I LOVE THATHGSDFKMLSDF

Y’know

Y’know Azure

Y’know its funny how

You seem to be the driving force behind a lot of what Monkey King ends up doing in this

You call yourself a follower but you and the group are the ones pushing for this stuff

Also wow this dude really

had an image of what he wanted

very interesting

WUKONG AND MACAQUE VIBIN FIGHTING YEAH GOOD FOR YOU TWO MACAQUE LOOKS LIKE HE’S HAVING FUN HGSDKFLAEFW

HEY AS LONG AS HE’S WITH HIS BFF RIGHT

:’D

.

.

.

…

……….

………………

h

hang on

gimme a second

,

w h a t

hold up hang on gimme a second

what

okay so i see

they didn’t want to

bring Buddha into it so they’re making monkey king… f…ail??? against… the Jade Emperor… who he didn’t… fight?? In jttw if I’m recalling correctly…

okay interesting interesting not sure how i feel about that interesting  did he even actually pick a fight buddha in this or is that just a throwaway reference line from the first season?

heck hang on not sure how i’m feeling about this i need another sec

I AM LITERALLY ONLY FOUR MINUTES IN COME ON

kay so

“Monkey king failed” uhuh, that’s cute, why’d you hype up a little monkey guy to lead a battle and go fight your boss huh?

HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

NNNNNNNNOT SURE HOW I FEEL ABOUT THIS APPROACH IF THIS IS WHAT HAPPENED

Cause like, Monkey King’s whole thing is that nobody could really touch him, he doesn’t really fail and that’s what makes him such a huge problem for heaven in jttw, he just keeps getting bigger and more annoying until Buddha has to step in and slap five stacked mountain on top of him

.

hmmmmm, the further we get into this actually the more suspicious i’m getting of the approach they’re taking on monkey kings character

I’m all for reimagining and new gen monkey Mk now i’m on board with that cause they did it really neat and i love how it feels but like…. Sun Wukong means a lot to me as a character and a lot to a lot of people as more than that, and I thought they were doing pretty good with it but i’m kindaaaa hmmmmmmmmm

HMMMM

I dunno man ig I gotta hold my final thoughts on that till I at least finish the ep here but hGJSDFKLSADF

WE’LL SEE HOW I FEEL  

pressing play

WHEEZINGSDLKF

I LOVE HOW THIS

TINY GROUP OF FOUR + MONKEY KING THOUGHT THEY COULD TAKE DOWN HEAVEN

pointing and laughing at Azure

WOW ITS INTERESTING HOW IF THEY MAKE MONKEY KING NOT ACTUALLY AS STRONG IN THIS IT MEANS EVERYONE IS LITERALLY CONSTANTLY PUTTING HIM ON A PEDESTAL AT ALL TIMES EXPECTING MORE FROM HIM THAN WHAT HE CAN GIVE AND PUNSHING HIM WHEN HE DOESN’T MEET THEIR EXPECTATIONS WOWWWW INTERESTING

s

swk now

yeilded to the

okay so no Buddha then

hMMMMMMMMMMMM

H M

I DUNNO GUYS

NOT SURE HOW I’M FEELING ABOUT THIS

Also interesting how its kinda being portrayed as one after another, like… did the mountain even happen??? was there no mountain?? guys if there was no mountain i’m like… i’m actually gonna be upset that’s such a huge part of his backstory over 500 years under it and they’re just gonna… take that out???

.

hm

tsk

I dunno guys not sure how i feel about this

.

Okay so

they got away scott free??

Monkey King gets the circlet slapped on and these guys just get dropped back down like they’re not a problem?? like Azure didn’t used to be one of them? if anything he should have gotten an extra harsh slap on the wrist in the form of like, death and reincarnation like straight up

hm.

So there is the chance of like, unreliable narrator still here I’m just…

if this is it, i’m not sure if I’m happy with it, i’m kinda… really disappointed? Like. yeah i don’t know

what the heck is this????

okay so they made a house

wowww

a

a house

dang

so

cool

looking so happy with each other

totally abandoning monkey king

who did all that for you

wowwww

Well first off no respect for these losers

and second off NOT SURE IF I LIKE THIS PLOT

OHHH WAIT THAT’S FUN THO

Okay hang on

so

lol

ur telling me

you tried to overthrow the literal heavens

and got away no problem

but you build a house and now its a problem

this is…

this kinda feels like poor storytelllinnngggg mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

I’m really hoping this is the unreliable narrator thing and not the actual thing they’re going with on this show cause if it is I’m kinda out

like

:T

hm I don’t want to be out this show means a lot to me though

Kay well, obvious Azure at least is painting Wukong as becoming the villain of the story, oh he let this happen, or he gave himself up, oh he failed us blah blah blah, no buddy you failed him, you got him involved in something he never needed to be involved in and wow okay hang on if this is the story they’re going with this really means Wukong seriously is just a silly goofy guy. No murder, no antagonist arch, no super powerful chaos monkey, just a guy who loves his friends so much he’d do anything for them, and Azure used that and abandoned him and then he got a circlet slapped on him, tortured into doing what the celestials wanted and now Azure’s acting like he’s the bad guy

yeeeeeesh

this is rough times for the monkey

still not sure i like it, bUT MOVING ON

WELL OKAY AZURE SURE YOU GOT IMPRISONED IG BUT AT LEAST HE DIDN’T KILL YOU

well ig Tang Monk wouldn’t really be on board with that but whatever

Sheesh though this Monkey King has it… really rough. Like, JTTW Monkey King, a lot of what happens is his own pride and a bit of ignorance making it possible. And like, everyone assuming things about him right off the bat and people exaggerating his crimes to the Jade emperor at times, but this Monkey King seems to have had everyone ever close to him abuse him, use him, and abandon him the moment he fails them like dang

No wonder he has communication issues

are you kidding me we’re only five minutes in I don’t have enough braincells for thisGL;KAMEF

Peng fr like don’t even my guy it ain’t worth it- BOI YOU AIN'T WORTH IT

Also bruh why  you trying so hard to convince Mk of this?

SNORTS

WHEEZES

POINTS AND LAUGHS

“he took the only friends he had from me” Bro you took his life from him, made him a target of the celestials, he was just chilling

boy man if this is the real plot point Azure lion SUCKS bIG time

OH WOW

STILL

USING PEOPLE HUH AZURE

STILL

GASLIGHTING THEM INTO DOING YOUR DIRTY WORK HUH

LOOKS ALL OPEN AND HAPPY

AND HJIS FRIENDS LOOK READY TO MURDER

ALSO BRUH MK’S FACE JUST

yeesh man this is a rough episode holy moly

oh yeah no i hate his guts y’all

ready to punch his face

gosh dang it i was so ready for Wukong to have a real good friend moment but I JUST HAD TO BE RIGHT IG

Yeah Sandy on the ground very hurt

just mHMM

“EtErNaLy gRaTeFuL” sure buddy

SNORTS

LAUGHS

OH SURE BUDDY

AND HOW DO YOU PLAN ON TAKING DOWN THE CELESTIAL REALM JUST YOU THREE WHEN YOU COULDN’T EVEN DO IT WITH MONKEY KING- ohhhh the ink stuff right? right? the scroll? that’s a good weapon for that possibly

also heck bro this dude S U C K S

oh well that’s sweet at least

“until this is over”

at least sort of implies he intends to let him out after

the whole “better to ask forgiveness then permission” way of thinking ig

oh I’ll just do what i want to and use who i need to and they’ll forgive me when its all over and they’ll see what i wanted was right all along! :D

WOW WHAT A GREAT VILLIAIN MOMENT ACTUALLY NICELY DONE

HANDSHAKE YEAH

ENOUGH PEOPLE HAVE USED THE MONKEYS

BUT ALSO MK PLS I’M SO WORRIED FOR YOUR SAFETY NOW

DARN FREAKING RIGHT YOU GIVE HIM BACK HIS MOTHERFREAKING MENTOR YOU PIECE OF GARBAGE LION BAG

Oh actually i’m kinda hype over Mk losing it cause Monkey Kings in trouble, we usually imagine like, Wukong going berserk for Mk but if Mk’s allowed to go bananas (stereotypical monkey pun intended) then I’m gonna really happy, I dunno if Wukong’s ever had someone going berserk for him before that’s nice ;-;

“What is this child?” THE GUY WHOS ABOUT TO KICK YOUR WISECRACK

“CaReFuL bOy mY pAtIenCe iS nOt EnDlEsS”

sorry I’m very salty rn HNGLKSADJFAWENF

;-;

oh man dude actually this kid

has big major abandonment issues heck

people just keep taking his mentor from him heck, yeah and his friends, heck

ACTUALLY YEAH HUGE FAN OF

MK SAYING NO TO THAT

AIN’T NO GETTING PUSHED AROUND ALTHOUGH I HAVEN’T SEEN HOW THIS ACTUAL FIGHT WILL GO JUST GIVE HIM BACK HIS FREAKING MENTOR THAT’S HIS SHIFU WHO MEANS SO MUCH TO HIM AND JUST CAUSE YOU APPARENTLY ABANDONED MONKEY KING DOESN’T MEAN HE WILL SO STEP ASIDE OLD MAN

Actually I’d love to see Monkey King at least get emotional over Mk fighting that hard for him y’know? like dang must feel nice to be… not exactly needed but wanted like that, like I’d take on whoever i needed to to get you back, Wukong’s done that for so many people its neat to have it done back to him

okay I wasn’t sure i liked the whole backstory change a bit but ngl the way its playing out so far ain’t too bad Monkie Kid may change a lot of things but what they do change they handle fairly well usually STILL GONNA WAIT TILL THE END OF EP AT LEAST FOR FINAL FEEDBACK

ONWARD TO POSSIBLY VERY SHORT BATTLE BUT MY GOSH I HOPE ITS LONGER AND MK IS ACTUALLY A THREAT TO THEM DESPERATELY OH THEY’RE PROBBALY GONNA COMPARE HIM TO MONKEY KING OR SOEMTHIGN HECK

Well

Y’know

okay well first of all HAHAHAHAH FAST MONKEY FAST MONKEY DARK RIGHT HECK YOU AZURE HOW’S THAT FOR SPEED YOU ACTUALLY LOOKED STARTLED MWAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

And Secondly he actually seems… I don’t know if he’s concerned monkey king will get out or concerned for Monkey king in general cause he does seem kinda worried heck Y’know bro friend who cares but is still horrible to you but uses caring as an excuse for that is such a neat story thing y’know?? like?? heck dude

ALRIGHT I AM OVERANALYZING THE CRAP OUT OF THIS EP ITS BEEN A WHILE SINCE I’VE GONE THIS IN DEPTH WE’RE ONLY SIX MINTUES IN PROPS TO YOU IF YOU MAKE IT TO THE END OF WHATEVER THE HECK THIS RAMBLE IS

AHAHAHA

MK FINE

JUST

DONT’ EVEN SEE HIM DOWN

HE’S A FAST LAD I AM A BIG FAN OF THIS

HE’S SO FAST MY GODS

CANT’ TOUCH THIS

DOO DOO DA DOOOO DA DO DA DO

CANT’ TOUCH THIS

Kay sorry I need to go back and re-watch all that speed frame by frame hang on

My gosh is Mk powerful

Well, Y’know its nice how close the brotherhood is, minus Wukong and Macaque ig

wonder how long that’ll last

heck man Mk doesn’t even crash into anything or fall when he gets punched back by Peng he just stops and is covered by dust, standing there, this dude is HYPE

;-; heck

monkey mk ;-;

he’s beautiful ;-;

I love how they had Mei attack Azure first to like, have something to compare Mk’s speed to, like making Azure out to be super fast, and then Mk swoops in and the dude hasn’t landed a hit yet

.

the scrolls gonna break isn’t it

OH WELL

lets see

MK’S GOOD HECK

TRIPS THAT MAN VERY WELL WITH A SWEEPING LEG KICK SPINNY THING CROUCHED DOWN HE’S AWESOME I’M LOVING THIS

HOW’D HE GET UP IN THE SKY

WHEEZING

WOWWWW

THIS GUYS

AFRAID OF MONKEY KING HUH

.

Y’know I think it says a lot how he envisions him now

Like flashing from Mk to monkey king there

.

hang on i need to go look at shadowplay really quick

yeah

huh

interesting

wait i need to check the winning side too hang on

HUH

INTERESTING

Well they both kinda see Wukong as detached emotionally and cold, but Azure sees him with the circlet on and Macaque sees him decked out in armour with no circlet

I’m not sure if that means anything I’m just kinda fascinated by that.

Bruh sure does look at least, some sort of panicked seeing him tho that sure is something hmhm

HECK

okay i’m feeling better about this

apparently might not have mountain trauma but he got free relationship trauma and Azure did too it seems I’d love for him to be in denial and secretly blaming himself for all of it that would be AWESOME i doubt that’ll be it but i’m just MHMHMHM FUN TIMES

ALSO HA CALLED IT

SCROLL BROKEN

.

hmmm

HMMMM

So I’m p sure this means inky’s getting out at least and destroying stuff

But does this means Wukongs semi-permanently trapped?

Also Azure doesn’t like to take responsibility for things so i’m waiting for the “look what you’ve done Mk” or “look what you made me do”  from him hGL;SAJDF

GOOD JOB JERKFACE

YOU TRAPPED YOUR BRO IN THE SCROLL BECAUSE YOU PANICKED IN THE FACE OF A LITTLE MONKEY GOOD JOB

Also heck imagine Mk monkey fighting after he’s stopped glitching

Get away from our monkey man ;-;

.

oh yeah

Wukong’s trapped in there now huh

Even Peng looks

.

yeah

heck okay then

Well I will simply be devastated if Wukong isn’t freed in the special, I assume we won’t be seeing him until at least then

HECK WHY DO I DESPERATELY WANT MACAQUE BACK AND TELLING MK AZURE’S FULL OF CRAP

“tHiS iSn’T wHaT i wAnTeD”

tough buddy it’s your fault

ha ha

“what you’ve done” THERE IT ISSSSSS

BLAMING MK

THE KID IS LITERALLY JUST SO TRUAMATIZED AND WANTS HIS SHIFU BACK HECK MK REALLY GOING THROUGH IT

Azure really sad about that huh

WELL GOOD LOSER

I HOPE YOU FEEL TERRIBLE

I HOPE YOU WALLOW IN YOUR GUILT AND SHAME FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE

But he’s the type of dude it seems who will always find somebody else to blame i NEED TO STOP ANYLZING THE CHARACTERS SO MUCH HECK GHSDLFJAEO;F M

WEAPONS SNATCHED

HELP????

i’M GLFKSDFASDF

THIS IS FUNNY TO ME FOR SOME REASON

THEY’RE ALL SO DOWN IN THE DUMPS ABOUT THIS

THIS IS YOUR FAULTS YOU FOOLS

THEY’VE BEEN BLAMING WUKONG FOR SO LONG NOW THAT THEY BASICALLY KILLED HIM THEY’RE HAVING A MOMENT BUT HEY THERE’S AN ESCAPE GOAT FOR BLAME RIGHT THERE RIGHT?

W O W

HIS LEGACY WILL LIVE ON IN OUR VICTORY

1. MK’S HIS LEGACY WATCH YOUR MOUTH

2. YOU SUCK, WATCH YOUR MOUTH

3. WATCH YOUR MOUTH OLD MAN

YOU LITERALLY JUST TRAPEPD WUKONG FOREVER IN HIS HIS NIGHTMARE AND ARE STILL BLAMING HIM

UNBELIVABLE

HATE THIS GUY

BRING BACK MACAQUE

AT LEAST HE WAS FUNNY TO WATCH BE A TRAINWRECK

HE SUUCKKSSSSSS

HEY GIVE BACK THE SCROLL PIECE

STUPID MOTHERFREAING LION

TAKING WUKONG AGAIN

THIS IS SO STUPID HECK

okay i’m fine i knew i should have waited an extra day i got too hypebNG;LKAWMEF

Okay so heck dude bro man Azure you ain’t nothing, acting all high and mighty like this all ain’t your fault and your responsibility unbelievable DANG

reusing lots of animation for this bit here nods nods excellent work 10/10 being genuine I love to see animation getting reused and reanimated its really nice and its good to now the animators aren’t dying every single episode i appreciate ALL OF THEIR GOSH DANG WORK HECK

Also heck Mk self blaming galore even with Mei trying to pull him out of it cause he fr is in his own head a bit and HECK, YEAH THE LADY BONE DEMONS WORDS ARE REALLY GONNA HAUNT HIM FOREVER HUH

MAAAN

DADSY FOR THE WIN STEPPING IN ;-;

heck guys Pigsy is #1 guy in this show i swear

HECK DUDE MK FINALLY JUST SAYING THAT LIKE

OH MAN THAT LINE THO

THE YOU HAVE SCARY DEMON ANCESTORS? THAT JUST MEANS YOU AHVE FAMILY

DUDE BRO MY  GUY PLS |;A;/

PIGSY I’M COUNTING ON YOU, YOU GOTTA BE THE ONE TO SAY YOU’RE FAMILY PLEEEAAASEEEE HE REALLY NEEDS THAT RIGHT NOWWWW

oh man am I mentally ill about this show i haven’t written or even thought this many words in weeks heck

PIGSY’S SIGH

AND I DON’T HAVE ANYTHING

AND HECK

MK PLS YOU COME FROM THE SAME STONE MONKEY KING CAME FROM

YOU’RE SORT OF FAMILY

WHATEVER OR HOWEVER THAT ENTAILS

DON’T NEED A LABEL ON IT BUT YOU ARE

GUESS THAT’S NOT VERY COMFORTING RN CAUSE HE’S GONE THOUGH

PIGSYYY PLSSSSSS

MK NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

OH MAN THIS IS AN MK UP AND LEAVES EP

NOOOOOOO

ISNT IT?

HE’S GONNA FLYU OFF???

oh you know what would be funny if he used the cloud for the first time to fly away that’d be hilarious HGSALFJEAKWEMF

okay tHO PLS

I NEED PIGSY TO SAY THEY’RE FMAILY THIS SEASON

THE SPECIAL

WHENEVER

JUST THIS SEASON PLS I BEG OF YOU

MK NEEDS THAT IT’D BE GREAT MY BRAIN NEEDS THAT DESPERATELYGSDNFAKMEF

WHEEZING

HEY MEI

NOW YOU KNOW HOW IT FEELS

WHEEZINGLSDKMF

I’M MOSTLY JOKING I’M JUST

THAT’S SO FUNNY

YEAH FLYING OFF BECAUSE YOU THINK YOU’RE GONNA HURT YOUR FRIENDS

NODS NODS MK WAS BOUND TO HIT THAT ARC TOO

TOO BAD HE DOES’T HAVE A RED SON FOR MONKEY STUFF

.

wait

oh

oh ha

HA

HAHAHHAHAHA

HE’S GONNA GO TO MACAQUE ISN’T HE

HE IS

I KNOW HE IS

RUN INTO HIM OR GO SEE HIM HE TOTALLY IS

HEAR ME OUT HE’S THE ONLY MONKEY MK KNOWS LEFT

HE CAN’T GO TO MONKEY KING

AND MACAQUE ISN’T CLOSE TO HIM AND HE DOESN’T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT REALLY HURTING HIIM

OKAY I KNOW THIS PROBABLY WON’T HAPPEN BUT I DESPERATELY WANT MK TO REACCOUNT AZURES STORY AND HAVE MACAQUE GO “well that’s not what happened-“ JUST SO WE GET TWO UNRELIABLE NARRATORS CLASHING AND THE ONLY THING THEY CAN AGREE ON IS MONKEY KING DO NOT GO BRRR, BUT IN OPPOSITE WAYS SO THEY CAN’T BOTH BE TRUE AT THE SAME TIME AND BOTH OF THEM ARE WRONG OR SOMETHING EITHER WAY I JUST WANT MACAQUE TO BASH AZURE LIKE EVERYHTING WAS FINE BEFORE HE SHOWED UP I WOULD LOVE THAT

Okay back to Mk sad and running away

Oh okay no cloud fair hGL;KASJFAWEF

FLYING AWAY INSTEAD THAT WORKS

OFF HE GOES

… Yeah ig they cant’ follow him lol

WAIT DID THEY TAKE MEI’S SWORD TOO?? SHE MADE THAT FROM SCRATCHGHSLDKFS

i don’t think they did I just don’t see it on her hgl;fjsdlf

SCREAMS LAUHGING

OH MY GODS PARALLELSSSSSSSSS

THAT’S SO GOOOOD

LETS GOOOOO

PARALLELSSSSSSSSSSS

BIG FAN BIG FAN

I took like a ten minute pause there’s still like two minutes left I needed a sec HGKLDSAFJAOWEF

THE PARALLELS WITH SAMADHI FIRE MEI LEAVING AND MONKEY MK LEAVING IS SO GOOD

I’M SO EXCITED ABOUT THAT HECK

Also Samdhi fire right, I’m told the crew confirmed it’s gone bUT HECK COULD YOU IMAGINE IF MEI STILL HAD IT?? ig she would be mega powerful then and could just roast the ink (which i’m surprised hasn’t gotten out???? I really thought it would maybe later-) or just roast Azure- I see why the took it yup, Azure would be crisp lion right now if they hadn’t but MAN I would’ve loved if she still kept at least one piece of it, y’know? Cause its always been a part of her, she’d feel so cold and empty without it I swear, SHE STILL HAS ONE PIECE OF IT IN MY HEART, also just saying ohh nooooo she can’t use it or the scroll would burn up noooooo woulda been a good excuse for while they were in the scroll but now that they’re out already… yeah not sure how they could have done it otherwise but MAN I MISS THE RINGS

OKAY LETS

HECK LETS FINISH THE ONE MINUTE WE GOT LEFT HECK

ONE MINUTE IS SO LONG THIS EPISODE I’VE BEEN HERE FOR LIKE THREE HOURS YOU GUYS I’M NOT EVEN KIDDING

SCREAMS

PIGSY

SIR

THE FACE I JUST MADE

I AM IN AGONY

YOU COULD HAVE SAID THAT BEFORE HE LEFT

SCREAMS

OH IT HIS WITH THE

EHCK

I’M FIEN

YOU NEED TO SAY THAT TOO HIM OLD MAN

YOU AMAZING WONDERFUL BEAUTIFUL GRUMPY OLD MAN

“Doesn’t that moron know we’re his family” NO

NO HE DOESN’T

YOU NEVER SAID IT

YOU NEVER SAY IT PIGSY YOU SAY IT IN FOOD BUT HE NEEDS WORDS |;A;/

YOU EVEN SAID YOU WERENT HIS DAD PLEASE

I NEED

HECK YOU GUYS I NEED SO MUCH MORE DADSY CONTENT I NEED TO MAKE IT SO IT CATERS TO EXACTLY WHAT I WANT LIKE THIS SHOW DOES HECK EHCK HECK

PIGSY CRYING TOO

IS THAT A FIRST?

THATS A FIRST

HE’S TEARED UP BEFORE AND CRIED FOR A JOKE IN THE SHOW BUT THAT?? I DON’T KNOW IF WE’VE EVER SEEN THAT AND I AM MENTALLY UNWELL

HELPGMLDFMASDF

Reassuring hands on shoulders, gotta comfort the dad in the room

Sandy: dw he’s just hitting monkey puberty Everyone:

SANDY PLS HGL;KSJFASDF

.

WELL OKAY

SO MUCH FOR GOING AFTER HIM

DANG

DID THEY GET SNATCHED TO THE CELESTIAL REALM?

ITS BLUE

SUMMONED BY AZURE OR BY

THE JADE EMPORER HIMSELF

OR MAYBE THE GREATEST MASTER OF ALL TIME (his words not mine) OR MAYBE DRAGON KING??

HECK WHY AM I GUESSING I CAN JUST WATCH IT HGS,D;FSADF

AHA CALLED IT

OLD MAN MASTER

SHIFU SUPREME

ANTI-ADHD HYPERACTIVEITY CANCELING GREATEST MASTER OF ALL TIME

WHATS UP MY GUY

ALSO HECK BRO WHY’D YOU SNATCH THEM MK NEEDS THEM RIGHT NOW

SCREAMS

HE NEEDS HIS FAMILYYYYYYAAAAAAAA

ALSO HECK DUDE WE LOVE FOUND FAMILY THAT CALLS ITSELF WHAT IT IS ACTUALLY

BIG FAN OF PIGSY CALLING THEM MK’S FAMILY IT HITS SO HARD COMING FROM HIM

NOW TELL MK THAT YOU OLD DELIGHTFUL MAN

HELPGMLKMSD

MEI FR LIKE WHAT NOW I AM SO DONE WITH EVERYONE

.

bros you ever shush somebodyy so hard their facial features go upside downNG;AKLMFAEWF

BRUH REALLY WENT

WELP WHILE THE LITTLE MAN FIGURES IT OUT LETS GET YOU GUYS SOME MAD SKILLS INSTEAD OF EMOTIONAL STABILITY

THANKS MASTER

THANKS

TRAINING IS SUCH A GOOD IDEA BUT HECK

OKAY

MY GODS

THAT TOOK ME SO LONG TO WATCH HECK

THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN I REALLY ZONE IN ON STUFF HECK

THAT WAS SO MUCH

I’M SO READY TO FISTFIGHT AZURE YOU GUYS HAVE NO IDEA

WHAT A GUY

SAYIGN ALL THE RIGHT THINGS

BUT ACTIONS SPEAK LOUDER THAN WORDS YOU POMPUS BALL OF FUZZ

okay heck before i

heck that was a lot holy crap

godspeed if you’ve made it this far nothing but respect for you guys that read through all this

OKAY

somehow monkie kid does plot lines that i go “oh i hope they don’t do that” but when they do they handle it so well that I just end up loving it anyway absolutely insane

STIIIILLLLL not totally sure i’m a fan of what they’ve done with Wukongs backstory but ig we still don’t have all the pieces, but heck dude Wukong really is just some guy in this if what i think is happening is happening. Just a silly goofy guy doing his best, maybe a few shenanigans, gets in with the wrong crowd who hype him into doing something terrible and put him on a pedestal and then he falls and they blame him for it and nobody catches him

looks at Macaque

unless-

Look man all I’m saying is he seemed pretty dedicated he had to have at least done SOMETHING else

heck I am a jumble of thoughts rn can’t get my head straight heck heck

heck okay well

very much enjoyed that episode

Was filled with rage

no one since Macaque in ses 1 and 2 (and a little bit 3 ig) has filled me with such rage I hope Azure walks into a wall

heck that was so much

my brain feels fried

i don’t think i’ve drank anything since this morning heck

how the heck are they gonna do thisGLKASMDF

I MISS WUKONG

I’M SO GLAD WE GOT TO SEE HIM ONCE

I JUST

HECK

I HOPE WE GET HIM BACK IN THE SPECIAL CAUSE I KNOW WE AIN’T GETTING HIM BACK IN THE EPS THAT WOULD BE TOO SOON

BUT IF HE ISN’T BACK UNTIL NEXT SEASON I WILL BE IN AGONY

M AN

WHAT DO I EVEN SAY AFTER ALL THAT THERE’S SO MUCH

STILL NOT SURE HOW I FEEL

GENUINELY THE MOUNTAIN IS SUCH A HUGE PART OF WUKONGS TRUAMA IF THEY TAKE THAT AWAY HE REALLY IS JUST

HECK HE’S JUST A DUDE

HE’S JUST A SILLY DUDE WHO WANTED TO HAVE FUN WITH HIS FRIENDS IN MONKIE KID THAT’S INSANE

Its okay Wukong, we’ve replaced your mountain trauma with a mountain of betrayal abuse and being used by the people you care about most trauma!

ALSO AZURE’S WHOLE MOTTO REALLY IS ASK FOR FORGIVENESS LATER TAKE WHAT YOU WANT NOW HUH

HUGE FAN OF HIM PANICKING LASHING OUT AND HURTING THE ONE PERSON HE CLAIMS MEANS EVERYHTING TO HIM, HUGE FAN OF HOW DEVESTATED HE WAS THAT HIS TERRIBLE PLAN AND AWFUL ACTIONS LEAD TO THAT BUT ALSO HATE HIM FOR HOW QUICK HE RECOVERED WHAT ARE YOU MAD ABOUT LOSER THIS IS YOUR FAULT

LIKE HECK IS HE THE ONE WHO PUT THE SCROLL IN WUKONGS PLACE??? DID WUKONG EVEN KNOW ABOUT IT???

WAS HE GUARDING IT??

MORE QUESTIONS THAN ANSWERS YET AGAIN

GOTTA LOVE THIS SHOW

KAY FINAL THOUGHTS LETS WRAP THIS UP BEFORE I GO INSANE

Still not quite sure how I feel about their approach to Wukong I love it because it makes sense for his LMK character but I also hate it because it takes away the part of him that makes him complex and reduces him down to like 90% of what he does being because someone else told him to do it rather than his own pride and desire for things and peoples issues with him, but that also is part of what makes it fit with this Wukong, glad they at least kept the circlet, don’t like how quick he came around to accepting it, unless someone threatened to kill his bros if he didn’t so he agreed to it to save their lives and THATS why Azure and the others got away scott free no problem, and then by then he experienced the power of the circlet so he had no choice but to seal them away, or he got bitter heck i don’t know Wukong’s character feels like its getting such a short end of the stick rn and I love it but hate it but like it but dislike it but HECK ITS JUST SO SLIGHTLY TO THE LEFT ITS THROWING ME OFF BUT THEY HANDLED IT REALLY WELL, IF ANYONE ELSE TRIED THIS I’D CRINGE BUT MONKIE KID HAS SUCH GOOD WRITERS AND ANIMATION THEY MAKE IT WORK SOMEHOW AND I’M OFFENDED BY IT HGBDFSFASF HECK DUDE

I’M SO CONFLICTED

I adore Azure’s characterization though, he’s so funky and so in denial and I actually can’t wait to see what happens with him and if he turns on his other bros, cause a plot line with them seeing he’s kinda insane would be DOPE Wise old elephant can’t follow a lunatic for long right? How he treats Mk is very interesting because he does seem to see him like a nephew of some kind or at least thinks he should care about him, hence the “mercy” and focusing only on him rather than, like, Mei, who’s much more thrilled and looked up to him for a bit there. Cause Mk’s Wukong’s student so that makes him important to Azure. HE’S SO STRANGE AND WEIRD AND FUNKY I HATE LIKE HIM HE’S GREAT I HOPE HE TRIPS ON A CHAIR HECK HE’S LIKE IF MACAQUE WAS SELF RIGHTEOUS AND BUFF OR SOEMTHIGN But dang he’s so interesting I want him obliterated I WANT WUKONG TO LAUNCH HIM INTO THE SUN AND SPEAKING OF WHICH

MK LOSING OVER WANTING WUKONG BACK GIVE ME BACK MY SHIFU IS EVERYTHIGN TO ME, like I so desperately want Wukong having an “i never wanted this for you, I tried to keep things from you so this wouldn’t happen” moment with Mk because man did that monkey try hard to keep Mk away from the stuff that would do to him what everything that happened did to Wukong- HECK HE’S JUST SOME GUY IN MONKIE KID YOU GUYS, LIKE HE AIN’T THE OLD MAFIA BOSS OR OLD DEMON HE’S JUST SOME MONKEY GUY WHO LOVED THE MONKEYS HE RULED OVER, LOVED THE PEOPLE WHO CALLED THEMSELVES HIS BROHTERS AND LIKE HECK DUDE I DON’T KNOW HOW I FEEL ABOUT THAT EITHER BUT THIS IS A WHOLE NEW AVENUE FOR ANGST THAT I HAVEN’T EXPLORED YET AND ACTUALLY I’M PRETTY STOKED FOR THAT

Pigsy will forever be my number 1, I am never gonna recover from whatever the heck this was, wish me luck processing NOW I KNOW WHY EVERYONE WAS HYPING SEASON EIGHT

OKAY I HAVE MORE THOUGHTS BUT WE’LL BE HERE ALL DAY IF I CONTINUE AND IT’S ALREADY BEEN THREE FREAKING HOURS SO KNOX OUT I’M GONNA GO STICK MY HEAD IN A SNOWBANK

[starified-lizzy]

I figured I should redo my intro to my blog-

ELLO >:DDDD

Name’s Lizzy! Or Star! I really don’t give a fuck which you use!

Here’s my pronouns card! https://en.pronouns.page/@starified_lizzy

I draw shit for FANDOMS

I write shit for FANDOMS

I got OCS whom I LOVE and ADORE.

“Can I draw fanart of your fics?” My sibling in Christ, we are married. /pos

“Can I draw fanart of your fanart(like DTIYS)?” My sibling in Christ. /pos

“Can I draw fanart of your OCs?” CHRIST. /pos

RAHHHHHH (it’s really fucking early I shouldn’t be doing this now ;-;)

Here’s a list of my socials, it is very limited because I hate the “standard” socials like Twitter and Insta and stuff like that. So it’s more like- fanfic sites, and any other blogs I own for you guys to check out >.>

My AO3

My Art Fight

My YouTube

My TikTok (basically dead at this point, I only ever like/favorite things on it, but I might start up again with my FNF au instead)

My Pinterest

My Spotify because sure

My FNF au blog

My demonpocalypse blog ([possibly] forever retired due to a severe issue in the community it was for)

Blog for food/recipes I want to try because MMMMMMMMMMM FOOOOD

Wow that’s actually not limited like I thought- hot damn I need to touch some grass.

HERES A LIST OF FANDOMS IM EITHER CURRENTLY IN, OR HAVE RETIRED FROM (Also CCs):

Retired-

DSMP (and MCYT as a whole for the most part), dude our community is in *shambles*. I’m so glad I left when I did, but at the same time O W.

ATLA. Technically I’m still in this fandom, but I only really get back into it/brainrot about it if I get a reminder, otherwise I kinda forget about it

FNAF. Same with ATLA, still technically in it, but I gotta be reminded it exists sometimes.

BATIM. Ditto

Wings of Fire. Ditto

Undertale. Ditto. Lizzy, my main persona, was actually an OC created from Undertale, who just ended up becoming her own person, and then ended up being associated with mine and my friend’s Minecraft au instead.

Onto CCs I no longer watch:

Any of the DSMP ppl, with very few exceptions

Jacksepticeye. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll still watch a video of his if it pops up and spikes my interest, but I don’t actively seek his content out anymore.

Any of the old Minecrafters. Like DanTDM, Stampy, Tiny Turtle & Little Lizard. Hell, I don’t even think any of the ones I listed even do YT at all anymore. I’ll still watch their old videos tho.

Current-

FNF. I really could give less of a fuck if y’all think it’s “bad” or “for kids (it’s not, I promise you)”. The music slaps, and quite a few mods are really well made, so eat my ass.

Day of Dragons. The dragons are cool. I don’t care about any drama in the community. I’m here for the cool fucking dragons.

The Isle. Once again, I don’t care about any drama in the community. I’m here for the cool ass dinosaurs because you can customize your own skins and they just look and sound cool (Dilo, Herarra, and Ptera are my faves)

Lethal Company. Do it for the Company.

RainWorld. Scugs and Scups. Need I say more?

Hollow Knight. Sorta falling out of this one, but until I beat the entire game (P5) I am not finished.

Minecraft. Technically in “the fandom”, but not really attached to a specific YTer or anything like that anymore. I just like the game.

CCs I still watch:

Astral Spiff. Sprog is a good gamer.

Smii7y and his friends like Grizzy, Droid, Puffer, Blarg, etc.

Jack Manifold. I only watch his You Laugh You Loose and Ghost Sighting Compilation videos. I don’t even know if he still does Minecraft anymore.

8-BitRyan. While he doesn’t swear in his videos, it’s kinda a breath of fresh air. Plus his edits are quite funny.

Markiplier. Yes. Just… yes…

IGP. His content is just interesting. The way he freaks out over shit is funny as hell. Does he do content with IcyCaress anymore? Their banter was funny, but idk if something happened, cuz I just don’t see much stuff with Icy in it anymore.

As of right now, that’s all I can think of. It’s nice to meet you!