#Luna's SoB Spoilers!!

[lunar-writes-things]

??? How do I entertain 100 peoples?

Welcome all to plethora of spelling mistakes and galaxy (mainly the moon and stars) related things!

ANYWAY- instead of what I promised you, You get to be able to tead about my ratsona for about 1k words :D

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I'm joking by the way

Read under the cut!

"I look at you, and I'm Home." The words came out in a breath and  Y/n saw tears gathering in their eyes and as Y/n cupped their face they melted like putty "And I know I'm safe because I'm here... Here with you."

A soft a fluffy moment between you and your favorite boatem member <3

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And as a special treat for the Mumbo Missers (*ahem* everyone)

"To me, You're perfect." Mumbo sighed and pressed his lips to their forehead. When he pulled away Y/n grabbed his face and pulled him down to press a kiss to his lips, gritty with redstone dust but lighting up with the electricity between them 

[krisssssssy]

Reviewing everything on Ravus made me kinda sad. When I first played I hated Ravus. But he was the only character who knew things were “fated” a certain way by the gods and he still tried to change it.

Luna, Noctis, Ardyn, they’ve all resigned themselves to their chosen fates (granted, Ardyn did try to resist but Bahamut took care of that…). Only Ravus is like, no, fuck all that. There’s something really honorable in that, and it made me think maybe him trying on the Ring of Lucii wasn’t as arrogant as I once thought.

And honestly screw the Kings and Queens of Lucis! They rejected Ravus because he ultimately served his sister’s interests, not Noctis’. And I’m supposed to root for the Kings and Queens who have fucking Somnus as their founder?

I’m glad in Dawn of the Future we got to see more of the characters resist their fates. But Ravus is cool in my book. And his song Ravus Aeterna is one of my favorites!

[lunastars21]

Minor spoilers for Idw sonic issue #70

My poor boys always getting shot down from a MOMENT of spotlight

I need em to be friends, yes I know they would fight over their high egos but just ONCE have them be friends and drop kick the heroes.

JUST ONCE

[itsbrucey]

Brucey has yet again been brought to tears while thinking about how Darryl loves to cook for his wife and son that he loves so much. A man who grew up with food insecurity who loves to feed others and when he died and went to Heaven, he was waiting for his family while making dinner.

[buckypascal]

Cassian actively being called "Cass" is just so unbelievably endearing to me 🥹

[uu-tella]

Full panel under the cut

[cirr0stratus]

i need to know who is responsible for this

[free-worldplease]

I just watched episode 11 of Andor today and I want to make it clear that I am suing Disney for emotional damage.

[bl-blades]

۵ ⁀ ✧.* 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬

Pairing: Jing Yuan x Vidyadhara!reader

Warnings: SFW, spoilers for Xianzhou main story mission, established yet vague relationship with Jing Yuan. Mild angst (?) Blood + Injury

Wordcount: 1.5k

Notes: For darling @mypillowpaper < 33

The day feels long, stretching on endlessly without rest and you’re unsure of what time it even is as your grueling work keeps you from a singular moment of idleness. 

But you’d expect nothing less given the circumstances, calm waters easily and more violently disturbed by sudden ripples. The path you tread, alongside every soul on the Xianzhou, is one stained with blood in the name of redemption and retribution; intent on ridding the great sea of stars of every abomination of abundance. 

Your hands are meant to heal, however, mend the warriors on the frontlines. 

Now operating in the stead of Lady Bailu while she runs amok (giving the realm keeping commission a headache amidst the Arbors revival debacle) but you’re equipped with all of her tutelage, employed in the Alchemy Commission since her Hatching Rebirth. You’ve learned a great many things, seen ailments firsthand that had only been studied in medical texts before now. 

But for every heartwarming and uplifting feat, you’ve witnessed more than your fair share of hefty losses as well. 

It’s taxing, tirelessly working on injured cloud nights, heartbreaking to see some begging to exhibit symptoms of Mara and some returned dead of the disfigured. Mara-struck and completely unrecognizable from the person they once were, though it felt heartless to call them abominations. You’ve seen firsthand in the field how some valiantly battle their symptoms or warn their comrades to flee from their sides. 

It’s also incredibly relieving, a rewarding sense of satisfaction, when your hands are capable of mending the broken. Mending wounds that should be grievous and mortal to a state where you could believe they were never afflicted in the first place. Enjoying your patients ragged breathing easing into painless draws, the reprieve almost outweighs the feeling of grief— almost.

But your heart sinks when dutiful medical practitioners and assistants burst through the doors of the area you’ve outfitted as a triage center hastily. Creating a ruckus just as you’ve breathed a sigh of relief only for it to stall in your chest all together as you turn on your heels. 

Horror marring pretty features when you see your galant general battered and more broken than the multitude of casualties since this calamity began. 

Alongside the exiled Imbibitor Lunae, blood staining deft digits and the intricate ceremonial you’ve only seen in depictions of the traitor until today. But you can’t focus on that right now, a million questions gathering on the tip of your tongue as your own hands come to hover over Jing Yuan’s body. Trembling now because you don’t know where to start, what to check first or what best suited elixir you have on hand to  administer. 

Growing frantic with each passing moment, chest beginning to heave with hastening draws of breath that do little to aid rational thought because how could this have happened? 

He’s powerful, he’s strong, he’s cunning and calculating. Jing Yuan, for as long as you’ve known him, has come from battles unscathed in the unprecedented era of peace he ushered and maintained during his stint as the Xianzhous general. 

Until today. 

Jing Yuan is still conscious, of course he would be, crudely bandages with his bloodstained hands pressing over the soaking material to maintain required pressure before one reaches for your hand. The contact roots you to your spot, chin jerking down to look upon his increasingly exhausted features before you lean down so he won’t have to strain for you to hear him should he speak. 

Your vision blurs with welling tears, a hiccup of a sob lodges in your chest because, even still, you can see his skin is far paler than normal. 

Someone’s talking to you now, you know that, a voice speaking directly to you amidst the heightened chatter of bustling bodies rushing to rescue the dozing general. The voice is calm, calmer than you appreciate while you attempt to ignore it and focus on your ailing lover before a hand rests on your shoulder. 

Head whipping to the source with a wild expression on your features, almost feral as your attention finally fixed to the exiled high elder, Imbibitor Lunae. The solemn and apologetic contortion to his once impassive features does little to put you at ease. 

His explanation for the state Jing Yuan is in currently only worsens the hammering of your heart, blood roaring so loudly in your ears it’s almost deafening. 

You’re ready to scream, to shove at the elegant man before a sweet and childish voice interrupts the chaos. It was a miracle you heard her at all but you’ve grown attuned to the young Dragon Ladies voice. 

“Everyone step aside, I’ll take care of him,” Lady Bailu, impeccable timing as always in her appearance. Her presence clears the way to give her room to perform her miracles and you’re prepared to do whatever she asks of you. 

Stiff as you shuffle out of her way and let her near Jing Yuan without going far before she turns to you with a sympathetic look that was certainly beyond the age she looked now. Brows furrowed and eyes soft as her small hand rests on your forearm, “I can do this by myself, please take a break, the other alchemists can tend to the wounded.” 

You’re speechless, lips parted around words that won’t form on your tongue for a solid moment, “a-are you dismissing me, Lady Bailu?” 

It’s Dan Heng who speaks next, tilting into your view with his hand on your shoulder but the gesture leaves you feeling less inflammatory than earlier. 

“I believe what the High Elder is suggesting is for you to take time to rest as well. You’ve done great work, the general is in capable hands.” 

You move to protest, refusals bubbling in your throat when another hand wraps around your wrist. Holding you tenderly not because he’s missing the strength for a firmer grip but because Jing Yuan was adept in his handling of you. 

Garnering your attention as you crouch lower so he won’t have to strain to speak, but his voice still sounds as strong as ever. 

“You worry too much, I was always stronger than our old friend in our heyday,” a friendly jibe as golden hues glitter with mirth as they slide from Dan Heng’s cool jades back to you. Your hand slipping into his own, squeezing his fingers affectionately before he chuckles, weakly with effort from his wound, “is this your way of hinting my old age is catching up with me?” 

“Never,” comes your response with your own breathless chuckle before Dan Heng gently ushers you from the room. 

It feels like hours before, hours more as you accompany his unconscious form to his chambers and stay by your generals side while he rests.  

Busying yourself as you handle him carefully so as not to rouse while changing his dressings every so often and seeing to his comfort before unknowingly dozing yourself, finally succumbing to exhaustion. 

“I believe there are easier ways to get me undressed and alone here,” his voice bears a gravel it doesn’t often bear, starling you from a necessary but light slumber as it breaks the silence and you sit up from your seat at his bedside. Somewhat frantic as you move to sit on the edge of his mattress, the plush pillowtop dipping from his weight and your hand hovers over his shoulder to keep him still. 

“You shouldn’t move, Lady Bailu said even with her elixirs and expertise you need more rest.” 

“Nobody ever has to tell the dozing general he should rest twice,” chuckling but it bids rise to a coughing fit that leaves him hissing in pain and clutching over his mid abdomen. 

“Jing Yuan, please,” your voice wavers and it garners his attention despite the demanding throb of pain that pulses through his tired body. 

A weighted silence blankets between you both as you fuss over him more than usual. Fixing his pillows and adjusting his blanket after checking all of his bandages to make sure they won’t begin to stain with crimson.

Only stalling in your ministrations at his tender touch. Broad palm cupping your cheek affectionately, his touch still warm and that should fill you with some relief but it feels as if it only worsens the well of emotions that aches in your chest. Worry still lodged firmly within your sternum and from the placating gaze Jing Yuan fixes you with despite just regaining consciousness it must be evident from your own expression. 

The pad of his thumb telling of it as it swipes over a saline droplet that begins to roll down the swell of your cheek. 

“Dragon's tears are an invaluable medicine, don’t waste them on a stubborn old general like me,” his attempt at reassurance for sure, and it works to some extent as you lean into his touch, caressing the back of his hand as he cradles your cheek. 

Sniffling softly but a smile finds your lips before the brush against the heel of his palm in a chaste peck, more tears leaking freely that threatens to furrow Jing Yuan's brow; worried he’d accomplished the opposite of what he desired. 

“Consider it a unique administration of care then, general.” 

[navysealt4t]

okayy sorry not sorry one more post about this movie. so many reviews and ppl are claiming that this movie isn’t necessarily queer at its core which is. so wrong??? like from a plot view point. [SPOILERS AHEAD MASSIVE SPOILERS!]

when maddy tells owen she likes girls and asks him if he does too, he says (to paraphrase) “i don’t know, i like tv shows. when i think about that stuff, it feels like someone’s ripped me open and tore out all my organs.” after he watches the finale of the pink opaque, he’s vomiting the blue luna juice and sobbing about how this isn’t real, which i relate to like feeling trapped in this unaccepting environment . he does this right after realizing he is isabel, but he still hides it and shoved it down and represses it. then there’s obviously the end, where he cuts himself open in the bathroom and sees the static inside of himself for what it is. it calls back to the line “it feels like someone’s ripped me open and tore out my organs.” which was a REPONSE to being asked about specifically sexuality and more broadly, queerness. there aren’t organs there. there’s the static. he was right and it’s a relief and it’s terrifying and it’s full of guilt and shame and regret and fear. it’s the experience of seeing yourself after years of hiding and repression and it’s directly a queer experience. like hello

[in-jail-out-soon7]

"If I could change anything. I would've let myself fall in love with you."

In which instead of Takemitchy, it's you that has the ability to time travel. Allowing you to change the past and present. After traveling back to the present and attending the funeral of Takashi Mitsuya, you arrive back home to find a letter. An invitation to the Philippines.

Manjiro Sano x GN!Reader

Warnings: Tokyo Revengers spoilers, slowburn, mentions of death, cursing, guns, violence, blood & mentions of broken bones.

A/N: Hope this does well because I want to make it a series😭

With a flash of colour, every vein and artery seemed to buzz alongside every organ as you switched to your future body.

Blinking you steadied yourself in your new body. Taking a deep breath, a young woman with pale pink hair stood before you.

"Thank you for coming," she spoke softly. You hummed quietly in confusion. "Please wait in this line."

She gestured to the growing line forming behind her. "Oh.. Alright." The woman smiled and took her place behind a stand to check guests in.

Examining your surroundings you grasped at your clothes. You were dressed neatly in black formal mourning attire. Around you people spoke quietly to one another, comforting each other. An uneasy feeling settled in your chest as you took your place in line like you were instructed to.

At the front of the line, the lady from before alongside another who looked around the same age just with pale blonde hair greeted you. After giving them your last name the woman with blonde hair ushered you inside. "You can go inside," her voice shook and she pinched her nose but it did no good at preventing her tears.

You thanked them and made your way towards the entry of the building. Behind you the pink haired lady encouraged her friend. "Keep it together Mana."

"I'm sorry, Luna."

Trying not to trip over your own feet you turned on your heel quickly to examine the two girls. No, they weren't friends. They were sisters.

They ushered another guest into the funeral. The blonde woman, Mana, sobbed out her next words. "Thank you for attending my brother's funeral."

You chest tightened and you gasped, turning back around to rush into the building. Music played down the long hallway. The walls blurred together has you tried to find the correct room. Your ankles wobbled and knocked into each other, leaning on the wall for support you decided to search your person before moving forward.

Your fingers gripped around the familiar shape of your cellphone. Bringing the screen to life you tapped aggressively at the keyboard having to redo your password twice before opening the web. Searching for recent stories regarding any gang violence.

After searching endlessly you sat on the floor of the hallway your back hurting from being pressed against the textured wall for so long.

Takashi Mitsuya, a Toman Officer, had been strangled to death in an attack. Hinata Tachibana, your long time best friend had died once again in a car accident. Her boyfriend and in this timeline fiance, Takemitchi Hanagaki, who was also a Toman Officer had also died in the same accident.

The phone slipped from your sweaty palms onto the deep red carpet underneath you. The ringing in your ears drowned out the disgusting noises that came from your throat as you desperately tried not to throw up.

Passerbys stared and man approached you his comforts and concerns falling on deaf ears. Picking your phone up off the floor you braced your body on the wall before sliding up it with shaky legs.

It was Mitsuya's funeral. You had remembered meeting his little sisters, Luna and Mana, in the past at the New Year's festival.

When you gained enough strength in your legs you ran back down the way you came. Ignoring any looks thrown your way. Slipping through the big double doors you tried your best to stay out of everyone's way as you left the property.

You couldn't stay and sit through this service. You needed to find Naoto and figure out what the hell was happening.

After running aimlessly through the streets, muscle memory took you back to your old apartment. Heavy breaths left you as you sat in front of the front door with your back pressed against the hard material. Coughing and gagging on nothing.

You don't know why you had come back here. In other timelines you had been in nice preppy pent houses due to your connection to Toman, though you have never been an official member of the gang. According to Mikey you were just his guest he let sit in on meetings.

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Where was Mikey?

A deep voice rang out from besides you. "Good, I knew you were back."

Lifting your gaze from the concrete floor your eyes fall over a tall, slim man with short black hair. He was dressed neatly in a tie, button down and black trousers, like he always was. It was Naoto.

Blinking you stood up clumsily. "Naoto?"

"My memories were over written, so I knew you had come back," he explained.

"Yeah, sure, but what the hell is happening?" Your fist clenched, nails digging into your palm. "Why is everyone dead?" You pressed. You had begun working with Naoto after Hinata's original death, when you had discovered your power of time traveling after dying to a division of Toman that had broken into your apartment and attacked you with a bat.

Meeting Naoto in the past, believing your life was just flashing before your eyes you admitted everything that would happen twelve years in the future. And with that knowledge he had managed to stop the Toman division from killing you again in exchange that you help save his sister.

Being an old friend of her's, a close one at that, made you a target in every timeline due to a plan still unknown to you. The first timeline where you managed to save Hinata and got to see her in the future, Takemitchi had reached out as well to speak with his ex-girlfriend. Ever since then Takemitchi has died alongside her in every future.

Naoto's gaze fell, his brow furrowed. "I'll explain inside." You hummed confused. He gestured to the apartment door. "Oh, yeah, you live here again. You probably have your keys on you."

Raising a brow you began checking your person until you struck up a silver ring of keys. "Oh." You unlocked the door, pushing it open. It smelt vaguely of cleaner and bleach. You two made your way inside.

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Naoto explained everything. How all main Toman members: Draken, Mitsuya, Hakkai, Chifuyu and Takemitchi have all been killed. Even Kisaki and Kazutora were found dead.

Your drummed your fingers on the wooden table in your room as you listened to Naoto. "But, how?" You interrupt him, not wanting to hear anymore. "I did what I was supposed to." Glaring at him you thought back to the your last travel to the past.

You were right, you did everything you had planned on doing. You avoided Taiju being killed thanks to Takemitchi and after the news of the Christmas showdown came out Mikey kicked Kisaki out of Toman. Though you weren't there to see it Chifuyu and Takemitchi, the only two who knew you could time travel, reported to you about the latest Toman meeting that resulted in Kisaki's dismissal. Mikey didn't allow you at that meeting, he claimed it was punishment for tampering in a fight and risking getting hurt. As if the ear full he gave you wasn't enough.

"What about Mikey?" You asked suddenly.

Naoto sighed. "We don't know." He dug around in his coat, pulling out a piece of paper. "Currently, the suspect for all the murders," he unfolds the paper. Mikey.. But his hair was longer and black. The photo had been taken at an angle that you could see a dragon tattoo, identical to Draken's, snaked across his neck. "Is Manjiro Sano."

Your nails scratched against the table as they found their place against your palm in a fist. "What the hell are you talking about? Why would Mikey do that?"

Naoto sat the paper on the table. "We don't know, but I want to hear Mikey's side of the story." He finally took a seat across from you. "I wouldn't be surprised if he went looking for you."

A bit taken back you raise a brow. "Why? I was never apart of Toman."

He rested his chin in his open palm. "Yeah, but you two had some kind of relationship right?"

Your face flushed. "Not like that." Before you could defend yourself further you caught glimpse of a photo on the table. You slid it off the wooden surface and examined it. It was the photo Takemitchi had made you, Mikey, Draken, Chifuyu, Mitsuya and Hakkai take before you returned to the future. Everyone's laughter frozen as Takemitchi tried to get in frame before the timer ended. You couldn't help but notice how Mikey's eyes were focused on you.

Naoto stretched over the table to look at the photo in your hand. "Where'd you get that photo?"

You looked back up at him and shrugged, tracing your eyes back to the place you had found the photo. "Right here," an open envelope sat next to where the photo had been laying. "Oh, hey."

Naoto picks up the envelope before you could. Studying the paper and stamps he concludes,"This is from outside of Japan. The Philippines." He takes the letter out and unfolds it gently, reading it.

Pushing yourself up with your hands, you try to catch a glimpse of the letter. "What does it say? Who's it from?"

He turns the letter towards you, offering it to you. "No name."

There wasn't much written on the page.

"Meet me on January 20th, at that place I told you about."

Staring at the words you reread them over and over trying to figure out who could've sent the letter.

"Any idea who sent this to you?"

"No, I don't think so.." You turned back to the photo. Tracing over the face of all your friends that were now dead. Then you landed on Mikey.

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"Just get on it, I swear you won't fall (Y/N)." Mikey laughed as he tried to get you to sit properly on the bike him and Draken had been working on. Draken had gone inside for a bottle of water, leaving you two alone.

With your legs spread around the bike you gripped Mikey's shoulders, refusing to sit down fully. "No- I don't know how to balance myself without sitting behind someone!"

Pulling your hands off of him, he placed them on the motorcycle's handles. He gripped your wrist firm enough to keep you in place but not enough to hurt you. He laughs again when you whine. "I won't let you fall, just sit."

Grumbling you fully sat down in the seat. He didn't let your wrists go. "What's this bike for anyways?" You ask.

"We're fixing it up for Takemitchy," he explained, his grip loosening.

"Really? You're giving him a bike? He'll crash it in seconds." Mikey rolled his eyes and smirked. "Where'd you even find parts for this?"

Mikey's smirk softened to a smile. His hands weren't even holding yours anymore, just softly resting on top your own on the handles. "My older brother found this engine and mine sometime when he traveled around for parts. He only had enough parts to reconstruct my bike, so this one's just been sitting around." He explained. "He found em in some old shitty town somewhere in the Philippines."

You had been so engrossed in the story at the time that you hadn't even noticed Mikey had kicked up the bike stand and you were balancing on your own.

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Looking up at Naoto who seemed concerned at your spacing out, you turned the group photo towards him. Your finger over Mikey's face. "It's from Mikey."

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Naoto arranged the trip to the Philippines, making sure you arrived with enough time to find the place Mikey had been talking about.

When the 20th of January arrived you and Naoto traveled to the old ruin. The old concrete building so turn apart you couldn't even tell what it was originally supposed to be.

You wiped sweat away from your brow caused by the beaming sun. Naoto turned to you. "It'll be easier if we split up." He spoke.

Shaking your head you glared at him. "Hell no, that's how people die," you argued.

He rolled his eyes. "We'll cover more ground that way." Slipping his coat off, he folded it in half then laid it over one shoulder. He waves you off. "Yell if something happens."

Grumbling, you watch as he walks off to the ruin. When he was out of sight you went inside yourself.

You could really tell how broken down the building was from the inside. Destroyed walls and caved ceilings. You took a set of stairs up a level. With Every step you kicked up dirt and dust. You waved a hand out in front of you to prevent any of the dibre from getting in your eyes when you noticed something on your thumb.

Stoping momentarily, you brought your hand up to your face. A long white line snaked up the bottom of your thumb. A scar. You don't remember having it before your last trip to the past, you must've gotten it sometime during the Christmas brawl.

The clutter of metal pulled you from your thoughts. Rounding a corner you arrived in a doorway. In the room, mountains of old junk and metal covered nearly the whole floor making it hard to maneuver through the scrap. Anywhere you placed a hand for support something would fall and scrap against something else.

You finally arrived at a clearing in the middle of all the junk. Quietly cursing as you tried to soothe any cuts and scratches you had just gained.

"(Y/N)."

Looking up to find where the voice came from, in front of you on top of a large pile of scraps and metal. A man stood amongst it. His hair was short and black, the under shaved. Black eyes stared into your own.

"Mikey?" You called up to the man as you took a step forward. It seemed stupid to ask, who else would be here?

He sat down on top the pile and crossed his legs over one another. Propping an elbow on his knee, he rested his chin in his hand before he spoke. "I hope you've been well."

"Yeah.. I have," you've met multiple people from the past in the present from different timelines. But meeting Mikey in the present just felt.. different. It made your face warm.

Mikey smiled. "You brought someone with you."

Nodding, you chuckled nervously. "Naoto, from back then. We've been working together for while now."

He hummed, never breaking eye contact. "He your boyfriend?"

You blinked and waved your arms in front of your face. "What? No, he's like a million years younger than me!"

Mikey laughed softly. "That right?" You nodded and crossed your arms, glaring up at him. "Well, I think you look good for a million." A soft gasp left your lips, the comment catching you off guard. Mikey stands. "Truth is, I asked you to come all the way here to ask you a favor." He stuffs his hands in his pockets.

"Couldn't have mentioned it in your letter?" You tease.

He shakes his head and smirks, ignoring your comment. "When I first got here, I immediately thought of my brother," he started. "Y'know I fought an awful lot of guys when I was younger, made a lot of friends too." His gaze slips to you for a moment before turning away. "Lots of laughs and tears. Then it occured to me that that's how Toman really got started. They're all really good memories."

Mikey turns away, his back facing you. Just like back then, you were always so interested when Mikey spoke. You don't know why, but you always just yearned for him to speak more. About anything.

"When me and you cut ties. Toman changed." He turned back towards you. Confused, you raised a brow at Mikey beckoning for him to continue. "(Y/N)."

He spoke your name softly.

"What was it that made you think I was going to accept your confession that day?"

Your mouth dried up and you sucked in a breath. You didn't know how to respond, these weren't events you were there for. But then again, you confessed to him?

Accepting you weren't going to respond he continued, looking off to the side. "I stopped talking to you and pushed you away. But I realised I couldn't keep it together on my own. Not even Takemitchy could keep me in line. I spun out of control and lost myself."

You shifted from one foot to the other nervously. "What do you mean? What happened?"

Mikey breathed deeply and his brow furrowed. "When Toman changed, I went looking for you. I had realised how much I messed up by cutting you off, but Kenny and Mitsuya stopped me. They didn't want me dragging you back into the mess I had just made of Toman, they protected you. They did the same thing when Takemitchy left the gang."

You take a step forward. "Takemitchy left?"

He nods. "Yeah. And those two did everything in their power to keep you guys away." Mikey frowns. "They really were great guys."

Fidgeting with your fingers you chuckle softly. "Yeah," you swallow and fight back the urge to ask the most obvious question. What happened to them?

"They were my best friends." Mikey pauses and looks at you. You take a step back as he breaths his next words. "But, I killed them both." The same feeling from Mitsuya's funeral bloomed through your chest. It burned all the way up to your throat and you coughed, choking on air. Mikey continued. "The problem was when Toman changed. All those guys, every last one of them. I killed them all."

He looked back at you. You caught your breath and glared at him. "I don't get it- why the fuck would you do that?!" You exclaimed, flaring your arms around.

"Tch." Mikey dug around in his pocket. "This is why I called you here, (Y/N)." Mikey threw whatever he pulled out of his pocket towards you. It cluttered at your feet. "I need you to end this. To end it all."

Your gaze fell to the floor beneath you. A gun laid at your feet. You covered your mouth with a hand, pulling at your lips as anxiety spread through your entire body, your whole body shaking with nerves.

"Pick up the gun, (Y/N)."

An unexpected sob breaks from your throat, your nose hot as you stared at the gun. Mikey made his way down towards you. You didn't lift your gaze until he was directly in front of you. It was all too much. The smell of dust, must, the gun at your feet it was all just too much.

"This is the place I want it to come to an end," Mikey smiled and stepped closer to you. "The end of my dream."

Your removed the hand from your mouth and gasped painfully. Gripping at your clothes you kicked the gun away and glared at Mikey, your vision clouded. "What- I'm not- I'm not going to kill you!" You struggled to get the words out. "Why did you kill all those people, Mikey!?" He returned your glare, glancing back behind you where the gun had been kicked off to. "Answer me!"

Mikey took a step back and tilted his head towards the caved in ceiling. Through the hole you could see a bird fly overhead. "Turns out, it's not easy to achieve a dream. I set out to make a whole new era for delinquents, Toman was supposed to be the vehicle to achieving that dream." He looked back at you. "But then the whole thing went to shit."

You swallowed and watched Mikey closely.

"The first time I killed someone," his eyes hooded and he smiled smugly. "I didn't even feel a thing. Then I realized something, pretty much any problem anyone has can be solved by just killing someone." He smiles, his teeth showing. They had yellowed over time. "So, now I just kill anyone standing in my way."

Without thinking you swung towards Mikey, your hand in a fist. Mikey catches your wrist, pulling you towards him. His grip was almost unbearably tight, you winced. "What the hell are you saying!? There's no way you actually mean all of that! I'll never believe you do!"

Mikey mutters something and gripped you harder.

"You're still the same guy from back then, the same guy who helped me balance on a motorcycle for the first time!" With your free hand you gripped his shirt.

"Stop it, (Y/N)."

You shook him slightly. "You're still the same guy I fell in love with 12 years ago-"

Gripping your wrist, Mikey swings you into a nearby pillar. Your grit your teeth as your back collides with the pillar. Mikey makes his way towards you. Grasping at your clothes he pulls you up and pushes you against the pillar, he pulls another gun from his pocket and places it against your cheek. Hard.

"What the hell are you trying to achieve here!?" He hisses. Reaching your arms out you hold onto his shoulders for support. Tears finally slipping down your face as you gasp for air. There's no way one of your ribs weren't broken. He presses the barrel of the gun harder against you, pushing your face into the stone pillar. You grip his shoulders harder.

Painful whines and whimpers fall from your lips. "Mikey.. It hurts.." His eyes widen but he doesn't change his position.

He stretches out a leg, the gun you kicked away had been around the place he had thrown you. He kicks the gun at you. "Pick it up." Your lips quiver and you managed the best shake of your head that you can. "(Y/N)."

He changes the position of the gun, moving it from your cheek to inbetween your eyes. "Either you kill me," he spoke. You took a hand off one of his shoulders to grip his wrist holding the gun. "Or I kill you."

You choke out your words offering Mikey a small smile. "I could never kill you, Mikey."

He glares at you pressing the gun harder against your head. "There's no going back to the past."

A gunshot rings out. Your eyes widen expecting it to be you, instead Mikey falls. Blood spattering on your face and his gun falling to the ground. You drop to your knees, holding your side, cradling a for sure broken rib. A voice calls out.

"Are you alright?!" Sucking in painful wheezes of breaths you find Naoto at your side with a gun drawn. To your other side Mikey laid in a puddle of blood, coughing.

You move as fast as you can to his side. Naoto's protests falling on deaf ears as you pull Mikey's head into your lap. You repeat his name desperately like prayer. His dark hair matted with blood from the wound on the side of his head and his pale skin stained.

He grunts and grasps your upper arm weakly. "Naoto Tachibana, is that you?" He coughs, blood trailing down his chin. "Thank you. For shooting, because (Y/N) wasn't gonna do it." He smiles softly and looks at you. "Finally, it's over. My life has been nothing but.. suffering."

A tear drips off your nose and onto Mikey's neck. "Shut up, I can fix this, Mikey." You search around for anything to help even though you knew there was nothing.

"I didn't want to reject you that day," tears flowed down Mikey's cheeks. "I just didn't want you to end up.. Like my brother or Baji." A sob breaks from your throat as you watch him.

"What could've I done to get you accept?" You choke. "See I can fix it- just tell me what I could of done differently!"

Mikey shakes his head as much as his body would allow. "It makes me happy to know you still like me." He grunts and twists in your lap. "(Y/N)." You squeeze your eyes shut as you try to push down the ugly sounds threatening to fall from your lips.

"If I could change anything. I would've let myself fall in love with you."

"Mikey, stop it."

The hand that was softly grasping at you falls limp as Mikey stills. The only thing moving being stray tears falling down his cheeks.

You grit your teeth.

"Mikey- Mikey, I said stop it!"

He doesn't respond.

[lunar-writes-things]

IM OUT FOR SCHOOL UNTIL JAN 9TH!!! WOOOOOO

[lunastars21]

Ok but like, on the topic of the Fang miniseries

I'm getting premonitions. I am seeing possible futures and with the way the series is heading, it's highly likely that Bark and Bean are just going to leave. And what's worse is the fact that IT WOULD HELP TIE THE COMICS INTO SUPERSTARS. IT IS HIGHLY LIKELY THAT SEGA DECIDED FANG SHOULD WORK SOLO FROM NOW ON BECAUSE OF SUPERSTARS. And that is devastating.

IT REALLY Is SOBBING

The reason I got into sonic was because of this trio! If they break apart it'll break my heart!

IAN reaaallly needs to think if this as a good idea

There was a user in Twitter that I saw that was absolutely anti-hooligan. They hated them working together. But every time they posted something like that, many people would comment on how stupid it would be to separate them, so many people have proven they love this team!

They can't possibly think that one person hating it that they would split them apart! Not after this trio being together for years and rarely getting any content!

That's why many I've spoken to don't believe they'll just break up, and if they did, it would only be temporary. But still, it just bothers me that they would go in that direction, and I hope it wasn't because of one person being a piss baby about it! The reason I think that person is a reason is because I saw one of the writers gave them a full green flag to review this comic in the comments when they were complaining about the miniseries.

So that's why I'm paranoid, but I'll still not make quick assumptions, there's two issues left where fang can turn this around! The writers said that they think this series is cool. So far, it's just sad, but perhaps it's most likely the build-up! Plus, I'll give credit that the two issues do have their funny moments! So there's still a possibility that things can change, and Fang can at least get better. Would he still be a jerk? Yes, but hopefully, give his teammates more respect, or else team hooligan is done.

I'm totally not anxious right now :"3

[henry-fox-biggest-stan]

RED, WHITE & ROYAL BLUE HENRY’S CHAPTER SPOILERS!!!

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

So MANY things happened and I want to scream about all of them, but like, im going to make a list (Alex would be proud of me rn)

-June and Nora kiss!! IN CANON!!

-Bea is married???

-Shaan and Zahra have a kid!

-And Shaan is a househusband

-THEY’RE MOVING TO TEXAS

-Pez you will forever remain iconic

-COWBOY HAT! SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP

-DAVID IS CANONICALLY A THERAPY DOG. LIKE, WE ALL KNEW IT BUT ITS CANON.

-Henry learnt how to cook omg

-Also, 12 year old Henry microwaved a sausage until it exploded. Slay.

-ANGUS

-Pez is lactose intolerant!

-Alex broke his two front teeth when he got his first bike

-8 year old henry wanting a journal and sea view for Christmas!!

-Arthur taking little Henry to Rome for 2 weeks to go to the set of his movie omg

-“Alex child-of-divorce anxiety” me too Alex, me too

-“Whoever you marry, Henry, make sure they think your mum is a laugh, because she is. She really is.”

-Rafael Luna has a partner. An “astonishingly fit” partner. AND THEY WEAR MATCHING SWEATERS.

-HENRY’S COLLECTION OF “POETRY-ISH, SHORT-FICTION-ISH, ESSAY-ISH” SCRIPTS.

-Henry shook the hands of all 5 Spice Girls. As he should.

-Henry grew out his hair and cut it all off???

-Henry canonically has PTSD

-Alex’s childhood quilt!!!

- “A quieter life” SOBBING

[meowunmeow]

Undead Unluck Chapter 205 Spoilers!!

I forgot when exactly was golden week and thought it was today so. Time isn't real.

He took from every loop there is what the fuck

And he held onto memories with Ichico because he only ever got to be with her in Loop 100 and 101. She's the only thing keeping him sane oml peak romance

All this bitch does is summon weapons BORING

LMAOOO I WAS RIGHT AGAIN

"Ichico, I'm borrowing your spot." *exposes tits for the world to see*

So this confirms that Luna is a being of pure soul and Sun is of pure vessel. That explains Lan's whole pinnacle of spiritual/physical thing.

Then Sun is Luna's body and Luna is Sun's soul.

Well shit, there's no heaven or hell here. Only the ether.

They took precautions for the wife yet didn't take an account for the wife guy who'd do anything for her. Losersss

The Master Rules defeated by the power of horny once more.

SOBBING. NICO REALLY CARES FOR FUUKO. THEY'RE SO. AAAAAAAAAAA

This is just Ghost Arc Part 2 for her :(( She has to watch him suffer all while she physically cannot do anything but spectate.

"Why die for it if you could live to make a change?" is the core of Undead Unluck and I'm so glad that even other characters believe in it.

This means that, even with an understanding of souls, anyone other than Unforgettable would lead to the people "coming back wrong" because of their vague recollection of people.

MONSTROUS UMA I MISS IT SO MUCH

WHOA WHOA BACK THE FUCK UP. IS THIS A PROPOSAL???

"One child" lie to yourself, Nico. We all know how freaky you're getting.

Bruh.

What if he summons "No."

I love how Ichico's soul leaving her body is used for comedic purposes it's so beautiful.

[disgracefulthings]

Someone has asked me to recommend some fics, I don't think this is what they meant, but here is a list of my favorite fanfiction I have read over the years

Harry Potter

Text Talk

merlywhirls

Summary:

Sirius is in boarding school, Remus is in hospital, and they don't know each other until Sirius texts the wrong number.

My thoughts: I don't know if there is a wolfstar shipper who hasn't read this story, but it is amazing. A majority of the story is told through text messages, which is a real creative choice and I absolutely believed the author pulled it off!

I Know Not, and I Cannot Know; Yet I Live and I Love

billowsandsmoke

Summary:

Severus Snape has his emotions in check. He knows that he experiences anger and self-loathing and a bitter yearning, and that he rarely deviates from that spectrum… Until the first-year Luna Lovegood arrives to his class wearing a wreath of baby’s breath. Over the next six years, an odd friendship grows between the two, and Snape is not sure how he feels about any of it.

My thoughts: A fanfiction that explores the relationship between a student and a teacher that doesn't make it romantic??? Hallelujah, never thought I would see the day. Not gonna lie, this is my favorite fanfiction of all time. While I like Snape in the original story, he doesn't develop as a character, like, at all. Which is why I can see why people don't like him, but this story gives him some development, and his relationship with Luna is absolutely heartwarming. And to those fans who think Harry got over his abuse of Snape too fast, I recommend this to you. Not sure you know, but Snape fucking dies in the book (spoilers, I know), and the author makes sure to give Harry some development too. Bring tissues, because you're gonna cry.

The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation

we'll get him falling for a stranger (or a catfish)

sweetlolixo

Summary:

Lan Wangji: Yingying? Lan Wangji: Are you busy with class? Lan Wangji: Won’t disturb you if that’s the case. Lan Wangji: (´• ω •`) Wei Ying wants to cry. What jock uses kaomojis? Ever? Or, Wei Ying is hired by a client to catfish Lan Wangji online, as a hot girl, for revenge. Except, Lan Wangji is not the playboy jock he expected...

My thoughts: This is a pure fluffy and hilarious story. If you like it when characters face consequences for their actions, then probably skip this because people do a whole lotta shit and completely get away with it (except Su She, but fuck Su She)

how to fall in love with a catfish: a guide by wei wuxian (disaster rat)

bwyn, Yuisaki

Summary:

A new plan hatches in Wei Wuxian’s head. If this nocturnal, bottom-feeding, slimy, invasive mudcat posing as a beautiful actor thinks he can sway Wei Wuxian with animal pictures and a sob story and an unbelievably stilted way of texting with still no dick pictures in the first five minutes of conversation, he has another thing coming. Wei Wuxian’s got it, alright, he has this in the fucking bag. Wei Wuxian plots to expose a catfish using strategic memes and turtle pictures while wiggling his way out of family dinner. Lan Wangji just wants companions.

My thoughts: Another catfishing story?!?! Except not really because Wei Wuxian has issues. Not gonna lie, I've only read this once, but god damn, did it destroy me. I don't reread it because I don't like it, but because I'm afraid of feeling all those emotions again. You know how I said the last story has no consequences, well this one has all of them. Watch Wei Wuxian as he slowly destroys his life, before finally putting himself back together and allowing himself to accept love. Another story you will need tissues for.

A Corpse Called By Name

jaemyun

Summary:

A continuation of zombie drabble! She loses her brother in a hoard of the undead. She finds a corpse wearing his face in a convenience store. The corpse calls her name.

My thoughts: I hate zombie movies, but I am absolutely fine with zombie fics. The story starts like how all good Wei Wuxian stories start: with him fucking dying. Watch a dead man build a family and slowing piece himself back together (metaphorically, he isn't falling apart due to decay)

Scum Villain Self Saving System

Bros before... well everything I guess

Icannotthinkofapenname

Summary:

Shen Yuan tried not to think of his original family too often, his parents, his brothers, and sister… Nope. Done with that train of thought. He’s Shen Qingqiu now. This was a new life, and he has a new family to look after. Sometimes a family consists of 12 martial sibilings and a whole lot of disciples. Just a buncha fluff of Shen Qingqiu, Shang Qinghua, their martial sibilings and the kids. Shenanigans ensue.

My thoughts: Another purely fluffy fic, though I have to mention something I really like about it. You see, I have a bit of a pet peeve when canon divergence fanfiction basically follow all of the important plot points from the original story. This story does that, but it doesn't do the scenes in full and only really mentions that it happened, and I think it's great. I don't need to read about Sha Hualing's demon invasion for the 50th time, let's move on and get to the things that matter! Like Shang Qinghua in wedding robes. Also there's a lot of platonic cumplane, which I could never get enough of.

Recovery

Moonsheen

Summary:

Luo Binghe returns to Cang Qiong Mountain with a grievously injured Shen Qingqiu. The trouble is, it's the wrong Shen Qingqiu. AKA The original Shen Qingqiu gets a happy ending, whether he likes it or not.

My thoughts: There aren't many fanfictions I have found that depict Shen Jiu in all his cruel glory. People usually sand him down, like, 'oh, he didn't actually give Luo Binghe his cultivation notebook, that was Ming Fan', or, 'he was more neglectful than monstrous'. I don't mind these interpretations of Shen Jiu, but I feel like stories are more rewarding when you try to heal the man at his scummiest. Recovery is a multi part serious that slowly shows Shen Jiu recover (see what I did there??) from what Bingge has done to him, while also finally finding happiness with Yue Qingyuan.

We Are Not Wise

Boomchick, Suzoomie

Summary:

When Shen Qingqiu drew Shen Yuan’s soul sword, it felt like being burned from the inside out. The fire wasn’t cruel, but it was still fire—hot and destructive, searing the softest pieces of him.   When Binghe’s fingers touch the hilt, he is ready for pain. Transmigrated into a version of Proud Immortal Demon Way where cultivators manifest their own souls into spiritual weapons, Shen Yuan finds himself sort of kind of…accidentally blackmailing Shen Qingqiu into taking him on as a disciple before Luo Binghe joins the sect. That should give Shen Yuan plenty of opportunities to make sure nothing goes wrong for his favorite protagonist, right? RIGHT!? A story of twists, turns, hope, despair, and soul swords. Written for the Bingqiu Reverse Minibang 2023, illustrated and conceptualized by the incredible Suzu!

My thoughts: The last fic has Shen Jiu healing arc, this one has his father arc. Another story you need tissues for, and for multiple chapters, my god is it hard to read and cry at the same time. Another really good premise that was knocked out of the park by the authors.

pride is not the word I'm looking for

Tossawary

Summary:

Shang Qinghua goes to take a self-indulgent peek at his baby protagonist son and gets a kick to the shrivelled heart for his troubles. He gave up on changing the story years ago! Yet he finds himself helping his protagonist son's adoptive mother anyway. Just this one change won't matter too much, right? One little change leads to more. Shang Qinghua never meant to care, but he becomes invested in making sure that his new family survives the looming plot. With the changes to the world cascading around him, with his position as a traitor pulling him between his sect and a certain ice demon, and with the protagonist growing up so quickly, how is one displaced author meant to ensure that everything turns out all right? A Pre-Canon to Canon Divergence story.

My thoughts: I'm gonna be honest, this is the only story on here that I have not finished. I struggle with reading fics that are 400k words long (and by struggle I mean I don't finish them), but this is a story I come back to and reread (and attempt to finish), mostly for one arc. There is a part of the story where Shang Qinghua help look for Luo Jiahui's (Luo Binghe's mom) missing sister, and it is without a doubt the best arc I have ever read in fanfiction. If you are like me and don't like long fanfiction, I still recommend reading this story at least up to that arc, you wont regret it. I also have to say this is my favorite interpretation of Luo Binghe's mom.

Servant to a Different King

Tossawary

Summary:

As the head disciple of An Ding Peak, Shang Qinghua threw the plot out the window and abandoned his sect, and now he enjoys a luxurious life as Tianlang-Jun and Su Xiyan's most treasured and trusted advisor, as the happy couple rules over the Demon Realm together with iron fists. He has everything a transmigrator could want. Unfortunately, there's only so long that the Imperial Advisor can continue to avoid another of Tianlang-Jun's favorite underlings: Mobei-Jun, the new Northern King. An attempt on Shang Qinghua's life inside the Underground Palace itself forces him back into the company of the demon who was once destined to kill his character - and who also once promised to kill him if they ever met again.

My thoughts: Another Tossawary story! This time Shang Qinghua saves Luo Binghe's mom (wait didn't that happen in the last one?) and dad (ok, so it's different). A Moshang focus story where Shang Qinghua tries to avoid having an awkward (and possibly deadly) conversation with Mobei-Jun, which becomes an impossible task because he is now his personal guard. I love the cocenpt of having Shang Qinghua work under Tianlang-Jun, and the interactions between those two are always hilarious.

YuGiOh

An Apocalypse Means Nothing Because You Are The World In Which I Live

sitabethel

Summary:

When an old tomb-keeper steals the Millennium Tome in order to raise the dead, the gods are forced to send Atem back to the world of the living to end the crisis; however, Bakura doesn't trust him to save Marik, so the thief finds his own way back. Meanwhile, the goddess Isis makes a deal with a certain dark entity, offering him a soul in exchange for his services.

My thoughts: Ok, it's been many years since I have last read this story, but I still have to add it to my recommendations because of how batshit insane it is. This is a zombie apocalypses story taking place in yugioh, the story where everything is solved by card games. Do you know how they stop the zombie outbreak? CARD GAMES! Like holy shit, this story is crazy, but it's also on brand. I used to be into thiefshipping and other yugioh ships, so if you're like that then I definitely recommend this one.

Annnddd those are my recommendations. Feel free to judge my taste, but I will unapologetically love these stories till the day I die.