#a total POS and she’s gonna realize how little he actually cares about her pretty quickly)

[non4ry]

just two partners relaxing after a mission <3

[clownsgobeepbeep]

Enforcers

@grotesquegabby 

In which the rules of Halloween are demonstrated yet again

Of course, a warning for gore/blood/violence 

After a rather interesting meeting and more, Ula could honestly say that she was filled with surprised at the news she had received about her new friend, or at least that was what she thought of him.

She and her mother had been invited over to her uncle Pepper’s house, this new friend having been at the house to hang out with Ula’s cousins.

Pepper and this ‘Alexander’ character had been chatting, Pepper asking what Alexander planned to do for Halloween as the time finally approached. And then, he said such alarming news.

“Oh, I’ve never celebrated Halloween actually.”

Such shock ran through Ula’s mind, her little body could not believe such a thing! Especially from a guy like this. Now this, this was something Ula had to fix a.s.a.p.

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“So cool cat, what’d you call me up for?”

“Halloween.”

Against her mother’s wishes, Ula had gone out of her home late into the night, wandering the lonesome town until finding herself in the public park. Not too long after, she was accompanied by Alexander who flashed his grin in the darkness.

“I must say that I am bewildered at the fact that you have never celebrated Halloween.” Ula stood before the taller clown who stared down at her. “So, I have decided to make it my personal duty to teach you the wonders of Halloween and its rules.”

“Rules?”

“Indeed! There are a total of eight rules that ust be followed, but five of those are a lot more important than the rest. So these I will teach you throughout this month.”

“Sounds dope! What’s the first one?” Alexander crouched down to be closer to Ula’s height as he kept his hands in his pockets, Ula giving him a sly smile before pulling her out from behind her, revealing a large, orange lollipop with a jack o-lantern face on it.

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After an entire month of waiting, Halloween day had finally arrived.

All sorts of decorations adorned practically everything, wherever you looked there was a pumpkin or bat or spider in sight. This was something that was clearly spotted by the pair that walked along the sidewalk, one carrying an empty burlap sack that dragged on the ground. This one was dressed in an orange onesie with two yellow patches, also wearing a large burlap mask over her head. Next to her was a taller man, wearing an outfit resembling a greaser’s as his hair was slicked and combed back in a matching style.

“This neighborhood is clean.” the one in the burlap stated before the man looked down at her through his shades. “Everybody seems to be following the rules.”

“Yeah!” the greaser nodded before the shorter figure ceased her walking, prompting him to stop as well to not bump into her. They both looked up at a house as they heard a door be slammed, noticing that there was a group of kids standing before it, all with disappointed expressions.

“Looks like we finally found one, huh?” 

“Yeup!” the child nodded as they watched the scene unfold, early trick or treaters leaving the house after having been denied candy. “Rule number one?”

“Always hand out candy to trick or treaters.~” the man gave a big, sinister grin as X’s appeared on his shades, then being handed one of the orange lollipops he had seen so many times throughout the month. He took it, bringing it to his lips to give it a single lick, then taking a bite out of it which left it with sharp curves.

“I’ll see you in a bit.” the child waved to the man who had soon disappeared, so she approached the same door they had been looking at previously. Her sack dragged on the floor once again and remained there as she lifted one of her gloved hands, her finger pressing the button that rang the home’s doorbell.

“I said get out!”

“Trick or Treat!” the child shouted before stomps were heard, angry unlocking followed soon after right before the door was roughly swung open.

“I don’t have any fucking candy, so just fucking leave! Tell all your damn friends no candy here!” the home owner yelled at the child who lowered her sack, tilting her head as he glared down at her. However, she then raised her open sack once again.

“Trick or Treat!” she repeated in a cheery tone, making the man’s frown deepen as he even grit his teeth.

“I said no fucking candy!”

“Well, I’ve got some for ya mofo!” came a voice from inside the house and before the man was able to turn around, he choked out a sound that turned into a gurgle. Right on his throat was the orange lollipop from before, digging deep as it had been stabbed into his neck before being ripped out. With that, the child in front of him saw as blood squirted out of his new wound as he attempted to gasp for air but only dropped to the ground as blood kept pouring out.

“I found some candy inside.”

“Great! You go get it and I drag the body inside.”

“Pfft, you sure?” the greaser gave a chuckle before he was given a look by the child, or at least he very well knew that since she was hiding beneath her large mask.

“Alexander Calamity.”

“Come on, just call me Alex. You know I hate that formality shizz.”

“Okay. Alex, please move your butt so we can go spook more people.~” the child giggled before Alexander gave a grin, his shades showing thumbs up as he saw her pick up the man’s limp body and drag him into the house as a trail of blood was left behind.

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“These decorations are pretty fly, but I bet I can make some better ones.” Alexander commented as he ate a candy bar. “Bet I can make some cooler lookin’ ones though.”

“Well with this stuff,” Ula lifted her burlap sack that now contained a few contents inside, the sack tinted crimson on a few spots. “I’m pretty sure we can make such great ones!”

The pair walked down the sidewalk once again, nearing the town square that was a lot more crowded than the neighborhoods they had been previously visiting.

“You could hang them in your front yard!”

“Yeah! And nobody will ever know what they really are.” Ula giggled as she peeked inside the sack, the contents being severed parts from their latest victim. Alexander had been given the honors to chop the guy up and it was clear that he had fun doing that, even taking everything out of his head that was displayed on his coffee table.

“I said no! I’m not buying it for you!”

“But, but, y-you promised…”

“Hold up!” Ula held up her hands which made Alexander stop walking, his shades now presenting questions marks as he watched her turn to the side where they heard some voices. He also turned to the side, noticing a mother and her son who was crying as he held onto a plastic containing a costume as they stood in front of a table and display with last minute costumes.

“It’s stupid just as Halloween is stupid. I am not buying you the damn costume!” she yelled at the boy before ripping the costume out of his hands and throwing it to the side, then roughly grabbing his wrist in attempt to drag him away from the stand.

“Alex?” Ula turned to the man who furrowed his eyebrows, still maintaining a grin however as he continued to watch the sight in the distance. “That boy’s not gonna be safe from the evil spirits lurking around tonight if he doesn’t get that costume.”

“Word.”

“Do you remember rule number two?”

“Always wear a costume.” Alexander looked down at Ula who gave a nod, both whipping around as they heard a smack.

They looked at the child who now held his cheek that slowly became a reddish hue, tears threatening to pour out of his eyes.

“In this case, we also must enforce the rule of never hurting the innocent.” Ula stated with clenched fists at her sides. “So, I’ll take the boy and you the mom.”

“Aiight. D̴̹̉̍͒́͑̃̚͠͝o̸͈͕̞̹̼̮͙̿p̶̢̼̟̫͎̐̕ȅ̷̙̟̏̾͝.̷̧̟̖͉̹͖͗̔͗̎͜͝.” Alexander’s grin seemed to grow before he and Ula parted ways.

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“Now I want you to shut up and not mention this again. Besides, it’s too damn late to be buying costumes, especially such a ridiculous one.”

The mother from before continued to drag her son through town, a clear frown on her features as she heard the child behind her sob.

“Stop crying or I’ll give you a reason to.” she hissed back at him, turning to look at him before she stopped walking in complete surprise. Her hand was not clasped around her son’s wrist but rather…a chocolate bar. How did she not realize such a switch?

“Where did you run off to!?” she yelled out as she turned, barely realizing that she was in an alley that, despite the daylight, seemed to be rather dark. “Come out now! You very well know I’m not in the mood for these games!”

“I wanna play a game though.” she heard somebody speak behind her, so she turned around before her eyes landed on a man dressed as a greaser.

“Who the hell are you!?” she yelled at him as he could only grin at her with such a sinister demeanor. “Where is my son?”

“Not sure you can call someone your k̵̡͙̹̹̞͂̒̇͜ḭ̴̧̢̭̦̱̥̪̩̭͋̐̌̃̈̚͝͝d̶̞̙̜̎͊̀̚̚͝ if you treat them the way you do.”

“Shut the hell up and tell me what you did with him!”

“Don’t worry about it,c̴̢̡̻̝̘͐̚h̶̳̳͕̦̭̪͑̔̽̂͛i̷̧͙̹͒̾̽͆̀̇͠c̵̢̙̮̐̓̓͋͂͋̅ă̸̼̝̔͆̽̑̐͋̊͌͝. My little homie’s taking care of him.” the woman heard as the man pulled his arms from behind him, revealing the very same costume her son had oh so desired. “Meanwhile…

Ī̵̧̈'̸̢̘͒́l̴̛̹̫̳͇̹̥͓͛̐͛̋l̷̛͔̗͚̆̈̃̂́̐̾̕͝ ̶͎̫̠̳̣͔͂͊́̍͂͐̈́̿h̸̡̟͕͓̎ḛ̶͍̾̓͌̈̀̑͊͐͗l̸͙͉͙̞̹͐̅͆̋͆͋͐̄̈́ͅp̴̦͍͉̰̃͂̾̎̾̆̿̈́̀̈́͜͜ ̷̭͖͔͍̰͉͖̌̎̔̊͆͋̆̌͌͝ỵ̸̠͇͇̃̓̋̒̓̈́͛͒̚͝o̸̝͇̟̤̓̅̋͌ự̴̥̦̇̌̏̕ ̶̡͓̠̭̥̬̬̓̈́w̴̩̗̖̝͙̥̖̭͈͕̾̿̽̿i̷̮̭̯͔͋̈̿̈́̚̕t̴̨̢̘͉̺̮̜̮̫̮͛͒̂̒̏̈́̒͠h̶̡̬̎ ̶̧̡̛̤͎͆͑̐̈́͋͗̒y̷̢̺̹͎͙̣̗̖̝̱͊̇̚ò̵̧̰̲̮͈̩͙̹ủ̸̝̭͍̝͈̲̆̆̊͋͊̾̏͋͗r̶̆̍̏̒́̈́͋͆̋̏͜ ̸̨̢̰͙̲̱͖̻͎̇̉̋̉c̷̡̛̠̯̥̭̼̈́̑̂̃̎́̽̚ợ̴̡̦̗̖̠̹͎̔͝s̴̡̨͇͍̩̜̻̳͎͓̓̏̄̉̿̔͂͠t̷̮͉̺̣̦̘͓̥̀̐̎u̴̫̮͑̿̈́̀̓̕͝m̶̥͐̒́̿͒͝e̷̡̨̖̱͍͍͚̣͖͋̇͒͒͜.̸̡̹͇̟͇̝͍̻̂͑́͛̊̋́̊̚͜   ‘’

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After a long night of trick or treating, everybody had soon parted ways and gone home.

Well, mostly everybody.

Just like on very many nights, the window to the bedroom belonging to Ula now slid open ever so carefully. Soon, a burlap sack was dropped down onto the ground outside, falling onto the cool grass below. Then, a foot and leg popped out before being followed by another and then the body they were connected to.

Ula now hopped down onto the grass beside her empty sack, then picking it up as her other hand went up to her mask, adjusting it to then scan the area around her.

“Yo, yo there cool cat.~”

Ula turned around and was slightly startled as she now saw Alexander, still in costume of course, standing behind her.

“Alex!”

“Wassup!” Alexander crouched down to be closer to Ula’s height as they smiled at each other. “What ya got planned now?”

“We must observe all those who are still awake.” Ula whispered before motioning to her bag. “Emptied it out so we can get some pumpkins and possibly candies. Or just some other kind of snacks.”

“Sweet!~” Alexander nodded before standing straight, walking away with Ula as the two giggled to themselves.

They walked around the neighborhood, Ula placing a hand on a plethora of pumpkins who’s lights had gone out. However, she was glad to say that it was but a mere wind that blew out the lights, so that was something that was easily fixed. However, she soon came across a pumpkin that made her stop in her tracks.

“Now that’s shady.” Alexander crouched to touch the pumpkin they found on the ground, completely smashed into several pieces with its seeds and inside spread all out. He reached a hand down to touch it, grabbing a seed before noticing that the rest of the seeds and inside made a trail. In fact, he could easily make out a trail of footsteps which made him grin, his eyes flashing with scary pumpkin faces.

“These pumps got a brutal beating.”

“I know…” Ula mumbled out before Alexander noticed that both her fists were tightly clenched as she shook with clear anger, but he could also sense a tint of sadness in her.

“Hey, let’s give those mofos a taste of their own medicine.” he nudged Ula who gave a nod, walking behind him as he already knew where the culprits were. Soon enough, Alexander found them, a group of young adults who walked down a sidewalk. Their shoes were dirtied with pumpkin remains just as the bats they carried were.

“You wanna sit this one out?” Alexander turned to Ula who gave a soft nod, so he gently pat her head before accepting the burlap sack she now handed over to him. He then cracked his knuckles and even other parts of his body, then heading towards the group as he adjusted his shades that flashes with X’s, his grin still on his features.

“Yo! What’s the dillio around here my dudes?” Alexander asked the group who now stopped walking, turning to him in confusion as he now stood in front of them with his hands on his hips.

“The fuck are you?”

“Just your local cool dude, watching the streets.” he shrugged before pointing to their bats. “What’cha using those for?”

“Smashing pumpkins.” another of the members replied. 

“You’re not one of those who gets sentimental about that, are you?” one asked Alexander before he gave a shrug.

“Maybe. But I do know that you f̷̺̎̍̈́͂̑̃̉̋̕ǫ̶͓̟͖̈́̿̏̈́̌͒͠ơ̵͍̫̅̍͐͂̈́̓̕͘l̵͖͔̞̖̔͐͘͜s̴̡̧̬͔͚̪̰̗͊͌̏ ain’t following certain rules.”

“Rules?”

“Yeah! Never heard of ‘em, huh? Well, let me teach you some.” Alexander gave a nod, right before from his back sprouted a few tentacles but that the group watch him with wide eyes. “Rule number three of Halloween:

ņ̸̟̝͖͙͕̝̫̓̽̄̕e̵̢̫͍̞̠͖̭̜͚̾͊͜v̶͚͛͐̑̅͂e̵̢͈̮͖̹̓͗͂ŗ̸̳͈̟̮͈̝́̃̚͠ ̷̫̺͇̖̮̌͐͘ͅͅb̸̢̬̩͍̟͕̄̌̔͂̀̈́̑̀̕͠ͅl̴̬͚̤̘̓̐̃̓ǫ̴͒̋́͝w̶̨̤͉̣̝̜̲̪̬̎͊̀̔̎̕ ̵̗͖͉̟̝͓̰̣͝o̶̧͚̼̫̤͖̪̬̜̊̌͘͝͠ͅu̷̧̗̩͖͍͂̓t̵̢̬̝̬͇̣̻̱̓̈́͒͐͋ ̷̨̜͇͓͇͇̘̈́͝a̴̼̱̼̭͚͙͛̒̾̚ ̵̢̪̗͓͓̖̇̾̓̀͌͜͝ͅj̵̨̧̥̼͓̭̪́̅̈́͊̎̌͝ȃ̵̝̣̹̃́̿̏c̵̨̨̲͙̪̺̬̺̮͑͒̑͌̕k̸̦̀̈́̔͜͝ ̴͙̎̕̚ơ̷̝͈̏͝’̴͎̔͆̿̐͌̊̌͝l̴̨̞̳͔̻͌͐̾̽̀͆̅͗̕͜ȃ̴̝̪̰̥͚͔̺̖̫̕n̷͙͈̠̣̩̈́̓͒t̶̲͎͎͎̲̞̣̅̎̉e̶̢͙͔̦̠̾̾͆̅̍͋́͘r̴̨̡͚͎̱̲̦̫̃̔͆̐ͅṅ̷̛̞̈́̈́͑͂̍́̚͝ ̷̧̛͖͉̼̜̤̺̈́̎̎̌̾̓ḃ̸̗̥̖̤̂ͅȩ̷̖̖̦̞͇̠̹̭̂̓͆͠f̵͔̊̆͆o̵̡̜͙̦͕͇̜͚̭̓̽́̈́͌̀̈́ͅr̵̨̈́̓̀̋̔̏̾̑͝͝e̶̜̜̟̠͕͗̽́̑̍̈̏̈̕͝ ̴̢̞̲̫͓̭͋m̸̠̦͔̭̜̀̌̐͋͋̿̇͆ḭ̵̝̰͎̺̖̹̟̲̌̒̒̈́̑͑͘͠ͅḍ̷̖̯̗̫̥͊̀̃͑̈́͒̾̒n̶̨͓̪͈̩̮̟̭͍̚͜i̴̧̧̧̤̳̼͇͂͐́̊͂̀͐̔g̵̥͍̠͛̅h̴͍̅̓̿͌͋̄̓̃̔̀ṭ̵̟̃̋̿̕.̵̛͉͎͔̥͇̭̇̑̂̄̂͒̆̉ .

Especially if you’re gonna smash it.”

Before any of them could react, a gasp was heard as a tentacle went right through one of the members, the others now gasping in terror as the tentacle was retrieved. Their eyes followed it and landed on Alexander again as he gave a laugh.

“I̸̡̱̟͐͛͂̈́́͑̀̈́͆ț̸̛͎̘̦̜̳̹̿͌̽̄̉̊͝͝'̷̛̬͖͎̀̍̍̈́͘͝͠͠ş̶̟͉̰̾́͋͘͝͝ ̴̧̘̻̻̈́͊̈́̓̂͛̍͐̐̕g̵̲̩̝͓̩̻̟̞̹͋̀͌̌̍o̸̼͍͂̂́ͅ ̸͖̎̀͋̚t̷̩͎̭̽̄̐̄̑͆i̷̳̓́m̴̛̞̳̭͙̓̀̆̾͑e̷̟͓̖̺̫̻͓̒̌͂͛̊̉̾!̷̨̙͕͚̙̩̺͓̪̔͂̒̿̍̃́̈̂”

“Fuck this!” one of the members shouted out, then running in the opposite direction as the others followed suit, yet they were all brought to the ground as they felt something wrap around their ankles. They realized that tentacles held onto each one of them, dragging them back towards Alexander which filled them all with panic.

“Not time to bounce just yet.~” Alexander then reached down as a bat was swung right at him. “Wrong move.”

In an instant, Alexander snapped the bat in half before discarding of it to the side, then grabbing onto the arm that originally held onto the bat to give it the same treatment. Bones cracked loudly as screams and sobs followed, Alexander only laughing to himself.

“But wait! This isn’t all I’m gonna do!~” he announced before breaking a few more arms and then legs, his tentacles releasing everybody who now had no chance of escaping. “I wanna s̸̢͍̥͉͕̙͓̊̐̈́́͋̇̾̓͘m̴͈̣̯͈͖͋̓̍͂̈́̀͘͜͝à̶̯̮̩͈͙̠͉̞s̷͂̾̊̾̿͊́̓̕̕͜ḩ̸̦̘̗͇̈́́̀͝ͅ some pumpkins too!”

One of the members watched as Alexander approached them, giving a blood curdling shriek as his foot came down to their face, smashing their entire head as Alexander sadistically smiled at all of them. Then another scream followed as he smashed another head, and then another, realizing that blood had splattered onto his shoes as well as the bottom of his jeans.

“My bad, did I make it seem like I forgot about you?” Alexander leaned down, dangerously close as he hovered over one of the remaining members. “Don’t worry, I can fix that b̷͔̺̤̮̙̯̱͗̇͂ͅͅṷ̸̡̘̘̠͙̮͈̖̅̋̓̆̀̕͜͝͠ḑ̵͙͈̭̻̯̰̎̿̐̉͌̄̕. “

He reached down to the person’s neck, squeezing tightly before ripping it all out. Alexander now held a spine and head as he looked down at the survivors who attempted to crawl away, though moving even the slightest bit proved to be a rather difficult task.

“P-please! Stop!”

“We’re s-s-sorry!”

“Talk to the hand dudes.” Alexander reached down yet again, his hand, or in fact claw, jabbing right into a face before he pulled out whatever he could, dropping it on the ground. To finish off, Alexander jumped into the air before smashing the remaining heads, laughing to himself before eventually landing on the sidewalk with a pleased sigh.

“Hey tiny!” Alexander called out before he saw his masked friend approach him. “How was that?”

“Perfect!” Ula gave him a thumbs up before Alexander presented her the spine and head. 

“How’s about we keep some of these as souveniers?”

“Yeah! And we make this head into a pumpkin.”

“Like the way you think homie.”

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“Is this it?”

“Yeup!”

Ula and Alexander now stood before a house, one that seemed to be the slightest bit off. They stared at it for a while before Ula took the lead, walking down the path and up the doorsteps, peeking in through a window to see a man. He was sitting on a couch with a bowl of candies beside him, casually eating every single one as evert wrapper was dropped on the ground.

“What’cha see?” Alexander now stood behind Ula as he peeked into the window as well, shades flashing images of candies.

“A nasty old man.”

“Word.” he nodded before they looked at each other, Ula then presenting yet another orange lollipop before she and Alexander gave each other sinister grins.

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Flipping through the channels of his old television, the man gave a yawn before reaching into his candy bowl once again. He set down his remote control to open one of the wrappers, never realizing as a tentacle reached in and carefully took his bowl. Before the man could reach into the bowl again, a hand placed another bowl, practically identical to the first.

The man popped the candy into his mouth before throwing the trash on the floor, once again reaching into his candy bowl. He repeated his actions from before, popping in the next candy into his mouth and biting into what was a chocolate. However, he then scrunched up his nose and spit the candy out, standing up in disgust as he glared down at the sweet.

“What the fuck!?” he yelled while wiping his mouth, then rushing into his kitchen to turn on the sink, washing his mouth with water as fast as possible. “Ugh, what the fuck….how the hell did I…”

He pondered to himself as spat out just a few more times, wiping his lips again as he had tasted what he had included in a few of the candies he meant to pass out but unfortunately had leftover. So, he approached his couch and grabbed the bowl, taking a sniff of the candies before turning his nose again.

He shook his head and walked towards his kitchen again, never realizing that something crawled on the ceiling above him, following him everywhere he went. The man opened his trash bin before throwing the candies inside, then turning around to see as his television switched channels by itself.

“What the…” he furrowed his eyebrows, then stepping towards it as he figured it was a mere malfunction for his television was old. On the screen were images of costumed children, all chanting trick or treat which made him give a snicker. However, his smirk faltered after having heard a giggle…and right above him.

Ever so slowly yet apprehensively, the man turned his head to look up before his mouth opened as he attempted to let out some sort of sound, but he was too shocked to do so. However, he then managed to give a scream as the figure above him dropped down and clasped onto his head from behind, claws digging right in.

“What the fuck what the fuck! Get off!” the man yelled as he felt the small figure scratching him all over, also holding on very tightly as their legs were wrapped around him. “Get off you bitch!”

The man then took hold of the small one, gripping on tightly to throw them off of him and onto the wall where a loud thump sounded. 

He panted to himself before rushing towards the orange figure, his intentions being to fight as it was now down and hurt, but his intentions were interrupted when he felt his robe be grabbed and tugged back harashly.

“That wasn’t very n̷̡̪̦̪̬̼͈͍͓̓̀͑̏̃̑̈į̸̢̨̨̮̳͇̟̣͇̈́̏̅̈́͒c̴̱̯̠͇̻͍̫̰̥̺̉̈́͋̀̑́̓̅̾̕ẹ̶̺͇̉͜  of you my dude.” he heard as he was thrown onto the ground, then looking up to see Alexander who gave him a devilish grin. “Can’t go around hurting kids like that, not cool.”

“What the fuck do you want from me!?”

“Not much, just wanted to give you a reminder is all.”

“R-reminder!?”

“Yeah, or more like a message to other asses like you.” Alexander gave the man a pat on the head. “And to all those who come by to cribs like this one, always check your candy.~”

The man gave out a gasp as he felt Alexander dig his claws right into his abdomen, digging around as he never looked away from the man.

“Let’s see, what do we have here?” Alexander tilted his head before pulling out intestines that made the man’s breathing worsen as well as quicken with pants. “I can tell there’s lots of candies in here. Hey, come check these out.”

Despite the shock and pain, the man saw as the figure from before stood up from the ground they had been slumped against. They approached him and Alexander, little legs bending to get a closer look of the gorey sight.

“There’s a lot of candy in there.” Ula’s voice was heard before her claw dug into the man as well, making him scream again before coughing out blood. “Some might have poison, good thing we’re checking them.”

“Yeah. I say we keep on checking.” Alexander nodded before reaching into his pocket, pulling out a chocolate bar that he unwrapped to reveal a piece of chocolate with a blade dug into it. Right then, Ula presented her bitten lollipop as well before she and Alexander turned to the man with fiendish smiles.

“Don’t worry.” Ula whispered. “We’ll go slow and make sure we see every piece.”

And for the rest of the night, as a plethora of people peacefully slumbered, screams were heard all around like the wonderful chanting of trick or treaters.

[oldladydatin]

Stick your tongue out for me.

My cousin messages me,

Her: Do you like black men?

Me: I love black men but I’ve dated all 5 of them here.

Her: girl I know black men, let me set you up with someone.

Me: ahhhhhh 🤔

Her: I know someone who’s perfect for you! He’s a total sweetheart and he’s always asking where my single friends are?

Me: is he gonna freak out if he finds out I step on men’s balls in heels for fun?

Her: nah he’d probably laugh.

So I agreed to this. I asked does he have a car, a job, does he do drugs, does he have felonies and what’s he looking for. Dating has given me paranoia about these things. I already know he smokes weed because he knows my cousin. I’m 420 friendly in that I don’t want to be around it but you do whatever you want to do. She says “girl you know I wouldn’t hook you up with no bum.” Okay. So she gives this guy my number and then he asks for a picture and she sends him a picture I took on New Year’s Eve last year. He texts me. He makes it clear he doesn’t want a text buddy, he’s a southern gentleman and he’s old fashioned. I’m good with that, I prefer old fashioned men. He sends me a few pictures and he has a nice body, he’s kind of cute. Then he tells me he lost his job Friday and he worked for an apartment complex so he also lost his place and he’s living in a hotel room. That he’s a couple interviews lined up. I’m trying not to be judgemental but, he has no job and no place. Then he calls me and we talk for awhile. He tells me he wants me to send him a picture before I go to bed and I’m say you know today was a lazy day, I’m in my pjs and I haven’t showered or done my make up or anything. He tells me he loves to see a women looking natural, the rest is desert in his book, but he just wanted to see me. So I sent him a picture of me before bed and he responds beautiful. We talk off and on the next few days, and I agree to meet him.

The day comes and I get up and get dressed and he texts good morning and I tell him I’m up and getting ready then he calls me. So I ask him what time and where. He started going on this tangent about how his cars broken and he needs to go to the library to look for a job. I’m thinking oh hell now he doesn’t have a car? I immediately don’t want to go. To me him listing off that he needs to go to the library and apply for jobs and he needed to work on his car was him backing out? He suddenly gets pissed off and is like you know I’ve helped all these people and now that I need help people want to treat me like I’m a pos. So apparently this tangent is him asking for help? I’m thoroughly confused by this. I ask what do you need? You need a ride to the library? He says that’s helpful. I say okay I’ll come pick you up. So I go get him and take him to the library and I wait for him to get out of my car, he goes what you’re not coming in? I said no why would I want to come in? He said well you gonna wait for me? How long is it going to take to apply for a job? He tells me he’s just updating his resume it should only take a few minutes. I’m regretting this whole thing more and more as this goes on, I am way too nice and I know that. So I go in and grab a free health newsletter and I sit and read while he does his thing. I took him to lunch because it was 1 pm by the time he’s done and I was starving and I knew he didn’t have money. I told him to order a beer because he wanted to go to the liquor store to buy beer to relax because he was essentially panicking in a cycle. I go to drop him back off and he’s insisting I go in.

I go in he puts on a movie and we’re sitting on the bed and he’s says come lay with me. He started kissing me and then just randomly he pulls his dick out? I really didn’t know what to do or say? But he laid there and played with it and it was impressive. All I could think about was my cousin saying she was pretty sure he was good in bed because girls go crazy after they have sex with him. I thought I don’t think I’ve ever experienced that, and I wonder if he’s really THAT good in bed. So I participated in playing with this big dick he had out, don’t judge me I’m just a horny girl. He was extremely good in bed, with his dick, his fingers, his tongue, all of it. We did this for hours. I have probably an unhealthy fetish (probably several), I love to be choked and he had no issues with that at all, he was extremely dominant in bed. So for me this was amazing sex. We get to a point where he’s ready to finish and I’m exhausted so I’m good with that. He keeps shoving his fingers in my mouth. Sometimes down my throat, sometimes it’s like he’s trying to grab my teeth, and occasionally he’s like petting my tongue. I’m thinking that’s odd but the men I date are odd I swear. Finally he says stick your tongue out. Um really? He says again stick your tongue out, so I do and he grabs it and with in a minute he finishes. I thought this was odd but I was too tired to question it. So I just fell asleep on his chest.

I wake up and I’m trying to decide the most polite way to say hey “thanks for the amazing sex but I have to go now” when he grabs me and we start this whole thing again. I’m thinking there is no way! I was already so tired and sore from the last two hours! But who is going to pass up amazing sex! So we are going at it again when he grabs my throat with both hands, which again is a fetish of mine as he knew so this ok. My fingers and toes started getting tingly and I’m not sure what exactly is going on. I realize I’m needing to breath and I go to grab his hand when suddenly I’m calmly laying on his chest again. I’m just giggling and we’re having this funny conversation but I realize I don’t know about what. Then I hear hey are you okay? Hey? You okay? Hey! Then I realize he’s slapping my face and it takes a second for me to look around and realize I’m not laying on his chest at all! I completely blacked out. He kind of just lays down next me and holds me and keeps asking if I’m ok and kissing me. We were both surprisingly calm, I actually felt a little gitty even if it was due to lack of oxygen to my brain. So we finish and again he asked me to stick my tongue out and grabs it and finishes. It’s super weird, but I get dressed and hug and kiss him and go home.

That night he texts me what are you doing tomorrow? I said hanging out with my kids. He asks me to come over again, I’m like if I find time? But I found time when my kids went to bed. We see each other for the next few days and everytime with this tongue thing? So I asked him do you have a tongue or oral fetish? He acts all offended like what no? Then he starts laughing and says an oral fetish? So I try to normalize it by saying I’ve met people with dental fetishes? Which I have, I’ve received messages from a man who asked things like if I ever had braces or how many fillings I had. So he gets all serious and says no I just get off on feeling how you are vibing? I have no idea what he means by that. I’ve been wondering if it’s because I make so much noise when we’re together? I just decided as long as he brings it like that every time he can hold my tongue when he wants, maybe it’s strange but I barely noticed by day four.

There’s been no more black out incidents. But finally he said he had to leave the hotel and he had nowhere to stay. You guys for a split second I considered offering him a place to stay, I really really did! I’m just a genuinely caring and giving person but I was also thinking nooooo you can’t be homeless I was having so much fun, and so so many orgasms! I didn’t cause realistically I’m a single mom and he’s some guy I’ve only known for two weeks and I don’t want to take care of another man. Why does good dick always come with drama? That’s messed up isn’t it?

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 031: Just How Many Kids Am I Gonna Have to Adopt

Previously on BnHA: Bakugou went on a roaring rampage of revenge. The once-mighty class B ate some humble pie and got shut out of the finals. Tokoyami was the fucking MVP and kept Team Deku’s hopes alive at the last second. Todoroki used his Arm That Reminds Him of His Dad Who He Hates for a half second and had instant angst. He, Deku, Baku, and the mind control guy with purple hair advanced to the final round along with their teammates. Todo and Deku went off to have a private chitchat while their dads met up in a random hallway.

Today on BnHA: Todoroki thinks All Might is Deku’s dad (but is he wrong?). He then tells Deku all about his dad, who is terrible. And his childhood, which is also terrible. And his scar, which, you guessed it -- terrible. All Might and Endeavor have their own separate conversation during which Endeavor is, wait for it... terrible. Deku has no idea how to respond to any of this, so he affectionately declares war. Bakugou listens in on the whole thing because of course he does. I basically lose all of my shit and then some and I’m not gonna pretend like I didn’t.

(As always, all comments not marked with an ETA are my unspoiled reactions from my first readthrough of this chapter. I’ve read up through chapter 68 now, so any ETAs will reflect that. Although there is one ETA here that was written the day after I read the chapter and is noted as such.)

well hello there Todoroki! are you about to become my third adopted son from this series, because it’s getting a bit crowded tbh. but you’re all good boys, so. it’s hard to say no to you

finally some more info about this guy!

his mouth is relatively ill-mannered? I haven’t gotten that vibe from him

(ETA: and I still haven’t? like is he using the wrong kind of keigo or something and I just never noticed or what)

Todoroki’s burn scar: dot dot dot. except that this is one of the few things I think I might have accidentally spoiled myself for, because there was a gif making the rounds a while back that I happened to see accidentally. which is my own damn fault, and it’s not like it’s other people’s job to keep me from getting spoiled. if anything this taught me to take extra care now that I’m at the point where I know and recognize the majority of the cast, and am thus more potentially spoiler-literate than I was before

anyway

(ETA: haha so let me just explain here. I actually was not spoiled, but I thought I was. what happened was that I saw a gif of Todoroki lying on the ground and then his flames slowly ignited, starting from around his left eye right where his scar is, and then expanding to cover the scar. and I thought, oh, that must be what happened originally before he learned to control it! hence, burn scar! little did I know that was not the case at all and that the actual story was so. much. worse. omg. but the whole thing really set me up to be properly shocked, so.)

he apparently is another one who’s not immune to his own abilities! he has to use his left side to regulate the temperature changes from the right so he doesn’t give himself frostbite or anything like that

“if he uses his left side for too long”... yeah I’m pretty sure I did spoil myself there lmao. we’ll see, I guess

IZUKU: “you wanted to talk?” TODOROKI: [GLARES]

well this is off to a smashing good start

there goes Deku comparing everyone and everything to Kacchan once again! Todoroki apparently has “a much colder sort of intimidation”

“you overwhelmed me. so much that I broke my own pledge.” it’s kind of a stupid pledge, honestly, Todo

whoa hold up

did this kid just fucking put two and two together and actually come up with four

“I felt the same pressure coming from you.” hahaha! you don’t say! :’D

WOW he’s SO DAMN CLOSE

I’m pretty sure he’s not! he supposedly does have an actual bio dad somewhere out there, but we’ve never seen him and he doesn’t seem to be around! but!! aside from that, All Might did pass down his quirk and he has adopted him now, so! I’m gonna give him close to full marks for accuracy!

motherfucker, Deku is going off on some meandering rant of denial and it’s possibly the least convincing thing I’ve ever seen

lol Deku. at this point maybe just shut up

now he’s asking why Todoroki thought that. well I guess it must be because he himself is the son of a famous hero, right?

oh shit

yeah, come to think, it really does imply the existence of a “but” there, huh

now he’s telling Izu that his dad is Endeavor. would Izuku have already known that, what with the degree to which he tends to stalk his favorite heroes? the number two hero having a son his own age definitely seems like the type of factoid he would have made a note of

“all the more reason for me to crush you.” boys, no. :( why are all of my sons so antagonistic toward each other

cut to All Might and Endeavor!

All Might is being super nice so naturally Endeavor basically tells him to shove it!

hey, Endeavor! get fucked!!

DAMMIT ALL MIGHT STOP MAKING ME LOVE YOU EVEN MORE

he’s talking about how Todoroki (or “little Shouto” as he calls him... what was the Japanese equivalent? don’t tell me it was Shouto-chan) (ETA: nope, just the same -shounen suffix he uses for all of his kids) won the round even without using his left side, and says that “someone has been raising him well”

are you guys going to have a battle of who is the best dad

?! All Might is asking him for tips on how to dad?

All Might, maybe he’s not the best guy to ask? unless you’re going for a “how to make your son hate your guts” thing here

oh. whoa. hold the fuck up

[PULLS THE CAR AROUND!!] I’VE MADE UP MY MIND, SHOUTO, YOU’RE ADOPTED. HERE, YOU CAN PUT ALL YOUR THINGS IN THE TRUNK, AND I’VE BROUGHT YOU A TEDDY BEAR. TAKE IT EASY, KID, EVERYTHING’S GOING TO BE ALL RIGHT

ENDEAVOR YOU ARE ALSO CANCELLED. I’M SERVING YOU PAPERS. BY THE WAY, I HATE THAT STUPID MUSTACHE

All Might is all, “wut”

lmao I just realized he basically went up to Endeavor and was like “can you give me some advice” and Endeavor’s response was basically, “FUCK YOU!! NO!!! I HATE YOU!! ALSO!!!! MY SON WILL BE BETTER THAN YOU AND THAT’S THE ONLY REASON I HAVE A SON IN THE FIRST PLACE!!!”

and he said all of this while being, just... on fire. just all over the fucking place

what a weird conversation, is my point

he says Todoroki is a “rebellious little brat”, but that he’ll make him surpass All Might

wowwwwwwwwwww. CANCELLED. SO FUCKING CANCELLED

back to Shouto! Shouto we’re on a first name basis now

his dad basically embodies the worst of all this pro hero crap. the complete antithesis of All Might

All Might. bud, hold up. we need to sit down and discuss. there are three of them now, All Might. we need to do everything we can to make sure that none of these impressionable young kids ends up going down the wrong path and ending up like this salty fuck. I apologize for my language, All Might, but this is serious stuff. I know Katsuki is pretty rambunctious, but he has a good heart underneath it all, I’m sure of it. Deku is a good influence on him. now, I don’t know what kind of emotional damage this new one has been dealt, but he seems all right so far, so we just need to make sure he stays on track and makes some good friends, and is doing all this because he wants to be, and not because his POS father tells him it’s what he’s supposed to do

-- oh sorry guys I went off track there

so anyway, Shouto is telling Deku all about his horrible dad who wanted to be better than All Might but wasn’t better than All Might (AND HE COULD NEVER!!!!)

so he “came up with another plan.” oh honey ;_;

Deku apparently doesn’t have any idea why Shouto is telling him all this, because he’s still relatively new to this shounen protagonist stuff, and it’s his first tragic backstory. hush and just listen for a sec, Deku

“quirk marriages” fucking shit we’re really getting into fucking eugenics now. that got real heavy real fast

so basically Shouto’s dad forced his mom’s family to agree to marry their daughter to him. WOW. WOW

now Deku has shut up and looks properly horrified

I’m glad he understands that his father is a total piece of shit, though. like, good. good fucking show, Shouto, you keep it up

“as I remember it, mom was always crying...” ;_;

-- WHAT

WHAT.

DEKU. YOU AND ME ARE TWO OF A KIND HERE

FUCKING WHAT. SO YOU’RE TELLING ME BOTH PARENTS WERE ABUSIVE. DAD IS A NARCISSISTIC ASSHOLE WHILE MOM TOOK HER OWN HORRIFICALLY SHITTY SITUATION OUT ON HER FUCKING CHILD, WHICH IS NOT FUCKING OKAY NO MATTER WHAT THE CIRCUMSTANCES, AND ABUSED HIM EMOTIONALLY AND PHYSICALLY. HOLY FUCKING SHIT

I APPARENTLY WAS NOT, IN FACT, SPOILED BY THAT GIF, THANK GOODNESS

YEAH THIS CAME TOTALLY OUT OF LEFT FUCKING FIELD FOR ME TBH

SHIT

poor Deku really does look so shaken up all of a sudden. like, he has the best mom in the world, who loves him so much even without him having a quirk (as far as she knows). and then along comes this cool kid who seems to have it all, but in fact his home life was horrific and abusive, and he just came up and told Deku all of this out of the blue lol, and I say lol, but I’m not actually lol, you guys, I’m so not lol

okay. okay, dude, I get it. but! I still think that if you were to go ahead and use it, it would still be fine, because in the end you are not him, you’re not his tool, you are you, and you can go ahead and be as incredible of a hero as you want, and it’ll be in spite of Endeavor and certainly not because of him

(ETA: this is basically exactly what Deku ended up telling him. only I bet you I could have done it without dramatically ripping every fucking limb in my body to shreds. but hey, you know, shounens gonna shounen)

does U.A. have counseling. aside from All Might, who to be fair does try his best. but like, real counseling

because if not, they should. have counseling

-- !!!!!!!!!!!!

[AUDIBLE GASPING SOUNDS, I LITERALLY GASPED IN REAL LIFE???!!!!]

KATSUKI OH MY GOD. SURE, GET IN ON THIS. OF COURSE YOU WERE LISTENING, NO FUCKING WAY DEKU AND TODOROKI GO OFF ON THEIR OWN AND YOU DON’T NOTICE AND SLINK OFF TO FOLLOW THEM AND EAVESDROP. BUT I BET YOU WEREN’T EXPECTING THAT, WERE YOU

ARE YOU HAVING FEELINGS OF EMPATHY?? I HOPE TO GOD THIS IS HELPING YOU WITH YOUR EMPATHY MY ANGRY SON

LESSON ONE: DON’T BE LIKE ENDEAVOR!!

LESSON TWO: JUST BECAUSE YOU’RE COOL AND STRONG AND POWERFUL DOESN’T MEAN YOUR LIFE IS AUTOMATICALLY GONNA BE GREAT

LESSON THREE: I’M JUST CURIOUS, WERE YOU LISTENING IN ON THE “IS ALL MIGHT YOUR DAD” PART OF IT TOO?????

OH MY GOD

[shaking out hands to dispel all of my crazy excited nervous energy] oh my god. deep breath. okay

s-sigh. okay, Deku. now you have to say something, okay? don’t think about it too much, just. say something back to him, dude

oh shit Shouto’s walking off now. DEKU YOU DIDN’T SAY ANYTHING!!!!

also!! Shouto mentioned the All Might connection again, so even if Katsuki hadn’t heard him the first time, he definitely heard him now

ugh I’m SO FUCKING DYING TO KNOW just how much Kacchan has actually put together when it comes to the “Deku received his powers from All Might” thing and it drives me fucking crazy and I’m pretty sure I’m not going to get answers any fucking time soon. this manga has been good to me so far, but not that good

(ETA: this is a next day ETA! like, just to be clear, I haven’t read any additional chapters yet. but I was thinking on this some more, and basically I’ve come to the conclusion that Katsuki must know. the thing is, I keep forgetting just how insanely thorough Horikoshi is when it comes to his attention to detail. and I just can’t see him going out of his way to show Katsuki within earshot of a conversation like this, twice (here and on the bus to USJ), and not have that lead up to anything. yes, Katsuki has shown himself to be fairly oblivious to a lot of the goings-on surrounding him if it doesn’t involve him directly. but we’ve also seen that he absolutely does pay attention if the matter involves Deku. and he showed during the fight with Kurogiri and the rest that he’s definitely clever enough to pick up on subtle clues and connect the dots. and the thing is, the thing with Deku getting his power from All Might is not subtle at all. it’s the most obvious fucking thing ever, so obvious that two of Deku’s other classmates have come close to figuring it all out even without any hints. and neither of them had Deku literally come up to them and say “I got my quirk from someone else, but I can’t say from who.” yeah, Bakugou didn’t seem to understand it at the time. but he’s had time to process it since, and I just can’t see any way he wouldn’t have made the connection by now. so until we’re shown otherwise, I’m going to operate under this assumption from now on.)

(ETA 2: as of chapter 68, this is still up in the air! so I stand by it! I’m putting it out there!)

-- DEKU IS SAYING SOMETHING!!!! DEKUUUUU

and he says he’ll repay everyone who helped him by becoming the best

“let me return your declaration of war with my own.” awww. “declaration of war” isn’t really the best description for it lol. not when it’s being done like this

;_;

a healing shounen bond of determination is born

meanwhile Kacchan’s still listening in but doesn’t say anything. last time he got upset because they were having a rivalry without him. I wonder if he’s gonna let them have this thing for themselves this time around

don’t worry Kacchan, no matter what happens you’ll always be Deku’s number one rival. seriously, no matter how many other people he goes around declaring war on, you’re the one that fucking inspires him and lights that crazy fire in him and spurs him on to do crazy things and be amazing. you and All Might. but he’s not in love with All Might

lunch break is over. I wonder if they ever got to eat lunch

lol I’m so checked out of the sports festival now. I just want these three to go get ice cream together and chill

apparently they prepared some sort of “recreational activity” for the kids that didn’t end up making it to the final

um. what

I’m hovering my hand over the “cancel” button once again, people. don’t make me do it

[REPEATEDLY SLAMS CANCEL BUTTON FURIOUSLY!!!!!]

...okay, we’re back to the actual plot now

YESSSS THIS IS WHAT I FUCKING HOPED FOR THE MOSTTT

I mean come on, you can’t have a fucking shounen tournament arc without a fucking tournament

wait a sec. I’m looking at these individual panels, and the only conclusion I can draw is that Aoyama and Ojiro were somehow on the purple haired guy’s team this entire time and I didn’t realize it?? how’d he manage that? (mind control. obviously.)

quick bold predictions: MY GIRL OCHAKO TAKES IT ALL. LET’S GOOOOOO

more seriously, Deku and Todoroki will obviously have to fight each other, most likely in the final. so Bakugou is probably out in the semi or quarterfinals. although I can’t picture him going up against Deku again this soon, and if the finale is going to be Deku and Shouto, having Baku fight Shouto first kind of takes away from that, I feel? so maybe he won’t make it to the semifinals either. in which case probably the purple haired guy will, along with... MY GIRL OCHAKO. DID YOU NOT HEAR ME EARLIER. LET’S DO THIS. PLEASE. SOB

(ETA: honestly this tournament ended up surprising me at every turn. what a fucking ride)

BONUS:

STEEL RYOHEI!

Tetsutetsu is actually a pretty easy name to remember, but I just like calling him Steel Ryohei so much because I feel like it’s so fucking accurate

this guy really likes spinach

[cowboypossume]

sdfghj I'm so sorry for coming back to this so late I am living in Tumblr bliss without checking my inbox but a) babe is totally fine I love that!! and my names aru (no a, you were close though!!)

yeah I'm like...halfway ash through the book? Simon snow needs a break but I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR YOUR OPINIONS EVEN IF THEY WEREN'T GOOD

AND SORRY FOR NOT RESPONDING TO YOUR DMs I'm really bad at messaging I'll try to get better!!!

hey hey don’t sweat about the dm thing ! the inbox is something i can learn to do :D !!! but ok you and spoilers throughout literally the entire and this is gonna be a lot and unedited (mostly) because BEHZYZTGZYSHSYHZUENEUSBS IM SO U P S E T

undeather the - - - - - - is when the spoilers stop

ok, ok, getting striaght to the point. it’s so horny. it’s so horny. and for W H A T ? WHAT THE FUCK WAS THE REASON FOR IT TOBE T H A T HORNY? AND EVEN THEN ALL OF THE SEX STUFF WAS SO V A U G E ? LIKE EVERY TIME SIMON AND BAZ WERE TOGETHER IT TYRNED INTO SEX AND YES OK AS AN ACE I G E T HOW MUCH SEX CAN COME UP, BUT LIKE, ENDYXHZYGSHSYZGE WHAT WAS THAT?? IT WASNT EVEN WELL WRITTEN! IT WAS JUST SIMON BEING LIKE “i want more but it’s not enough” AND LIKE NOT REALLY ELABORATING ?? AND THEN THEYD BE SHARING A CUTE MOMENT THEN *bam* HORNY AGAIN? OK ALSO AS FAR I KNOW RAINBOW ROWELLE IS A CIS HET STRAIGHT WOMEN .. BABE WE DONT NEED THAT MUCH SEX BETWEEN THE MLM RELATIONSHIP??? AND THEN WJEN THEY ACTUALLY KIND OF EVEN HAVE SEX ITS SO V A U G E (AGAIN!) ITS NOT UNTIL SEVERAL PAGES LATER I REALIZED THAT THAT TIME WAS ACTUALLY SEX VS ALL THE TIMES IT WASNT? I DIDNT LIKE IT !!

ok now that i’m done being upset about how fucking vague it was, i also didn’t like how it was used as a metaphor for simon wanting to actually try in a relationship? yes it’s important to try in relationships and compromise and try when you don’t want to, that’s important, obviously, but like ,, you’re allowed to have your own believes about sex. that doesn’t have to be the soul focus of your relationship. baz himself even admits that they “have bigger things to worry about”. there are ways to show growth in a relationship without sex, and even if you do, IT DOESNT NEED TO BE THAT VAUGE?? AND OFTEN? simon felt overwhelmed in those positions and then was like “ok lol i’m done with anxiety and just gonna try now and no more anxiety :)” it felt like to me? and then bam bow horny. ALSO. ITS NOW CANNONICAL SIMON HAS A BLOOD KINK ????

ALSO! THAT SCENE IN THE SEWER WAS BAZ BEING LIKE

“please fucking stop about asking me to drain you. i’m makes me so uncomfortable and scared and stop.”

and simon was like “but it’s hotttttt”. WHAT ?? BABE WE DONT HAVE TIME TO UNPACK ALL OF THAT.

WHICH BRINGS ME TO NEXT POINT: WHY? WHY THE FUCK DID SIMON GROWL??? W H A T?? WHAT THE FUCK?? WHAT THE FUCK WAS HIM G R OW L I N G WHEN HE SPOKE??

and ok something i didn’t fit in before was all the weird ways the kissing scenes were described? i’m from america so maybe it’s like a dialect thing i don’t understand, but constantly hearing “i shove my nose into his face” while they were kissing was so weird?? like shove, similar words i frankly don’t want to remember, we’re used all the time? and for what? hmmm??? what was that?????? i cant express to you how of a fever dream this book was?? but ohohoho i have more to unpack.

penny to me always felt like the token diversity friend when it wasn’t in her point of view (and even then pushing it) and so i didn’t love her character. but!! her and simon’s friendship was realistic. i could get behind that. HOWEVER. THIS BOOK TAKES THAT AWAY. SIMON once is like “give me space” and then she’s just like “ok” and i feel like their friendship never got repaired at the end? i stopped really paying attention because fucking shit i was so tired of the constant sex between baz and simon that i zoned out most of it so maybe it did but ,, i don’t think it did. i’m pretty sure she got with shepard and then he got with baz and then that was the end of the friendship because ✨ooooo we’re dating people✨ thing. which ,, isn’t how it happens??

and while we’re here: i didn’t like the penny and shepard ship but whatever it felt like it was inevitable like female x male loki so i was like “huh disappointed but not surprised” feeling when they kissed. if you like it, cool great (/gen), i didnt and that’s swaggy but, ok, the plot of shepard being engaged to a female demon who i think wants to fuck him in hell only to be resolved in like 2 pages of a monologue so penny and shepard can get together was ?? so WEIRD ??? like what was that ?? how did that develop their relationship? idk it was so weird.

but ok back to simon and penny, i kept reading and reading and reading on so i could maybe get to at least talk again and then,, they didn’t? they just didn’t. they never made up their friendship and i get that you lose friends along your life. believe me i’m the last person you have to drive that point home to. but,,,,, god i hated that their friendship ended. for WHAT REASON DID IT END?? simon said he needed space, penny respected that, got a boyfriend and simon did too, so no longer theyre friends? something i liked about this series was the group dynamic all of the books had. no matter who’s pov it was in you could tell who each character was because it was unqiue. you still could in this book so i’ll give credit where credit’s due. however THIS BOOK WAS LIKE 3 ENTIRELY DIFFERENT STORIES WITH NO CONECTJON REWLLY ?? WHICH IS FINE I JUST ,, didn’t get that in the first two books so ,,,, why is it here ?

and ok something else while i’m criticizing is: i don’t love her writing style. i didn’t like how in book one i got “here’s an introduction to my magical word told through past tense and memories and so hopefully you’re all caught up now” which i was willing to overlook because just because i don’t like the style means it bad. at least this book didn’t do that but idk didn’t love that aspect.

ok back to the three stories: i love agatha being a bisexual goat care taker. that’s it literally she should have been the main character. like deadass i loved her story so much. that’s it that’s all /pos.

ok but! simon finding his family was cool. i liked that he got that. the pacing of the scene where he finds out was a little rushed for me but, then again, based on my writing i can’t really critique on that so … liked it, enough. idk how to elaborate. wasn’t the worst part of this book but doesn’t really sit well with me.

and i’m so confused about simon’s wings. he does want them and constantly brings up his surgery and then all of a sudden ,, doesn’t? i think? the last chapter is so vague and simon mentions being on the fence about it and i understand that we as the reader don’t need to know everything about what the future holds for these characters but also ?? beudhyzhsgsbeysyzb babe he brought it up like all the time and can i please get a solid answer ??

aLSO. WHY DID SIMON AND BAZ BREAKUP ONLY FOR THEM TO GET TOGETHER 5 CHAPTERS LATER?? WHAYDYXYZGWH WHAT WAS THE POINT OF WAYWAYRD SON IF SHE JUST DID THAT???? LIKE WHXGXYVZYZHE YOU MADE THEM STAY TOGETHER WHEN SIMON WAS BEING AN ACTUAL DICK FOR AN ENTIRE BOOK (which i will defend until the day i die those scenes weren’t an OUNCE of how horny this book is), THEY BREAKUP, AND THEN GET TOGETHER AGAIN?? NOT EVEN 100 PAGES AFTER THEY BREAKUP??? SHZGZGZYSGSU W H A T? WHAT? I DONT GET IT? i don’t get it.

i kept waiting for the scene where everything came together and it never came. then the epilogue didn’t clarify anything either.

i don’t know. there’s more probably i just didn’t enjoy this book. i would have given it a 5/10 the first time i read it but the more i think about it the lower that number goes so ,, yea not a good time.

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so! that’s a lot! completely get it if you disagree :D. you’re allowed to like a book even though i don’t. and also i have no energy to edit this so enjoy me screaming about it !

[emeto-things]

My Emetophobia Story!

Hi my name is Abby and I’ve had emetophobia since 2011 when I was only 8 years old. It was the winter and the flu was going around. My brother got it, and for some reason he makes himself sick on purpose so he can feel better? Idk. Either way, my bedroom was next door to the bathroom. I woke up to the horrendous sound of g* and v*. I ran into my parents room and asked my mom what was going. She told me he was purposefully making himself sick and that everything was okay. After shaking and crying, I went to bed and couldn’t sleep because it made me so awake. I ended up catching the flu a couple hours later. I was so worried that I was gonna v* too and my mom could NOT convince me that it wasn’t part of the flu and he didn’t that on purpose. The whole time I had the flu I slept barely any, constantly worrying i’d v*. Thankfully I didn’t! After the flu was gone, I was back to my normal self. Until 2013, when I was 10. I was talking to a pen pal online and we decided to make a movie together. I was in charge of everything, and she’d call me everyday asking if I had worked on it. It stressed me out so much that I developed anxiety. Later that year, I was in the car and felt totally fine but had a scary thought of “what if I get motion sickness?” I had motion sickness when I was younger and I still might I just don’t wanna test it. I started to cry and shake uncontrollably and I didn’t know why. I guess that was my first glimpse of a panic attack but I didn’t know such thing existed back then. I realized my friend was not so much of a good friend after all and decided to cut ties with her. My anxiety kinda disappeared again. I then started to develop OCD. I would constantly check her social media’s and read our old messages obsessively to the point i’d Be sad that I left her. It took me monthsss to get over that. But I eventually did. In 2014, my fears got far behind me and I was having a really good life. I don’t remember having anxiety at all much that year. It was the best year ever to this day. In early 2015 when I was 12, I started having strange, violent thoughts. I’d be sleeping with my dog and get a random “urge” to want to shove him off the bed and hurt him. The thoughts scared me so much since I love him and would never want to hurt him. I started having them more. I’d have an “urge” to kill a family member or poison them. It made me so uncomfortable and scared and I thought I had a serious problem and was going to end up a serial killer. It wasn’t until a few months later I was researching OCD and found that those thoughts are an extremely common OCD symptom and that you’d never actually act on it. I felt so much better! I found out I wasn’t a crazy person! Now I don’t even have those thoughts anymore. I was going pretty good until April 2015. I had been in an art class for about 6 months, but I’m this particular day I went, apparently a sv* was going around but I didn’t know about it. And apparently someone in my class was s* and still came in. It was a very tight class with a lot of kids and we were all sharing the same markers and pens and pencils and one girl (I believe who was the s* one) coughed with her mouth open all the time and we sat literally right next to each other that I could feel her breath on me. I didn’t have emetophobia then so I didn’t get all freaked out. Besides, I didn’t even know anyone was sick! If I did, I wouldn’t have gone. Not because I was scared but because of common sense. (This part may be a little triggering but i’ll Try not to be. Skip this part if you want.) 2 nights later, I’m asleep. I wake up around 4am with a very bad feeling. I didn’t think I was s* I just didn’t feel good. I tried to go back to sleep but I couldn’t. I had a small stomach ache, I was kinda dizzy and my head felt really gross. I was also kinda hot & cold and kept having weird dreams every time I’d start to fall asleep. Since I had anxiety in the past, I figured it was just anxiety so I googled ways to calm down and then eventually, my stomach ache went away and I fell asleep. I was extremely tired & basically fell asleep during a small panic attack which is unusual. I woke up again at 7am and I remember my first thoughts were “omg I feel even worse than I did earlier” and I rubbed my head and felt kinda hot. Idk how to describe how I felt it was just horrible. I went on my iPod and went on twitter and was watching YouTube videos to keep my mind off of whatever I was feeling. I then suddenly just g*d. I went into my moms room and told her I had been feeling bad for a while and didn’t know why. She asked me if I was nervous about anything and I said no. I told her I hoped I wasn’t sick. We were counting the days of places I’ve been to see if it was a possibility for me to be sick. And when I said “I went to my art class the other day” my mom realized that could be a possibility but didn’t wanna say anything. She said she still thought I probably wasn’t s* though. I went back to bed and watched more YouTube videos. I suddenly got reaaaaaally tired and decided to listen to calming music. I put on a song and in the song, someone made a noise that sounded like a g* and that triggered my reflex since I was already feeling it anyway. I knew v* was about to happen but I kept on keeping it from happen. I even started to feel better. So I told my mom I was feeling better and would be downstairs for breakfast soon. I got dressed like I normally would, just feeling tired but not really s*. I went downstairs and got a banana and sat on the couch next to my mom. I ate two bites and started to feel s* again. She had on a cooking show which obviously didn’t make me feel any better. I told a joke to my mom that made me start laughing hard and then my headache and pain all came back. I went from laughing to g* within seconds and then it happened. I rushed to the sink, did my thing and then that was it. I ran back to the living room and started crying like crazy and screaming “what is wrong with me???” But thankfully I didn’t get s* again but I was just super tired and drained the whole day. But we had a birthday party at my house that night since I was feeling better. Since that day, everything has changed. The very next day, I started wondering about every bodily symptom that before then I would’ve totally ignored. Just thinking of bananas sent me into panic, my mom couldn’t watch her cooking show around me and the smallest stomach pain would send me into a panic spiral. Over the summer I got really busy and my phobia got pushed aside. I still worried about it more than I ever did before but I wasn’t panicking and I could get my mind off of it pretty easily. I even got to meet my favorite band (The Vamps) that summer! Which totally distracted me from everything. It was going pretty good until October 2015. I went to Starbucks and got a pumpkin coffee, and had a strange thought of “what if I’m allergic to pumpkin?” And I started to have trouble breathing (not because a health issue, it was my anxiety - but I didn’t know that then.) I calmed down, and the day went on like normal. That night, my family came over and I was in my room singing. I got extremely hot out of nowhere, so I ripped my boots, jacket and scarf off and turned on my fan. I got even more hot. Then my lips went tingly and so did my hands and feet. Then I started getting really dizzy. I ran downstairs to my mom. I had NO idea what was happening. I cried for hours and my grandma (who also has anxiety) helped me and told me it was a panic attack and how she has had them before. They really calmed me down, and after it was over I was so thankful and was glad i’d Probably never experience another one. I was wrong. The next morning, the panic symptoms came back and I was on the verge of another one. I had a panic attack everyday for around 2-3 weeks. I was miserable, tired and my nerves never got a chance to relax because any time I was almost calm, I would panic again. At the same time, my dad lost his job, my brother had a horrible cold that I caught (I’m not even telling that story because it’s too long. I didn’t v* though!!!) and my anxiety was the worst it had ever been. Christmas that year was a total blur because I was so sleep deprived and out of it that I honestly barely remember what happened. In 2016, my anxiety got a lot better. I was still very careful and worried a lot but I wasn’t panicking all the time. I developed OCD hard core though. I couldn’t do simple tasks like cleaning my room because I would have to refill a certain article of clothing 50+ times due to my OCD. My OCD would say “if you don’t fold it like this, you’ll get s*” so I listened to it. I feel like I was dead that whole year. My hair was dry and brittle and almost coming out because I stayed in the shower so long trying to get clean and I brushed my hair super hard because my OCD told me it was the only thing to prevent s* from happening. Thanks to a lovely girl online who helped me with OCD and the help of praying, my OCD went away almost completely!! I was so happy. This was in January 2017 when I was 14. My family had a stressful year though due to family problems. But around June 2017, my anxiety and emetophobia started to pick up again and it’s been bad again ever since. I worry about food and viruses more than I ever have and I’m starting to have panic attacks again. So sadly, that’s where I am now. 15 years old atm. My life is still pretty good I guess. I don’t have controlling OCD anymore, and since I’m older I’m able to think more logically than I used to. But I’m nowhere near recovery yet. Hopefully soon! Sadly, I can’t end my story on a positive note because I have recovered yet. But for all of you out there dealing with this horrible phobia, I know what you’re going through. You’re not alone. I know what it feels like to shaky uncontrollably worrying that any second you’ll be s*. I know what fake n* feels like. I know what worrying to the point you just want to sleep feels like. I know what it feels like to want to die than rather be s*. I know what you feel like! I’ve felt it several times and it’s horrible. But we can get through this together. We are so much stronger than we think we are and we won’t let this phobia beat us. I know it can be so controlling, but we can do it. Getting s* is soooo uncommon. People rarely ever v* and if they do, it’s because they were doing something us careful people wouldn’t. We are so careful that we have way less of a chance than people who aren’t like us - and even they won’t be s*!! Don’t worry. You will be okay. Remember all the times you’ve felt this way and been scared all for nothing. Each time you have a panic attack, it makes you stronger. And remember not to google your symptoms. Google doesn’t know everything and there’s a lot of liars and people who don’t know much out there. Some people probably post things just to scare us health freaks! You’re going to be okay. And you won’t be s*. Keep telling yourself that! You’re okay and we’ll get through this, together. Stay strong my loves!❤️❤️❤️

[pinkipie100]

Hi there. I read your analysis about The Voltron Show and I really liked it! At one point in that analysis, you mentioned that you feel the Voltron fandom is too quick to feel offended over how Hunk is portrayed in the show. Do you think it's possible that you could elaborate on that, if you wanted? And do you feel that this "overly-sensitive attitude" within the fandom extends to Lance's portrayal in the show as well?

Me? 27000 years late to an ask? HA HA HA!

…Always. Sorry, @thenorthernphoenix, I’ve been absent for quite a while, and I totally forgot my askbox was a thing.

Anyway, a thousand times thank you for reading my meta! To answer your question, and I may receive a lot of heat for this, but I think the Voltron crew have handled Hunk’s portrayal well, actually, and I’ll explain why. Hopefully concisely. Definitely not concisely.

First of all, Hunk is fat. Can we just… admit that? He’s fat. THAT IS OKAY. THAT IS SO OKAY. In fact, I think it’s important for boys who are also overweight to see. They need to know that they can still be the hero, despite their size. I know that a lot of the body positivity schtick has to do with encouraging women to feel comfortable with their bodies regardless of weight, but it’s really important for men, as well! Men probably have a tough time dealing with their body image because they’re expected not to care, but they’re also expected to simultaneously having ridiculously hypermasculine, ripped bodies, or they’re not really ‘a man,’ you know? But if people see Hunk and realize that this guy, yes, is overweight, but still kicks ass and is even the strongest paladin [stronger than Shiro!], that’ll give them just the encouragement they need. [Plus, Hunk is really f*ckin’ hot.]

Second of all, HUNK LIKES FOOD A F*CKING LOT. CAN WE ALSO ACKNOWLEDGE THIS?!?!?! Okay, I apologize, I’m getting heated… I just notice that people get extremely angry when Hunk is shown going crazy over food. I just… Of course he will act that way around food, he’s a foodie! Is it funny? Yeah. Does that mean we’re supposed to respect him any less? Of course not! Look, I’m not overweight, but I’m still a foodie! I, in fact, may or may not love food a bit too much in the most weird of ways! [-Food fetish much, Pinki? -Shut the fuh!] I honestly find it laughably relatable when Hunk drools at the sight of a delicious-looking hors d’oeurvre, or climbs over the invisible maze’s walls to get to a fine alien pastry! Like, f*cking me too, Hunk! I don’t know, maybe I’m being insensitive and stupid, but I don’t view Hunk as any less of a character because he’s very food-crazy. Last time I checked, though, no one was up in arms about Po using food to motivate him to become the Dragon Warrior.

I get it, this is just my own opinion. I like to believe that I’m being sensible, though. I’ll admit that, yes, the food jokes get a little old sometimes, but hey, they are still tasteful [dammit… I… I swear I didn’t mean to pun there]. Hunk is always depicted as a master of his craft, educated in the ways of the kitchen. He doesn’t just make junk food, either, he can cook meats; pastas; god forbid, vegetables! Take a look at any other kid’s show, and tell me if you find a fat character who is treated respectfully by their friends like Hunk, is as intelligent as Hunk, and is as three-dimensional as Hunk. Seriously, lemme know, I think I’d give the show a try, if that’s the case.

*whispers* Am I getting long-winded yet…

Okay, now for the second part of your question, I could go on for days about how the fandom basically becomes a volatile gershderned cult when it comes to Lance. The fandom is sensitive about Hunk’s portrayal, no doubt, no doubt- but when it comes to Lance, oh ho, they take it to an entirely new level!

Violent discourse has broken out surrounding Lance’s race, sexuality, mental state, personality, and hell, even his g*ddamn last name! I’m not at all ashamed to say, all of it has been bullsh*t. The f*ckers Lance stans of this fandom will only accept Lance one way, and that seems to be as a 100000% Cuban, 0.00000% American, Not Straight™, mentally unstable, delicately insecure flower that a) must be protected at all costs and b) crying 24/7 unless Keith is there to comfort him. Any time the show contradicts this, it’s the executive producers’ heads.

Voltron Fandom, come close… gather round the fire… I’m about to clear a few things up for you:

One, Lance is a Lady’s Man. YEAH, I SAID IT, AND I WOULD 100% SWOON IF HE USED A PICKUP LINE ON ME, SO FIGHT ME! Heh, but seriously, he likes women. And, you know what? Women like him! Almost every time he flirts with a woman, she shows interest back! …save Allura, but I think we can tell from Lance’s vlog that it’s because he genuinely likes her and doesn’t really know how else to approach her. Does that mean he’s straight? Uh oh… Uh oh… UH OH! IT MIGHT! Well, it might not. He could still be bisexual with a preference for women, which I honestly buy a lot more than him being flamboyantly attracted to both sexes. We can’t assume nothin’ until it’s outright stated, but until then, the fandom needs to be aware that Lance’s actual sexuality is pretty much up in the air.

B, Lance is Cuban. I love this about him, but when people start to throw sh*t when people headcanon him as mixed or possibly born in America or having a Western last name, it kind of ticks me off. Like, what’s wrong with being a little bit white? Does that diminish the value he may have of his Cuban roots? I’m mostly white, but does that make me not give a sh*t about my Chamorro heritage? Of course not! My mom has a Western maiden name, but that doesn’t mean she’s not Chamorro, too! If Lance had a Cuban last name, that’s so great! If he has a Western name, it’s not ‘giving in to the White Man.’ It’s probably just the result of some intermixing with Western people somewhere along his family line, and it could have been generations ago, anyway. About him being Cuban-American… Look, I think Americans can be pretty sh*tty and our country is f*cked up, but I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. So there’s absolutely nothing wrong with Lance being American-born and proud to be it.

III, stop. Making. Lance. Helpless. Nnkey? I like Langst. I do. But please, administer it in moderation! Write/draw it sensibly! I’m incredibly tired of seeing Lance portrayed by fans as some unstable, immature, dependent crybaby who is unable to control his emotions or stand without the constant support of a Love Interest™ [it’s usually Keith, and as a stalwart Laith shipper, I am sick of this]. I think that, even beginning from the S1-S2 hiatus, the fandom read a bit too deeply into Lance’s impending insecurity arc, and we all got so hyped up to see it, we were disappointed when it wasn’t immediately addressed. I’ve probably said it a thousand times, but once more, with feeling: Lance’s arc will be slow-burn. We’ll get snippets of his insecurities here and there, just breadcrumbs that will lead up to the climax of his arc, and it’ll be awesome. But, the fandom needs to have patience until then. I hold faith upon faith in the creators, especially Joaquim dos Santos [Mr. Lance-Is-My-Favorite-Paladin himself], to deliver a delicately laid story unfolding around Lance that we will all love once complete, and wonder why we were ever upset.

In conclusion, I very much agree that the fandom is WAY too overly sensitive about how Lance is portrayed in-canon, and it’s actually warping their perceptions of reality. They think that they’re the only ones who know what Lance is really like, and that the writers of the actual g*ddamn show are ‘doing it wrong.’ In the show, Lance is friendly, dorky, funny, cocky, emotionally mature, perceptive, and realistic. Fanon Lance is emotionally unstable, dependent, unconfident, incapable, tortured, bullied, and underrated by his teammates. This is not to say that Canon Lance isn’t insecure and somewhat misunderstood by his friends, but he is mature in managing those insecurities and confiding in others [e. g. seeking solace with Keith, believing in Allura]. I just think Lance is a LOT tougher than his stans give him credit for, and I really love that about his arc; he won’t have to be that tough forever, and when he finally lets his barriers down, it is gonna be. Just what the doctor ordered.

ANYWHALE! I apologize for writing basically another meta in response to your ask, especially considering you sat through my whole ‘Voltron Show’ meta! I am so glad you asked, though. I know my wording here is very strong, but I think it’s better for me to be analytically bold than to be apologetically opinionated.

Seriously, thanks again for reading the meta and facilitating discussion about it; you’re an absolute dream! Sorry for being late to answer, and enjoy the rest of your ventures through fandom and meta thereupon!

[wolfsteax]

The Damage We Do

Chapter 1:

http://thelittledabbler.tumblr.com/post/155857634385/the-damage-we-do

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Chapter 2 - Run

I was livid. I let Guzma into my house. I trusted him. And, he robbed me! I was not losing all my money like that. I jammed my feet into my shoes and nearly kicked the door open. I was pissed. I saw his big foot prints in the dirt road and angrily followed them like a hound dog. The more I walked the angrier I became until I saw something down the road. I knew that big body. It was Guzma and he had… food? This kid. Guzma had taken my money to buy us food. Sure, I basically paid for it, but he was trying to be nice. My anger slipped away as he came closer. “LAE! I GOTCHA SOME BREAKFAST!” He shouted from afar. I started laughing and grabbed my stomach.

Guzma came into my house and set down the malasadas, cocoa, fast food bacon, and fruits he bought. Well, at least he spent it on somewhat decent food. “Guzma, you realize you robbed me… to do something nice for me, right?” I laughed. He blushed and suddenly realized. “Oh shit ya right! I’m so sorry, girl- eh, Lae! I swear I didn’t spend all of it! Look! Here ya go.” Guzma handed me what was left of my cash. It was crumpled up and in a ball, but I didn’t care. “I’ll be totally honest. I was going to find you and kick the shit out of you if you had robbed me for real.” I glared at him with a grin. “Ya couldn’t take me. I’d squish you.” “With that big ass of yours?” Guzma smooshed a malasada on my nose and laughed. “Oh! You little shit!” I laughed and threw a strip of bacon at him. We had started a little food fight which got us playing like little kids. I saw something in him during this play. I saw a person with a warm heart who was longing to be seen as strong and worth time. During our play fighting and twisting and twirling I felt my pity for him change into something else. This was not okay. I had only met Guzma. And, yet… There it was again! “And yet” rattling around in my head.

While I became lost in my thoughts Guzma threw me on the couch and sat on me. “ACK! GUZMA!” I laughed loudly as his butt crushed me. “Ya? Wassup?” He teased and pat my head. “What was it ya said about my big ass?” He leaned back and sighed with a shit eating grin. I cackled under him and let myself lose the fight. I turned my head and looked up at the tall man. “How old are you Guzma?” I asked. “18. You?” “18 as well.” Guzma started to twiddle his fingers. “I’m thinkin’ I can… go to my house tonight. I’m gonna tell my dad enough’s enough! But, will you come with me?” I couldn’t believe he was getting serious while crushing me with his ass. “Why? You… You don’t even know me, Guzma.” I said with a sigh. “Then tell me who ya are.” He suggested.

I thought for a few moments. Me? Tell him who I am? I don’t talk about myself with anyone… But, then again, I had given Guzma a reason to be so interested in me. “Alright.” I said as he let me sit up. “I am Lae Hibiscus. I’m 18 and I am an eevee breeder. My main pokemon is a sylveon. He’s my best friend. I guess I just kinda.. Keep to myself. I draw as a hobby and enjoy cycling and tennis. I uh… I don’t have family really.” I looked away and ran my fingers through my black, rugged pixie cut. “Okay, okay. You don’t wanna go into detail. ‘S alright.” He pat my shoulder. “I am sorry.” I told him. “Don’t be, girl. Will you still come with me though?” Guzma asked with a sparkle in those silvery eyes. “Of course…” The rest of the day was spent talking, eating, and watching more movies. Guzma was pretty funny and actually smart. He knew how to work with pokemon and how to train them perfectly. His english was just bad. In a short time Guzma and I became good friends. We bonded through something. I didn’t know what. The more I looked at him the more I found myself attracted. And… dare I say it, I think he felt the same about me. He kept patting my back and pulling me into noogy my head. Every time he did his cheeks got pink. When night came Guzma became uneasy. “We gotta do this.” He told me. I looked deep into his eyes and nodded. “Alright… Let’s go…”

Guzma led me to his house on Route 2. It looked like such a peaceful house, but an angry and sick vibe seeped from its walls. He was so quiet and determined. My friend led me to the bushes under a window. Guzma pat my back and looked at me very seriously.

“Okay. I gotta do this by myself, so watch from the window. Aight?” Guzma said to me as I hid myself in the bushes. “Got it.” I said. My stomach was twisted so tight I felt sick. What if Guzma got brutally beaten? It’d be my fault for telling him to do this. I watched him walk away and go inside the small home. An angry, gruff looking man sat on the couch. He turned when he saw Guzma enter. Guzma’s mother, who seemed timid as a baby bird, ran to Guzma, but stopped dead in her tracks when his father yelled at her. She backed off. Guzma glared at his father. “Don’t talk to my mum like that.” I saw him spit from outside. “You little shit. You numbskull. You thought running away from your trials was strong? You’re a weak little shit. You aren’t leaving this house again until you’ve learned your lesson.” The man rose and walked closer to Guzma. I saw Guzma change. His eyes seemed to glaze over and his face lost its color. His father was the same size and looked stronger. This was a terrible idea. Why did I have to tell him to do this!? Guzma’s father leaned in extremely close to Guzma’s face. “You’re the most disappointing thing in my life.” He spat on Guzma’s face and grabbed his throat. Guzma froze. It was as if his father had programmed him to just allow this. Guzma’s hands shook as his father’s grip tightened around his throat.

“Fight back!” I thought to myself as I slammed my fist against the window. This caught his dad’s attention allowing Guzma to harshly shove him off. His father toppled over on the back of the couch and immediately had death in his eyes. “You made a big mistake, you little shit.” His father got up and ran for Guzma. The two clashed in a blur of flying fists and kicks. I thought I saw some blood go flying! I panicked as they fought, but promised Guzma I’d stay out here as to not get hurt. Guzma threw his father against a bag of golf clubs, but it wasn’t enough. I saw where the man was going. He reached back and grabbed a club. I rose from the bushes and screamed just as his father swung the club into Guzma’s stomach. The kid coughed and curled up as the metal club shot pain through his body. His father pulled back again, this time nailing him in the ribs. Guzma shrieked with pain and fell to the floor. His father then kicked him right in the nose. Blood flew from the new wound and spilled into Guzma’s mouth. “You have nothing.” His father spat on him again. Suddenly, I saw a fire in Guzma’s silver eyes. “No. I got a friend. A girl. She only known me a day and she treats me like I’m worth everything. I ain’t gonna let her watch you beat me.” Guzma rose and looked bigger than his father. “You wanna know what destruction looks like in human form?” Guzma grabbed his father by the neck and lifted him off the ground. “It’s your boy, Guzma.” He whispered very close to his father’s ear. Guzma then took his father and slammed him against the wall. He punched him in the face. Then again, and again, and again, until his father’s face was red with blood. But, Guzma wasn’t finished. He was going to leave a mark. The kid took his father’s arm, the one that he always used to beat him, and twisted it until the loud snap of a bone shook the silence.

A red and blue light caught my eye. Oh, fuck. The neighbors called the cops! They looked through the window and saw Guzma beating his father. They saw the wrong story! Guzma noticed the lights and dropped his dad’s weak body. He immediately ran for the window on the other side of the house and broke through it. I saw him sprint off into the berry farm. As soon as the cops ran off I chased after Guzma in another direction. I ran until I saw him running in front of me. “Guzma! This way!” I shouted. He looked back and U-turned. I paged my Charizard and grabbed Guzma’s arm. I yanked him on and we flew away. The cops never saw us escape.

We flew until we reached another island. I knew of an empty town here where we could hide. It was once called Po Town and an old house rested in the back. We landed there and I lugged Guzma inside. Luckily, he didn’t need to go to a hospital. But, he sure as hell needed to rest. “There should be a bed in here somewhere.” I told him as I helped lead him along. We found a large bed in a backroom upstairs. It had an old chair inside as well and some empty alcohol bottles. The bed was pretty clean, just dusty. I cleaned it off and helped Guzma sit down. “There. You did it, Guzma. You showed him who’s boss.” I told him with a smile. Guzma took one look at me and began sobbing. He never said why, but I assumed it was the cluster of emotions he was feeling. “Awh. There there, Guz.” I took a cloth and wiped the blood off his face. He suddenly yanked me into a huge hug. He squeezed me so tightly it almost hurt. But, I hugged him back just as tight. I felt him kiss my neck very lightly then nuzzle it. We stayed like this for an hour until we both leaned back and fell asleep. He was warm… so warm…