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shushiyuii · 3 years

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Here is a writing request! I hope you have fun with it! You can put noms in if you want to! :D : Giant warden hybrid Wilbur lives very deep underground and is very lonely. He meets a lost avian hybrid named Phil and decides to help him out of the cave system. When they get out Wilbur is sad that Phil has to go. Phil then decides its time to adopt another child and brings Wil with him home to a surprised Techno and Tommy.

AAAAAA I LOVE THIS SO MUCH! THANK YOU ANON! I DID HAVE A LOT OF FUN WITH IT and may also have gone a bit crazy with it? lol

(I didn't include Nom's in this story but if you ever wish for a part two with noms or anything i'd be more than happy too!)

Warnings: Injury, (Maybe some heavy subjects such as a child being lonely)

Words: 2.6K+

He doesn’t remember his younger days; he honestly couldn’t be sure who he was or how he even came into existence. One thing for sure was sounds, the tapping of a spider’s legs, creepers occasional hissing, skeleton’s bones rattling and a zombie’s growls.

It was always so dark, he’d seen the light of lava, sometimes even the light of day but the sky was always so high, so out of reach. And he couldn’t quite fit into the cave systems to find a way, so he was stuck.

He’s alone, he hates it. It’s too dark.

…

Phil flew high above the clouds in laughter, it’d been a while since he’d gone out on an adventure. Well, if you counted a much-needed mining trip of coal, iron, and such. But it was nice to be out of the house for once, especially with the kids out of the way.

Not in a bad sense though, he loved his kids but sometimes things were so busy he couldn’t keep track of things. Raising a toddler and a somewhat crazy child is well chaotic.

His two kids, Techno and Tommy. Techno had been adopted by Phil a bit early on, when Phil first met his now-wife, Kristin. He found Techno on the streets of a village, trying to fend off bandits. Phil’s fatherly instincts kicked in, a thing he’d always had and couldn’t help but take the boy in. Much to his reluctance.

Techno grew up with Phil and is now a very healthy and happy 11-year-old, and then there’s Tommy. The most recent member of the family, his little bundle of joy of about 3 years old, Techno found it odd being an older brother, he still does but he copes.

The feeling of his feathers swaying, his hair blowing, him having to attempt to keep his hat on every second, he missed this feeling. He was glad he just managed to find a babysitter since their mother was currently out on ‘business terms’.

…

The vibrant blue sky, below the loving shades of green passing with every flap of his wings. He wondered if his wife was watching over him, with her being a god and all.

He was happy how life was currently going as of late, he only hoped that fate had a good future ahead of him.

He shook himself out of his thoughts as he finally arrived at the destination. He had been well prepared for this trip; it was a mine that he’d been wanting to adventure for ever so long. He could tell there was something about it, something special.

And judging by the vibrant minerals just shining from the sunlight of the entrance, something told him there was more than just iron and coal in this cave, perhaps something more valuable, diamonds.

…

He wasn’t sure how long it’d been, but it had been a long time, he had quite a bit of iron, coal. But not only that gold and emeralds, a valuable currency. He wouldn’t have to worry about mining with the number of minerals he now had. Not only that but diamonds could be used to create powerful weapons.

He knew Techno would be happy, he’d always loved shiny things. Probably due to his Piglin features. And he could make Kristin some beautiful jewellery. It made him happy to say that his family was going to be good for a good while.

…

He picked up different noises, it was odd to hear such things. He could hear strange padding noises, perhaps some creature moving? Not only that but he heard the breaking of stone, which was a rare sound in his caves.

It was somewhat crazy to think something else could be coming closer to him, to hurt him. He knew he was strong not he didn’t even know If he was as strong as the outside monsters.

He wasn’t sure how he came to be in this world, he was always so alone. But sometimes the vines would speak to him, telling him of things like a place called the surface, which was colourful and bright.

…

The breaking of stone could be heard again, it only got louder and louder every minute. Whatever was making those sounds had found him and was coming for him. His antennae twitched anxiously; he was scared he didn’t want to die.

His claws bared as he readied his sharp teeth, he scanned for wherever the sound was coming from and waited to attack.

…

He panted as he broke at the stone, it’d been a while since he’d done so much mining, he was much out of shape. He had no idea where he currently was, he was long lost in this cave with no way of finding his way back. Despite the torches, he had no lead to where he came.

He was now trying to mine into the walls, hoping to find another branch of the cave that would finally lead him to a way to the surface. After the struggles of breaking through the wall for however long, he finally found another branch of the cave.

Big mistake as the first step he took into this cave, there was a loud crashing sound. Something had tried to hurt him, and he barely dodged it, the ceiling of the cave barely supported the impact, rubble falling from the ceiling.

He readied his sword for battle as he ran to behind a rock for cover. Something that caused that impact was definitely big, like strangely big. Not only that but the cave was one of the darkest caves he’d ever seen, the only light being from his torch.

He had no idea of where if he was honest, he couldn’t even tell if he was hiding properly. Anything could creep upon him at the current moment, it was oddly quiet, the only sound being his heartbeat.

…

He heard a strange growl behind him, it scared him with how deep and shallow it sounded, definitely a monster. Hesitantly he turned to the right, and right there was the monster staring right at him. But the monster flinched back when Phil turned around, the bright light in the monster’s face.

It seemed to hurt its eyes as he held his eyes and stumbled back in pain, from what he saw he saw about four eyes, antennae, and dark greenish-blue skin, with some light green bioluminescence that reacted to light. It appeared to be a Warden, a creature Phil had read about.

A creature of great mystery, one that mostly relied on sound, one that could communicate with plants. It was an odd creature, but the thing is about this Warden. It had a set of hair, not only that but it looked a lot more humanoid than what he’d seen drawn of the creatures.

It looked rather young too… No! No fatherly instincts! Monster?...

…

He winced in pain and stepped back from the strange being, he hadn’t seen light in quite some time. This thing was nothing like he’d ever before. He had never seen such a strange light. It hurt. This thing was strong if the creature had that then it could definitely kill him.

It came prepared.

“Hello?” it spoke. His eyes dilated as he scanned for the light, he saw it move around. He could see the creature’s confused features. It seemed almost scared itself, not only that but concerned. Something he wasn’t quite familiar with.

He was surprised by the fact that he could understand the creature, it was an oddly familiar language. “Hello?”, he replied with hesitance. He was scared that the monster’s features would change, and the creature would attack him.

“Oh! You talk? Good, because I think there’s been a bit of a misunderstanding!”. The creature made a strange sound, but seemed relieved and happy? Laughter?

“Sorry about the light, I didn’t realise it’d hurt you, my name is Phil. How about you?”

“What’s a name?”

“Oh? You don’t have one, well I guess a way to describe it would be a sort of title, something people can call you to identify you from others!”.

“… I don’t have one?”.

…

The creature- Phil had come closer, more friendly than before. No weapons, a smile. The once bright light is now dim, more adjustable.

“Well, if you don’t have a name. How about we give you one?”.

“Okay…”.

“Hmm… You look like a.. A Wilbur!”.

“Wilbur?”.

“That’s your name! Wilbur! Do you like it”.

“It sounds nice. I like it!”.

A name? It sounded nice, it made him feel unique, different from others…

…

“Well, Wilbur. Do you think you could help me?”, “How?”. “Well, you see I’m kind of stuck here. I don’t know my way out.”.

“Where do you want to go?”, “The surface.”.

…

“The surface?”, “Yeah! I need to get home!”. “Home?”, “Yeah, it’s where I live with my family!”, “Family?”, “A group of people who are very important to me, I have to get home or my sons, I don’t know what will happen.”, “Okay. I’ll help.”.

Wilbur lent his hand, confused Phil just stared at it. But Wilbur just ended up scooping up Phil and standing up, wandering through the caves.

“So, you live in these caves?”, “Mhm”, “Aren’t you lonely?”, “… Yeah…”.

“How old are you?”, “I don’t know, they say I’m a youngling…”.

…

Phil’s fatherly instincts kicked in, a kid on his own in a fucking cave system? No fucking way. He had no choice; his mind was already made up. This kid was now his, he now wanted nothing more than to smother this boy in the love he never had, care for Wilbur. Like how he met Techno.

The two ventured the caves for a while, surprisingly no mobs. The two at this point had spoken for a while and gotten to know each other a small bit, Wilbur seemed fairly interested in his family too! So, it made him happy to think that he’d achieved a new son!

But he spoke a little too soon, a loud bang frightened Wilbur. Wilbur jumped back and dropped Phil from a height. Phil landed with an oof and looked back at Wilbur who was now crouching in fear, immediately he ran over to comfort the boy despite his aching leg.

“Hey, hey. Wil, it’s alright, it was just a creeper.”. He ran his hand over the boy’s own hand, “I-I, it was loud...”, “I know, I know. But it’s okay! It’s not gonna hurt you anymore mate! I’ll protect you!”.

…

He released his hold on his eyes and looked down to Phil… Protect? As in guard him? Phil’s eyes were enough to reassure him, it brought him comfort despite the small time of knowing him, he’d never known such a kind person before.

He picked up on a sound, the tugging of string. Phil didn’t seem to hear it as he was concentrating on him. He looked back to see a skeleton aiming an arrow at Phil. Scared, he quickly brought Phil to his chest as the skeleton shot the arrow.

Phil screamed but immediately calmed as he heard the arrow hit the ground, realizing that Wilbur had only been protecting him. He smiled and looked back furiously at the skeleton.

He reached for his sword and despite his aching leg, wiggled out of Wilbur’s hold and sliced the skeleton in half, its remains turning to dust and bones. He looked back to Wilbur, “You okay, mate?”.

“I’m fine! How about you? You’re walking differently.”. “Ah, I’m fine mate. My leg just hurts a bit!”. “Hurts? As in pain?”, “Yeah? Wh-“.

Phil was cut off when Wilbur brought him back to his chest, standing up and continuing their adventure to the surface. Being sure Phil was secure in his hold, not wanting to bring any more pain to this man.

…

A bright light could be seen in the distance, “Hey Wil! I think that’s the surface!”. Wilbur looked over in the direction of the light, he winced slightly but his eyes adjusted as he made way to the light.

Once they were outside, Phil took a good breath of fresh air. Wilbur copied, confused as to why and surprised with how fresh the air felt in his lungs. It was refreshing.

“Wil! We’re outside! Thank you so much!”

“It’s nothing but…”

“Hmm, what’s wrong?”.

“Where do I go now?...”

“We can go to my place if you want, you can meet Tommy and stuff.”.

“Really?”.

“Of course, Wilbur!”.

Phil then flew upwards and directed Wilbur to follow him, along the way Wilbur would get distracted by the views and greenery. Phil was more than happy to wait for the boy.

Now that he thought about it, he had a clearer view of Wilbur, who was definitely a lot more humanoid than he first thought, perhaps he was a hybrid of sorts? Only time could tell.

But at the break of dawn, Phil arrived home as was greeted by a worried Technoblade running towards him, a Tommy trying to follow behind him, wanting his father’s hold.

“Techno! Tommy! Are you guys okay?”. “Dad! Where have you been?”.

The worried words of his son and the rambling of his toddler were enough to make him scoop them up in his arms and cover them in kisses. Which seemed to cheer the two up.

But all hell broke loose when Techno stared up at Wilbur, he stood in front of Phil to protect him. “Who are you?!”, “Techno! Calm down! This is Wilbur! Your brother!”, “Brother?! Really Dad?!”, “Yes really”.

…

Despite the reluctance, Techno grew used to his new sibling, so did Tommy who seemed to really like Wilbur. Not only that but Kristin was more than happy to have Wilbur adopted into the family, and that’s how Wilbur joined the family.

… Bonus …

“Bitch!”

“Oi, don’t use those words, Tommy!”.

Tommy was now about 5 years old, a very clingy 5-year-old. One who never left Wilbur alone, not that Wilbur hated it, he loved his younger brother a lot. It was just sometimes he could be quite annoying.

“Wilby! I want cuddles!”. His antennae twitched as he closed his four eyes, pinching his nose to be as dramatic as possible and let out a long sigh, “Finee!” he dragged out. Tommy’s excitement as he ran to grab blankets was more than enough to make him smile.

Wilbur sat down against the wall as Tommy dragged pillows and blankets against the floor, the things being double his height and dragging behind him. Then made his way to throw the pillows at him and attempting to climb onto his lap.

He failed multiple times, “Wil! Help me!”. Finally with the help of Wilbur’s claw he adjusted and cuddled within Wilbur’s hold.

“Tell me that story again!”, “The one about the civilization and the brothers?”, “Yeah!”.

Wilbur laughed, “Okay!”.

Within 5 minutes of the story, Tommy had fallen asleep, so Wilbur changed to a simple lullaby whilst playing with his baby brothers’ hair. Something precious, something he’d always protect.

“Got room for one more?”, Techno stood there in his crowned PJs, who seemed barely functioning, his blanket and pillow dragging behind him. Usually, he’d never do such a day but today seemed to be an exception. “Of course Tech!”.

The three then fell asleep together.

…

“Awwhh! Look at them Phil!”, Kristin whispered as she peered into the room of her son’s bedroom. Phil giggled, “I know! I’m glad I have such a good family”.

Within the palm of her hand, he laid. Thankfully for them, Kristin was a giant, so the house was already pretty adaptable for Wilbur. She placed a kiss on his forehead. “Love you, hun!”, “Love you too!”.

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tomasorban · 5 years

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Supernatural Stories of the Aboriginal People: An Interview with Steven Strong

Steven Strong (and his co-researcher/author Evan Strong) are no strangers to New Dawn readers. They are best known for their articles, interviews and publications on the controversial theory that Australia was the cradle of civilisation – the home of an Original humanity that branched out into other parts of the world to seed culture and a more advanced way of being.

Steven’s knowledge is steeped in secret Aboriginal lore and rituals that for obvious reasons cannot be divulged to the general public. His – and Evan’s – mission is informing the wider Australian community on the forgotten heritage of the Original people and the metaphysical changes happening right now in this country.

Recently Steven was interviewed by Jeffery Pritchett & Wahabah Hadia Al Mu’id (WHAM) for their online radio show. The interview covered the Strong’s work about Australia as the cradle of civilisation but Steven also shed light on personal encounters with the mysterious and supernatural. He speaks of an Original way of being foreign to the vast majority of Australians, but lived and practiced by members of indigenous communities, especially the Clever Fellas and Elders.

The following is an edited extract from Steven’s spoken interview with Jeffery & WHAM in April.

Jeffery Pritchett (JP): I’ve heard the Aboriginal people are connected in some way to the Pleiadians [ancient extraterrestrials from the star system of the Pleiades that have an interest in Earth]?

Steven Strong (SS): Way back at the start when I was given a very strong ceremony by the Ramindjeri [Aboriginal people of Kangaroo Island, South Australia], I sat down at the finish and they told us about circumnavigating the world in a figure 8 in ancient times. And one of the elders turned to me and said, “You do realise in the old days, there were other ways we travelled this earth?” I knew what he was talking about, he was talking about moving through the air.

They are absolutely obsessed with the Pleiadians. In fact, I’ve had elders who will finish their conversation by repeating the same thing time after time. They tell me the Pleiadians are their countrymen, they are part of them. Quite recently a genetic study has come out to confirm this. What we’ve now found is the Original people have a genetic strand that no one has ever seen before. And the scary part for the mainstream is they don’t know where it’s from. They cannot associate it with any hominid, semi-hominid, or other Homo sapiens on the planet. It’s only found in Australia with the Original people.

I know it’s the Pleiadian gene they’ve found. And the reason why they can’t find it anywhere on this planet is because they have their eyes permanently fixed down, they should be looking up. In fact, this is why we talk about this now, not because I had a chance but because I promised we would tell their story. I don’t meet an elder who will not talk about the Pleiadians. We are pushed into a story that I remember on one occasion I said we’d never touch. In fact our first three books, published by University Press in America, never mentioned it. We never mention this story. We’re coming into this story simply because we don’t have a choice. And the Original elders have made it clear, we must talk about this part of the story now. That’s what we’re doing, we’re only doing what we’re told.

JP: When it comes to the Pleiadians and the Aboriginals, what is the creation story?

SS: I’ve got two rocks, two marked rocks, and the elders have told me the full story with those two rocks. And they’ve shown me the rocks and they’ve shown me how it’s put together. Those two rocks are called Ros’ rock 1 and 2. My main elder is a Clever Fella and can do things you shouldn’t be able to do in any science book today, and I’ve seen him do it. He told me one day, after knowing I had this rock [Ros rock 1] for a couple of years. (I’ve got to tell you something about Original elders – when you’re working with them, don’t ask them a question because they’ll never answer it. They’ll ask another question you can’t answer and they’ll answer that question a year later.)

A year and a half passed when Karno told me the full story of that rock, and it’s basically the beginning. What he said was that way back in the Dreaming, at the very beginning, the Pleiadians came in the totem of the Goanna, which is the one that gives wisdom. When they came to this country (Australia), they asked permission. They didn’t barge in – they asked permission to come. They came here looking for the best that was on this planet and they found the Original people, but they said no. The story goes that the eagle and the crow fought against the Goanna, the Pleiadians. The eagle and the crow are the Original people. And they couldn’t come, they could not come. But one day, according to the elders, the crow saw the wisdom of the Pleiadians and changed sides. And then what happened was the fight continued and the crow and the Goanna defeated the eagle. And they came and landed on this country. Then what they did, because they’d won the battle, is the Goanna asked the eagle for some totem or memento of his victory, and he was given the claws of the eagle, and the laws of the Pleiadians were scratched into this rock we have now. The Original story is we were given this information from the Pleiadians, and the second rock talks about the Original people and their contribution.

They look upon this as a unification of two different species. The Pleiadians did not come to this planet to subjugate, or to mine, or anything like that. They came here to find a body to incarnate into. What we have according to these people is the best of both worlds. From this planet, the Original people, and from outside, the Pleiadians. Together they created a set of genes. I look upon something like the walkabout genes, where you go off and find your own salvation and your own wisdom. The Original people were told to spread around the world, and therefore every human on this planet has within them the Original and Pleiadian genes. And yes I know, some of us may have those Assyrian genes [a reference to the Anunnaki slave race creation], very much more compliant.

What we have today in our genetic bank is an absolute dog’s breakfast of genes from all over this planet. We’ve got Denisovan and Neanderthal genes within us, and genes from outside. The story goes that the day would come when each person would be demanded and asked to look for their Pleiadian genes and to strike out and find the truth. That’s why they seeded the whole of this planet with their genes – they had a long term plan. The story I’m told is it’s now time for every human being on this planet to access their Pleiadian-Original genes and find the wisdom and truth. Because if they rely on the other ones, they’ll end up on the wrong side of the equation when the cutoff line appears.

There is a long, long story about the Pleiadians being part of this particular continent. I can’t speak on behalf of Africa and places where other mobs came, that’s not our issue here. We just talk about what happened here. Now the Original people are telling us the time for the Pleiadian-Original genes to come to fruition, to give us wisdom and an alternative to what we have today, which is appalling, is now upon us. Original history and archaeology doesn’t run in a straight line – it runs in a circle. And the circle, ladies and gentlemen, has been completed.

JP: When it comes to the Dreamtime, I’m wondering your perception on it? When I was 17 I went through testicular cancer and chemo. And then a year later my dad died, and I started to attract UFO activity. Multiple witnesses have seen all kinds of stuff with me. And I’ve seen some different types of beings. I’ve seen beings made out of energy, what I call a luminous being or beings made out of light. And I’ve kind of come to the conclusion through talking to other shamans that they’re us without our bodies on some levels. I’m kind of curious, what is the Dreamtime?

SS: If I was to give a fairly reasonable description of the Dreaming it would probably finish in about three hours. But I think we’re going to have to go the 101 because it’s so difficult. Look, the Dreaming is about connecting with the Spirit and about connecting with our reality, but it’s a lot more than that. It’s not a religion. Original people don’t have churches, they don’t have steeples and they don’t have altars. How can I best put it? It runs something like this…

A young man or woman around 14 or 15 or 16, when it’s determined they become adults, goes through some very severe cuts and a lot of pain, because most Original learning comes through pain. What’ll happen is once the boy has been cut and he’s taken on site, he goes out into the bush on his own. Then the uncle will watch him from a distance, but won’t have a thing to do with him. He’ll be on his own for three or four months. During that period he makes his own connection with the Dreaming. Original people believe every human being has magic within them, they think it’s like breathing. Everyone of us has it. What that person then does is finds their own magic, finds their own way of communicating with the spirits.

You’ve got to remember, in our society the spirits are in the land, they’re in the trees, they’re in a blade of grass, they’re everywhere and they watch us eternally. I’ll give you a very good example of what happened to us when we offended the spirits and the Dreaming acted upon us. We went to a site. Our elder that takes us in, Auntie Beve [Darkinoong Elder], was unwell at the time and couldn’t smoke us, and we always get ceremonied before we go on site. I had another ceremony given to me by Uncle Jerry, six of us did it, and we walked into this place. It was full of orbs and we filmed them. As we came in a brown owl flew out and left a feather. We thought that was a good sign. Oh my god, it wasn’t. Anyways, we did our business for the day, filmed what we saw, and it was quite amazing. We did some work on the carvings and engravings and paintings there.

I went back that night to Gosford [New South Wales] and we sat around talking about what we saw that day, and I got a phone call from my elder. My elder lives in Kangaroo Island, that’s 3,500 kilometres away. We’d left that site five hours ago, and he rang me. I knew I was in trouble. Normally what happens is when the elder speaks, someone else rings you and tells you to ring them. They don’t approach you, you must approach them. This time he was approaching me. And I’ve had that a couple of times and it means I’m getting growled at. This time was huge. This is how the conversation went. He said, “You’ve been on country today.” I said, “Yes, but Karno it’s not your country.” He said, “I know that, but did you smoke yourself today?” I said, “Well no.” He said, “I have a red kangaroo here, and that red kangaroo is telling me the whole story of what happened. You did another ceremony, didn’t you?” I said, “Yes, I did.” He said, “Well that was just accepted but they’re not happy.” And he told me, “If you ever go on site again without smoking yourself, they will kill you. That is your last warning.” And then he hung up.

Now my question is, I never told him about this. How did he know 3,500 km away I was walking on country and had broken a law? That owl flew out and told someone else, who told another animal and went across and told Karno. I’ve figured that message travelled 700 kilometres per hour to get to him. How he got that message was through the animals. In the Dreaming, if you really are locked in with the Dreaming, you can communicate with animals, you can communicate with everything.

I’ll go to another story. This same guy [Karno], when [British author] Graham Hancock and I sat round a campfire, he disappeared completely. We all know that. He smiled as he did it, and then reappeared about three seconds later, about 50 metres behind someone else. We asked his wife how did he do this. She said, “I don’t know, I’ve never seen that one before.” He told me later, “The disappearing is nothing. I come from this place and we all do. The only difference is I know it and you’re not sure. Once you know it, everything is possible.” What is the Dreaming? It’s us finding our true powers, our true reality and our true purpose in life.

JP: Do the Aboriginals ever say anything about Yowies or Sasquatch?

SS: Yes they speak about them. I’ve been to Yowie country, and I’ve met the keeper of the Yowies. I won’t write about it, because you get smashed. I get smashed enough as it is. I just can’t afford another punch in the face for that one. Do I know they exist? Absolutely. In fact, on one occasion we went into country, and the elders made it clear because they’d been finding all these kangaroos and wallabies with their heads ripped off, because the Yowie is incredibly powerful. They made it clear that if we went on to that country, we had to sing the song of the Yowies before we could get there. He said don’t go in there without that song or they will attack you. There were six of us, and we all sung. None of us questioned for one second what they told us. So yes, it is very much a part of Australia.

We also had big robust people with massive skulls, 1540 cc, and they stood about 6 foot 6, but they’re not Yowies. We had tiny people that were 3 foot high, I’ve got pictures of them, a whole tribe of 150 people smaller than pygmies. Then there are other groups they talk about. My understanding is there’s at least four different types of Original people in Australia still existing to this day. It’s a very common story about the Yowies. But finding them is bloody hard because these guys are masters of deception and camouflage, and they will show themselves when they want to be shown. That’s the only way you’ll see one.

JP: What other stories of the supernatural can you share?

SS: Four days ago an elder rang me up, 4,000 km away. I’d been waiting four weeks for the phone call. I’d just set my 150 rocks into two formations. She rang me up and said, “Been waiting four weeks to ring you, I’m ringing you now because now’s the time to ring.” She said: “You’ve got those rocks in formation right now, haven’t you?” I said, “Yes.” She said, “You’ve got someone sitting inside there haven’t you?” I said, “Yes.” “He’s a good man, he can stay there, pass that on.” And then she hung the phone up. 4,000 km away. How did she know I just took the rocks out an hour before and put them in two circles and joined them up? That, ladies and gentlemen, is what we could do, all of us. I didn’t know that, I can’t do it, and I probably never will because I’m not as wise as they are. My job is to be pragmatic and try to convince people through logic and science it’s true. But I can tell you this now, I swear on a stack of bibles, what I’m telling you is true. That woman rang us up and said, “You’ve got your rocks in formation.” How did she know? She was 4,000 km away. This is what we could be.

Instead what we get is phones where we press buttons and play games. I remember recently I was in a train in Melbourne. I was with a friend and we were lost in the city and we didn’t know where we were going. There were about 80 people in four carriages and no one was talking, not one of them. All they were doing is sitting there pressing buttons, wasting their lives, and going to work and coming back the next day and then going back again. They don’t think they’re slaves, and they don’t think they’re trapped. They are, because they’ve been sucked into this system that’s wrong.

We’re trying to wake people up to the truth of what Original people know. Remember this, I’m not only talking about the Original people [in Australia], there are many people that have this story. We have to look to all our indigenous people because they are the only ones that can save us now. We go down this path [of materialism and technology obsession] and we are done for. We really are. And it’s time for the Original, and they are coming out, believe me, they are coming out.

Aboriginal painting of Baiame, a creator Spirit of the Dreaming, Baiame Cave, Milbrodale, New South Wales.

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teruteruki · 5 years

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MP100 Analysis: Teru’s Sexuality

(Honestly, “Teru’s Sexuality” isn’t what I really wanted to title this, but it was the simplest one I could think of. This analysis mostly focus on Teruki’s feelings for Kageyama and his gay coding. So I guess the extended title would be “MP100 Analysis: Teruki’s Romantic Orientation and His Feelings Towards Mob,” but that one doesn’t roll off the tongue as well.)

Okay, well, it took me a week to prepare for this, but here it is! I apologize for the long wait. Here are some ground rules:

1. I will only be using manga pictures. I am aware of the official art and the anime adding extra scenes. However, the canoncity (canonness?) of such material could be debated since it’s not the source material, but instead derived from it. I don’t want to face debates on me using faulty evidence.

2. Since I am using the manga, there will be HEAVY manga spoilers. Not slight such as “oh, Teru oogles Mob during this arc,” but MAJOR things such as screencaps of the last few arcs. If you’re okay with that, then good! But if you haven’t read the manga, I highly suggest you do that first. (AND that you read it from the beginning!)

3. While I am doing this because I personally believe Teru is gay, please do not take this post as fact/canon. I don’t want this to cause any drama in the fandom. It’s all for fun after all! And on that note, I don’t mind seeing everyone else’s takes on this.

4. As I was writing this I realized that I used “Kageyama” instead of “Mob.” So just to specify: “Kageyama” only refers to Shigeo. “Ritsu” is, well, Ritsu.

With that out of the way, the analysis is under the cut!

I’m planning to cover all aspects of why I believe Teru is gay. For that reason, I’ll be splitting things up into sections. (Otherwise, it’d just be one big jumble of words.) First section

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After Teru’s first defeat, we can clearly see that he’s fixated on Kageyama. Which...in itself is peculiar. He loses a fight to some amazing psychic, has a fever for 3 days, and yet is immediately able to look past it? Hmm...

He has almost immediately adopted Kageyama’s ideals and is even trying to act on them. As soon as he sees Ritsu, he steps in and tries to change the other’s mindset. Just like Kageyama did for him.

There’s also the image of the shining light in the dark. I believe this is a metaphor for Kageyama. It’s clear that Teruki holds him to higher expectations than, really, anyone else, and would definitely see him as a “light,” so to say. This especially works considering Teruki’s speech about “being the light vs being in the light” from when we first met him.

This is a good display of Teruki is already fixated on Kageyama despite not seeing him again.

Then, there is the Ritsu kidnapping arc.

Teruki tries to come along when Kageyama is planning to save his brother. You could argue that it’s only because Kageyama didn’t have a plan ready, but that begs the question as to why Teru should care so much. He has met Ritsu once and said interaction wasn’t exactly under good intentions. This is simply Teru taking an interest in the things Kageyama cares about.

However, there is also his “explanation” for coming along.

But we all know that Teru doesn’t need Kageyama’s help to defeat a group of Claw members. He did it before when he was younger and less experienced. What would stop him from doing it now?

There is also the fact that after Dimple pointed out that Teruki’s help wasn’t much, Teru then went out of his way to refuse financial support among other things. He wanted to do this with Kageyama alone. That’s something that, easily, could be interpreted as an attempt to impress the other.

Teruki has also gone out of his way to track down/talk to Kageyama several times.

The first time there was a viable excuse - he needed to talk to Kageyama about the “fake White T Poison.” However, the other two times he simply wanted to be around Kageyama.

(During this scene, Kageyama was going out shopping. Nothing exactly was wrong, Teru just decided to talk to him.)

(At this time, Teru seemed to simply pick Kageyama out from a crowd again, and partly because the boy was upset. Which - if not due to Teru’s “need” to be close to Kageyama - is due to another point I have.)

Protectiveness

Teru is needlessly protective of Kageyama. Both physically and emotionally.

When Kageyama was panicking over Ritsu’s kidnapping, Teruki didn’t just let him go. But why? Kageyama is one of the strongest psychics he knows. He could most definitely just take down claw with the amount of power he has. Surely the “structure” doesn’t matter.

He also goes out of his way to stick to what Kageyama wants, and even Dimple says that it’s thoughtful. And as we all know, Teru is great at plans and strategy. If he wanted to, he could devise a plan on his own. The only reasons for him letting Kageyama takeover is to: make him happy, see more of his talent, and to make sure Teru sticks to his ideals.

It also speaks to how much Teruki has changed from the beginning. He used to insist that he was the main character, and now here he is, following behind instead of taking the lead. Amazing how just one guy could change him so much.

Teruki continues to take Kageyama’s feelings into account during the entire kidnapping arc. He does it to the point where it slightly inhibits their chances of escape.

Having three psychics to take on the Claw members would help tremendously, but immediately after seeing Kageyama’s worried expression, he backtracks and says they can fight without Ritsu.

And then, after seeing Kageyama unconscious, he starts to panic.

Part of this panic can be explained by Teruki’s shock. He sees Kageyama as some impossible opponent, so the assumption that a Claw member was able to defeat him is possibly earth-shattering. However, that doesn’t exactly explain the clear, genuine relief Teru shows when Kageyama wakes up.

Part of it must be his protectiveness.

Then, during the World Domination arc, Teru actually pleads for Kageyama to turn out alright.

And lastly, during the Final arc, he outright says that he can and will protect Kageyama. (Not to mention that this was after an attempt to comfort Kageyama, because Teru knew something was wrong.)

At the very least, it’s easy to see that Teru cares about Kageyama.

Reactions

A weird subtitle, I know, but I’m referring to how Teruki reacts differently to things concerning Kageyama than to anything else. A good example of this is when Ritsu started to cry. Teru didn’t react at all. He was uninterested, really.

But earlier, when Ritsu and Kageyama were reconciling, he looked blatantly happy.

Same for when Kageyama first woke up. (Posted earlier.)

There was a similar occurrence when they first infiltrated Claw, as well. Teruki was distracted with staring at Kageyama and didn’t notice an enemy until the guy was only a few feet behind him.

And then there’s the time Kageyama mentioned he was getting popular. Teruki’s reaction is vastly different from Ritsu’s.

Ritsu straight up cries tears of joy. He’s happy that his brother is finally getting the recognition he deserves.

But Teruki visibly stops. You could claim it’s because he knows Kageyama isn’t actually popular, but there’s no way to be sure. He hasn’t seen what Kageyama’s school life is like, so he wouldn’t know if girls are actually staring or not. If anything, he believes what Kageyama is saying and seems slighty disappointed.

(He then proceeds to say Kageyama is handsome. Do I even need to touch on that?)

And then we head into the Divine Tree arc. Ironically, I think Teruki’s true feelings shine the most while he’s under hypnosis.

Right off the bat, we know its Teruki’s true feelings because Dimple tells us so. And Dimple has no reason to lie. That’s what this arc is about - 100% truth.

The wording here is something that sticks out. Their relationship, not friendship, not rivalry. In Teru’s eyes, their relationship is either doesn’t fit those labels or is more complicated than that. This makes perfect sense under the premise that Teruki has romantic feelings for Kageyama.

And then, as the arc continues, Teruki keeps putting Kageyama before the Divine Tree.

The focus of the hypnosis is that everyone will put the Divine Tree first. The Tree is supposed to be important enough to them that, apparently, if Kageyama agreed to be the co-founder, it would instantly give him Tsubomi’s love. And yet here we can see that even though Teru is actively fighting over it, the Tree is still an afterthought when he’s talking.

And when Teru is blasted away, we once again see that Kageyama is his priority.

Not even hypnosis could stop his strong feelings.

(And at this time I’d like to say that yes, Dimple said Teru felt respect, but there’s no way to be certain about that. The only one that knows what he felt at that time is himself.)

And finally, the notorious panel set during the epilogue.

Everyone else is seen actively engaging and teasing Kageyama about his crush, but Teruki avoids the conversation. And there is, honestly, no other explanation that makes sense besides Teruki harboring some negative feelings towards the whole Kageyama-Tsubomi circumstance. (We all know it doesn’t take that long to sip some tea.)

Heteronormativity

This section won’t be as screenshot heavy as the other few. That’s partly because this was a section I thought of while writing this post and also because, well, the only screenshots I’d have would be of Teruki before his change in character. (I would also like to give credit to @terumobwiki. His post gave me a good idea of what to write for this section, and without it, I may have left this part out.)

Before meeting Kageyama, Teruki was living the stereotypical “dream life.” He had a girlfriend, was popular in school, great at sports, etc etc. But we clearly see in his flashback (at least, in the manga) that he isn’t actually happy with all this. When he’s being congratulated on his perfect scores, he looks bored or possibly even depressed. A perfect life isn’t what he actually wants. He was just forcing himself to enjoy it.

And then, after Kageyama comes into his life, Teruki isn’t mentioned to have a girlfriend ever again. Which is definitely interesting, considering we blatantly see that he still has fangirls and gets confessions often. It’s clear throughout the show that he still struggles with pride, too, and yet this other key factor of his past self isn’t there. And, unsurprisingly, he seems to be way happier without a girlfriend.

Conclusion: Teruki is gay and has romantic feelings for Kageyama. The evidence is in all the previously mentioned points. And yes, other characters close to Kageyama have some of these traits, but not all four. For example, Ritsu is protective of Kageyama, but he doesn’t go out of his way to stick by his brother, nor does he change his morals to fit the other’s.

And if you don’t think this is what a crush is like, think back to the last one you had. Did you not wish to spend more time with that person? Did you not want to show off in front of them, or instead, wanted to watch them more closely? Did you not react differently around them than compared to others?

Case in point.

#URGH this took forever but hey im finally done!!!!#now i can fuckign uhhhhh relax #for maybe 5 minutes before i dive into writing my claw!teru au lol #post #analysis #terumob #mp100 #mob psycho 100

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Congratulations, KAY! You’ve been accepted for the role of HELENUS. Admin Rogue: I will be honest and say I must have read this app six times since we got it, minimum. There was something about your words that made me want to live in them forever, to tell Hugo all my secrets and let him tell me his. Hugo is so easy to turn saintly or push toward martyrdom, and your Hugo is a good person with all his flaws on display, humanity shining forth so clearly from him that he breaks my heart. He reminds us that sometimes God’s will brings down the crusades; he understands peace the same as he has made war, and Hugo knows the sanctity of blood in how he cannot wash it from his hands. I think I fell a little in love with him in this app, in spite of his Jimmy Buffet obsession, and that’s when I knew we couldn’t go another day without him! Please read over the checklist and send in your blog within 24 hours.

WELCOME TO THE MOB.

OUT OF CHARACTER

Alias | Obiwan Kaynobi

Age | 25

Preferred Pronouns | She/her

Activity Level | I feel like I’m active on the dash at least twice a week, and if I’m not posting replies I’m able to lurk the dash on mobile and plot on discord. But, with the quarantine and finally getting into a rhythm, I think I’ll be able to get on the dash more often!

Timezone | The Twilight Zone jk it’s PST now!

Triggers | REMOVED

How did you find the rp? | One day Pandora showed up in my brain and I couldn’t get rid of her. Now Hugo also lives there with his Catholic guilt and honestly it’s a nightmare.

Current/Past RP Accounts | Here’s Panda’s blog!

IN CHARACTER

Character | Helenus, Hugo Kim. Hu-go, (German); meaning mind. Kim, (Korean); meaning gold, iron.

What drew you to this character? | Honestly, the thing that struck me about Hugo was that he’s the guiding light for so many people - and it’s ironic. He’s the prophet of the people, telling them each Sunday to do well, to be good and then he turns around and commands the other Capulet soldiers to harm others. And honestly, I think there are times that Hugo questions the good word. His hands are stained with blood and it doesn’t matter how many confessions he sits through because they’ll be stained red forever.

I also love that despite his affiliation with the Capulets, he does hold sermons on Sundays. Religion is the one thing that he has left of his parents - his mother - and Cosimo can pry that from his cold, dead hands. There’s a sort of natural confidence Hugo exudes when preaching and it spills over into his missions. In his bio it says, “They flock and he guides them, a SHEPHERD to Cosimo Capulet’s people.” He’s someone that people will listen to regardless of whether he’s leading the mission or not.

But, the one thing that really stood out to me with Hugo is his devotion. Whether it’s to his mother, God, Halcyon, he’s 100% devoted no matter what. He puts the time needed to do a job well done and I think that’s something most people look over with Hugo. There is no person more devoted to the morals he’s bound to than him. It’s something that makes him stand out from the rest of the gang members.

What is a future plot idea you have in mind for the character? |

a. Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. The Cathedral is technically Capulet territory, but Lawernce wandered in one night and let every sin fall from his lips, tethering the two of them together whether the liked it or not. This encounter is something that can and will tear Hugo apart. He’s bound to both the church and the Capulets - neither of which he ever planned on crossing. Watching him struggle between his faiths is something I would love to see happen on the dash.

b. Sister Saint Monica, you’ve got me on my knees. Halcyon, his personal angel sent from Cosimo. She’s his guiding light, his angel of mercy, the one he’ll pray to each night - and I would love to see how far he’s willing to go for her. How much blood will he spill in order to feed the person he sees as a God? And of course, how will that guilt manifest after he’s done it? How often will he find himself on the bathroom floor, shaking and sobbing from the faces that haunt his dreams and the souls that claw at his throat all for the sake of Halcyon?

c. Bathe me in holy water and erase my sins. Killing his own brother is something that Hugo has yet to forgive himself for. The memory of his parents on the floor, the gun in his hand, the sounds coming from his mouth after he pulled the trigger play on repeat in his mind daily. How does he deal with the constant onslaught of this? Does he find himself crying in the confessional over what he’s done or does he simply let the memory play out and avoid thinking about it? It’d also be interesting if another character knew what he did and used it as leverage over him.

Are you comfortable with killing off your character? | As long as he gets to marry Brat first, feel free to kill him. That can be the first and last thing I do with him, please just let him marry them.

IN DEPTH

In-Character Interview:

What is your favorite place in Verona? | We recommend looking at the location page and reading it over to figure out where your character’s favorite place is – if it’s not their own house/room.

He’s positive that the woman across from him expects to hear the Cathedral. But, the stained glass and golden pews have long since turned sour to Hugo. Now, they remind him of blood and guns and the rush of guilt that burns in his throat like bile. He thinks of the theater, how he and Albert used to hide underneath the seats to sneak into a second showing. The library, once a place that he was able to roam without hesitation and devour any book he desired, now stings in his memory since it became off-limits. Finally, the corners of his lips quirk up. “Twelfth Night Museum holds a dear place in my heart. I can’t say much about the attendees who show up at night, but during the day it’s beautiful.”

What does your typical day look like?

Hugo pauses for a moment, mulling over the words before he speaks. He glances at the watch on his wrist, then his shoes, and finally meets the eye of the interviewer. The interview is for a profile on him, a puff piece to lighten the city when all it knows is death and destruction. “Well, it’s Saturday. I host evening mass then head over to Phoenix and Turtle for the bread donation. My days are typically the same, depending on whether or not the farmers market is here.” He graces her with another smile, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. What he leaves out is that his nights are filled with the scent of gun powder and his fingers brushing eyelids shut, a prayer whispered under his breath.

What has been your biggest mistake thus far?

How was he supposed to pick just one mistake? There had been plenty of missteps through the years that would certainly be labeled the worst. The stolen liquor from the bodega, the moans in the backseat of a car, the night he killed Albert. Far too many things have been deemed his biggest mistake. “Even I’m allowed to have secrets.” Hugo glances out the window and watches the couples walk by. They’ll have to try harder than this to get him to reveal what it is. “That one is between me and myself.”

What has been the most difficult task asked of you?

His gut reaction is to say preaching his sermon. The words of the good book that fall from his lips and into the ears of the parish are nothing but lies - but now was not the time nor place to discuss that matter. “There are times I’m asked to stop helping those in need. I have to respect their wishes, but it’s not in my nature to walk away from those who need help.” He thinks of the dying who were left to bleed after he shot at them, of the unfortunate souls who end up injured by falling into debt with them, of the addicts who pump their veins with Theo’s latest experiment and can’t escape the warmth the drug gives them. Ignoring these souls only to have them haunt him later is the most difficult thing he’s done.

What are your thoughts on the war between the Capulets and the Montagues?

He nearly chokes as he takes a sip from the mug. As the interview continued, it seemed as if the questions were diving deeper and deeper into unsafe territory. Perhaps it would’ve been smart to let one of the emissaries approve the list of questions before he arrived. “As a man of God, I can only hope that no more bloodshed happens.” His lips press into a thin line. “Hasn’t our city seen enough?” His answer is honest, one that he never dared utter before now. The war his boss wages against the Montagues is one that he finds despicable. So much has been lost in the names of each family and yet, they continue to take more and more and more.

Extras: Bold of you to assume I don’t have any extras. Here is his mockblog, a Pinterest board, and as always, let me sprinkle some hcs here:

Hugo’s very into the arts. His favorite artist is M.C. Escher.

This man is not straight. Local disaster bi preacher is at your service.

There’s a photo of his parents tucked into his wallet so he’s able to carry them everywhere.

He does yoga whenever he gets the chance.

Hugo’s a huge Jimmy Buffet fan, I’m sorry but it’s true.

He’s also a huge Florence and The Machine fan so it balances out.

More often than not, there’s a bottle of cheap scotch in his chambers in the Cathedral. It’s hidden inside of a hollowed-out Bible.

#accepted #accepted: helenus

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megaboy335 · 5 years

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Mega’s 2019 Top Anime List

Another year of anime has come and gone. This year I ended up watching a lot less due to the over saturation of Isekai and light novel anime, but there was still plenty to enjoy. As usual I consider any show that ended this year as a contender to be on my list. This is simply my opinion and there will be spoilers below.

1) Pokemon Sun & Moon

Starting this list with a show I watched for 3 years, Pokemon Sun and Moon was one of the best experiences I’ve ever had with the Pokemon anime. It took the best aspects of XY and added loose animation to the mix. Ash and friends have never had so much personality as each episode brought the characters to life in new ways with funny facial expressions. As an adaptation of the game, Pokemon SM did better in some areas compared to others. The trials were simplified or restructured to account for Ash’s classmates being trial captains in the game. While the Kahuna battles were spaced out very far apart in the anime. I always thought it was strange that in-between major story battles, Ash barely ever thought about the challenges.

The two major story highlights of the anime are Lusamine’s arc and the Pokemon League. Lusamine’s story was the main plot of SM and it played out almost exactly like the game. Her downfall to her Ultra Beasts obsession and then Lillie knocking some sense back into her mom is still an emotional highlight of the series. In any Pokemon anime, the Pokemon League is what brings meaning to Ash’s entire journey through the region. SM’s league is similar to the game where it’s the first league of the region. The rival pairings and matches were completely predictable, but it ended with two big surprises. First, Ash was actually allowed to win for once (matching your character becoming the first champion in the game), and secondly he had a full 6 v 6 match with Kukui. It spanned 3.5 episodes with Ash’s Litten completing its character arc by reaching its final form during the battle. It was a rare match where both parties are battling it out for fun and it ended with a flashy finale of two hype Z-moves. Pokemon SM will be remembered for its simplicity, yet ambitious approach in always showing something new week after week.

2) Mob Psycho 100 Season 2

Mob-Psycho continues where it left off in season 1. The main protagonists have come away from a battle with Claw and now daily life resumes. This season featured a love story, Reigen’s arc, deeper exploration into psychic powers, and the return of Claw. Just like in season 1, Mob continues to excel in two major areas. First is of course the animation. An average episode of Mob is literally that one stand-out episode of a one cour anime. Psychic power usage is often a reflection of emotions and they are animated in different ways depending on the characters thoughts in a particular scene. There were so many highlights this season that it would be impossible to list them all.

Mob’s second strength is the character writing. In season 1 Mob was a boy struggling to create his own identity. This season Mob actively tries to break out of his shell and become his own unique person. We see this through his efforts with the fitness club, again when he separates from Regien, and again as he shows everyone that having psychic powers is no substitute for personal growth or status. Mob is no longer a timid boy like he was at the start of the series. He can now stand on his own two feet and help others who are struggling to get up. Considering there is still a little more manga left to cover, I can only hope it gets one last season to finish out the story.

3) Kaguya-Sama: Love is War

In order to understand the appeal of Kaguya-Sama, just for a second imagine if Death Note was a romantic comedy. Both of the protagonists are locked into a battle of wits to outsmart the other in the events of daily life. The mere act of choosing a vacation spot, going somewhere, or giving an item to each other suddenly becomes a high stakes duel. Kaguya-sama follows Kaguya herself and Shirogane as they try to avoid being the first to admit their love for each other. The side characters only help to add wildcards to each battle such as Chika being able to change the tide of battle with a single phrase.

I enjoyed seeing how absurd each battle would become week after week. The presentation is simple, yet very effective in this anime. Resources were definitely allocated for use in certain places for maximum impact. The voice acting also helped a ton in selling just how important each battle was in the minds of the characters. Overall, the series knows how to play with your expectations. Some battles turn out as expected, some with a twist, and others end on some kind of middle ground. However, each battle brings them a little closer together. I can’t wait for the next season in April.

4) Run with the Wind

Almost all sports anime revolve around high school students trying to become as good as possible and win nationals before the 3rd years graduate. However, Run with the Wind takes a different approach to this formula. It focuses on a group of college students who, at the start at least, would rather do anything else than run. It takes about half of the show before our group of characters even get on the same page about running. I enjoyed how this anime put us into the heads of each character. Some have personal reasons for not wanting to run, while for others it was something trivial. However, by committing themselves to the team they each gained a new outlook on themselves and those around them. It was quite literally an uphill for the team to reach the level of success they got at the end. The final run brilliantly showed how each character learned from the experience and how the time they spent on the team was a positive life changing moment. Run with the Wind shows that it's never too late to try something new.

5) JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure Part 5: Golden Wind

Jojo is back on the list after an extended break between parts 4 and 5. Compared to previous stories, Part 5 is most similar to part 3. There is a quest to clear and it involves the main group traveling across the land and defeating enemy stand users each step of the way. The differences between part 5 and its previous stories becoming apparent right away. First off, the protagonist is not a traditional Joestar. He is the son of Dio born from when he had Jonathan’s body. Secondly, the group of main characters are not exactly good guys. As mafia members they display a sense of unity, but lack the high integrity of previous Jojo characters. A connection they all share is being looked down upon in society, but placing a place in the world through Bucciarati’s squad.

The aspect that makes or breaks a JoJo story for me is usually the villain. I consider Diavolo to be the weakest of any villain across the various JoJo stories. During the early arcs of the story, Diavolo comes off as an interesting character. He has a mysterious personality and will clearly stop at nothing to keep his identity hidden, including killing his own daughter. The series then adds layer of complexity when we meet his alter ego Doppio. The two personalities are clearly distinctive, but the line between which one is charge can be murky. However, his character intrigue quickly comes crashing down as the final arc fully brings Diavolo into the limelight. The story comes down to who can control the stand arrow, which is a sharp contrast to previous villains who drove the final arc on the back of their eccentric personalities. While JoJo part 5 is still a good anime, it will always come near the bottom of my favorite JoJo parts.

The Year of High Profile Weekly Shonen Jump Anime Adaptations

As the 2016-17 hits from Weekly Shonen Jump have aged up, all of their anime dropped in succession this year. I am a huge fan of the magazine, so here’s a section with some quick thoughts of their anime.

The Promise Neverland - The anime changed the escape arc from a mental battle to a horror series. While animation is definitely better suited to playing with the idea of show don’t tell, the result ended up being telling the story through a different lens. While I appreciated the idea, I feel it came up short. The loss of Posuka Demizu’s art was another major blow to the mood they were trying to create.

Kimetsu no Yaiba - When the manga first began, I never imagined it would become a 1+ Million seller. Ufotable brought their top class digital effects to a manga that at a quick glance would make anyone think it would be the last series to get such treatment. The anime brought a lot to the table and greatly helped to bring the manga to life. It was a great experience from start to finish (episode 19 is a major highlight of the year). I’m looking forward to the upcoming film.

Dr. Stone - Compared to the other Jump anime this year, Dr. Stone’s animation and presentation stuck very close to the manga (if not even inferior to Boichi’s creative spreads at times). The aspect that sold this anime best was the voice cast. They brought so much life into the characters and conveyed the passion each one has for science and learning. I enjoyed seeing Senku create his inventions in animated form.

Bokuben - This might not exactly be considered “high-profile”, but I can’t help but find myself impressed by the anime week after week. It adds a few touches here and there to better tell a cohesive story and occasionally adds a scene or two. I appreciated the heart the anime brought to the series through the seiyuu. Introducing a new seiyuu unit from the cast was also a nice bonus as well.

Best OP/EDs of the year:

1) One Piece Opening 22 - The One Piece anime has changed dramatically under Tatsuya Nagamine. This opening is fast paced and filled with future story teases. It changes the format by cutting the op run time down to 2 minutes and includes clips of the episode. The final sequence of Luffy vs. Kaido always gets me hyped each to watch the episode each week.

2) Mob Psycho II Opening - This opening feels like a natural continuation of the first season opening. It once again showcases how the show is full of creative animation and unusual characters.

3) Mix Opening 1- Mitsuru Adachi is known for his nuanced writing of giving characters the space to convey their thoughts. This opening fully shows these traits through its sequence of character shots that feel like a natural usage of his writing style.

4) Kaguya-Sama Chika Ending - Cute song and amazing choreography. There’s a clear reason why this swept across the internet last winter

5) JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure Part 5 Opening 2 - Not only is Traitor’s Requiem a very cool name for a song for this part of the story, but the plot teases are perfectly timed in the song. The opening animation also kept on giving with the villain version and Giorno later recapturing the opening.

This brings 2019 to a close and another decade comes to an end. As my way of recapping the decade, here is a list of my top shows in each post I have made since I started posting them in 2014:

Space Brothers

Hunter x Hunter

Kill la Kill

Nisekoi

JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure Part 3

Sore ga Seiyuu

Death Parade

JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure Part 3 (Second Half)

Hibike Euphonium

One Punch Man Season 1

JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure Part 4

Mob Psycho 100 Season 1

Yuri on Ice

Konosuba Season 1

Sakamoto Desu Ga?

Miss Kobayashi’s Dragon Maid

Tsuki Ga Kirei

Re:Creators

Ero-manga Sensei

Owarimonogatari (the Monogatari series in general)

Hugtto Precure

A Place Further than the Universe

Yuru Camp

Dragonball Super

S.S.S.S. Gridman

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Mob’s (Justified) Anger

Most of my analyses are more redundant than anything else, but dammit, I just like talking about Mob Psycho, and this is the easiest way to do it. This week’s post goes out to Mob’s anger, and how fucking justified it is.

We see in the beginning of Episode 11 that Mob seems fairly calm, for all the destruction around him, making the comments of, “Ah, there’s a lot of damage,” and so on.

But then he meets the hooligans who are looting the stores.

And at first, he is amicable.

And he’s trying to act diplomatic, as we would expect from Mob. But then the hooligans do this:

I find it interesting that we don’t see a full shot of Mob’s face in this sequence. Until now:

Boy’s pissed. And we see exactly how pissed he is seconds later.

Holy shit. He’s mad.

I wasn’t really thinking about it when the episode started, but let’s put this all into context. Mob’s day started with him working on the marathon and losing, then walking home and finding it burnt to a crisp and the supposed dead bodies of his family lying on the ground, hands clawing up towards him. Mob loses it, he goes to find information, and he finds nothing. He’s given a small moment of respite with the reassurances of Reigen and Dimple and falls asleep, but the moment he wakes up, he finds another Claw member trying to beat the shit out of the Body Improvement Club. Then, when Dimple fills him in on all the details, he finds out that the Claw organization has used its powers to kill and injure thousands of citizens, and we finally meet him at this moment. Him watching the lowest of the low in Claw cackling amidst the destruction, looting an innocent grocery store, for their own selfish gain.

Mob has every right to be pissed. So he gives them a lecture, taking Reigen’s words to heart (if you listen hard enough, you can hear me screaming in joy 3000 miles away, stranded in the Arizonian desert):

Can I get an “oh fucking hell” in chat? Screenshots don’t do it justice; the voice-acting, the musing that coincides is just beautiful, and perfectly illustrates the fact that Mob is fucking pissed.

Also, I love this touch:

Boy’s so pissed he’s taking the concrete with him.

The episode progresses further on, with Shimazaki getting the shit kicked out of him at the final moments (can I get a “hell yeah” in chat for Reigen’s dumbass “self-defense” attack), and Shimazaki admits that he cares little about world domination, and instead only cares about “having fun.”

Holy fuck, man. No wonder Shimazaki books it outta there. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Mob so angry.

We basically reach this point where we realize that Mob’s done with Claw. Every encounter he’s had with Claw has ended in mayhem, and now innocent people are suffering for it. I think the catalyst was the trauma of seeing his family “dead” in the house, but now, we see the slow, painful progression of Mob’s rage. Toichiro has been nothing but a plague to Mob. He’s hurt his friends, his family, and people he doesn’t even know, and he’s sick of it.

I cannot wait to see the next episode. Toichiro’s gonna pull one last move that just tips him over the fucking edge, and I’m so damn excited for it.

#this concludes this week's meta #mp100 #mp100 s2 spoilers #shigeo kageyama #mp100 shigeo #mob psycho 100 #my boy's pissed #spiteful musings #shimazaki #suzuki toichiro #lmao y'all ready for claw to try to fucking kill reigen again

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littlehastingsliar · 5 years

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Wendigo

Request:

Hi sunshine! Okay I love your work really, especially the Teen Wolf Imagines (tbh I've watched the whole last season in a day) would you be interested in writing a Theo x Reader, where Theo discovers that his gf is a wendigo? Like she's a total badass, and they love each other, but one day he finds her eating a still bleeding heart, with blood everywhere? White eyes, sharp teeth, whole package, even antlers if she has been hungry for a while (and she had disappeared for days) Thank you, ily!

A/N: if you’re still reading teen wolf imagines then I’ve finally got round to doing this request! I’ve taken a couple of years out of writing and have come to realise It’s what I enjoy J feel free to request anything, even if it takes me a while all your prompts are greatly appreciated!

p.s I had to do some research on wendigo’s so some stuff might not conform to the way teen wolf did it, and I changed it so that Theo has an interest in you, not that you’re already dating xx

Warning: gore, violence, lil smut

Words: 1349

The folklore surrounding wendigo’s gave you trouble wherever you went. Not everyone had heard of the Native American myth but the symptoms of being a wendigo certainly produced problems, forcing you to deal with hounding police and the mobs that seem to form, on a hunt to find a killer- you. Of course you weren’t killing by choice, you needed to. The desire for human flesh ran through your veins, worsening with every pump of your own beating heart. If you didn’t find a meal, something much worse would happen, and you figured one death was better than ten.

Moving around landed you in beacon hills and eventually the McCall pack. They were shocked to find that you were a wendigo but you brushed their initial concerns off, after all, wendigo’s are much stronger than werewolves.

In the end you warmed to them. You wouldn’t call them friends but they helped you, getting bodies from the morgue for you to feast on. But it wasn’t fresh.

“you seem anxious” Theo, a member of the McCall pack stared at you as you tucked into the slab of meat he’d delivered. You took a bite using a fork. The meat wasn’t bad but it had a slight sourness to it. You winced slightly at the growling in your stomach that wouldn’t calm.

“I’m just hungry” you replied, waving off any insinuation that you were less than ok. Accepting your response Theo took a seat opposite you, intrigued at the way your teeth pulled apart the raw flesh.

“I read up on wendigo’s, you have to eat human flesh to become one, so the lore says” he was digging into your past, something you had never talked about with any of the pack, after all, it wasn’t their business.

“I didn’t just eat someone if that’s what you’re thinking” you replied with a slight laugh, unsure whether to tell the wolf. He tilted his head at your comment, trying to decipher whether you were telling the truth or not. “I was born this way. My family lived up in the north, in the cold mountains. That’s where wendigo’s normally reside. We aren’t pack creatures so it was just me, my parents and my 3 brothers. I didn’t like the way my father hunted so I left.” Theo opened his mouth to ask more questions but you’d said enough, you didn’t need people to know your past, that’s not how you worked. To silence him you stood up, excusing yourself to go wash your hands in the bathroom.

The cool water felt hot against your skin as you stood watching the way your hands seemed to glisten underneath. At first dead bodies were enough, but after weeks of eating it, the craving inside was no longer being satisfied. You glanced up in the mirror, your eyes looking hollower than before. The symptoms had been getting gradually worse, you knew you needed to hunt.

Hunting was always tricky, you tried to choose people who wouldn’t be missed and people who had done something wrong, so you could tell yourself you were serving some type of justice. The first night you hunted you came close, stalking your prey round the city streets for a few miles, but they met up with a friend. Rule number 1: only hunt lone prey that was something your father had taught you.

The second night you decided to take a different approach, you headed to a more seedy area of town, an area where people only really go to gamble, take drugs and hire women for the night. A perfect place to find someone who’s done something wrong or won’t be searched for. Immediately you spotted someone selling drugs, not even hiding what they were doing. You knew there was probably more to his story but it didn’t matter. He was the one.

Your dark clothes allowed you to stalk in the shadows unseen as he made his way to his next sale. The night vision that came with your curse let you to follow him with ease. Luckily this sale was in a dark alleyway. “Perfect” you thought, a smirk forming on your lips as you felt your skin tighten around your bones at the thought of the kill. You watched as his customer approached and left. Your claws shot out of your hands as you pounced, ripping open his throat in one swing so he couldn’t scream. It was messy but effective as he collapsed to the ground, eyes wide and meeting yours which were glowing a haunting white back at him, the last thing he’d ever see.

Wasting no time, you took his top and coat off, giving you better access to what you wanted. Clawing a line down the centre of his chest caused blood to ooze out, a sign of a fresh kill, not the old, stale meat you’d been having from the morgue.

You leant down, sinking your teeth into the flesh, not being able to resist. Next you reached your hand deep into his torso, the other holding open the incision you had made. You’d created the perfect meal, the still beating heart smelling so sweet.

You ate it slowly, leaning over the dead body, blood dripping down your chin. It was at that moment you saw a figure ahead of you. You’d been too engrossed in the kill, the world around you had ceased to exist.

“I knew something wasn’t right” instead of a panicked response or a scream like you were expecting, a sly comment was made by a voice you recognised well. Theo stepped out of the shadows, eyes yellow to match your white ones. You decided to carry on with your meal, the pack had told you enough about Theo’s past to know if he judged you, you could fire right back at him. Instead of a snide remark he crouched in front of you, again fascinated by the way you ate. You finished the heart, and as you did, stood up over your slaughter. Proud.

“You following me now Raeken?” you weren’t sorry, you weren’t ashamed. You needed to feed, you had no control of it. He sniggered, stepping over the body so he was looking directly down at you. Without saying anything he pushed you against the wall, his lips meeting yours. It might’ve been the power you showed or the way you didn’t care what anyone thought. You were shocked but kissed him back. He kissed down your neck, teeth sinking in as he drew your blood this time, mocking you almost. It drove you crazy. Your hands had already gone under his shirt, feeling his chest with your blood soaked hands. He wasted no time, the wolf clearly more in control than the human when he spun you round so your chest was against the wall. His chest was pressed against your back, allowing you to feel his quickly beating heart against you.

He slipped a hand into your jeans, triggering a moan to escape your lips. This isn’t how you’d imagined the night would go but with a full stomach, and full strength you weren’t going to let him play with you. You were going to be in control.

You switched the positions, but instead of the wall you threw him on the floor, right next to the dead body. Fear flickered across his face as he wondered if he was going to end up the same way. You licked the blood off his upper body, trailing down to his belt which you undid slowly, enjoying a slow torture rather than a quick kill.

The body and smell of decay no longer bothered Theo, the feeling of your tongue on his skin overwhelmed his senses. You continued to trail down, until you reached where he wanted you to go. But you stopped, leaning up so you were face to face. You could see the lust on his features, silently begging you to continue.

“I don’t appreciate being tracked” you smiled sweetly, giving him one more bloody kiss before racing off into the darkness.

#cody christian #theo #theo reaken imagine #theo raeken preference #theo raeken #teen wolf #teen wolf preferences #teen wolf imagine #Scott McCall #mccall pack #pack imagine

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mustdang-100 · 7 years

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Shifting Perspectives

Mob Psycho 100 Fanfiction

How many espers does it take to rescue one abducted conman?

Months after the events of the World Domination arc, Reigen disappears sometime between leaving the office and after-work plans. Serizawa finds himself the unwilling leader of a bunch of former Claw members and a couple of stubborn teenagers, determined to get Reigen back.

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Chapter 1 Reigen swung his legs down from where they’d been propped up on his desk and stared, flabbergasted, at Serizawa. "What do you mean, you ‘thought it was cute!?’ That spirit had three rows of teeth! And I would know, I got the best look at them!" Serizawa came out of his reverie with a start, nearly dropping his mug, instantly apologetic. "It, it was just so small… I was just wishing I’d come up with another way to stop it, but I didn’t have time for anything but an exorcism when it went straight for your face!” Serizawa sputtered. Reigen continued to stare at him, now merely projecting indignation to hide his growing amusement. “It was fluffy! And, and pink!" Serizawa flushed. "I like pink." Reigen couldn’t hold back; he burst into laughter, putting his own mug down before he could slosh tea all over his desk. Serizawa flushed a deeper shade of red, ducking his head a little, but Reigen still saw his small, sheepish grin. “You’ve been spending too much time with Matsuo lately, to start thinking of them as cute,” Reigen said, wiping at his eyes as his laughter finally died down.

It was almost six p.m., approaching closing time at the Spirits & Such office, and Reigen was procrastinating on completing some insurance forms to chat with Serizawa over tea. A leisurely teatime had become something of an end-of-the-day ritual for them over the past few weeks, ever since Serizawa’s break from classes meant he was able to stay at the office until closing. Reigen found the ritual comforting – and had been chagrined to realize just how much he enjoyed having the company. If he was honest with himself, he was secretly resenting the day when night classes started back and he would lose this time to Serizawa’s other interests and school friends. Less selfishly, though, he’d been pleased that the extra time Serizawa spent at the office meant Reigen could watch even more of his ongoing transformation from the timid and insecure man he’d started as to the quiet, confident professional he was becoming. Reigen had recently even been encouraging him to deal directly with the customers – though never without his being there, of course. Reigen considered himself quite necessary to this business, particularly when a client’s problems weren’t actually spiritual in nature. And whenever something got complicated in an actual exorcism, he was there to smooth it over. He and Serizawa had fallen into a pattern, one that resembled less that of an employer and employee and more that of a partnership: the businessman who got the jobs and the esper who completed them. It was… nice. Reigen thought he might even be able to call Serizawa a friend – but he’d been wrong before. And he didn’t want to jinx it. You had to take jinxes seriously in his profession. “Reigen? What are you looking at?” Reigen focused his eyes to find that’s he’d been staring straight into Serizawa’s puzzled face for the past however many minutes. He blinked. “Oh, sorry! I was thinking about something else.” He realized belatedly that the other man was packing up in preparation to leave. Serizawa’s emptied mug sat on his own desk, the surface streaked with a pattern of yellow-orange lines from the light of the setting sun filtering through the blinds. “Right, ‘bout that time, isn’t it.” Reigen drained the rest of his own lukewarm cup and stood to stretch, joints popping. He asked, casually, “You doing anything interesting tonight?” Serizawa snapped his bag closed. “Oh, I’m getting drinks with Minegishi and Koyama and them – the usual bunch.” Reigen felt the sinking feeling in his gut that tended to rear its ugly head every time Serizawa mentioned hanging out with his friends, either from school or, increasingly lately, some of the other former Claw members. It was stupid. Reigen was glad Serizawa was building healthy relationships and integrating himself back into society. He really was; in fact, he was incredibly proud of the progress Serizawa had made after being so shut off for most of this life, and then horrifically misled, and even, Reigen suspected, emotionally abused. But there was still a small, terrible part of him that whispered, nastily, that Serizawa was now actually fitting into society better than he himself did, and just what did that say about the sad state of his own life? He was being petty, and jealous, and awful. He knew it. Which, really, had to be a sign that he was improving – he’d learned his lesson about trying to manipulate people into spending time with him with his mistakes with Mob, and now recognized the inclination when it appeared. He fought it by being twice as encouraging. “Sounds like fun! You’ve really been spending a lot of time with them lately, huh? Probably good for you all, like… a Claw recovery group or something-” “Actually, I was, uh, going to ask you, if you’d like to join us?” “Oh!” Reigen paused to school his expression into one of only minor interest, even as excitement bubbled up in his chest. “Ah, well, I do have some plans for this evening, of course, but really it’s nothing important, I can probably rearrange… uhh, although-” Reigen remembered something slightly awkward. “Do you think it’s been enough time that they’ve gotten over the… misunderstanding about my psychic abilities..?” Serizawa’s face broke into a grin that he quickly tried to hide with his hand. “Yes, don’t worry it’s all fine. Once they got over their anger at being tricked, they decided that tricking them so thoroughly was a talent by itself, not to mention all the things you’ve therefore managed to accomplish without psychic powers. They chalked it all up to your extraordinary leadership abilities and by the end of it were just twice as impressed. And,” Serizawa added, blushing again for no reason that Reigen could see, “I think they’d be happy to see you again.” Reigen stood a little straighter. “Well, that’s, that’s good. Very good. I mean, I am rather impressive… ok then. So, yes. Drinks. Happy to join you! Just gotta, finish up some paperwork and stuff, and, yeah I’ll, I’ll meet you there.” Serizawa beamed. Reigen blinked, caught completely off-guard. That was a rare expression from his nervous employee, and it was… like the sun coming out. He almost – almost – told Serizawa that the smile looked good on him, or something similarly unforgivably cheesy, before shoving the reckless inclination aside. But that grin begged for a response, and he couldn’t help but give a half smile in reply. Once Serizawa had left, Reigen scrambled to finish up the paperwork – it really did have to be sent before tomorrow, damn it all. Once it was sloppily signed, scanned, and faxed, he stepped into the bathroom. Reigen eyed himself critically in the bathroom mirror. Drinks. With a coworker. Or, employee – whatever. With a friend? A friend, and his friends. The suit he had on was probably okay for that, right? Or should he change? He had a spare suit stashed in his desk – but then he’d just be changing one very similar suit for another, that was stupid. He had another tie somewhere though, a darker one, more suited for a night out… No, no, then Serizawa would know that he’d bothered to overthink this enough to change what he was wearing, and- He took a breath. Which is exactly what you’re doing, overthinking. This is just some casual, after-work drinks, with a coworker who might be a friend, and some other acquaintances. Er, most of whom had tried to harm either himself or one of the teenagers in his care on at least one occasion, and that detail somehow managed to be at the bottom of his pile of worries- Stop. Deeper breath. One last look in the mirror to check his hair, which looked the same as it always did, and he turned to march out the door. Just be… casual. Breezy. Yeah, breezy. Smooth. He tripped on the rug on his way out the door. *** Serizawa tapped his fingers anxiously against his glass, glancing at his watch before taking an automatic sip of his water. “So ya finally asked ‘im?” Koyama slapped Serizawa on the back in congratulations as he slumped into an empty seat at their usual table, tucked into the back of the dive bar. Serizawa let out a small noise, both in protest and in reaction to the rather forceful hit; Koyama tended to forget his strength in his enthusiasm, and he fancied himself a matchmaker. Serizawa felt his cheeks grow warm for what must have been the dozenth time that day. “Just… just to join us for drinks! You know, like, like friends! Not, um, not like that. I told you, I still don’t know if he’s interested that way!” Koyama grinned hugely anyway, raising his eyebrows suggestively, before taking a long pull from his beer bottle. It was true – Serizawa found it incredibly difficult to tell what Reigen really felt about anyone. No, that was a lie; to anyone who spent any amount of time around him, Reigen was obvious about who he genuinely liked, and who he was just pretending to be nice to. Serizawa was just still uncertain about whether Reigen felt anything more towards him than simple friendship. At first he’d blamed himself for this, thinking it was his own lack of social skills that clouded his ability to determine how other people felt. But the more he’d interacted with other people, the more he’d come to suspect that that was just the way Reigen was; someone who talked a lot, but usually about nothing deeper than surface-level, especially his feelings concerning other people. No, you had to watch Reigen’s actions to know for sure how he felt. And Serizawa had been watching. He watched the way Reigen acted towards clients, and the teenagers he cared for, and he knew for a fact that it was different than how Reigen acted around him. And not to mention those moments he couldn’t quite describe, when perfect camaraderie that led to a tension in the air that seemed very… “more than just friends”-esque. Asking him to join the group for drinks was his first active step towards confirming just how Reigen felt about him; how did Reigen react to him, compared to other friends his own age, outside of work hours… Serizawa shook himself back to the present. “Stop teasing him, Koyama,” Sakurai was saying from the other side of their usual table in the back of the dimly-lit bar, adjusting his glasses while peering down into his gin & tonic. “He’s nervous enough as it is. He’ll ask Reigen when he’s ready, or not.” “I’m just sayin’!” Koyama spoke louder to be heard over the pop song that began blaring overhead, “He’s really beating around the bush here! Just ask ‘im out, he’ll say yes or no, and you can move on!” “Not everyone is as blunt as you, you ass,” Tsuchiya chimed in, tapping her emptied bottle against Koyama’s head good-naturedly as she stood up to grab another beer from the bar. Minegishi was the only one who did not offer his opinion, slowly stirring his mostly-full drink with a straw, eyes flicking from person to person as they contributed to the conversation. Probably because he had expressed his opinions on the matter to Serizawa before. One of the longest friendships that Serizawa had ever experienced, and the only member of the former Super Five he’d really stayed in touch with, Minegishi was also the most critical of Serizawa’s pursuing anything more than friendship with Reigen. Only a week before, Minegishi’s snide comments had finally driven Serizawa to ask him why he felt so negative about him turning his and Reigen’s relationship into something more. “To be completely honest, I… am concerned about the sincerity of your feelings towards Reigen.” “W…what!? What do you mean?” “I know you believe they are genuine, but…” A pause. “Reigen hired you to work for his business just as you were cut loose into a world that frightened you, floundering for a new purpose. I worry that you’ve formed an attachment to him due to his helping you through a time when you were vulnerable, and you are misinterpreting your gratitude towards him as something deeper, more meaningful. That could produce an uneven balance of power in a romantic relationship, which is unhealthy, and could lead to you resenting him later.” Minegishi knew Serizawa about as well as anyone did. But despite mellowing since leaving the clutches of Claw, he could still be incredibly pessimistic. Serizawa knew Minegishi was wrong about him and Reigen, but had stumbled over his words, unable to express just how well they worked together, how he was sure there was something more there. Eventually, they’d had to agree to disagree. But Serizawa knew that if he and Reigen started dating Minegishi would be watching them, looking out for any warning signs. He supposed, sighing heavily, that he should be grateful to have friends who cared so much. “So,” Tsuchiya asked as she slid back into her seat, fresh bottle in hand, “…when is he gonna get here?” Serizawa checked his watch again. It had now been over an hour since he’d arrived. “I’m sure he’ll be here any minute now.” *** Reigen was running late. When the almost-unintelligible voice came over the train speakers yet again, announcing their second delay of the night, he cursed loudly. The woman sitting next to him with a young child in her lap turned to look at him disapprovingly, covering her child’s ears. Oh, don't be so overdramatic. No way kids that young understand words like- The toddler turned her pigtailed head to look over at Reigen, smiling cherubically, and opened her mouth. “Fuck!” She gleefully bounced up and down, repeating the word. The mother glared at him with murder in her eyes. Reigen decided it might be best if he just walked the rest of the way to the bar. He was pretty confident that he knew the way, and at this point it’d probably be no slower than waiting for the train – not to mention the lowered risk of homicide. *** Reigen was lost. He examined the map on his phone again, following the path through virtual streets with one finger. When he thought he had it memorized he tucked the phone back into his pocket and strode confidently down the street. He was determined to follow the map from memory; he didn’t want to look like one of those people who had to follow their phones every step of their route. Despite the cooling evening air, he’d begun to sweat at his brisk pace. Of course. The sweat really wasn’t that unusual for him though; Serizawa probably wouldn't even notice. Maybe the other espers wouldn’t either… Who all had Serizawa said would be there? He couldn’t remember. Some from the former Seventh Branch, for sure – he found he was actually somewhat eager to see them again. He’d been weirdly proud of them when they’d shown up out of nowhere to band together and fight against the organization they’d once been a part of. I mean, Claw had gone after them first, but he liked to think he’d been a good influence on their decision to rejoin non-esper society- A car he hadn’t heard coming up behind him pulled up next to the curb. Reigen stepped back in surprise, all thoughts of espers jolted from his mind. The driver window rolled down to reveal a dark-haired woman, smiling at him just a little sheepishly. “Excuse me, sir? We’re looking for the closest train station to drop my husband off, any chance you could point us in the right direction?” Reigen liked to be helpful, but halted his automatic response, taking a another hesitant step back from the car and the woman inside it. Something seemed… off. The sedan was a relatively new model, but not too pricy, and dark in color; the textbook definition of ‘inconspicuous.’ Except that the vibe the blandly-smiling woman gave off was just a bit wrong; her eyes were too intense for her mild expression. Reigen’s mirror-perfect reflection in the windows heightened his nervousness. They were tinted darker than was legal, as demonstrated by the complete lack of light penetrating through the windows from the closest streetlamp. A light source which, now that he bothered to notice, was a little further away than he was really comfortable with… He glanced up to see that they were in a gap between streetlight coverage – the bulb in the light that was helpfully right overhead was almost burnt out, emitting only a dim orangey-yellow light that traveled no further than top of the streetlight pole. Reigen almost laughed as his heart rate sped up, responding to a rush of adrenaline. You’ve got to be kidding me… Okay. Either you’ve been watching way too many terrible crime shows and are completely overthinking this, or these are literally the lamest bad guys ever. He heard someone coming up behind him, and whirled to face them. Mid-turn, every muscle in his body erupted into excruciating pain. Reigen hit the ground, spasming; the impact of skin and joints on asphalt barely registered amidst the full-body agony. He could barely think, his brain forming nothing coherent but for an endless string of please stop please stop stop stop hurts hurts HURTS. Was he even breathing? The pain went on, and on, and on, seconds becoming an eternity… And then it stopped as instantly as it had begun. Reigen slumped limply against the ground at the sudden relief. His brain started working again. Someone – or multiple someones – were looming over him. And he was fairly certain he’d just been tasered. Well, that’s a new one for the books. They say life should be full of new experiences. The part of his brain not occupied with witty commentary was screaming at him to shut up. You are in a terrible position, you are surrounded and you must get up, get up get up get up. He tensed his muscles, preparing to spring up fighting, but never got the chance. He felt a needle prick his neck. In seconds, everything went dark.

#mob psycho 100 #mp100 #serirei #mp100 fanfiction #my fics #fanfiction #so i finally got over some of my writers block #and this is what came out #ta daaa #long post #shifting perspectives

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lonestorm · 8 years

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The Inugami - Chapter 6

Summary: When Kagome Higurashi moved to the bad side of Chicago to help with her grandfather’s restaurant, she expected chaos. Being thrown into a fake gang, caught in the middle of a drug war and grudge that stretches centuries back in time, befriending a grumpy half demon along with a ragtag bunch of three other misfits… wasn’t exactly what she had in mind. High school AU. Inukag.

Rating: T (some language)

Pairings: Inukag, Mirsan

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5

**Also on ff.net here.

“They’re probably in the basement,” muttered Inuyasha, gripping the steel handle.

The door creaked ominously as they stepped inside. Sure enough, the upper level was empty, their boots clomping against the ground in a way that proved Inuyasha didn’t care for being inconspicuous.

Noticing Sango brush up against her side, Kagome looked up just as she felt something being slipped into her hand; a long switchblade. Kagome gave her a subtle, grateful nod as they walked on.

From the fact that there were no members guarding the stairs, Kagome figured Naraku was either overconfident or a fool. She had a suspicion that it was the former.

Breathing out deeply in attempt to control the fear that was making her hands and knees tremble, Kagome gripped the switchblade more tightly. They’d reached a back door with concrete steps, and Inuyasha stepped without hesitation towards the first. Swallowing, she gripped the railing before almost bumping into Inuyasha’s back. He’d turned to look at her, and she remembered his hatred of the smell of fear.

“S-sorry,” she muttered, trying to push it down where it collected in a lump in her throat. She was the one that had insisted on coming, and the last thing she wanted to do was burden them with her own terror. She pictured a purifying light passing through her whole body, a wall of light that pushed out any fear left over. It… didn’t help that much, but she tried to think so.

Inuyasha stepped back up onto her stair. Instead of scolding and criticizing her for coming along at all, he instead reached out as if he couldn’t stop the movement of his hand. He slid warm touch from her shoulder to the small of her back, up again before he squeezed her shoulder one last time. His fingers were like fire across her body, though she was covered with many layers of clothing. She’d never seen him touch anything so gently before. Then he tightened his jaw, turned his face to stone, and marched on down the long stairway.

“What the hell was that?” Sango muttered, staring at where Inuyasha had touched her with genuine surprise and interest.

Kagome didn’t bother to answer, not knowing herself, but Miroku just shook his head with a knowing smile. “Told you, didn’t I? Total softie.” And he walked in front of Kagome.

Great--now she had more of a problem with the shock and racing heart than fear. Well, maybe it was better that way. But now she was distracted, for up had risen the unbidden memory of how close he’d been in the kitchen today, leaning over her with hazy eyes and hands clenched on her as if he never intended to remove them.

This is so not the time, she groaned mentally. Steeling herself and taking a last, deep breath, she followed after the two boys, who had almost reached the bottom of the steps.

The sight that met her at the bottom was a mob, a mass of people that filled nearly all of the hangar-sized basement. The air was damp and thick with must, sweat, and reaching hands pleading for their next fix. The Spiders’ eyes were sunken, ringed with shadow on their gray faces tinged with green. Why hadn’t she noticed how sickly they’d been looking at school the past days? It seems all of them had run out of the drug that kept them tethered to a sick and sad existence. Looking at their weak forms, it actually seemed likely that the Inugami could come out on top; the members looked about ready to keel over as it was.

None seemed to even notice as they came down and attached instantly to the back of the horde. Instead of worrying of being seen, the Inugami fixed their sights on the man standing on a platform at the end of all these people, boxes of his drug piled up behind and beside him. Naraku… it could only be him, grinned at the clamoring crowd like a giant spider viewing a mass of flies struggling in his web. She found herself instantly nauseated.

He wasn’t ugly, of pale and elegant face with dark, lidded eyes that promised darkness and pleasure. His long, dark, wavy hair spilled down his back like a waterfall of ink, blending into his black trench coat. His collar was up, curving with his delicate neck and cheekbones. But it was an infected sort of beauty, like dark, shimmering oil spilling into pure water. She shuddered.

Hearing a low growl beside her, she turned her gaze to see Inuyasha with amber eyes wide and trained solely on the man on the platform. There was a hatred alight and passionate in his eyes, so intense that she had to look away with a shiver. His ears were flattened, teeth bared and chest moving up and down as if he’d run down the stairs rather than walked. His clawed hands shook.

Not knowing what else would help, but desperate not to lose him to this raging emotion he was experiencing, Kagome slipped her hand into his and gave a squeeze. The boy froze instantly, other than a sort of tremor that ran through him. He was staring at her now, eyes wider if possible, and she wondered why he had to make such a big damn deal about it… she flushed. She was just trying to calm him down, for heaven’s sake!

So she clarified with a whisper, “Calm down. You need to focus.”

His throat worked. “Y-yeah. Yes. Okay.”

She didn’t really feel like letting go, needing comfort herself, so she didn’t. Besides… his hand was big, and unbelievably strong. It made warmth tingle through her.

“My faithful, fellow Spiders!” Naraku called above the begging and hissing and murmurs. All other sounds instantly ceased at his voice, which may have caused his grin as he continued, “I am delighted to see you all once more. I see you have gotten the hang of our coding system well, and you shall be rewarded for your loyalty. But first, our monthly meeting to discuss the climate out on the streets.”

The Spiders all must fear him very much to not rush up and try to take the drugs right away, Kagome thought.

“Disgusting bastard,” Inuyasha muttered.

And when Kikyo stepped out from behind a few boxes, ethereal and statuesque as ever, Inuyasha dropped her hand in surprise and unwavering attention.

For some reason, it made her chest burn with a coiling and snarling heat. Kagome slipped her hand back into her sleeve and clenched her fist; maybe that’s why. Kikyo was up there, with Inuyasha’s arch enemy, and yet he was gazing at her like she was the only star in the sky. Kikyo wasn’t standing beside him, fighting to defeat this horrible man. Kagome was.

She doesn’t deserve his admiration. She ignores him. She hasn’t stood by him. Not like I have-

Kagome stopped herself right there, shaking her head quickly to clear it. Since when did such petty thoughts plague her? It was none of her business, and she didn’t know Kikyo well enough to judge her situation. Surely the woman had her reasons, and was a victim in this. What did she care how Inuyasha cared for Kikyo? He could do what he wanted with his own, messed up love life. It didn’t involve Kagome.

But that thought just pulled her back to earlier that afternoon, when he’d come so close to kissing her that she’d forgotten how to breathe, and may have forgotten how to stand if he hadn’t had her pressed firmly up against the counter. His cheek in her hand had been so soft, and she wondered if his lips would have been-

Shitshitshit no! Stop! Not the time! Never the time! Kagome closed her eyes to clear her mind once more. It is never my place to wonder such things. He’s my friend. The best friend I’ve ever had. He was just caught in the moment of hormones. I’m simply flustered and I don’t have time for that right now.

But the thought of someone using her as an outlet to ease their sexual frustrations did nothing but tick her off.

Go away, feelings.

And for the time being, it worked.

Naraku continued with his speaking. “The Wolves have attacked several groups of our members, fighting for the western border of our territory. I expect you to be defending and attempting further expansion.”

She’d never seen a gangster in a movie speak with such professionalism, but then again, as a half demon, Naraku was very old.

There were murmurs of “Yes, sir” across the crowd before he raised his hands again. “Also.” His grin was enough to make her want to turn back. “I hear this little tiny band that call themselves the Inugami are still determined to destroy us. Is that little, temper-driven halfbreed still cursing my name?”

Kagome grabbed his arm to stop him from moving forward. Still, that man had some nerve to call Inuyasha ‘halfbreed’ with such malice when he himself was half demon as well.

“Yes, sir,” one of the members near the front said, voice echoing. “They have not attacked in offense, though, sir.”

“Still, their pathetic quest has become quite irritating,” sighed the drug lord.

“Would you like us to eliminate them, sir?” another one asked, sounding grossly eager.

“No,” mused Naraku, contemplating with one, long-fingered hand twirling some hair and the other around Kikyo’s waist. “I want you to break them… break him.”

“What?” Sango muttered behind her.

“The halfbreed constantly with that one girl, isn’t he? The new one. Isn’t it obvious? You don’t kill her… but feel free to attack that one, have your way with her, if you wish, boys.”

Kagome unconsciously took a step back, fear lodging in her throat. Inuyasha made a strangled sound between a snarl, gasp, and whimper. His arm instantly shoved her behind him, where the rest of her friends surrounded her in a tight circle.

And like she’d been dreading, he shouted impulsively in a ringing voice across the room, “Over my mangled, dead body, you slimy son of a bitch!”

The Spiders had a collective gasp, looking behind them in quick succession to see an angry half demon ready to tear their throats out. But Naraku, she saw over Inuyasha’s shoulder, was only smiling. “Ah, I wondered if that would finally get you to say something. Uncharacteristically quiet, you were, Inuyasha.”

“Inuyasha?” Kikyo spoke quizzically from within Naraku’s tight grip.

“Kikyo…” he breathed back.

Kagome squirmed uncomfortably at his gentle tone.

“Ugh,” Sango said, “Sorry, man. Don’t ship it.”

“Agreed,” Shippo sighed. “Ugh.”

“Shut up, you,” Inuyasha barked back at them.

Naraku cocked his head, not looking in the least bit intimidated. “What exactly is your intention today, halfbreed? Did you come to… fight me? Five of you? How utterly adorable.”

Chuckles spread throughout the Spiders, and Kagome heard the telltale sounds of switchblades snapping from their shandles.

Inuyasha only growled, and Naraku continued, “Simply because you have a few allies, you think you can defeat me now? If even your full demon brother could not, what makes you think you could, with that disgusting sentimental value you hold onto your humanity with? Poor little Inuyasha, rejected in love all his life, thinking vengeance can ease his loneliness? And here you come, walking into an army without hope to-”

Naraku was halted by the firing of a gun and his cry of pain and surprise as bolts of electricity shook his body and sent him sprawling to the platform.

Mouths hanging open, the group spun to look at Sango, who was calmly reloading her long-distance taser handgun.

Finally, she looked up. “What? I hate monologs.”

They were possibly shocked even more out of their skins when Miroku grabbed her face in his hands and kissed her right on the mouth. He held her close and kissed her for only a few moments before he released her with a simple grin. “I’m stupidly in love with you. Let’s go kick ass.”

“I officially don’t know what’s happening anymore,” Shippo stated.

“Chaos,” Inuyasha answered with a grin before launching forward. The rest took off after him (Sango stumbling slightly in a daze). No one had taken out a gun in fear of shooting their comrades. Spiders came, but were so weak from withdrawal that a single trip maneuver would send them crashing down and unable to get up. Kagome realized that this was Naraku’s miscalculation; the weakness he thrust upon his own forces, and something Inuyasha had probably considered before coming in the first place.

With Inuyasha barreling a path through the sea of fists and knives, the Inugami rushed the platform and leapt atop. Naraku was already standing, Kikyo on the side watching as if it were a mildly boring movie.

With a shout, long, thick, dark tentacles burst from Naraku’s back. Kagome cringed at his demon parts becoming visible, but still stood her ground beside Inuyasha, who had run forward with his claws raised.

“Stay back!” Naraku called at his gang. “I have these myself!”

Kagome doubted he was truly concerned about them, but proving himself in front of his gang as well as insuring that none died so that his drugs would continue to have customers and people willing to join the gang was of obvious importance. Not to mention, they were so zombie-like that they’d likely get in his way.

“Iron reaver soul stealer!” shouted Inuyasha, and blades of winds sliced through the air from his claws, slicing off a tenticle with one swipe.

Shippo yelled, “Foxfire!” Blue flames swirled from the kitsune’s palm and struck the side of Naraku’s face, but he didn’t flinch. A tentacle came and caught the boy in the stomach, cutting off his air and sending him flying into boxes of drugs.

“Shippo!” Kagome cried, starting toward him, but Sango spun out of the way of a tentacle and shoved something into her chest.

“Put this on!” she insisted. It was a face mask with a vent, and Kagome realized it was to make sure they didn’t inhale any of the Shikon that may get smashed. Miroku, Inuyasha, and Sango had already put some on.

“Right!” she agreed, and then ran to Shippo’s side, dodging and rolling a stray tentacle.

And that’s when she realized that the poor, groaning Shippo didn’t have a mask.

Without hesitation, Kagome strapped the filter around his face instead. He stared up at her as pink, sparkling dust began to rise, and he protested through the mask. She looked around in horror, smelling a thick, sugary smell. The dust of the drug rose into a cloud around the basement, causing the occupants to sigh in relief as they got a bit of a dose, and Kagome to stumble back.

“Kagome, why don’t you have a mask?!” Shippo demanded, but she shook her head, covering her mouth and nose with a hand.

She was so focused on not breathing that she almost didn’t feel the tentacle slamming into her side. Crying out, she toppled off of the platform, and heard Inuyasha’s desperate shout of, “Kagome!” It was followed by his exclamation of pain as he was smacked off the platform and crumpling to the ground beside her.

The sugary smell was growing overwhelming, and she coughed on its particles entering her lungs. Her side stung with pain she could never have imagined as she struggled for breath and to stop breathing all at once. One fix will addict… no, no please I don’t want to get addicted…

Inuyasha had crawled to her side, lifting her so that she rested on his shoulder. “You stupid girl! Why didn’t you put the mask on?!”

“Sh-Shippo didn’t have one…”

“Always have to be a damn martyr, don’t you?” he snarled with a muffled voice in his mask, putting his hands on her face and looking searchingly into her eyes. “Wh-wha… your pupils aren’t dilated.” His own eyes narrowed. “How do you feel? Stronger? More energy? Pain going away? It’s supposed to take immediate effect!”

“I-I certainly don’t feel any of that,” she groaned, hand gripping her smarting side.

“Immune?” a dark voice mused behind them, and they spun to see Naraku, friends slumped on the ground behind him. He narrowed his eyes at her, and she tried not to cower under his gaze. “I’ve never met someone immune to my Shikon Jewel, but clearly she sits before me. Interesting. Perhaps she has some spiritual power, like my dear Kikyo. Though Kikyo is not immune…”

“Kikyo is not your anything,” Inuyasha snarled, putting Kagome behind him. “And I’ll tear your fucking throat out for putting Kagome in danger.”

“Will you, now?” The man was starting to grin. “I can feel your change coming. New Moon, then? The silver of the moon leaves with the silver of your demon hair. How poetic.”

Inuyasha tensed. “I-I don’t know what you’re-”

He stopped when there was a sudden pulse of energy that came from his very skin; Kagome felt it through the arms that were holding her behind him. Another pulse, a third, and then demon energy seemed to seep from Inuyasha’s very body. She felt it, as if it were melting through the ground. A gasp was pulled from her as she watched his hair darken to black, dog ears retract and human ears grow. His bared fangs shrunk to human teeth, claws reduced to normal fingernails. His amber eyes shifted like dyed liquid to a rich brown that was almost violet.

Human.

“Shit,” Inuyasha muttered, pushing them both backwards on the floor as Naraku advanced. “Shit, shit… Kagome, you have to run!”

“What’s going on?” she said in a strangled voice. “Why do you look human?”

“I’ll explain later! Get out of here!”

“Like hell!”

Too much talking; Naraku had drawn a blade from under his coat--a katana. He swung it down, slicing horizontally, at which Inuyasha dove to cover her body with his own and roll away. But she heard his hiss of pain and heard the splatter of blood from his back. When she crawled out from under him, there was a cut, long across his shoulders so that his shirt was torn wide and his hair, his beautiful, lovely hair that she’d long admired, was mostly sheared off at the shoulder from the wicked sharpness of the blade.

“No, no!” she cried out, quickly fumbling with the suikan ties about her waist. If only he’d been wearing it-!

Senses hyper aware, she ducked the sword coming at her and lashed out with the switchblade in her sleeve, slicing up with a large arc until she hit flesh. The blade slipped across Naraku’s cheek, leaving a deep trail of blood that only granted her satisfaction.

Inuyasha shakily sat up to find a sword at his throat. Kagome rushed forward only to have a tentacle push her out of the way. Naraku was solely focused on Inuyasha, a mad delight gleaming in his scarlet eyes. This wasn’t just annoyance… this was hatred. But what had Inuyasha done to deserve such personalized emotion?

Maybe… somewhere in that twisted heart of his, Naraku did care for Kikyo. And maybe… Inuyasha was the only one in the way of having her all to himself.

“You think you’re some sort of hero, Inuyasha?” Naraku said quietly, voice deep and thick with hate. Kagome struggled to stand with the black spots in her vision, but Naraku pressed his blade so that a bead of blood trickled from Inuyasha’s neck. “Perhaps impressive that you managed to find me… but futile. You, who are a disgrace to demon-kind? You, who has been the monster mothers warned their children from at night? You suddenly think you’re a hero like all of those foolish American movies? You, who are so pathetic at the single strike of my hand? You think you have a chance?”

To her surprise, Inuyasha only shrugged, letting out a laugh. “Yippee-ki-yay, motherfucker.”

He tugged a dagger from his boot, and flicked it so that it sunk into Naraku’s shoulder.

While Naraku roared in rage, Inuyasha rolled out from under the sword. He pulled a second dagger from his boot as Naraku struck down with his good arm, which Inuyasha blocked with his own blade. But his arm shook, human muscles unable to compete with the still half-demon. Naraku lowered his injured arm, punching Inuyasha in the stomach.

Inuyasha coughed and sputtered, dropping his dagger at the force.

“Your sword!” Kagome cried at Inuyasha. “Use Tessaiga!”

“It won’t do any damage to him when it doesn’t transform!” Inuyasha shouted back, ducking a tentacle. “It won’t transform for me when I’m human!”

Naraku lashed out with his katana again, and Kagome rushed forward to pull Inuyasha out of the way. She then stepped right up to Naraku in her anger, trying a disarming technique that only got her shoved away with a tentacle. He raised his sword over the pair of them, and Kagome covered Inuyasha’s body with her own-

A shot rang out, and Naraku was struck to the ground with a splatter of blood. The room looked around to the door, where stood a severely pissed off demon.

Sesshomaru.

“Bastard,” Inuyasha managed to choke, pulling himself into a sitting position. “What are you doing he-”

“Silence, you complete. Fucking. Idiot,” Sesshomaru said calmly, voice creepily resembling Darth Vader through his ventilation mask. “Gather your friends and get behind me before I decide to put your sorry asses in jail for vigilantism.”

“This isn’t finished,” Naraku choked out, blood oozing from his side. It seems Sesshomaru had shot for the kill, but a tentacle had gotten in the way. Kagome didn’t feel as disturbed about Sesshomaru being so willing to kill Naraku as she should have.

“It’s not,” Sesshomaru agreed, as Miroku hauled Shippo along on his back and Sango at his side to pull them behind Sesshomaru. “Put your hands up where I can see them, Naraku, or the second shot will not miss the tiny target of your heart.”

“Come on,” Kagome whispered, pulling Inuyasha by the arm, but he wouldn’t budge.

“No! I can defeat him myself-”

“You’re human now. Another day, Inuyasha-”

“Fools,” Naraku laughed. “I quite enjoy this little game we play, Inutashio brothers, and I’m not quite ready to see its end yet.”

And with a swirl of darkness, he was gone.

“Damn him,” Inuyasha snarled, clawing at where his enemy used to be. “Coward! Damn him and his teleportation-!”

Police poured down the stairs, all wearing the face masks, snatching as many gang members as possible and locking handcuffs about their wrists. But Spiders were just as quickly pouring out through back exits, snatching and scrambling for bags of drugs as they left. Kikyo was already gone.

It took a while to gather them up and get to the cars, what with Inuyasha’s protests. “I almost had him!” he was arguing as they were led to police cars that would take them home. “You just had to butt in, always in my damn way, and even miss the damn shot-”

There was a cracking sound, and all fell silent. Sesshomaru lowered the hand that had slapped across his brother’s face. Inuyasha’s face was turned to the side, dark eyes alight with anger, yet downcast.

Sesshomaru’s voice was deadly quiet. “You are a foolish disgrace. This vengeance was both of ours, and you rushed into it, on your night of weakness, without calling me. I didn’t know where the hell you were. When I let you move in, we made a pact that we would defeat him together. You have broken any trust or faith I had in you, almost got yourself killed. I hope you are proud of yourself.”

“Trust? Faith?” Inuyasha scoffed, shaking his head. He then met his brother’s stare. He was shorter, but at the moment, they both looked just as dangerous. “You’ve never had any of that for me. What does family matter to you? You’ve hated me since I was born. Me and my dirty blood. You’ve never given a damn about what I do or what happens to me. That was made pretty clear when my mother died and you didn’t care when the villagers tried to stone me to death and burn me at the stake. You couldn’t care less if I died, so you don’t get to say that to me!”

Sesshomaru dealt him a slap to the other side, even harder than the first.

“Stop hitting him!” Kagome cried, pulling Inuyasha farther away. “I know you’re mad, but, but he’s your little brother and, and that’s abusive and he’s hurt already!”

Inuyasha snarled, “That piece of shit is not my brother!”

With a stare that froze heaven and hell over, Sesshomaru said in a quiet voice, more scary than a yell, “You lie. Get into the car--all of you. I have no more patience for your emotional human state.”

“I hate you!” Inuyasha shouted.

Sesshomaru turned away from him. “Get in the car or get arrested.”

“Inuyasha,” Kagome whispered, feeling tears already slipping down her cheeks. Blue and red lights from the police cars were flashing across her face, and the night air bit at her cheeks; she’d picked up her jacket again, and handed back his, which had been much warmer. Before she’d left the basement, she’d also picked up the sad cut of his hair that lay on the floor and tied it into a careful knot that she’d put in her pocket. She now laid a hand on Inuyasha’s arm, another on his back. “Let’s go, okay? We’re all tired and upset. It’ll be okay.”

“What the fuck do you know?” he snapped at her, making her flinch back.

At the sight of her wince and tears, his face fell from a snarl. It was bright red on both sides from Sesshomaru’s hand, and his eye were so toiling with emotion that she found she already forgiven him.

“S-sorry,” he muttered eventually. “I didn’t mean...Fine. Let’s go. Your mother is probably worried.”

She was indeed worried.

Sango, Shippo, and Miroku had been dropped off at their homes first, happy sleepover idea forgotten. Inuyasha had been silent the car ride back, staring out the police car window with his jaw stuck in its hard position. In the front seat, the commander of the police department said nothing to his brother either; he only asked Kagome for directions to her house.

“Kagome!” her mother cried, rushing to her and tackling her to a hug as soon as Sesshomaru and Inuyasha walked to her to the door. “Oh, thank God, thank God… didn’t you get my calls and texts? Where were you? Are you okay? Who is…?” her mother saw Sesshomaru, and then the police car.

“Sorry I didn’t answer, Mama,” Kagome whispered. “I g-got a bit caught up… I’m sorry for worrying you.”

“Your daughter was part of an attempt to take down a powerful gang and drug distributer,” Sesshomaru said, voice back to a monotone. “I’d advise her and her friends to keep out of such dangerous and impossible endeavors in the future. She is not in trouble with the law; I simply am ensuring she arrives home safely. I take responsibility of my younger brother pulling her into his ridiculous plans.”

“I told her not to come!” Inuyasha insisted. Sesshomaru nonchalantly smacked him in the back of the head, sending him to his knees.

Her mother stared in alarm, and then her eyes widened in realization. “Inuyasha? Is that you?”

“Yeah,” he muttered, stumbling to his feet. “Long story.”

Her mother paused, not letting Kagome go as she pursed her lips. “A long story I intend to hear from you both. Thank you, officer, for returning my daughter to me safely.” Mother, being the angel she was, looked to Inuyasha with concern. “If it would be alright with you, perhaps your little brother could stay overnight with us. It looks as if his hair could use some fixing, and Kagome is quite good with that. We would feed him and ensure he gets home safely tomorrow. I know he would never put my daughter in danger intentionally.”

Sesshomaru gave her mother a level stare, and then shoved Inuyasha forward, which made him wince from his wound on his back. “Keep him.” And he left.

“A rather… rough man, isn’t he?” her mother finally said, looking to Inuyasha. “I do hope he doesn’t hit you often. Is your head alright?”

“I usually hit back,” Inuyasha brushed the comment off. “Fine.”

After she’d pulled them both inside, she took Kagome’s face in her hands and began to check her over. “Are you hurt, my darling?”

“Really, Mama, I’m okay. He protected me, and he has a bad cut on his shoulders that needs treatment.”

“Sit down at the table then, Inuyasha,” her mother instructed, pulling out the nearest kitchen chair. “While I fix that up, you can explain to me what happened.”

It took ten minutes to tell the full story, Inuyasha interjecting at some points. Her mother looked more concerned by the second, but kept quiet. When they’d finished, there was a silence while Mama finished with his stick stitches and covered it all with a waterproof bandage. “I hope you know that you are grounded, Kagome.”

She looked down. “Yes, Mama.”

“For a week.”

“Yes Ma-wait, only a week?”

Sighing, her mother turned and regarded her with a tired smile. “I know you did what you did to protect your friends; you’re a grown woman now, and I cannot say I wouldn’t have chosen the same. I also know that I will not be able to stop you from doing so again. But I want you to know to make better decisions and choose your battles; both of you, while it seemed like a good opportunity, it truly wasn’t. You should not have rushed into this fight and I think you know that without me telling you.”

“Also, you are still young,” her mother went on. “Yes, you too, Inuyasha. You should let the police take care of this. It is no place for you. Now go to your room and get his hair cut--I’ll bring you both some dinner.”

“Thank you, Mama,” Kagome said, wrapping her in another hug. “I’m sorry for worrying you, and thank you for understanding.”

She got a kiss on the head in return. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

She looked up to see Inuyasha watching all of this with open longing in his eyes. Her heart hurt to know that he was thinking of his own mother that he’d loved so dearly.

Apparently, her mother had seen it too, because she then surprised him with a hug as well. He was stiff, but managed to return it. Her mother looked up at him with love and understanding, warming Kagome with some sort of relief.

“I know you would never mean to get her hurt, Inuyasha,” her mother said. “Thank you for protecting her. You are welcome here any time.”

He just swallowed and gave a nod, but that was enough.

Upstairs, she seated him in her vanity table chair and put a towel around his shoulders to catch falling hair. Her floor was wood, so she planned to simply sweep it after. Inuyasha’s face was emotionless as he regarded his own face dully in the mirror of the vanity. He said nothing as she wet it down and began to cut it into a shaggy style, short and to the normal length for a boy’s hair. She’d cut her brother’s several times, so she knew how to layer, thin, keep certain parts equal in length. She made sure to make those two parts on the sides of his head slightly longer; Kagome knew he liked to hide the awkward space on his head where human ears were supposed to be. Her mother entered and left silently at some point during the haircut, setting two bowls of Inuyasha’s favorite miso ramen on the nightstand.

Finally, she stepped back, brushing hair from her fingers. “There. Is that okay?”

He stared. “I guess.”

Kagome bit her lip. “Okay… is there something you’d rather I do?”

“No. This is fine.”

Determined that he be happier with it, she scuttled to her desk, where she found the wide-holed metal beads with Japanese script upon them; she used them occasionally to dress up a chain about her neck, or attach to earrings.

She chose the ones that said courage, strength, spirit, and love, and returned to his still form. Strangely, he did not protest or ask what she was doing when she began to twirl his forelocks in her hands as if to make them closer together and thinner. He seemed to be lost in his own world, unaware of anything around him. She slipped the beads, and several red ones in between, onto the front two parts of his hair so that they hung at the sides of his face. A tiny, practically invisible clip kept them in place.

When she was done, she lightly put her hands on his shoulder and leaned down. It was strange enough to see him with black hair, but stranger still that he hadn’t spoken practically at all since entering the house. “How about that?”

Slowly, he reached up and held the beads out to read them. His face finally softened. “Yes. I like it.”

“Good,” she said firmly, retrieving the small brush and dustpan that she’d gathered from the closet on the way up.

There was a pregnant pause, filled only with the sound of her sweeping the excess hair away and carefully balling up the towel around his shoulders.

“Samurai used to grow out their hair long,” Inuyasha said suddenly, making her halt while setting down the empty dustpan on her desk. “It was a sign of honor. Mine grew fast and long since I was little; I suppose that’s why my mom always… well, she always said I was her little samurai.”

Kagome’s eyes filled with tears as he stared at his reflection, where he was tugging on a piece of hair as if that would make it grow. “She always told me to take care of it, keep it long and proud. As soon as a samurai’s hair was cut, so was his honor. All of his pride. I guess I’ve always seen it like that. And now I’ve let him get away, let her remain his prisoner, almost got you hurt…” He dropped his hair and looked into his lap. “I guess I deserve it, after all.”

She’d never realized how much his long hair meant to him, that it had any significance with his mother. She came forward, taking his hand and bringing him over to have a more comfortable seat on her bed. He followed like a zombie, watching his feet. From there, she put an arm around his waist and said quietly, “Losing a battle doesn’t mean we lost the war. We still have a fighting chance, to put that scumbag in jail where he belongs, and get… get Kikyo back.” Swallowing, she pushed away the angry thoughts she had before toward the other girl. “I decided to come, Inuyasha. That’s my burden alone; there’s nothing you could do about it, and you protected me best you could. I turned out to be immune to the Shikon anyway, right?”

“Lucky chance.”

“It still happened. We’re all okay, and that’s what matters. Your mother would still be proud of you.” His muscles tensed, and she went on, “Besides, I kept the hair that was cut at first. It’s long enough where we can send it in so that kids that lost their hair to cancer can have it. It’ll make someone really happy. Would you like that?”

“Yeah.”

But Kagome remained crestfallen at his lost and broken expression, all the despairs and memories of the evening likely resting on his shoulders. His fingers still played with his hair. He still looked ashamed.

Unable to stand it anymore, she was struck with sudden, reckless inspiration, and marched to the vanity. His head snapped up when she grabbed a ponytail and tied it quickly. “What are you-”

He stopped when she snatched up the special, hair styling scissors and cleanly sliced her hair off with one stroke.

“Kagome!” he said, astonished, as she began determinedly cutting her hair shorter, as short as his, short as a boy, and skillfully layering and styling it from back to front.

“What are you doing?!” he demanded, rushing forward and grabbing her. “Your hair! I-it was beautiful-” He stopped with a blush at his admittance. But for once, she ignored his uncharacteristic compliment.

“It’s just hair,” she told him through gritted teeth as she turned her head to the side to cut it more evenly. “I don’t give a crap. We’ll grow it back together.”

“You’re crazy.”

“That may be, but I think I’m looking pretty good with a homemade pixie cut.” She squinted at the mirror. It was so much lighter, and gave her the faint sense of freedom, the sharp air brushing against the back of her neck. “Should I cut my bangs any?”

“No!”

“Hmm…” He only watched, mostly open mouthed, as she continued to nonchalantly style her hair for another fifteen minutes before she was satisfied. She then swept the floor again, and announced she was going to change shirts to get rid of the excess hair.

Having changed fully into her pajamas in the bathroom, she came out and sat by him again on the bed. Inuyasha was watching her steadily in wonderment, and she felt rather warm under his gaze. Eventually, she said, “You never explained why you’re human now, Inuyasha.”

His gaze turned to her closed and snowy window. “It’s part of being half demon. I turn half human once a month. All hanyo’s do, on different days. My day is the New Moon. I l-lose… everything. My hearing, my sight, my smell… When I was little, i-it was terrifying to be alone in the woods and not know… I just… I hate the New Moon. I hate being human. It’s like every stupid emotion I have gets magnified times fifty and they all come out of my mouth and…”

He lapsed into silence, at which she curled an arm around him. He’d fought so severely with Sesshomaru tonight… Kagome suspected the words lashed out then were bothering him even more than Naraku’s escape. She said gently, “Inuyasha… it’ll be okay. It isn’t now, but it will be. You know I’ll always accept and listen to you. Your emotions aren’t stupid.”

For a moment, nothing. Then he was suddenly wrapping her in a hug, burying his face into her neck and breathing out with a shudder in his chest. As if he’d been holding back for so long and now he had to cling to her for comfort. He grabbed her so hard that they fell back, a tangled mess onto her mattress where they stayed, intertwined and quiet. She tried not to stiffen in surprise, but hold him to her. Inuyasha stayed curled up against her, face against her heart and arms around her hips. She only pushed her fingers through his silky, shortened hair, held him, breathed so that his breathing, once quick and struggling, soon matched hers.

“You smell kinda nice,” he muttered dazedly at one point.

She hoped he didn’t hear her heart rate increase. “Really? You’re usually talking about how you hate my smell. Fear and all.”

His shoulders moved once in a weak shrug. “I lied.”

And from his breathing, in the next minute of her eyes wide and heart impossibly fast, she knew he’d started to fall asleep. But his eyes kept twitching as if wincing in thoughts that plagued his mind.

Kagome knew no Japanese lullabies that wouldn’t have lyrics that fit any other but a mother and child, so she began to quietly sing an American song she’d heard.

“Goodnight, my angel

Time to close your eyes

And save these questions for another day

I think I know what you've been asking me

I think you know what I've been trying to say

I promised I would never leave you

And you should always know

Wherever you may go

No matter where you are

I never will be far away.”

His face was soft, peaceful as a child. He smelled of leather, clouds, somehow a distinct male scent. A wave of calmness washed over her, and something gave her the contented notion that this was exactly where she was supposed to be. Resting her hand on his arm, she hesitantly laid a kiss on his head. The last sounds she heard was the melody of her own voice to the rhythm of his breathing…

“...and like a boat out on the ocean

I'm rocking you to sleep

The water's dark

And deep inside this ancient heart

You'll always be a part of me

...someday we'll all be gone

But lullabyes go on and on...

They never die

That's how you

And I

Will be.”

#inuyasha #the inugami #inukag #inukag fanfiction #inuyasha fanfiction #my fanfiction #my writing

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diveronarpg · 4 years

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Congratulations, ALYX! You’ve been accepted for the role of DESDEMONA. Admin Minnie: You’ve done it again, Alyx! From the analysis of Delilah’s namesake to the story you’ve woven of a woman whose voice has been diminished but not crushed, your app was — in a word — lovely. Just like our darling Delilah! It was your plots that really won me over, and the way your vision for Delilah was clear in every part of your writing. You have an amazing and strong understanding of her beginning, middle and end — I’m SO excited to watch you develop Delilah and bring her to life on our dash! Please read over the checklist and send in your blog within 24 hours.

WELCOME TO THE MOB.

OUT OF CHARACTER

Alias | Alyx

Age | 21

Preferred Pronouns | She/Her

Activity Level | Because of the city lock down, I’ve been sitting at home all day, so I assume I’ll be fairly active. I’ll usually be in the group chat but I try to pump out at least one reply a day from both of my current characters.

Timezone | CST

IN CHARACTER

Character |

Delilah- “Temptress”

→ They say the meaning of a name can hold a lot of weight for one’s future. Those with names regarding strength often take on leadership roles in their lifetime. Those with softer names tend to spend their days in a mellow manner. Delilah, however, was a victim of her name in the same way she was a victim of circumstance. Her name weaved a tale that her peers and her husband were too eager to believe. Her name whispered about a woman in the bible who had seduced the brave, heroic Samson and shared his secrets to his enemies. Her parents hadn’t meant to subject her to such a fate. They had chosen that name because it reminded them of a warm sunny day. They said that the name made them think of meadows and flowers. Delilah herself had thought the same when she was younger, but now her name is as cursed as her legacy appears to be. The flowers wilted and the sun went down, but fret not—- the sun will rise again.

Amara- “grace”

→ Delilah’s middle name was the first name of her mother. From the moment she was born, people had noticed the similarities between her and her mother. They would often comment that she had her mother’s eyes, or that her laugh was like an echo of her mother’s. Delilah would accept the compliments because she always had a certain admiration for Amara. She saw the woman as this strong force of nature that held the world’s troubles on her shoulders. She had a grace that fit her name, and Delilah had embraced that grace over the years. She walked with certain elegance to her. She had a scarlet letter taped to her chest, but she still managed to keep her chin up in public. She had fallen, but she won’t stand back up on shaky knees. She’ll hold herself up the same way her mother held up the world.

Bello- “Married name”

→ The name conjured up an array of emotions. When she first changed her name, it had felt like a breath of fresh air. Odin had been the one to break her routine, he had been the worldly traveler that came to show her all corners of life, and she had accepted his name with swiftness. She had murmured the name to herself after their wedding day— as if she wanted to savor every letter. Delilah Bello. Delilah Bello. Delilah Bello. It had been like heaven on her tongue, but if that had been heaven, then she was an angel dragged through the gates and ripped from her home. The name had turned to something bitter, something empty, and she began reciting the name as if it were a reminder. You signed up for this. Isn’t this what you wanted? It’s what she would tell herself as his words grew sharper. It’s what she told herself when she justified why she tried so hard to hold onto a marriage that was crumbling. Now, the name was like a stain on a white dress. It was a reminder that everything is not what it seems. It was the judge, jury, and executioner. People knew her by her name alone— not the girl that had once savored it like she savored the ending to a good book. Tell me, little one, what’s truly in a name?

What drew you to this character? |

Honestly, I’ve been in love with Delilah for a while now. I had read her biography months ago, but at the time I wasn’t ready to take on more characters. I read her biography again a few weeks ago, but I had concerns about taking on another soft character. I had it in my head that I would make her and Odessa walk the same path, that their voices would meld together, that I wouldn’t do her justice because I had a character that was already a victim of a different crime. I had pushed her away and settled on other characters, but she kept pulling me back to her. I would tell myself that these other characters would be easier to write, that they’re so different from the two that I have, but I kept being drawn back to poor, sweet Delilah. Finally, I started listing similarities and differences between her and Odessa, and I realized they weren’t on the same path. They didn’t have the same story. They were both soft, but they were different characters. I had settled on that moment that Delilah had been my girl.

I love a character with a tragic story. I always feel like tragedy makes the most interesting characters, and I like that Delilah had played a dormant role in her own tragedy. She had been the dutiful wife. She had been loyal to a fault. Her destruction was completely out of her hand, and that’s what makes the story so sad. It would be different if she had strayed from Odin, or if she had given up on their marriage. Instead, she was blindsided, and I think that’s the core reason why her voice was stripped away from her. She wasn’t the cause of her demise— she was merely a victim in a game that she didn’t sign up for.

I also think this is why her story is so exciting to me. In a way, she’s the underdog. She’s the one that everyone turned their backs on. She’s the one being questioned by her peers and those people that were supposed to have her back. She’s getting hit by whispers and accusations despite the fact that she was never in the wrong. I like that she’s essentially starting from the bottom and clawing her way upwards because it’s going to be so satisfying to see her reach the top once more. I’m rooting for this girl to find the strength she lost, to gain the voice that was snatched from her, and to show Verona that they can’t judge a book by its cover.

What is a future plot idea you have in mind for the character? |

Self: Love has turned on me, and now I am its liar.

→ I’m interested in exploring her role in the Capulets. Delilah didn’t join the mob because she had the desire to climb the ranks or prove that she had the skills, but rather she was brought in when her name became intertwined with Odin’s. I think she’s in a mindset of wanting to prove to the Capulets that she’s loyal despite the rumors saying otherwise, but that doesn’t mean she’s a creature that’s prone to violence. It’s a dance, floating between declarations of loyalty and actually executing any order given to her, but she’ll try her best to follow through. I would be interested in seeing a task that Delilah would feel uncomfortable with and see how she handles it. For example, if someone had ordered her to torture someone for information, would she do it? Could someone who’s led with her heart be able to stomach stopping someone else’s? She’ll shoot if ask. She’ll hold up a knife as tightly as she once held Odin’s hand. She wants to prove her loyalty, but I want to see if there’s something that will hold her back, even if it causes the target on her back and the distrust in the Capulets to grow even bigger.

→ I’m interested in seeing how Delilah acts with all of the players in Verona. I know her biography mentioned that the Capulets don’t trust her after the rumors about infidelity, but how do those rumors affect the Montagues and Neutrals? Do they also see her as someone to watch out for, or is there a certain vulnerability they might want to exploit? Will the Montagues try to sway her to their side? I’m especially excited about the neutral members because Delilah was brought into the war through marriage, and I think a part of her misses when she was unaffected by the mob dynamics. I just think it’s in an interesting position because of her notoriety and I want to see what paths are carved out for her.

Odin: I’ve loved and I’ve lost

→ I think a lot of Delilah’s journey involves finding her voice, and I would love a thread where she finally tells Odin off for all of the things he’s done to her. All of the judgement she’s faced has been because of him, and I just want a thread where Delilah reminds him that she deserves better. I think it would be a stepping stone for her, especially because the two of them haven’t spoken since the argument occurred. I think it would also bring a bit of closure for her. She’s never been able to explain her side of the story, and she might never get the chance, but she can at least remind Odin that she’s a strong individual that is worthy of someone’s love— even if it’s just her own.

→ I definitely want to explore their relationship from start to finish. I would love to play out their meeting, to them getting married, to the cracks beginning to show, and finally ending with the position they’re in right now. I think their relationship is a big part of Delilah, and I definitely want to see the love they had for one another and compare it to the present.

Isabella: I wrote my way out

→ Isabella is giving Delilah a chance to use her voice, and I would love to explore this dynamic. I love that she’s getting involved in journalism and how Isabella has taken her on as somewhat of a protégé. It’ll be interesting to see Delilah teaming up for justice, especially when she’s seeking justice for herself, and I definitely want to explore these two. It’ll also be interesting to see if Delilah becomes the Capulet informant for Isabella or if she keeps those secrets close to her chest despite the kindness that Isabella has shown her.

Ivan: There’s a snake in the garden

→ I think I’m interested in their dynamic because of their joint connection to Odin and the fact that he caused her downfall in the end. I’m curious to see what would happen if she learned that Ivan had been the one to whisper the rumors in her husband’s ears, or if she already has an inkling that he was the one to blame in the end. I think these two would have fun interactions with each other, and I want to see if Ivan kicks her while she’s down or if he grew bored of her after her credibility and voice were stripped away.

Are you comfortable with killing off your character? | I’m going to go with yes, but I don’t know if Delilah’s path will ever require death. We would really have to see how her story plays out, but you know I’m always down for angst.

IN DEPTH

In-Character Para Sample: I’m going to cautiously put tw suicide just because of one paragraph.

Delilah had been enjoying the silence over the past few days. She had always enjoyed the silence when she was a child. She was raised with love, a child with two parents who often treated her more gently than they should, but being the only child meant she spent hours by herself. Her parents would ask her if she wanted to invite a friend over, and sometimes she did. Her and her childhood friends would run around her home until sundown came and they were told to go back home to their parents and their siblings. However, sometimes she valued her alone time. She would shrug off her parent’s concerns and curl up on her bed with whatever book she borrowed from the library. She would dream of worlds outside of her own and wonder about when she would be able to see what the world truly had to offer. She never had siblings, but the silence had been her companion. The quiet was her safety net.

The quiet faded away when the sound of boots rang through the home. Her gaze lifted from her book, a novel that she was plucked up from a local bookstore, and settled on her husband. Husband— the word she used to say with such joy. She had thought he was the prince she read about in her fairytales stories. She thought he was the knight ready to sweep her off of her feet. For a time, he was, but the time faded away like her beloved silence. Now, she hesitated a bit before she got up to greet him.

“You’re home early, amore.” Her voice rang out like honey as she floated in the kitchen. Her gaze swept over him airily before she noticed the dark glare in his eyes and the frown that tugged on his lip. Her smile faltered as she traced the lines on his face. She had missed the old Odin. She had missed the man who could charm her with a few simple words. She had fought to hold onto the marriage and have faith that that man could come back to her, but the look he gave her made her wonder if her faith was enough.

And when he broke her beloved silence, her heart stopped completely.

She listened as he ushered out words such as harlot or infidelity. She listened to claims that she had slept with other men, that she betrayed him, and she couldn’t do anything to stop it. She tried to speak, to deny the false claims that were brought against her, but her voice had been choked out. Each accusation felt like a dagger thrown her way, and Delilah could do nothing to dodge the weapons. The silence had felt like a noose around her neck. The way it had went from her childhood companion, to a comfort in her sea of troubles, to something akin to a knife placed against her neck. It had gone from the thing she valued the most to something that helped put a nail into her coffin. Odin’s words had been the hand tightening the rope. How she had fought to make their marriage work, how she had the mindset to believe that he would come back to her eventually, it all felt like too much. Her two beloved things had decided her fate, and she was merely a third party watching it all happen. She tried once again to speak, but before she could get any words out, she watched as Odin left the home they once shared together.

Delilah had once loved the silence as a child loves a pet, but in that moment, she had loathed it. She felt the burning hot tears pool in her eyes before it finally broke the surface and slid down her cheeks in a continuous stream. She whispered the words that she had wanted to say before— as if Ursula had stolen her voice and only now decided she could wield it again.

I’m not a liar.

I’m not a cheater.

I’m not at fault.

But no one was there to hear her. The only thing that kept her company was her silence, and in the end, that had betrayed her too.

Extras:

I have a headcanon that Delilah worked in a bookstore when she met Odin. Books had been a safety net for her, so she chose a job where she could be surrounded by the objects. She adored the job, and she still keeps in touch with the owner of the store. They exchange book recommendations, and she receives a Christmas card from him and his wife every year. Sadly, she quit her job after marrying Odin. It was too far away from their new home, and she fell busy with mafia jobs and personal commitments to make such a journey.

Delilah owns a cat named Fantine. She’s a calico kitten that Delilah adopted from the local rescue. She named her after the character from Les Miserables because that was a book she read a lot throughout her teen years. She has never owned a pet before, but she’s learning more about how to care for the kitten as the days go on, and she’s found herself a small companion with the feline.

https://www.pinterest.com/aesthctics/oc-delilah-bello/

#accepted #accepted: desdemona

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diveronarpg · 5 years

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Congratulations, KAY! You’ve been accepted for the role of PORTIA. Admin Jen: Beneath the air of apathy that she projects, there is so much nuance and depth to Pandora, and you’ve captured that wonderfully, Kay! My favorite aspect of it was the contrast that you drew between the warmth of longing and the coldness of ambition. Both are carried in Pandora’s heart, both are crucial parts of her, but it’s unclear which one of them she would surrender herself to in the end -- and I absolutely lived for that conflict that you presented. All parts of your app came together to form a seamless vision of your portrayal, and it’s left us at the edge of our seats. We're so excited to see where you’ll take our beloved Portia! Please read over the checklist and send in your blog within 24 hours.

WELCOME TO THE MOB.

Out of Character

Alias | Kay

Age | 25 rip

Preferred Pronouns | She/her/hers

Activity Level | I’m currently in my last semester and will be moving at the beginning of January. With that being said, I should be able to dedicate more time to DV this time around if accepted because I won’t be juggling a million papers since my semester ends on 12/5!

Timezone | EST (soon to be PST!)

Current/Past RP Accounts | This is my last RP account!

In Character

Character | Portia, Pandora Phan.

Pandora, origin: Greek, meaning “All-gift” Just as her namesake before her, Pandora will always be a gift to be given away.

Phan, origin: Vietnamese, meaning unknown

To me, Pandora comes off as a vase in a museum; pretty to look at, but dangerous to touch. People around her think she’s beautiful but they know not to get too close because it can only end badly. She’s the girl with a sharp brain but hides that behind a facade. Pandora is this girl who might come off as soft and pretty to some, but she’s really a girl with hard edges and a razor blade tongue. Every word that comes out of her mouth is very deliberate, calculated to maximize the impact they’ll have.

Even though she can be cold, there’s warmth in Pandora’s heart that is longing to be expressed. She longs for a real connection with the people around her, whether it be with a friend or enemy. Having a genuine connection is something she’s never quite managed to get the hang of. A lot of her relationships are surface level, but not much deeper. Pandora likes people who can keep up with and challenge her, whether it be with their wits or their humor. She longs for that connection and yet, hides it from those around her out of fear of being seen as too soft. so instead, she buries it deep within her and tries to forget about it.

What is a future plot idea you have in mind for the character? |

a. Mother, may I speak? Pandora spent her formative years having her voice fall on her parent’s deaf ears. So while she doesn’t speak unless she truly wants to, she makes her voice heard above all others. She’s someone that will use her voice to get what wants when she wants and she doesn’t care who she has to step on to be heard. And with that, comes enemies even within her own affiliation. Are there members that want to see her fail? What will she do to prevent that from happening? Who does she think she is?

b. Did the pressure weed you out? Odin is an ever-present figure in her life and it bothers her that she doesn’t know why. He’s one of the few people that can truly match her word for word, cut for cut and it makes her worry. She wants to know why he’s putting up a front of helping her when they’re on opposite sides. Will she listen to his words? Will she actually believe them? What steps will she take to make sure she doesn’t toe the line and fall into his trap? Who exactly does Odin think she is? I’d love to answer all of these!

c. Do you sleep anymore? Obviously, being a captain for the Montagues is sometimes she takes pride in. Pandora is someone whose work ethic is feared above all else; she’s known for being a cold and calculating woman in the gang. But she wants more. She spends her nights figuring out ways to claw her way to the top so she can be the one laughing at the end of the day. Just what, or who, is Pandora willing to risk on her way to the top? Will she survive long enough to be the queen that takes the king?

d. Will that get your attention, sweetie? In the same vein as the plot before this, Alexander and Henry are both people she’s willing to risk to rise to the top. She isn’t particularly proud of that, but with time things have changed. They all have a job to do and if that means she has to step on her closest friends, she’ll do it. Even still, this truth is enough to keep her up at night, wondering if she could pull the trigger when the time comes. Being able to explore those connections and see how their dynamics work would be so much fun!

Are you comfortable with killing off your character? | As the Tralfamadorians say, so it goes.

In Depth

In-Character Interview: The following questions must be answered in-character, and in para form (quotations, actions written out if applicable, etc). There is no minimum or maximum limit for your response - simply answer as you would if you were playing the character.

What is your favorite place in Verona?

Personal questions always rubbed Pandora the wrong way. Why people wanted to know such intimate things about others was lost on her. Some things were better left tucked away in the back of her heart. And yet, she found her lips parting before she realized what was happening. “Castelvecchio Bridge.” The faintest of smiles grace her lips as memories flood her mind. She remembers her childhood spent there, with legs dangling over the edge. She remembers her teen years, smoking too many cigarettes and drinking too much wine on a blanket by the water’s edge. She remembers her adulthood, escaping her parent’s meetings to catch a glimpse of the swans floating by. “There’s something beautiful about the water in the middle of a war, don’t you agree?”

What does your typical day look like?

“I wake up and I go to work.” A memory of blood strewn across a table flashes in her mind. How unfortunate that the last collection she went on ended with her getting dirty. That poor silk blouse is worthless to her now. But, she didn’t ascend to her position without getting some blood on her hands. She glances at the underside of her nails, checking for any residual blood she missed the first three times she had scrubbed them. “I enjoy the view from the office then I go home to my fiancé. I have a simple life, really.” She swallows the bile creeping up her throat. Pandora has tried everything in her power to make her life anything but simple. Her typical day is filled with cutting remarks and blades pressed to skin, with sweet nothings and knives pressed into others backs. The only view she enjoys is the sight of someone realizing just how dangerous she is.

What has been your biggest mistake thus far?

Mistakes were never something Pandora took pride in. Sure, she looked at them as lessons, something that taught her how to properly do something in case the situation ever rose again. But, she hated the process. She would berate herself in private for doing something so foolish, so dumb, so immature. Pandora Phan the Captain was anything but those things. On the other hand, Pandora Phan the Child was not. “When I was at university I fell for an artist. I ignored everyone’s advice and she broke my heart. How naive I was at that age.” She’s handing the interviewer a nugget of truth. A tiny kernel of the story without telling him the ending of it. A broken heart never did any girl any good, now did it?

What has been the most difficult task asked of you?

The word engagement burns her tongue and she has to fight to keep it down. She never signed up for the arrangement her parents made between the two families - she never had a choice in the first place. Their engagement had been just another business transaction in the grand scheme of things, a handful of signatures that sealed their shared power for the future. But playing the pretty fiancée was getting old. Their engagement was beginning to bore her and felt more like a sentence than an agreement. Sharp nails tap the desk between the two, fighting for seconds to come up with a reasonable answer. “Does this interview count?” Her head tilts to one side, the corners of her lips turning upwards as she spoke. “I have other things that require my attention instead of sitting here playing this silly game with you.”

What are your thoughts on the war between the Capulets and the Montagues?

Actual war was never something that interested her, but the benefits that came from it did. With every war came those who profited from it and Pandora was one of those. Because of their war, she was able to escape from a dull life to something more stimulating. She had a chance to be more than a little girl with chaos in her name. “The war went on for hundreds of years before me and will continue for hundreds of years after me.” It’s an answer devoid of any actual meaning, meant to distract the poor man sitting across from her. The interview might be required by her boss, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t have a little fun with it. “Lions do not concern themselves with the opinions of their cubs, so my thoughts are nothing but wasted breath to my superiors.”

Extras: If you have anything else you’d like to include (further headcanons, an inspo tag, a mock blog, etc), feel free to share it here! This is OPTIONAL.

Right here is a mock blog for her, here is an insta edit for her (both the mockblog and insta edit are old ones featuring her FC change from long ago and I haven’t been able to make a new one), her tag on my blog, a pinterest board, and I am a sucker for headcanons so here is a mile-long list of them.

Drugs might not be one of her vices, but caffeine and cigarettes definitely are. More often than not she can be found with either a cup of coffee or a cigarette, or both, in her hands.

Pand is really good at card tricks. As a bored teenager, she learned various card tricks to fill her time with. Just picture a teen Pand running around Verona scamming people outside of bodegas because she knows how to slip a card between her fingers.

Her main weapon might be her words, but very few know about the pocket knife she carries on her at all times. It might be oldfashioned, but she prefers her weapon to cut in a similar way to her words.

She’s a sucker for poetry, with her favorites being Charles Bukowski and Pablo Neruda. The way that they form their poems and prose is something that she was always interested in replicating.

Panda is in love with learning languages. She’s fluent in French, Italian, Japanese, Spanish and is learning German.

She has a degree in linguistics and classics!

She spent some time traveling as a form of rebellion but thanks to that, she found the Neuschwanstein Castle in Germany. After a trip to Munich to fill up on nothing besides beer and pretzels, she visited the castle on a whim and fell in love with it.

As someone who doesn’t speak often, she has a very expressive face. I picture her looking into the camera like Jim on The Office whenever something goes wrong.

She reads the New York Times every day and does the crossword in pen.

I didn’t make a playlist for her (again), but I listened to a lot of Citizen and Joji to really get a feel for her. ‘Slow Dancing In The Dark’ by Joji and ‘Roam The Room’ by Citizen are the two songs that really gave me Pandora vibes.

#accepted: portia #accepted

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diveronarpg · 6 years

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Congratulations, KAY! You’ve been accepted for the role of PORTIA with an FC change to TIFFANY MEIA. Admin Rosey: *chants with you* PANDORA PANDORA PANDORA PANDORA! So one thing I absolutely adore when getting applications is when the names of the characters are dissected. But at the end of it, you had tacked on something I found very interesting -- “Pandora will always be a gift given away.” And with that you suckered me in so easily that I couldn’t help but love and adore the interpretation of Pandora that you presented on a silver platter. You made her charming, you made her someone I admire and adore. You added such humanity to her when I expected her to be a mechanical thing. Kay, I can’t wait for you to join the family and let Pandora bring her ambition to light! Please read over the checklist and send in your blog within 24 hours.

WELCOME TO THE MOB.

Out of Character

Alias | Kay

Age | 24 soon to be 25 and I can hear the grim reaper calling my name.

Preferred Pronouns | She/her/hers

Activity Level | I’m currently in school and in another group, but with that being said I’m online practically every day. I can get on to plot every day and post a reply or two at least every other day!

Timezone | EST

Current/Past RP Accounts | Here is my current blog!

In Character

Character | Portia, Pandora Phan. If possible, I’d like to switch her FC to Tiffany Meia!

Pandora, origin: Greek, meaning “All-gift” Just as her namesake before her, Pandora will always be a gift to be given away.

Phan, origin: Vietnamese, meaning unknown

What drew you to this character? | Is it cliche to say the first line in her bio? Because the first line had me hooked right away. “The sense of wonderment that others had as children was lost on Pandora Phan.” She was never a girl that worried herself with fantasies, always looking at the reality of things and analyzing how and why things are. She didn’t concern herself with the fantasies and lies parents would tell their children, and instead wanted to know the truth, the bottom line of it all. To me, Pandora is this girl who might come off as soft and pretty to some, but she’s really a girl with hard edges and a razor blade tongue. Every word that comes out of her mouth is very deliberate, calculated to maximize the impact they’ll have.

What is a future plot idea you have in mind for the character? |

a. Mother, may I speak now? Pandora spent her formative years having her voice fall on her parent’s deaf ears. So while she doesn’t speak unless she truly wants to, she makes her voice heard above all others. She’s someone that will use her voice to get what wants when she wants and she doesn’t care who she has to step on to be heard. And with that, comes enemies even within her own affiliation. Are there members that want to see her fail? What will she do to prevent that from happening? Who does she think she is?

Are you comfortable with killing off your character? | As the Tralfamadorians say, so it goes.

In Depth

In-Character Interview:

What is your favorite place in Verona?

Personal questions always rubbed Pandora the wrong way. Why people wanted to know such intimate things about others was lost on her. Some things were better left tucked away in the back of her heart. And yet, she found her lips parting before she realized what was happening. “Castelvecchio Bridge.” The faintest of smiles grace her lips as memories flood her mind. She remembers her childhood spent there, legs dangling over the edge. She remembers her teen years, smoking too many cigarettes and drinking too much wine on a blanket by the water’s edge. She remembers her adulthood, escaping her parent’s meetings to catch a glimpse of the swans floating by. “There’s something beautiful about the water in the middle of a war, don’t you agree?”

What does your typical day look like?

What has been your biggest mistake thus far?

Mistakes were never something Pandora took pride in. Sure, she looked at them as lessons, something that taught her how to properly do something in case the situation ever rose again. But, she hated the process. She would berate herself in private for doing something so foolish, so dumb, so immature. Pandora Phan the Captain was anything but those things. On the other hand, Pandora Phan the Child was not. “When I was at university I fell for an artist. I ignored everyone’s advice and she broke my heart. How naive I was at that age.” A wave of the hand shows that’s all she’s willing to say about it. She’s handing the interviewer a nugget of truth. A tiny kernel of the story without telling him the ending of it. A broken heart never did any girl any good, now did it?

What has been the most difficult task asked of you?

What are your thoughts on the war between the Capulets and the Montagues?

Extras:

Right here is a mock blog for her, here is an insta edit for her, and I am a sucker for headcanons so here is a mile long list of them.

Drugs might not be one of her vices, but caffeine and cigarettes definitely are. More often than not she can be found with either a cup of coffee or a cigarette, or both, in her hands.

Panda is really good at card tricks. As a bored teenager, she learned various card tricks to fill her time with. Just picture a teen Panda running around Verona scamming people outside of bodegas because she knows how to slip a card between her fingers.

Her main weapon might be her words, but very few know about the pocket knife she carries on her at all times. It might be old fashioned, but she prefers her weapon to cut in a similar way to her words.

She’s a sucker for poetry, with her favorites being Charles Bukowski and Pablo Neruda. The way that they form their poems and prose is something that she was always interested in replicating.

Panda is in love with learning languages. She’s fluent in French, Italian, Japanese, Spanish and is learning German.

She has a degree in linguistics and classics!

As someone who doesn’t speak often, she has a very expressive face. I picture her looking into the camera like Jim on The Office whenever something goes wrong.

She reads the New York Times every day and does the crossword in pen.

I didn’t make a playlist for her, but I listened to a lot of Citizen and Joji to really get a feel for her. ‘Slow Dancing In The Dark’ by Joji and ‘Roam The Room’ by Citizen are the two songs that really gave me Pandora vibes. I also wanted to thank you for letting me reserve Pandora! I wasn’t sure I was going to finish her app in time but here we are, submitting right before the deadline lmao.

#accepted #accepted: portia

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