#cause we know they probs got an infection

[rottingreveries]

GAME OVER!

pairing: frat boy!haitani ran x fem!reader

rating: NSFW, MDNI!

synopsis: ran can’t accept losing, so he’ll go out of his way just to get you back. (this is part two to my fic, GG!)

cw: mean dom!ran, very brief mention of sub!ran, sub!reader, unprotected sex (pls be safe!!!), no prep, hate sex, humiliation, sir kink, degradation, ran is just very mean, hair pulling, cervix fucking, crying, orgasm denial, creampie, no aftercare

wc: 1,890

a/n: FINALLY we have the part two to gg. i wanted ran to get his revenge in this fic, but i may (prob will) make some actual heartbreaker!reader fics in the future hehe. hope y’all still enjoy this <3

these past two weeks, you’ve constantly been on ran’s mind. you’re the one thought he just can’t shake– like you’ve infected his very fucking being. you’re what he’s thinking of as soon as he wakes up, when he eats, when he showers, before he sleeps. hell, you’re even in his dreams, and for the life of him, he can’t stand it. how could he, when he can't even escape you in his sleep?

and to top it off, he certainly can’t stand the fact that he sees you on a fixed schedule, as the two of you share a tuesday lecture. you haven’t even spared him a single glance since the incident, and you’ve even gone as far as to block his number. who even fucking does that? his ego has never been so badly damaged and the fact that he has to see you every goddamn tuesday is only pissing him off.

but the worst part of it all? rindo won’t stop making fun of him for it.

ran swears, he’s gonna fucking get you back. one way or another, he’ll do it, even if it’s just to soothe his damaged ego and get his brother to shut the hell up.

unknowingly, you just happen to make it easier for him. your newfound cockiness has gone to your head and it's gotten the best of you. you find yourself at another one of ran’s infamous parties, all dolled up just to get under his skin, and he can see how you shy away from his gaze, biting your bottom lip just before you turn away from him.

you’re acting like that on purpose but in all honesty, he’s still actually driving you insane. he makes you fucking nervous, and more now than ever. and you can’t explain why but each time you feel his eyes on you, you can only think back to him going down on you. he was just so, so good and now you can’t help but to wonder what his cock would feel like inside you.

is he a gentle lover? or maybe a bit on the rough side, fucking you hard without a care for how you feel? or perhaps he’s even on the more submissive side? or, or, or— you force yourself to stop thinking about it as a shaky sigh escapes you, though it's hard to stop imaging a whiny haitani ran.

your thighs press together and despite her sending you a weird look, you slip away from the friend that you came with, all but rushing to the bathroom to try and get a breather. as soon as you step inside and start to shut the door behind you, it’s only pushed back open. the very man plaguing your thoughts steps inside, his face unreadable.

“came to my party just to keep avoiding me? you piss me the fuck off.”

you try to slip past him but he shuts the door, “haitani–”

“ran,” he corrects you coolly. “don’t act like we aren’t familiar.”

“ran, let’s not do this. i already got what i wanted out of you,” you lie right through your teeth.

and unfortunately for you, he sees through you this time around. he sees that you’re meek now, when you were much bolder before. you’re barely even meeting his gaze. you’re nervous, and it’s his fault, he knows this. “did you?”

ran slips his hand under your chin, lifting your head to meet his gaze, and you stammer, “y-yeah?”

he laughs at your response, as it sounds more like a question than anything, and it’s the first crack in your armor. he's beginning to make sense of this one sided game you've been playing with him. it causes anger to build in his chest, and even more than before. he can't fucking stand you.

his hands drop to your hips and he gently turns you around so that you’re facing the mirror, “i don’t think you did.”

it’s not even a suggestion, he’s answering for you, since you couldn’t properly answer for yourself. he presses between your shoulder blades until you're face to face with yourself in the mirror, hands braced against the sink to keep yourself up. you swallow thickly in anticipation and make no move to stop him. you’ve given up on denying him— you've come to understand why other women have had such a hard time doing so as well.

“tell me you want me,” ran says as his eyes meet yours through the mirror, his fingertips dancing across your hips underneath your skirt. it’s one just like the last time and he knows that you wore it on purpose. “tell me, or i won’t touch you. since you wanna be such a fuckin’ brat.”

the more he talks, the more your walls crumble, and by now they’re reduced to nothing but dust. you whine, “i want you, ran.”

"oho, matter of fact," he muses, a mischievous glint in his pretty purple eyes. "don't call me ran. do better for me, baby."

"sir," the word rolls off of your tongue far too easily, far too quickly for your liking, but ran enjoys it.

“see?” he grins. it makes your stomach turn and thighs press together all at once. “you can be good,” he pushes your back harder until your chest is flat against the counter, “but that’s too bad. you still pissed me off, y’know, acting like a dumb fuckin’ bitch.”

“ran— s-sir, i—“

your voice dies in your throat as he flips your skirt up and starts to slide your panties down. his eyes flick to yours, “you?”

any coherent thoughts have vanished from your mind by now due to the look he’s giving you alone. he looks almost sinister, as if he’s enjoying breaking you down bit by bit. he chuckles at your silence and looks away once more, unzipping his jeans and pushing them down. you can’t even see his length, but you can feel his cock press against you and you gasp.

“fuck, wait,” you press a hand against his hip. “sir, please—“

he grabs your wrist in one hand and a fistful of your hair with the other, “didn’t you want this, baby? you’re already dripping like a fuckin’ slut, anyway.”

“y-yes, but—!”

he suddenly slides his full length into you and you choke on your own gasp, your hand pressing against the mirror to support yourself. ran clicks his tongue at you and lets go of your hair and wrist to grab your hips instead.

he hums, “you can take it.” his lips curl into a smug grin as he meets your gaze, “you’re gonna fuckin’ take it. wanna act like a bitch, i’ll fuck you like one.”

“‘m sorry!” you cry, but it’s useless. he couldn't care less. as far as he's concerned, you asked for this.

his grip on your hips tighten as he makes you meet every one of his thrusts. he hates you, he really fucking does, and it shows. there’s no mercy in the way he fucks you— he’s just using you like you’re nothing more than a damn toy. and you don’t even have the capacity to complain, stuck in a dizzying mix of pain and pleasure as the tip of his cock hits your cervix with each thrust.

“sorry,” he repeats through gritted teeth, once again moving to grab your hair. he tugs, forcing you to look up at the ceiling. “fuckin’ hope you are, bitch. thought i wouldn’t hear about you bragging to all your whore friends?”

“i swear, ‘m sorry!” you plead, your cheeks wet with tears. “‘m sorry, sir, ‘m sorry!”

“thought you could fuckin’ play me?” you shake your head dumbly and he laughs. “you gotta be one stupid fuckin’ slut.”

ran somehow fucks you impossibly harder and you helplessly babble choked apologies over and over again. you think he might have said something to you but you can’t even be certain— it feels like your head is underwater, as all sounds are drowned out by your own cries.

he pulls your hair harder and suddenly you're aware of his voice again, “you hear me? i’m gonna send you out there with my— fuck, with my cum dripping down your legs, and you’re gonna let me, understand?”

“yes! yes, yes, i-i understand!” you hiccup as you try your hardest to keep yourself standing. “‘m so close, sir, please!”

again, he laughs and you can't even begin to guess why but you’re absolutely humiliated. there’s a certain sense of dread weighing heavy in your chest that you can’t quite put your finger on and it makes you feel sick, but the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of you is just too much. it’s all you focus on, it’s all you want to focus on.

"this is all you're fuckin' good for," ran tells you and you whimper as you look away from him. you're ashamed by the fact that his foul words make you even wetter. "but you like that, don't you? like bein' used by me?"

"yes, sir, i—"

"bet this is what you wanted all along, huh?"

the way ran laughs at you, all while continuing to fuck you senseless, serves only to make you even more embarrassed. you're on the verge of sobbing now, and yet you still cling onto ran's hip, encouraging him to fuck you harder. to fuck you like the slut he makes you out to be. and maybe you are a slut, made just for him. you can't fool him or yourself, either— you fucking love how his cock feels inside of you, his tip dragging against your sweet spot with little effort.

ran’s pace begins to quicken and you’re so fucking close that you start to plead with him again, begging over and over for him to just let you cum. and it’s right in your reach when suddenly he slows down, only just barely rocking his hips. your climax slowly begins to slip away from you and you realize that he really did cum inside you, and he’s now slowly fucking it further into your welcoming cunt.

“r-ran,” you stammer, eyes meeting his in the mirror as he begin to pull his pants back up.

“what’d i tell you?” he doesn’t even bother to hide his wolfish grin before bending down and shimmying your panties up your legs. “told you i was gonna send you back out there with my cum dripping down your legs. you forget already?”

“b-but,” you swallow thickly and slowly turn around to face him, “i didn’t get to—“

he smiles, though there's not an ounce of kindness behind it, “that’s too bad, baby. remember that next time you think you can play me.” 

his hand finds your lower back and he guides you to the door, opening it for you as you’re frozen in place. both shock and humiliation burn in your stomach as he laughs at your dumbfounded expression.

ran stands behind you and leans down to your ear, breath warm against your skin as he murmurs, “i win.”

with that, he gently shoves you back into the party and disappears into the nearby crowd. you only begin to come back to reality at the feeling of ran’s cum trickling down your thighs, and warm tears pool in your eyes once more.

a/n: HAHA this prob isn't what any of you were expecting when i said i was making a part 2 lol SURPRISE (p.s. i was rooting for the reader too but ran's too hot *ﾉωﾉ)

[beenjen]

Call me ‘may’be day 8 of Jen caring about Jen

- I stayed up until 1 am because Lilith’s pediatrician has a website you can self schedule but it has to be after midnight…. Then she was up at 5. Double ear infection - this happened, because SOMEONE didn’t give her her allergy medicine/decongestant, she has to have a little bit of a when she has heavy allergies and this last several weeks has been really bad.

So we were at the pediatrician early. Glad it’s not the flu/Covid/strep, but it pisses me off when people don’t listen to me about medical shit. I’M MEDICAL. What’s done is done, she has not felt great, we snuggled a lot. I bribed her with watered down OJ, started ABX, C will stay home with her tomorrow and work out of his home office and I feel better about us having her and noodling her than her being at daycare and not feeling well.

- my final retainer came in at the orthodontist. I’ll wear it for 6 months and then I guess keep it as a whitening tray? I’ll have a night one that I wear here on out, or most nights anyways after than and I’m done.

- Lilith took a nap in her stroller while I ran/walked 3 miles on my fav trail. It started getting muggy as it’s been raining then got into the 80s then I felt that with her having poor allergies it was prob a dick move to have her out like that and called it a short one.

- ordered delivery groceries of some yogurt, apple sauce, mac n’ cheese, little things I know she will maybe be enticed to eat. Plenty of fresh fruit and she loves cucumbers and carrots so stocked up.

Came home and worked on laundry; kept her out of ballet because she just didn’t feel up for it. Then when C came home he tagged me out so I could go to a yoga class.

It was incredible. It’s been a really long time since I’ve been able to really be with a teacher so focused on breath/movement - that’s the whole goal of yoga and when you can get that rhythm, it’s magic. So glad that worked out and I’ll be looking for more classes by this teacher for sure.

- our older dog Luna, has been having incontinence issues. She has a rather large lipoma on her side and I’m wondering if now that it’s gotten bigger, the recommendation to remove it may have changed, and it could be causing pressure for her… so instead of the nice, relaxing day I planned for myself on Thursday, I’ll be taking my old girl to the vet. Glad it worked out they could get us in then, I really hope our sweet girl has more time with us. Losing my damn dog is absolutely opposite of what I need at the moment.

- Drank my water, actually ate light today and juiced some veg for my gut. I always feel so good when I do a cleanse like that and it really does something for me mentally. Carrots for the win.

Happy week guys xx

[trashcanfills]

I’m regards to ur pk post: u are 100% right. The situation was v complicated and he probably went down as many avenues as he possibly could before getting to the vessels. We still don’t know a lot abt the situation. We also don’t know how having to treat hollow, his literal child, like a weapon could have affected him. All in all: he’s a 3D character and going “he is a Bad Person let’s Hate Him” because of limited information isn’t the way to go

Yea. One thing about Hollow Knight I like is that the characters are fleshed out with their own personalities, hidden motivations and ideals, even though we don’t fully get to know each of them. None of them feel like 2D caricatures masquerading as beings. Yes even those asshole or jokey characters kinda have some depth to them.

I actually find that very reflective of real life. Even when you spend time with the people around you, you won’t ever truly understand or comprehend the kind of person they are, but only come up with your interpretation of them.

Somehow the game gives a lot of information and doesn’t at the same time. We only obtain certain bits and pieces throughout our exploration of Hallownest, enough to kinda get the general gist of the whole picture, but not enough to get all the details.

Another interesting thing about Hollow Knight is how the events of the game didn’t come about due to one character. It’s a combination of factors that caused the eventual fall of the kingdom. The people heavily involved can certainly take some of the blame aka the Radiance and the Pale King, but not all of it.

Even though the Radiance was the one who caused the Infection to come about in the first place, her motivations for it were kind of understandable. Once you get the idea what she has gone through (aka worshipped then got abandoned by your followers, losing power to the point of existing as a mere concept in the dream realm), it’s very hard to say that she’s the actual bad guy of the situation given her anger is justified in a sense, even though she’s literally the final boss we beat up in the game. However, it certainly wasn’t right to take her anger out on the rest of the innocent population that weren’t involved in her abandonment and drag them into the conflict. It’s complex.

The same thing here goes for the pale king, and heck we don’t even interact with the guy directly. We can only get clues from the remnants of Hallownest and the people that have been affected by his decisions as the ruler. Yes he DID technically took away the Radiance’s worshippers, but we don’t know for sure whether he had bad intentions or ANY intention of doing so. From what I can grasp, he seemed to be a ruler who tried to be responsible and keep his kingdom running.

All the horrendous actions he made were mostly his responses to handle the infection, which was a pretty BIG fucking problem that no one knew how to solve. Yes, getting his children influenced by void on purpose and then only picking the one out of all as a vessel to contain the infection was very questionable, but it was done only as a response TO the infection. The pale king here was grasping straws for a solution and as a ruler he was pushed by time. Like the Radiance, he prob could have done things in a better way, but…yea look it’s very fucking complicated.

Because the situation is not so clear cut as it seems, despite knowing the general events, we cannot truly pinpoint who was the one really at fault for the whole mess. Yes the characters involved in it like the Radiance and Pale King prob could have done better but in hindsight it was a very fucked up situation, and a situation NO ONE asked to deal with. Look obviously you can’t actually expect people to come up with perfect or workable solutions to an imminent problem on the scale of the fucking plague. There’s bound to be mistakes because between the limited info we have, there’s only so much we can do with it. That’s the nature of life.

Pardon the word vomit reeeeeeeee there’s so much about the game that makes me wanna sit down and dig as much lore as I can out of it. The game is just THAT awesome. And yes i like the way you think, dear anon. It’s hard to truly judge someone when you don’t have all the pieces of the puzzle and kinda mean to assume the worst out of them outright.

[kitsune-kaos]

What's your favourite DND character that you've played? Tell us about them!

Ooo!!! 💖 So I started playing late last year, so I’ve only played 3 real thought out characters of my creation. On top of that tho, I’ve played 3 other one-off characters 😋 I’ve actually already typed out the story of my fave, Squeak, so I’m just gonna give a rundown of all the characters I’ve played, in order:

Marvel one-off:

Bobby/Iceman; Human(?) Tempest Sorcerer

(flavored to primarily use ice spells)

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Halloween one-off:

Medli; Fairy Bard—College of Lore

(styled after a Majora’s Mask Lost Fairy with Navi’s personality)

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Xmas one-off:

Sally; Drow Elf Cleric—Twilight Domain

(We were all coworkers in the party and I was HR)

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First main campaign: Icespire

Pip (and his mouse, Squeak); Half-Orc Barbarian—Path of the Beast

A total sweetie; loved his friends more than anything. Died cause he really wanted that sword. #RipPip

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Second main campaign: Ravnica

(I joined it in the middle; we probs won’t finish it)

Nyaniki; Tabaxi Monk—Way of the Drunken Fist + a dip into Rogue—Swashbuckler

(Not my official designs, but the only attempts I did)

He was a yakuza member who sought repentance only to accidentally meditate his way into Hell and the Abyss where he saw what his afterlife would be like. When he got back from the astral projection, he became an absolute drunk to forget what he experienced.

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First main campaign (take 2): Icespire

Squeak; Mousefolk Druid—of Spores

(Used Goblin race stats/feats rather than making/finding a homebrew)

Here is a screenshot of my story of how Squeak the Druid came to be (rather than retyping it all haha)

Squeak is a lot of fun to play ☺️ he has -1 Charisma and a lot of strangers find him creepy, though those who get to know him find him cute and endearing…and odd lol.

He’s quite the tank (despite only being 2’ tall) going into this final battle, with an Armor Class of 19!! His scale armor grants him disadvantage on Stealth rolls, but he’s expert in Stealth anyways so it’s cool haha. His specialty is healing spells, AoE support (especially Entangle), and a few solid damage cantrips and spells (mainly Necrotic, Fire, and a little Poison and Radiant).

He doesn’t talk much to strangers, he just observes and wonders around. Though, he also loves to scamper around/behind the legs of his big friends. When one of his friends goes somewhere, he’s likely to follow out of pure curiosity, and just cause he enjoys following his friends.

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(And as of yesterday, I finally figured out the class/background choice for my upcoming character!)

Third main campaign: Aedirn

(A 1-20 homebrew by my DM)

Samael/Azrael (name pending); Fallen Aasimar

Cleric—Order Domain + dip into Warlock—Hexblade

(I haven’t attempted drawing him, so here’s an edgy gouache self-portrait I did in high school haha)

He grew up as a Protector Aasimar wanting to join a group, known as The Inquisition, which hunts down and slays creatures labeled as “evil.” After a couple years, Sam/Ezra became a successful interrogator/torture specialist. His technique was to torture til the captive needed medical attention, then he’d patch them back up so that he could torture them more.

One day, out of nowhere, the Hexblade manifested and attached itself to Sam/Ezra. The dark energy from it infected Sam/Ezra, causing him to transform into a Fallen Aasimar. Between being Fallen and being the wielder of a/the Hexblade, Sam/Ezra became one of the top targets of The Inquisition, so he ran away and is now trying to hide and survive.

A big part of his journey will be relearning what “good” and “evil” mean, and how that differs from what The Inquisition preached. Also, as an Order Domain Cleric, he will have to rediscover what Order means to him.

We should be finishing Icespire this weekend, so ideally Samael/Azrael will make his debut next week 😁💕

[fallingfor-fics]

Teachers Pet-chapter 35: the attack

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chapter 34

We stepped outside and I got a weird feeling washing over me. I couldn't explain it but something felt off, everything looked the same, but I felt this weight in the air. Just then my neck started to hurt and I rubbed it trying to ease the pain. It began to sting a bit more as we began walking down the street. I winced and grabbed my neck again, stopping for a moment. "Is everything ok? What's wrong with your neck?" she stopped, noticing I had paused as well and looking me over. "Im fine, my neck just hurts a bit." I said with a sour face as I rubbed it hoping the feeling would fade. "Merlin Y/n it doesn't look ok are you sure you are fine?" she asked, a bit more shocked. "What do you mean? what's wrong with it?" I asked furrowing my brows.

 I turned and looked at my reflection in a store window and gasped a little at the sight of it. "Holy fuck." I said lightly brushing my fingers over it. I had never seen it like this before. The night of the Yule ball it was just a dark bruise looking spot. This time it was like all the veins in the area were infected and were a dark black color. I rubbed it and poked at it freaking out for a moment. "Merlin I have no Idea what's going on." Luna walked over and looked at it closely. "It's like someone injected some sort of black liquid into your veins, but why is it only this small area of your neck?" she said, investigating the wound. "I have no clue." I said as I winced from the stinging growing worse. "Ow motherfucker holy shit." I said squeezing my eyes shut, "Y/n look!" she said shaking my arm. I looked back at it and it was spreading slowly a bit up my neck. "Ew it looks almost alive, what is this?" I said pulling at the skin on my neck. "It's like the more it hurts the more it starts to spread." I said looking over at her. She was just examining it trying to figure out what could be happening. "When did this start?" she asked looking up at me. I paused for a moment and looked at her, "I can't remember, it happened at the yule ball but it wasn't this bad or noticeable and it went away after awhile." I looked up at Luna and unintentionally I went inside her head. I caught a glimpse of a few of her memories and shook my head looking away. "Oh Merlin I'm so sorry that was an accident I wasn't even trying." I said hectically. "What are you talking about? Try what?" She asked, confused. I looked at her and realized she didn't know I was in her head a few seconds ago. "N-nothing nevermind." I said looking back in the window and looking at the veins on my neck. I felt the uneasy feeling deepen and I looked over at Luna. "Luna we should prob-" I was cut off by a scream that came from down the street, Luna and I both turned quickly and my eyes grew wide when we saw what caused it. A girl about our age was thrown and was on the ground, passerby's surrounding her, I could see her slowly getting back up and we looked through the crowd, more screams and yells started and emerging from some people were about four or five figures dressed in all black with black hooded cloaks and masks. "Oh fuck Luna are those.." "Death eaters." she stuttered out as we both stood frozen. They were making their way through people, going in and out of stores, shoving and hexing anyone in their way. "W-what do we do?" She asked, reaching out and grabbing my arm. "Run." I said she nodded and we backed away slowly, people bumping into us as they ran to hide and move out of their way. 

One brave man tried fighting off one of the death eaters who had their grip on a Slytherin girl. He had his wand drawn and shot out a spell but the death eater quickly blocked it and hit him with an unforgivable curse. Luna and I kept a fast pace making our way through all the people. I saw another man hit a death eater and sent it flying back, it quickly got up off its feet and hit him with the cruciatus curse as well. We were trying to get through the crowd as fast as possible, there weren't a whole lot of people here but everyone was in a chaotic state and blocking all the walkways. We continued to hear cries and pleads and the sounds of spells being fired. I saw two Death eaters exit a store that was closer to us than my liking and made their way towards our crowd. "Go Luna c'mon hurry!" I said pushing her forward and running. They passed through most of them, it looked like they were looking for someone and only paid attention to young girls. They grabbed a girl that was fifteen feet from Luna and I and I heard her scream as they looked at her and then tossed her aside. I looked at her and saw she had a Slytherin scarf and robes on. My eyes went wide when I realized they were specifically checking Slytherin girls. I looked down at my robes and felt my insides turn and my heart beat as I stared at the crest on my chest. I looked and saw a death eater getting closer to us and turned back to Luna. "Give me your scarf!" I yelled at her, "What? Right now?" she asked, confused. I nodded and grabbed it from her quickly wrapping it around my neck and over the crest on my robes. "Go there down that alley!" I yelled and we ran towards it. I turned and saw two death eaters walking towards me and I felt my heart sink. Everything stopped for a moment. Like a scene in a movie where everything slows down and your instincts either kick in or fail you. I could hear my heart thumping in my head. I raised my wand and started shooting every possible spell at the one closest to me, "Y/n what are you doing?! Come on!" I heard Luna shout. I turned to her and tossed her my bag, she caught it and I turned back to the death eaters headed my way. "Run Luna! Hurry go!" I yelled at her, she shook her head and raised her wand, "No just go I got this i'm right behind you I promise!" I yelled. I definitely did not have this, but she didn't need to put herself in danger when she isn't remotely who they are looking for. She looked at me hesitantly and I just turned back to the figures. She took off down the street towards the alley. 

The taller one seemed to be more focused on taking me then fighting me off, they were getting closer as the other one did as well, shoving people out of their way as I continued backing up. "Diffindo!" I yelled attacking the Death Eater I had already tried to hit multiple times. They kept blocking it "Expelliarmus!" I shouted, shooting it at them over and over again, they were some very skilled wizards whoever they were, consistently blocking every attempt. The two death eaters worked together and shoved all the people out of their ways with spells, they didn't even falter a step and seemed to know each other's every next move, my neck was in an excruciating amount of pain but was masked by my adrenaline. The taller one headed towards me, quickly I used my wand and lifted a nearby cart of books and threw it at him, without hesitation he stopped it before it hit him and tossed it off to the side. "Leave me alone I'm not who you want!" I screamed thrashing my wand left and right as I threw a multitude of spells their way. "Expulso!" I shouted at the shorter, but still large, Death Eater catching them off guard and sending them back. They lifted their wand from their place on the ground as they struggled to get up. I shot another spell their way and they blocked it. "Sectumsempra!" a man's voices yelled from behind his mask. I had never heard of this spell before and was taken off guard. Right before it reached me the taller Death eater raised his wand and shot a protection spell out at me. It blocked the other death eaters spell and I saw the taller one shoot a look at the other that was now running over to me. Why would he block it? A lot of people had scattered but I still couldn't see where the other death eaters were. "Confringo!" I shouted at the taller man that was getting closer, he blocked it with ease and continued forward towards me. I could feel the pain in my neck growing more and more as I continued on blocking their spells and shooting any I could. I ran down an alley that was opposite the one Luna went down and ran as fast as I could. I looked back and saw the two men chasing after me, I turned down behind some buildings and continued to run as fast as possible. I stopped when I was put out back into the main street of the town, I had only been here so many times, not enough to know my way around perfectly though. I sighed and clutched my neck as I felt it sharpen, It grew from an aching sting to a sharp stabbing feeling. I screamed in pain as I tried to focus on the two men. I had noticed the taller man wasn't attacking me, but just trying to get closer to me. I ignored him and focused on the other man. I pointed my wand at a trashcan and threw it at him, he ducked and raised his wand. The taller man was now a mere five feet from me and I looked up at him. Everything went into slow motion again and I could feel a stinging in my wrist, I looked down and saw the same black veins I'd seen on my neck had spread down through my arm. The man seemed to also notice and paused for a moment. I looked up at him and raised my wand "Expelliarmus!" I yelled and he blocked it with little effort once more. The other death eater came up behind him, "Crucio!" He yelled and my eyes went wide, I knew that my protection spell was not able to block this and my only option would be to try and run. 

The taller man shot a spell out against his own and it deflected the curse from reaching me. They exchanged a look, and I looked at the taller man. I looked at his eyes through his mask and he made eye contact with me as well, there was something so familiar about him. But I didn't have time to think because his partner was once again trying to attack me, I pointed my wand to a potted plant and threw it at his head. This time striking him and knocking him to the ground. The taller man reached forward to grab my coat, I looked over and saw a third death eater pointing at me "We found her!" they yelled then raised their wand. I figured this was it. They knocked my wand from my hand and the man clutching my robes looked at me. I kicked his shin but he didn't release his grip. I saw his eyes looking me over and I could feel my neck and arm burning, like I was being lit on fire. And he noticed it too, taken aback a bit by the sight of me. "I'm telling you, you have the wrong girl!" I shouted. The man I thought I had knocked out came walking up, "No dear you are just who we want!" he sneered at me. "Imperio!" I heard a familiar voice yell, the one man was struck and suddenly raised his wand striking the third death eater and sending them back into a wall. The man that gripped my shirt and I looked over and I smiled when I saw Remus standing with his wand out. The Death eater he made attack the other raised his wand at Remus and he deflected the spell he sent his way. While the man that had a grip on me was distracted I used my hand and sent a jab to his lower stomach and he folded slightly still not letting go. I grabbed his wand from his hand and pushed it to his throat but he was quicker and muttered a spell that made it disappear from my grasp and return to his hand. I grunted and kicked as I tried to get his grip off me. "Expelliarmus!" I heard Remus shout and it hit the man in front of me causing him to fall backwards, bringing me down with him. I quickly pushed the man back down as he tried to get up and grabbed my wand running over to Remus. The man got up and pointed his wand at us, well Remus in specific. I stepped in front of Remus and saw the Death eater hesitate. Two others emerged from the corner and were heading towards us. I felt Remus grab my hand from behind me and interlocked our fingers. I saw the death eater look in my eyes and I looked in his, I could see hesitation and guilt, I could tell whoever this man was, either knew he couldn't, or didn't want to hurt me. He circled his wand in preparation to fire a spell and I could see the light barely begin to leave his wand, then I felt my insides twisting and turning and my head spinning, It kept spinning and then it slowed down and stopped and my vision came into focus.

I looked over and saw my hand interlocked with Remus'. I looked around and saw we were on the edge of Hogsmeade. "Thank you." I said shocked, "No time hurry we need to get you back inside the school." he said and we started running. "Accio!" I said closing my eyes and extending my hand, I felt my broom hit my palm and I smiled to myself. "Hop on hurry!" I said, our hands still clasped as we stepped onto the broom and I wrapped my hands around the handle. I lifted us up and flew as fast as I knew how back to Hogwarts. I flew down to the courtyard and landed the best I could on the snow. I heard a grunt come from Remus, as I let out a wince as we toppled onto the cold ground. "Sorry I haven't perfected a landing." I said rubbing my head as he got up and held out a hand to help me up. "That's quite alright." He said as I took his hand and he helped me up. "Y/n!" I heard Luna yell and I turned and saw running towards me. "Are you ok?!" she asked out of breath. "Yes thanks to Remus here." I said smiling up at him. "You said you were right behind me! I would have helped! What happened?" she said, sputtering out so many questions. "I'm not even sure we need to get to Dumbledore immediately though." I said looking over at Remus, "Yes indeed let's hurry." and we all headed off to meet Dumbledore.

Taglist; @lovelyhoneylemon @juliijah

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Calm, After the Storm

[Easy Reading Version on Toyhou.se]

The clean-up for Vernrot Harbour had been slower going than Lusien expected. There was no structural damage to the town, no residents had been harmed as far as he was aware of, and the organisation that’d moved in to defeat the ‘threat’ were able to manage the situation quite cleanly. He had numerous encounters with members of Gaia since the incident: first on the night of the event when he was prevented from getting anywhere close to the shoreline, no matter how many times he insisted he knew the person causing all the trouble; again the night after when a member of the hospital wing knocked on his door to check him for signs of eldritch mental corruption, due to his close contact with a horrorterror (supposedly the results were normal… For this town’s standards); and then at least once a night after that as more people were brought in for clean-up duty.

The clean-up duty, of course, being restoring the balance between the numerous other entities inhabiting the town.

Lusien has always been familiar with the supernatural, and this familiarity has made him attuned to the state of the town. Those Who Slumber In The Deep are placid for a collective of horrorterrors living in the depths of Vernrot Harbour’s, well, harbour. Their influence is subtle, altering the weather patterns to their liking, and infecting the minds of the residents as the eldritch are wont to do. Some are more susceptible to their influence, typically those who live closer to their abode or spend much longer in the ocean than the average troll. But only he, gifted with the power to see the unseen and comprehend the incomprehensible, are aware of just what they’re doing to the residents. The scientist who lives by the shoreline doesn’t know why he feels lonely when he is unable to hear the whispers in the back of his mind, the author further towards the centre of town doesn’t think about why they’re always so drawn to the ocean whenever they feel troubled. And Lusien cannot tell them, the horrorterrors don’t allow them to believe him.

It is the other entities that are of most concern. The shadow beings were more restless than usual, and their home invasions became more frequent. The spirits residing in the lighthouse required more favours to pacify, feeling extra capricious out of spite for their ‘territory’ being infringed upon. Mostly they just required food or a small sacrifice, and while Lusien didn’t enjoy whenever they sought out something more from him, he was still compelled to carry out their wishes. Every other supernatural being that made their home in the town had their own sets of rules to follow, an invisible checklist of tasks and favours that once completed will make them consider not acting out again for an unspecified amount of time. No one else in the town was aware of their existence, and thus it became Lusien’s duty to tend to each and every one of their needs for the sake of the livelihoods of others. No one but him would notice if a resident was spirited away to another realm or possessed by a cranky entity who was rudely awoken by the songs of The Choir, and no one would be grateful for his efforts, but he still felt it was important to help them.

The staff at Gaia had been more than helpful. The trolls they sent were all well-equipped to handle the supernatural in a non-violent manner, although Lusien would often be called over to guide them through the more unpredictable whims of the entities. “Look for the blueblood with the starry eye” became a phrase often spoken by members of the organisation, and it was not uncommon for someone to come running over to the lighthouse to seek him out for an emergency. He would ask about what happened to Thri- The horrorterror they captured that caused all of this, but no one had an answer for him. They probably wouldn’t have an answer if he used his actual name either, given their tendency for codenames and classifications. The best he’d heard is that ‘the creature’ had returned to its troll form, and was currently detained. Lusien didn’t particularly enjoy the way they spoke of his friend, but he’d given up on correcting every single person he asked.

He was at the pier again, fishing up some more flounders to harvest their skeletons for a ritual as his nightly routine had been for the past couple of nights, when he heard the sound of heeled boots stomping on the wooden boardwalk approaching him. 

“Ugh… No one told me there were gonna be some fucked up toads here.”

Lusien turned to face the Gaia employee whining about the wildlife they must have come across, a tall indigblood wearing a white, slightly-translucent coat. They had a company umbrella in their hand that was most likely issued to them as part of their excursion to the rainy town, and they’d pulled up the hood of their coat over their head for extra protection against the wet weather. Through their scrunched-up expression of disgust, Lusien had noticed their eyes were rather striking: He’d never seen heterochromia as intense as their pale purple and reddish-pink eyes. Before he can make a comment about how the ‘toad’ they mentioned was most likely a mutated variation of the juvenile fishmen that plague the waters of the harbour, they’re quick to continue.

“You’re Lusien, right? The guy everyone’s been going on about?” There’s a nice, casual tone to their voice, which contrasts greatly against the horrendous vibes Lusien can see latching onto them. They’ve been deeply tainted by something he cannot quite figure out, but just like all the other residents of this town they seem completely unbothered by it. 

He nods in response to their question, and cannot help but wonder if they’re genuinely unaware of whatever magical influence has poisoned their mind or if they’re simply choosing to ignore it. They smile, in a way that makes Lusien’s hypothesis favour towards the latter.

“Pog. Yeah so I’m guessing you’re used to us coming up to you to give progress reports on the state of the town, but I got nothing. The reports I’ve been getting seem to suggest it’s getting better, so we’ll be outta here in a couple nights once we’re certain it’s all back to your usual level of fucked up.” They shrug. “If it was still out of control, I wouldn’t be here. I’m like a canary in a mineshaft, I’m not assigning myself to check out certain towns if there’s a risk of Shitbrains Syndrome. I already got enough of that.”

Yep, definitely aware of it but choosing to ignore it. Somehow even more off-putting than if they were just as clueless as the residents of the town. Despite feeling disconcerted, Lusien nods again. He’s always polite, no matter how disturbing his conversational partner may be.

“Okay. Thank you for the update.” It wasn’t his place to pry into anything else they had implied, and they probably appreciate that. It’s hard to get a read on what they’re thinking.

“Oh yeah, also. Update from the Starfish himself. I’m not a messenger but he’d probs appreciate it if I told you this-”

Lusien’s ears twitch at the mention of the ‘starfish’. He thinks he recalls Thrixe once mentioning his lusus, in a conversation a long time ago about stargazing. 

“He’s like, legit crushed about the whole horrorterror thing. He asked a couple times if you were alright, but psychological records are confidential and all that so I just told him yeah. Don’t really blame him that much about being kinda emo about the whole ordeal. And no one really wanted to give him any updates cuz, y’know, that’s a wholeass horrorterror we got locked up, but I knew the guy already so it kinda became my job to deliver the goods. I didn’t even get a bonus added to my pay for that...” They mutter that last part as they look away, glancing down towards the shoreline where Thrixe turned. “Anyway. I’m sure he’d probs wanna tell you to your face if the town’s ever gonna want him back here, but. Just thought you should know.”

For the first time in nights, Lusien felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. That feeling of relief with almost as much intensity to that of whenever he sees Anirus’ ship float into the harbour. He was okay. Thrixe was okay. 

“I’m glad to hear that.” The blueblood smiles. “And thank you for being so kind to him.”

The indigoblood was right. It probably won’t be likely that Thrixe would be able to return here for a long time given the whims of the entities, but Lusien would look forward to that night, whenever it may be.

[flowerslightning]

How does a character's death affect the hero

It's been bothering me for a while. Between Mr Strife, Claudia, Zack and Aerith, whose death gives the most impact in his life? The three of them die before his eyes, and we know nothing about Cloud's father but I believe they gave different blow to him

When Cloud says he feels guilty about the lost of his loved one, I strongly believe it is not about Aerith only.

Let's be specific. Pls dont get offensive, this is just my opinion. Hear me out and correct me if Im wrong

AERITH'S DEATH | ZACK'S DEATH

Alright, I'm gonna assume you guys had read both characters' death. Sorry, no Claudia post since we dont get to see much of her

Sooo long story short,

We hear nothing about Cloud's father, but his absent gives impact to Cloud's personality. Cloud grow up without a father figure making him to appear small, crybaby, low self confident, and had once developed anger prob

And there we have Claudia Strife, can I say she was the first person to die before Cloud's eyes?

Loosing a mother in such tragic way surely would give a deep scar in your memories and heart. How does this effects Cloud?

Let's say, you stab your chest with a 5kg knife (DONT DO THIS) and the depth of the wound is 10cm, sure it hurts like hell but it will heal. The wound will need to close with stitches and a small scar will be there. And what if there is noo stitches? Well, the skin has to close on its own

The same goes to Cloud, he had his first wound of losing someone dear infront of him but then he healed in times. The wound? Its there, scarred with small pain

4 years later, Zack died protecting him, right infront of Cloud's eyes. Stab again the chest with the 5kg knife, at the same place. The old wound will re-open and new wound formed, causing more damage to the cells and a lot painful than the previous stab and the wound is deeper

And how did it affect Cloud? He was in deeper pain now. The same place got attacked again, leaving the scar deeper, painful and unhealed.

A year later (or less?), Aerith died infront of him and he didnt do anything to stop Sephiroth. The previous wound with Zack has not healed yet, but the knife is already stabbing back the chest, at the same place with the same weight

And the result? You can hardly breath air. Your heart, your lung will loss their function, super painful, bleeding, deformity, you can barely feel the presence of your torso, the skin probably has tear off too, it feels like you wanna cut off the whole body but you cant.

And you have to drag the wound all around you. You probably will limp as well. Every steps you make, every breath you take, with the blood dripping down, the pain just keeps getting stronger and stronger. Hell you may get bacteria infection if its left untreated. But who’s going to treat you? (tifa..uhuk) The wound is invisible but its real

How comes the wound can gets serious even though you stab using a knife with the same weight and same place - bcause you stabbed the same unhealed wound continuously, without a rest.

Which event cause the most severe pain? - the third one ofc,

This is how Cloud feels when he lost Aerith. His already massively wounded heart has been continuously stabbed by the same event - the death of his loved ones before his eyes.

Learning that Aerith was related with Zack, and Zack died protecting Cloud then later Aerith died infront of him, the death of Aerith hit Cloud seriously

Soo, when the fans say Cloud suffers from depression and keeps talking about the death of his dear, I dont think Cloud refers this to Aerith only

He refers it to Zack and Aerith, (and probably Claudia too)

Im not trying to offend Clerith shippers. But its just that, try to fix your point of view. Zack is an important person to Cloud. And Aerith connects Zack with Cloud. Aerith is dear to Zack thus Cloud cares a lot about her. Losing Aerith from his hand feels the same weight as losing Zack infront of him.

Cloud is Zack's best buddy but his memory of Zack has lost. Cloud too has special bond with Aerith and the memories intact.

Since the memories of Aerith are there inside his mind, that is why he feels guilty as hell about loosing her. If his memories about Zack are still there, especially all those moments where Zack dragged Cloud with him for one whole year, Cloud probably would felt a lot lot lot guiltier even before he meet with Aerith

And that is why in Advent Children, both Zack and Aerith show up. They both are important for Cloud. Ofc while fighting the summon, Aerith gives the final boost to Cloud, cuz well.. Aerith is an ancient and she has some sort of power with the lifestream

Remember when Tifa fell down from the bridge and was in coma for 7 days, it wasnt his fault, but see how this event lead Cloud to suffer from anger problem?

I bet, if Tifa dies too, even if it isnt his fault and not infrnt of his eyes, Cloud will never be able to recover from her lost. He’ll probably become a breathing functionless pineapple for the rest of his life.

Cloud hardly loves people but once he does, he gives too much love for them, to the point he scares to loose them and too afraid to be happy

A hero with tragic adult life

[dream-girls-evil]

Ratched: Episode 3 Reactions

Miss Osgood

Omg this house. All the Art Deco. I’m in love.

Petunia!!!

Oh fuck, she’s after Dr. Hanover? “Falsified his credentials”?? Is he a con man? A doctor who committed some kind of malpractice? What did you allow him to do, Miss Osgood?!

Love a bitch with a cigarette holder

Dr. Manuel Benaga

“Brilliant, charismatic, and insane but doesn’t know it” so he and Mildred really are two peas in a pod then, huh

Aslkdjdslfkdjfklk a severed head as a birthday gift? Original, I’ll give her that.

I see where this is going. Hanover is responsible for whatever happened to her son.

An Update on the Lesbians (+ some unfortunate heterosexual activity)

Aw, flowers! Nurse Bucket is really trying to get back on Hanover’s good side. I think she’s got a thing for him.

Lobotomies cause lesbianism now? Well, that’s a new one.

“Homosexual is what Walt Whitman was.” Why is the phrasing of this sentence so odd to me?

Ahh hydrotherapy. Another fun throwback to Asylum. Although I guess technically this is the throwback--back to when the treatment was new.

Oof Mildred and Huck are not on board with this. Even Bucket seems a bit unsure for a moment, but she’s sticking with it!

Oh no, not the cold water now. They’re going to send her into shock!

Huck is a good boy. I don’t want this to end badly for him.

Oh! Gwen at home! 

Okay, her husband is clearly gay. I’ve been wondering how they were going to play her marriage.

Mmm the governor wants Edmund to fry, and Gwen’s not here for it.

This nurse (Dolly?) is kinda fun. She’s cute and sassy. Unfortunately, she’s totally going to think Edmund is hot.

Girl he is a mass murderer do not FLIRT with him

SIIIIIGH

The guard is RIGHT THERE wtf

Oh I bet Mildred is going to have some words for her brother

Ope where’s Hanover going? Anywhere interesting?

Oh fuck! That was a close one! I was not expecting the PI to catch up to him like, this episode. They made it sound like wherever Miss Osgood lived was a ways away.

I really wish this note was from Gwen but I know it’s gonna be the other dude. And yes, I did JUST realize that the other dude is the PI and not a reporter. I’m not good with men’s faces because I don’t care about them.

Good for him that he’s willing to experiment with her I guess? But also would love him to go away.

Cuz she’s gay and can’t do this :/

Ooh, Mildred backstory! I’m not surprised that she gets turned on by the memory of saving this man. Making herself a savior is kind of her whole thing.

Oh nooo she’s fantasizing about Gwen. Oh honey. I hate this for her.

Oh this douche.

Fuck, she just realized that he’s looking for Hanover. How very serendipitous! This can definitely be used to her advantage.

Okay, so how come Gwen’s husband can have sex with another man, but when Gwen wants to pursue another woman it’s too risky?

Dr. Hanover

Things really have worked out quite well for Mildred regarding Dr. Hanover. This new piece of leverage has just fallen into her lap.

So, Henry Osgood was basically a baby Dandy Mott.

Oh fuck, LSD?! I’m guessing this is the origin of his drug addiction.

Oh man, Henry poured in a LOT. I’m surprised that didn’t kill him.

HE GOT DIFFERENT ARMS

Fuuuuuuck this is intense

And then Henry’s body got infected and he lost his legs, too

This really sucks, because it really just was this one moment that he didn’t keep a sharp enough eye on this boy, and things unraveled SO quickly.

I wonder what Mildred has planned to help him. Probs gonna do something to the PI.

I also wonder like, what exactly Miss Osgood thinks happened to her son, cuz I’m guessing Hanover didn’t really stick around to explain. From what she said earlier, sounds like she thinks he’s delusional and thought that he could cure Henry by replacing his arms.

Thoughts and Theories

It was really interesting to see Mildred so upset by the hydrotherapy, and I have to say, I’m liking her characterization so far. I like that instead of being a straight sadist they’re portraying her as having more of just a very skewed sense of morality and empathy. They’re definitely building her as an Angel of Mercy, and specifically one with a savior complex. We can see this in how she gets turned on by remembering the gratitude of a man whose life she saved during the war, but now her way of “saving” people has evolved to include harming and even killing them, because she believes this will relieve their suffering. At this point, she’s still clearly capable of some differentiation and genuine empathy--killing seems to be a last resort for the truly hopeless, as we see her still actually desire to help Edmund and care for her lesbian patient who is, by every standard, suffering. Her whole “freedom from suffering” thing seems more like a way to justify harm that is otherwise necessary from her plans, but I think as time goes on, as more drastic measures are necessary and she wields more power over the asylum, we will see her slip further into this delusion.

I also really like how intelligent and manipulative she is. Like, with Hanover, killing Dario and helping him cover it up means he’s willing to listen to her both out of trust and fear, with the added bonus that it drives a wedge between him and Bucket. And after finding out about the PI, she could have gone with outright blackmail, but between trust and fear, trust is always the smarter choice to get someone to do what you want. She’s put herself on Hanover’s side and made herself indispensable to him, but also armed herself with enough knowledge that he can’t cross her if he ever wants to. And this brings me to Gwen. I think it’s definitely interesting that we see Hanover, Gwen, and Mildred all aligned with wanting to save Edmund from the electric chair. Although Hanover and Gwen simply have a moral stance against it, it clearly works in Mildred’s favor, and I do wonder if she’s going to get Gwen involved with her plans to save Edmund as well, given that she has access to the governor.

[asnakewithwingsisadragon]

Updated list of the bitches in this system because Gods know we needed it, go!

• Fae- Actual owner of the body. Has not been fully “themself” since they were like 6 (when Harl got here). Always co-cons with someone because they can’t stand being out alone.  Doesn’t know or care what we do with their life. Terrified of people. Has left us alone for extended periods of time. If you think you’ve talked to them, there’s a 99% chance it was actually Claire, Amanda, or Becky.  Actually a very sweet kid, but very hurt. Will go to the end of the world for their friends. Can hold a grudge like nobody’s business. Paints themself as a bitch but is a softie. Their mom cannot tell the difference between them and Becky. Diabetic, to Nidia’s displeasure. Closet Gryffindor turned Slytherin in order to survive.

• Amanda – Our system’s “guard dog”/Head Bitch in Charge. Much more complicated than that. The real author of Fae’s thigh scars (barely visible now), and maybe the only reason we made it through high school. The little voice that says “kill everyone and blame it on me”. Zero concern for consequences for herself. Impulse control consists of “Jail is awful and Fae doesn’t deserve it”.  She’s over 30.

• Lisbeth (Sally)- Just…Sally. The other voice that wants to kill everyone but doesn’t because she actually thinks about the consequences of her actions. Max is technically her partner, but we don’t talk about that (you can ask). I think she’s 30-something, but might as well be Fae’s age.

• Claire- Possibly Fae’s projection of herself into different universes. She can be 6, 17, 24 and 35. Last name Constantine. From Liverpool. Awful accent. Please don’t call her Australian. Another closet Gryffindor turned Slytherin.  Most of Fae’s friends are actually hers. Has been Fae for longer than Fae has been Fae. Likes soccer and we’re sorry. Punk. Hella Punk. Also hella broke.

• Mara- Claire’s sister (maybe twin). Approach with caution. (One of the several sexual alters, can be the same ages as Claire) Responsible for most of Fae’s awful dating decisions.

• Valentina- Rarely comes out, but she’s apparently God? We don’t know. Seems like she knows everyone, though. She always looks 20-something, but we know she’s older.

• Nidia- Claire’s daughter and the pure incarnation of Fae’s ADHD. A Jedi. Weirdest kid EVER. Super compassionate. Wears heart on her sleeve.  Can be 5, 9, 16 and 21. Impulse control is 100% artificial, but existent. Can, like Amanda, drink up to 3 cans of Monster Energy Drink in a row without batting a lash. Will eat ALL THE CANDY. The reason we need to carry an extra insulin syringe with us most of the time. Pours fun dip and sweetarts into her drinks. The kind of kid child leashes were invented for.

• Hellena- Mara’s daughter. STAY AWAY. Evil incarnate. Abusive A.F. Can and will destroy you. In her 20’s

• Christine- Hell’s identical twin. Remember that girl in Mean Girls who wants to bake a cake out of sunshine and rainbows and smiles? Christine is that cake. Rarely out. Same age as Hell.

• Evey- Hell and Chris’ big sister. That one kid with the pink hair and lots of tattoos. Zero impulse control.  Always looks like a teenager for some reason (not over 25)

• Vlad- Agender/Genderqueer mystical creature of the forest. Valentina’s child. Awesome person in general. Permanently 17.

• Harley- Yup. THAT Harley. You know the drill. She’s actually the one who makes all the fun plans because she’s the one who has the energy for it. Gets along with everyone until she doesn’t. Can drink us all under the table. Can drink you under the table. Has been Fae for longer than Claire has been Fae. Was the first one here, so she has tattoo privileges. And dating privileges. And everything privileges, basically. If I say how old she is, I may not live to see another day. Fae’s real mum. Will take you to Petco on exam week to pet puppies. Will yell “doge!” out loud.

Pets every dog. Will steal Teddy from Max.

• Edward- Mr. Nigma, sir. Somehow has better makeup skills than all the girls here combined.  If his attitude was as nice as his eyebrows, he’d rule the world by now. EVERYTHING HAS QUESTION MARKS. Knows more than anyone.  Is actually a genius. Wastes his time trying to school the little ones (and trying to get Naya to use proper words).  Smug bastard. Probs 40-something.

• Cass- Also from comics. EVERYTHING IS YELLOW (yiyo). Doesn’t talk much, but is always fun to have around. Will make you watch animated movies and take you to Starbucks. Will also make you work out. Can be 5, 9, 18 and 25. Smol Cass is a fan of pokemon. If it’s yellow, it belongs to her.

• Naya- Cass’ child. Has her own language, featuring words like “kaijukata”, “pakato”, and “omashii” (“Kaiju attack”, an insult of her own invention, and her word for “mother”.) There are no sidewalks, only pedestrian lanes. Biggest Kaiju Enthusiast. Wants to be Mako Mori.

• M.J.- Has been here for as long as Harley has. Isn’t around as much. The difference between her and Claire is that you can actually understand what MJ says when she gets mad. Probs 25 forever.

• Danni- Amanda’s daughter. Will also fuck you up. Has the weirdest kinks.  23

• Miranda- Danni’s daughter. Don’t ask. Also a sexual alter. 21

• Martha- Miranda’s sister. Level-headed.  A psychiatrist. 21. Actually the most mature person in this head, along with Tári.

• Alice- Nidia’s daughter. Also a psychiatrist. Likes psychoanalyzing people. Type 1 bipolar. Thinks all Arkham inmates are humans and wants to help. Will probably end up as an Arkham Inmate herself. Age slides. Toddler Alice is the devil. Can be 5, 9, and 21

• Alyssa- Mara’s best friend. Take Alice out of wonderland and teach her ballet, then add a sprinkle of Luna Lovegood. Permanently 17-ish.

• Robin- Alice’s little sister. Wants to be Carrie Kelly when she grows up. Terrified of squirrels. Can be 5 and 18. Lesbiab. Lesebeb. Girls. Yes.

• Tári- Alice and Robin’s eldest sister. Autistic. Genius extraordinaire. Loves to talk to Eddie. Often one of them leaves the conversation feeling stupid (it isn’t Tári). Loves Legos. REALLY LOVES LEGOS. Forensic Anthropologist/ wants to be Bones when she grows up. Vegetarian. Can be 12/17/21.

• Frances- Harley’s kid. Don’t ask, this was super weird. Frances herself is super weird. She hears voices. The voices tell her to do things. She rarely listens. Actually super polite. Has “opal” hair. 18-20. We don’t really know.  If we’re gonna have a sub-system, it will probably be because of Frankie.

• Shilo- Shilo Wallace. Infected by her genetics. Her nightmares are the worst. Once made Amanda and Sally fight over a pair of combat boots just so she could get to keep them. Probably Becky’s best friend in here.

• Bellatrix- That one got here on her own. Over 50. Still looks great.

• Azula- also got here on her own.

• Cassiopeia- Bella’s biggest mistake. Best teacher ever. Resident hipster chick. Is actually here to keep a little group of alters from causing too much mayhem.  28.

• Ascella- Lesbian extraordinaire. Sees dead people. I’m not even kidding. Permanently 23.

• Jamie Moriarty- Another one who got here on her own. Our self confidence boosts and power trips. Will maybe kill someone. Better than you and is not afraid to let you know.  Fae’s teachers were terrified of her.

Everyone’s terrified of her; I don’t know who we think we’re kidding. 32.

• Lestat- Fae’s gay vampire boyfriend. Is rarely around anymore. Probably for the best. 260-ish years old. Prick.

• Lindsay - THE definitive Sexual alter. From a comic book oneshot. Amanda on steroids, but if Amanda knew how to socialize. Loves horror, movies, photography and monsters. 26. 

• Becky - Called “morbid” for a reason. Disabled as all fuck. Autistic/ADHD, connective tissue disorder. A lawyer. Loves to argue. Jon Crane’s wife (at least here). 30ish. Always cold and always in pain. If we cancel plans, it’s most likely her fault and she’s sorry.

• Liliana - Necromancer. Big Titty Goth GF. We love and cherish her, alcoholism and all. Will never be over Jace and she knows it.

• Chandra - Pyromancer extraordinaire with severe ADHD. A lot like Fae in a lot of ways. Decidedly Pansexual, thank you very much. 25.

• Vraska - Ravnican to the core, but also a fantastic pirate. Great leader, good friend, fun to be around. Has the huskiest voice in the system. Has the worst flashbacks out of all of us. Can be 19 and 29. • Kari - Vraska and Jace’s kid. Hypermelanistic gorgon, telepath like her dad. Fun to be around. Can be 7, 12 and 25.

• Ral - Very very Izzet, and very very gay, and we love him for it. Very intelligent, good at fixing and making things with his hands. Confident, charismatic, and a workaholic. Tomik’s husband. Sometimes with Max. In his 40’s

• Tomik - Ral’s husband. Quiet, but very caring and polite.Also very smart and hard-working, always loves to learn new things and meet new people. 27-ish. Very gay, too. Makeup skills up there with Eddie’s.

• Teysa - Tomik’s boss. A Boss Ass Rich Bitch, and we love her lots for it. Very polite and interesting to be around. Could buy us all and our families ten times. Old, but looks to be in her early 30’s.

• Avacyn - An angel from Innistrad. Here to protect us. Really likes listening to old pop-punk and emo music with Max. Very sweet to be around, although she can be a little literal-minded.

• Olivia - A Vampire and a bitch. Liliana’s...ex? Something. A lot like Teysa, but much more fun-loving and impulsive.

• Nahiri - Doesn’t come out much. Stern but caring, very savvy, doesn’t take anyone’s crap. Can hold on to grudges like her life depends on it. 

[sloppy-butcher]

A Wise Man Once Said

A Jeff Johansen Story 

Notes: Jeff is Daddy Jesus and no one can change my mind. Rin Yamaoka (The Spirit) is in this so be ready. This one isn’t as emotional or indepth as claudette’s story but i’ve always had the idea that Jeff, along with Ace and Tapp are like the dad squad and Rin is baby. Ash is more of an old man hooker and Bill is... Bill. Jeff needs more fanfiction and so does Rin so why not add ‘em together. I will probs write a Rin specific fic once her lore in the Tome 2 is realeased. Until then stay fresh my dudes

word count: 2782

TW: mentions of blood and death

“Jesus Christ Jeff.” Ace called down from atop the hill, his voice shaky and   distraught. “Wh-what the hell?” 

Jeff managed to momentarily tear his eyes away from the scene before him to look back over his shoulder at the two other men. Ace was bleeding, the wound in his shoulder from the hook he had just been taken off of was steadily leaking blood and staining his leopard-print shirt but Jeff could tell that it wasn’t the blood loss that was causing the man to look extremely pale and to shiver violently. Next to him, Jeff saw David Tapp, or as they called him, Detective. He looked as equally pale and distressed as the other but managed to maintain a stoic face. Both men looked down at their friend and at the thing he lay atop. 

Jeff’s gaze followed theirs and landed back on that pale blue face of the killer nicknamed The Spirit. Ordinarily, Jeff, nor anyone for that matter, would never get this close to the killer as he was now. Or rather they would be able to too. Spirt was notorious for being the most violent and aggressive killer in this Hellscape and the only time one would be able to get this close to her was when she was carrying you off to be sacrificed. It terrified Jeff, staring into the face of the one who had time and time again hunted and killed you and everyone you cared for. And it terrified him, even more, when he realized that she was beneath him, between his legs. 

Jeff couldn’t move, couldn’t think and couldn't react. All he could do was stare at the ghost girl and try to remember what made him do what he did. He began to unconsciously memorize her face; white, cloudy eyes surrounded by pale blue skin with lips gone purple. There were bruises all over her exposed skin and Jeff saw many lacerations dotted across her bare chest, all of which were stuck with jutting pieces of broken glass. She looked painful and Jeff couldn’t help but cringe at the thought of how much agony she must be in. But what stuck out the most about her, was the large growing pool of blood collecting around her head.

For a second, Jeff was worried about her. He had always been the type of person who would empathize with anyone hurt and watching as an unsettling amount of brown, dead blood ooze out of the Spirit’s head made Jeff nervous. Can Killers even get hurt? He wondered, can killers even die here? He felt the color drain from his face when he saw her chest stop moving. Very slowly and cautiously, like a kid waiting for their Jack-in-the-box toy to explode, he leaned down over her and hovered his ear just above her mouth and nose. He waited for a moment. Then he was hit with a wave of sudden relief when he felt her breath against his skin. A wise man would have questioned himself for doing such an act, he’d ask himself why he cared for such a monstrous creature only capable of bloodshed and death. But Jeff was a wiser man and instead decided to ignore such questions for now. 

“Jeff?” Ace called again. Jeff sat back up and turned around to face him. Both Ace and Detective Tapp were frozen in place, both held the same horrified look in their eyes. Jeff suddenly remembered what happened.

They were in the area known as Disturbed Ward. Everything was normal up until Ace got hooked. Things weren’t going too well for Jeff and his friends, the Spirit seemed to be having a particularly bad day as she showed no remorse for anyone; not that she ever did show any kind of human emotion other than complete and utter wrath to the survivors, this time was just 1000 times worse. She was on a destructive rampage. And Jeff couldn’t do anything about it Everyone was on their last hook before even a second generator was done. Jeff had begun to lose hope, things were so bleak and meaningless, that was until Ace found him. Jeff was healing in a corner, or at least trying to, crouching behind a decrepit wall biting back his cries of pain for fear of the killer finding him. Luckily it was Ace who found him and without even saying a word he took Jeff’s medkit and set to work healing and fixing Jeff’s torn and battered body. When Ace was done he passed Jeff and smile and put a comforting hand on his shoulder. 

“We got this.” Ace sounded sure and confident and Jeff felt infected by the man's hope and charisma. He was a good man, they all were. All his fellow survivors were good, honest people who deserved better than this. They didn’t do anything wrong. They didn't deserve this kind of hell. He felt rage ignite within him, rage at those who dared to hurt good people. That rage hit a boiling point when he saw on the hill that the Spirit was going for Ace again, right after he had been unhooked. He felt complete anger towards her. She was so powerful, yet she chose to go after the man who was injured and couldn’t fight back. Jeff felt Ace’s fear and it mixed with his rage. Suddenly his feet moved on their own and everything when white-hot with determination. Next thing he knew, Jeff had the Spirit on the floor. He had tackled her, his large shoulders colliding with her small frame. She didn’t have time to react and both parties where thrown off the hill due to Jeff’s momentum and sheer force. He heard a loud thud when they hit the ground, Jeff landing atop the ghost, and he had managed to cut his face open on her glass shards. When he looked at her again she was not moving, unresponsive and 

Something had overcome him. An otherworldly force whispered in his ear to do something, anything in order to help his friend. He was much bigger than her and if he really tried he would easily overpower her. But there was always a barricade between him and that horrible implication. He wasn’t going to do to the killers what they did to them. Jeff refused to stoop their levels of brutality and he vowed never to resort to physical violence. Maybe it was his subconscious way of telling himself that no matter what they did to him, he would always better than them. But the awareness was always there, always sitting at the back of Jeff’s mind that if he really wanted to he could seriously mess up some folks. And watching Ace helplessly run away was Jeff’s tipping point. 

He heard Ace mumbling behind him yet his attention remained on the Spirit. Her hair was wispy and was constantly moving, it curled around Jeff's knees which were planted either side of her chest. He could see the blood pool steadily get bigger. It was a lot of blood.

“Jeff.” Tapp was the one to call his name this time and despite his stone-hard tone, Jeff could make out a hint of unease in the detective’s voice. “Come. Let’s leave.” Jeff was amazed by Tapp’s ability to remain so calm and collected while the killer lay dying on the floor. He admired Tapp’s resolve to always look at the bigger picture and he respected the cop. But he could not find the motivation to follow him. 

“Jeff,” Tapp called again, wary about raising his voice in case he might wake the Spirit. Of course, that was impossible, she was out cold. But Tapp didn’t know that. Only Jeff could see her blood. “If we move now we can all get out. Let's go. Now. Before it wakes.” Still, Jeff remained transfixed over the ghost. 

“Jeff?” After a moment Ace asked. Finally, Jeff buckled.

“Y-Yeah?” He replied without taking his eyes off the girl. He heard Ace audibly sigh.

“Look, man, that was a bloody good move and I can’t thank you enough for saving me but,” he paused and looked to Tapp. The detective nodded his reassurance. “Look we gotta go, man.” There was a moment of silence. Jeff knew he had to go with them, he had to. But he couldn’t just leave her like this. She’d die. He could tell that she would, he could feel it in his bones. He had to think of something quick. Suddenly it came to him.

“A-alright. I’ll be right with you.” In the distance, a gen lit up. They all turned to look at it. 

“Looks like they’ve got the right idea,” Tapp said nonchalantly, signaling to Ace to follow him so that he could stitch him up with a medkit. Ace breathlessly chuckled and willingly shuffled after the man. He passed Jeff one last look before disappearing behind the hill. Jeff was alone with the Spirit now and for a brief moment wondered if it would be best to maybe tie her up. He shook his head and instead took his jacket off. The wise man would have let the Spirit die then and there but Jeff wasn’t going to let that happen. He wasn’t going to have her blood on his hands. 

“Here,” He unconsciously whispered to her as he balled his jacket up and placed it like a pillow underneath her head. When he pulled away he could have sworn he saw her face scrunch up in pain. He internally apologized for the discomfort.  He stayed with her for a second longer, watching and just taking in and processing all the things he had just done. The wind picked up and Jeff shivered against the cold. He gave her one final look before standing and walking after the others. 

~

“Jeff?” Somewhere through the fog, a voice called. “Jeff!”

Jeff blinks and suddenly he finds himself surrounded by a group of friends. There's Ace happily talking to Tapp who looks very annoyed. There was also Adam who seemed to the one who called him and then there was her. His eyes focused on her blue face. She says something but Jeff doesn’t understand.

“She wants to know if you are okay Jeff.” Adam translates for her. He doesn’t respond for a second, his mouth like brink unable to move. He sees her milky white eyes glow with concern for him and he couldn’t help but produce a soft laugh. 

“Yeah, I’m alright.” She doesn’t look pleased with that answer. After shaking her head she softly asks him something in Japanese. Adam listens intently before relaying it back to Jeff. 

“She asks if you were thinking about that time again?” Jeff slowly blinks and passes her a look of amusement.

“You always seem to know what I’m thinking about huh?” She lights up at the comment and squares her shoulders a little, pleased with her accurate assumption. She doesn't need a translator to understand English, it’s only when she tries to speak that Adam needs to be involved. He knows Japanese and when the three of them first approach the scholarly man with the proposition of being a translator for the girl he readily accepted. 

Not long after that trial he and Ace stumbled upon her again. It was outside a trial in the woods during the time in which they were allowed to relax. The two men were looking for supplies when out of the trees she appeared. Both men were startled but she made no move. She offered Jeff his jacket back but he refused. She insisted yelling at him in Japanese but he strongly declined. He told her to keep it and to keep warm, the memory of how cold she was haunting him. She relented and brought the jack close to her chest. She looked so sad and calm and... human. As if on impulse Jeff asked if she’d like to join them. And from that moment onwards they all made an effort to meet up in between trials.

Ace, at first, faked friendliness with her. He’d make half-hearted jokes and he would actively try to avoid eye contact with her. But she was immensely fascinated with the charming man and would laugh at his funny stories and she'd listen attentively to ever gambling advice he’d give her. And, after he realized that she was genuinely interested, he didn’t have to fake anymore. Tapp needed some convincing to first meet her but seeing her stand before him, hands fidgeting like a nervous child in trouble, his stone heart bent slightly and he let her hang around. He’d talk cop stuff with her and when Ace would amaze her with tales of conquest in Las Vegas Tapp would comment about how illegal his activities were. When Ace would try to defend himself against Tapp’s scrutiny, she would act as the jury and would, more often than not, chose in favor of justice.

But she spent most of her time with Jeff. She’d watch him and was greatly intrigued by his tattoos. He’d let her touch them and she would gladly spend hours dragging her fingers along all the lines and words. He let her try on his rings once but they all were far too big for her and would fall off easily. Jeff would tell her about the many rock concerts he had attended and of all the wild adventure he had at music festivals. He told her about what a mosh-pit was and she seemed eager to try it. Jeff laughed and told her it was a little extreme for a small lady like her. That was even he remembered that she was a killer and also probably dead. But she didn’t act like a killer. In these quiet moments, she would smile and laugh like any other normal girl and, maybe Jeff was just getting numb, but she would even look normal.

It was Tapp who suggested getting Adam involved and with his help, they were able to learn about her. Her name was Rin Yamaoka and she was murdered by her upset father. This seemed to anger Tapp who proceeded to go on a rant about domestic violence and how the government needed to protect families who could not fend for themselves. 

Rin then told them about her job and subsequently her boss. Well, she tried too. It was too complex and she was talking so fast that Adam couldn’t keep up. What they do know is that if she doesn’t do what she’s told to do she’d be punished. Her boss floods her with anger and rage and it clouds her mind and she can’t see when she's angry, she can’t think. She explained that when Jeff made her head smash onto the floor it pushed some of that blinding rage out of her head, at least until her boss called for her again. She explained that regardless she couldn’t go easy on them lest she loses herself again. The men all understood and took a vow that if they miraculously all ended up in a trial with her they’d willingly die for her. When they said that, she nearly cried.

“Jeff?” Adam called his name. Jeff turned and smiled at the man. Adam blinked and looked over to Rin then back to Jeff. He understood. Adam nodded and stood up and walked over to join Ace’s and Tapp’s conversation. Jeff returned his gaze back to Rin. He felt a smile tug on the corners of his lips as he opened his arm, offering a place for her next to him. She took it without a moment's hesitation.

She snuggled as deep as possible into Jeff’s embrace. He draped his arm around her and he could hear her sigh with content. Her hair welcomed him and gently tickled his face. He chuckled and brought his other hand up to run it through her hair. She closed her eyes and seemed to hum. She liked it when he gave her head pats or when he ran his finger through her hair. She was so small next to him and when she snaked her arms around his belly they barely managed to completely surround him. 

Jeff sat there, at peace in purgatory with a killer warm under his arm. A wise man would have run for the hills or would have taken the advantage over the Spirit and finally snuff out her reign of terror. But Jeff was a wiser man and instead let her rest. She was still a kid after all, and from what he has seen, she was not all bad.  

[praphit]

SM3: Nice Jerks are the Worst

I don't know about y'all, but I had big plans for 2020. Now, maybe those big plans will still happen, Idk. But, this was supposed to be our year! - that's what people say, right?? This was the year that you were going to go on that vacation. You were going to drop that dead beat spouse, leave that spouse with the kids, and run off to Mexico, right??!. You were going to start that business. Gain that weight. Come out of the closet. Finally tat that left butt cheek. You were going to stop doing hardcore drugs. Maybe this was going to be your year to start doing hardcore drugs. I'm not here to judge, only to ramble. 

But, 2020 quickly turned to shit. Now, we're all looking for someone to blame. Someone has to pay for our horrible haircuts or hairiness, our newfound hatred for our families, and for plenty of much more serious stuff.

I, personally, like to turn to movies for lessons about life. And I think I have the perfect movie to help us figure out who to blame - you guessed it "Spider-Man 3"

This first attempt at a motion picture SM was doing so well. We loved Spidey (though some didn't care for Tobey Maguire, playing him). 

Spidey and Mary Jane (Kirsten Dunst) are adorable. Then, this thing showed up and everything turned to shit (not unlike Covid-19).

Let's look into what went wrong, and who is to blame.

First, let me say that I really liked the action in this movie. There are three villains in this movie: Venom (played by Topher Grace), that thing you see above. 

Green Goblin (played by James Franco), who is... a green goblin. 

And Sandman (played by Tommy Church), who has a body  that is now kinda made of sand - which seems silly if you pick it a part... though so does a man with the powers of a spider.

There was lots of action, and it was all shot well. There is one action scene where there is NO ONE around... I mean NO ONE. It's frickin NY. Peter Parker (not dressed as Spider-Man) and Green Goblin are causing all kinds of damage and making a lot of noise, and not ONE new yorker has anything to say about it? Unless you're a healthcare worker, I bet new yorkers are still cursing at each other from their homes. This was glaring, but Imma let it slide, cuz the action was good.

That's about all of the good I have to report:)

Quick plot recap:

1) MJ and Petey are on the rocks 2) James Franco is an asshole, trying to destroy Peter for killing his father (which he didn't) 3) Venom is trying to kill Spidey (what else is new??) 4) Venom, at one point, infects Peter Parker, to become "Black Spidey" - this, of course, is also when the people of the city started to hate him.

5) Oh, and Peter, mm! He's the worst. I've got something for him later.

There are two major reasons why people talk shit about this movie.

1st - Casting/Characters

Nobody is likeable in this movie

From the very first scene, MJ is singing to us, annnnd it's sooooo boring. I don't think it was supposed to be. Someone in the audience should have been booing. We can’t just allow entertainers to get comfortable, thinking that they can do whatever the hell that they want! - that’s how you end up with stuff like this 

 It was like, if Snow White were to perform a number for a large crowd.

Just Snow White - I ain't talking about no cute animals around or the suspense of menacing dwarves that might turn on Snow White at any moment. Not even a prince who might be gay (that’s the word on the streets). Just a long movie filled with songs from Snow White; that's what we're talking about. First, MJ bores me, then she's pathetically whining throughout the whole movie.

Sandman is cool (despite his love for striped shirts), but we don't really get to know him. 

Side note: He gets his powers by accidentally getting trapped in a science experiment. The scientists, btw, ( And Lord knows what they were up to) knew that something could have been trapped in there, assumed it was a bird, and kept on going. See, this is why certain people don't trust y'all.

James Franco is James Franco (an asshole). Not worth a pic.

Venom doesn't really have a personality (and his host... well, he ain't no Tom Hardy)

PLUS, Peter Parker is a dick (again, we'll get to that later).

The most likeable person in this film is JJ Jameson, and we're not really supposed to like him.

A person with that look shouldn’t be your most likeable character.

Look at this stage - 

Who is likeable up here? Fauci, maybe? But, betting by the amount of times that he puts his hands to his face, 

- there are things he's not allowing himself to say, so though perhaps likeable, if we can fully trust him. And as far as Trump...  Even Trump supporters can't HONESTLY say that they LIKE the man (I mean, if he weren't the prez, would you honestly want him around? - your family?). They certainly can't say that they trust him - though I guess the amount of people looking into ingesting cleaning products after Trump mentioned something along those lines, would beg to differ.

This is the group we're looking to for direction?!

And this is also a problem in the movie. I have to be able to like SOMEBODY! 

I need to be able to trust someone to stop the cheesy-written shit storm that is this movie.

"Cheesy Shit Storm" - how bout that for a visual? :)

2nd - dance numbers!

I actually didn't mind the first one, when Peter is dancing through the streets.

Ha! Wow, he is going for it. Come get it while it’ s hot, ladies!

It's odd, but it's supposed to be. It's supposed to be funny, and it kinda is. You ever dance a lil bit while you're out at a store? I know I do; especially now that we're wearing pandemic masks - no one knows who I am. NBD to dance a bit in public, but if you keep going passed a certain point, it just becomes annoying.

That's why the second dance number is bad. Plus, it doesn't make any sense.

At this point MJ and Peter have broken up. She's singing in a bar, and Peter interrupts her song with a dance number (while using his new girlfriend to poke at MJ). Now, While MJ’s songs of boredom deserve interruption, she didn’t deserve that.

Venom is like a drug. Venom brings out the worst in a person. You're telling me that Peter Parker, with all of the rage built up from Uncle Ben and villains and his life not being all that great; the best or I should say "the worst" that he can do is Jazz hands? With all of his superpowers, he should be out there slaughtering everyone in sight. I mean, he did slap the shit out of MJ though (by "accident"). That's when he snapped out of the evil dance number. I don't know what kind of message that sends. 

"MJ, it wasn't until I slapped the holy hell out of you that I realized the error of my ways, so... thank you? I'm just going to go on about my day now."

I see this misguided scene as a metaphor. Peter Parker is dancing around his issues:

His relationship with MJ has been bad. He's on that stuff (Venom). And honestly, MJ knows that he's Spider-Man. Why couldn't he have just explained to her what was happening? 

"Sorry, baby. I got possessed by an alien again, you know how it is."

And he was dealing with the fact that the person who killed his uncle is on the loose. Another side note: MJ, even though they had just broken up, still cares for Peter while he's dealing with the news about Uncle Ben's killer. That's a damned good friend right there! - especially the way Peter had been acting towards her.

We've got to deal with stuff, people! We can't just get bad haircuts, wear weird clothes, and do drugs! Eventually, that will lead us to slapping the shit out of someone that we love. There are a lot of realities that we're prob not facing at the moment (and some we prob have no intentions of ever facing). A lot of things that we could have done to prevent certain things from escalating, but... we were busy doing our typical dance.

Peter was warned about Venom and did nothing about it. He told himself, "I got this", and clearly he didn't. Honestly, the whole city was screwing up by not helping Spider-Man at all. At the end, when the big fight is happening, and MJ is near death, everybody is just watching all of this go down. Where were the cops?! The S.W.A.T?! Other superheroes? New Yorkers themselves! - they're bold! But, to be fair, Venom came from outer space, so... it was a bit unprecedented; people were prob scared. I'll cut them and Spidey some slack.

You know who I won't cut any slack - Tobey Maguire's Peter Parker!

Peter Parker is a jerk. I'm thinking that Tobey's Peter Parker has always been a jerk; a nice jerk, but a jerk. Have you ever met a nice jerk? They do all of the things that a regualr jerk does, but they'll rationalize their behavior, and look puzzled when you react to their awfulness. I didn't notice this in the 1st movie, cuz I was just happy to get Spider-Man. I didn't notice in the 2nd movie, cuz those kids were just too darn cute. But, his niceness was so annoying in this movie. And he treated MJ horribly : He never listens to her, he’s always late, he only talks about himself, he’s too damned nice, he never knows when they’re in a fight, he kisses other women right in front of her and then is like “What did I do?”

I kept wanting her to punch Peter out; he would have deserved it.

The foundation of the character of the 1st Spider-Man was a problem from the start! If the foundation is shaky, then - whew! I'm glad that we finally fixed it:)

Plus, he never said he was sorry. He did one of those "Well, I'm not perfect." things. She ain't asking for perfection, just quit being a jerk!

A better movie would have been if MJ had been infected by Venom. For starters, she would have given a better performance, in the beginning. Something more like this - 

She would have banged Peter's friends. She would have destroyed her critics. And most importantly, she wouldn't have taken any shit from Peter. That could have been the main plot. Instead of a convultued blend of three villains around the nice jerkiness of Peter, it would have been Spider-Man vs MJ - beatening each other up all throughout the city; though I guess that would be considered domestic violence. But, why dance around real issues out there! 

It could have been a family-friendly movie about drug abuse (Venom) and domestic violence... and possibly some make-up sex in the middle of the city. But, after that, one of them, if not both, are going to jail! We gotta deal with the problems, people!

Grade: an entertaining D+ 

I did enjoy it. It wasn't as bad as I remember it, and I'd prob watch it again. But, I can't deny that on a technical level, it's crap.

"Who’s to blame?" isn't really the question. It's more "Who deserves what percentage of the blame?" There's a lot of blame to go around here... even to us who enabled Peter's jerkiness in the first two movies.

I like the direction that we're going in now. 

A better Spidey A better MJ Better villains

And even a better Aunt May 

- looking all good with Tony Stark.

- imagine Tony aggressively flirting with the older one

[darkredehmption]

Living Where?

#SL Living Where?

Written by @DamagedBrother and @OfFeatherNFang 

Mentions @PanwerePredator 

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Mal:

“I told you man. I warned you. That’s what happens when you build a leisure racer,” I tease, savoring the aggrieved look on Rhage’s face as we beat feet down the tunnel. The med wing was behind us after a brief stop in, one of the staff all but gluing the blonde Brother’s forehead back into place after catching some debris from a Lesser in the alley. Sure, we all knew it’d be healed by tomorrow, but there was something seriously distracting about a wayward skin flap. 

Seemed almost unfair that even blood stained and filthy, Rhage still looked like he could pose for the cover of GQ no prob. Guaranteed there’d be women in the world (and men, really) that’d be ready to lick Lesser grime off the male if it meant getting within ten feet of him. Fucker was ridiculously good looking. His car was also a bit of a looker, but as it turned out, not up to snuff. Natch.

“We’re scheduling a rematch.”

I grinned, nodding my head. Having found the med wing empty I was in a strangely more upbeat mood. No longer would Zsadist be babysitting the shifter - hopefully Hadrian was back in his own apartment downtown, having fully recovered from severing the bond with his Master. Which meant Z was, hopefully, in our rooms and, hopefully, very naked.

“Sure. N’ y’know, it’s not just the ride. It’s also the rider,” I continued, to which he rolled his eyes hardcore. 

“I’ve watched Fast n’ Furious too fucker, don’t go quoting those lines at me.”

With a laugh I shrugged, stepping through the hidden doorway and taking the stairs up into the mosaic entrance, Rhage hot on my heels. At the smell coming from the dining room, I figured Last Meal had to be coming up soon. The Brother clapped me on the shoulder.

“M’ gonna get cleaned up so I don’t get blood on Fritz’s white tablecloths. See you later?”

Nodding, I grinned and took off toward the stairs without waiting for anything else. Rhage only laughed, as if he knew the feeling. There were other things one could try and fit in before last meal. 

Reaching the rooms I now shared with Z, I burst in only to come up short. I’d half expected mine male to be here; re: I’d hoped my male would be in here with a shower running and dripping wet. But without even checking the bathroom or anywhere else I knew he wasn’t here. 

Sighing forlornly, I began removing my weapons, setting them on a side table before stripping out of my leathers and wife beater to hit the shower myself. Without my wings the process took twenty minutes less, the filth and grime of the streets and that lingering stench of Lesser washed down the drain. Then it was a towel around the waist and a hand tousel to dry the hair as I headed back into the bedroom.

Zsadist:

I felt good. My friend was here to stay, and my male had agreed to make things official with me. Which I still couldn’t believe. Whoever thought that I would be getting mated. Not me, that’s for damn sure. But soon enough I would wear Mal’s name on my back, and I couldn’t be anymore grateful to have him in my life. 

As I walked up the stairs, I couldn’t help but notice a certain scent. My angel, he had returned home from rotation. I started to move faster, taking the steps two at a time, practically busting the door down as I swung it open. 

“Hi…” I purred out the word as I saw him standing there in only a towel. I thanked the heavens for this moment as I took form behind him. My arms slowly wind around his middle, inhaling his scent as I dragged my nose along his nape. 

“You’re home.” Slowly I started to press open-mouthed kisses along his shoulder, leading all the way up his neck until I hit that soft spot behind his ear. Biting at his lobe, giving it a good tug as I tighten my hold. I wondered if we had enough time to fool around before last meal. 

As I held my male in my arms, I couldn’t help but feel totally and completely at ease. He made me feel more relaxed than I’ve ever felt in my entire life. Which was something that I never thought I’d have. Feelings. I was capable of feeling something. 

Mal:

Mine male was fond of that trick; disappearing and reappearing behind me. I was expecting it as his arms slid around me, pulling me flush to his chest as I chuckled and relaxed in his hold. The bite earned a shiver, and I tilted my head to grant him further access.

“You’re in good spirits,” I murmur, trying to breathe through the seemingly automatic reaction of my body, where Zsadist was concerned. I adjusted my towel. “I’d have thought you’d be a little more sombre with the shifter leaving.” I paused then half glanced over my shoulder. “Rhage n’ I had to go past the med wing. Saw he vacated the place.”

And as much as I’d helped Z get the shifter out of Amos’ clutches, as much as I was glad the guy had survived if only so Zsadist didn’t lose a friend, I was still wary of Hadrian. It was a prejudice I was trying to work on, no doubt born of years of hunting things like him and those of his kind that had no qualm infecting other humans or munching on them. But Hadrian was a dangerous creature, made more dangerous by the fact he was a panwere. That he was gone back to his own place… it settled some of my fear and doubt.

Zsadist:

Blinks as I look at my male. Fuck. He thought he was gone. Well, of course he did. The shifter had left the building, but only to take residence at the cabin in our backyard. Suddenly my stomach tightened, I had a feeling that this conversation was about to go sour. So much for fooling around before dinner.

“Oh...Well, about that. I need to talk to you.” 

Slowly I dropped my arms and moved to stand in front of the angel, reaching out to take his hand. “So, I asked Hadrian to stay.” My free hand scrubbed at my nape. “The Brothers agreed to it after what happened. I mean, he still has an apartment, and will be living in a cabin that we have out back in the woods. Actually, it was meant for me when I moved in.” Plays with the angel’s fingers as I admit something from my past.

“I really didn’t like being around others, but turns out I was comfortable being inside the mansion, so it never got filled.” Nods as I meet his gaze. “He wants to still fight with us, after everything that happened, and he’s still fragile right now. I just...I know what that feels like, and if I can help I will. Besides, it’s good for security and good for him in case others like Amos come sniffing around.”

 Blows out a breath. “So please don’t be mad. I know you can’t possibly hate him still...I mean, you helped save him.” 

Mal:

The playful flirting vanished with my question. For the first time I saw something that looked a little like guilt pass through that golden gaze, and then the dreaded phrase ‘I need to talk to you’. Ball crushing anxiety right there. Cue the step back, the narrowed eyes and the consideration of just how many weapons I was wearing and how many of them I should get rid of ‘pronto’. 

His fingers threaded through mine, as if he could sense the fact they were itching to go for a weapon, and I listened as he revealed he’d asked the shifter to live here. And apparently, that invitation hadn’t been something worth telling me about ‘before’ hand. Only after.

Anger licked through me, and with a forced calm I detached my fingers from mine male’s and turned to stride for the closet, slowly removing my weapons as I went. Setting them down within, I made sure everything was in its place as I took off my holsters and set them aside too. Then I stepped through the door to the closet and closed it behind me. 

“I helped save him for you,” I said finally, some of that anger staining my words, my tone. “He’s your friend. Or whatever.” Was that jealousy? Fuck, maybe it was. I ignored it and clung to the anger instead. “So I helped you. I kept his soul on this fucking plane of existence so you didn’t have to lose a friend. But do I like him?” I let out a bark of laughter. “No, Z. M’ still not a fan. And the fact you didn’t even think to mention it to me, that this guy I don’t like, don’t trust, is now living here?” I shook my head and stormed toward the balcony. “Yeah, sorry, but definitely mad.”

I wanted things to slam. To break. My Divinity crackled under my skin at the frustration, and I flung open the doors to the last twinkle of stars as I contemplated summoning my wings and taking off. It felt like this anger needed more room than our bedroom. 

Zsadist:

 I just watched in silence as my male went off about the shifter. Shit. What do I do? No, I didn’t expect him to magically like Hadrian, but Mal did save him. And during that night I could have sworn I saw a connection between them. 

Maybe I was wrong.

My brows draw in as I watched Mal move furiously out onto the balcony, almost expecting him to fly off and never return. Why would he want to stick around with me? Hell, why did he even want to mate me? 

I pushed those dark thoughts away as I moved to join him out onto the balcony. My elbows resting on the railing as I stare out at the night sky, taking in a deep breath. 

“I’m sorry. I’ve never really had a friend before. I have my Brothers, sure, but never someone different. Hell, I spent most of my years ignoring everyone, and before that locked away with hardly any contact. So, when I met Hadrian, it was something new to me.” My eyes lower as my head sinks forward.

“Hadrian has just been through something awful...and if I can help in any way then maybe he won’t be so fucked in the head. Maybe he won’t have thousands of nightmares worrying that Amos will come back and take him. Maybe he will trust people, and feel...something.” 

Scrubs my hand over my skull trim. “I didn’t have that for a very long time, and I’m not saying that he won’t have nightmares, cause he will.” My mind drifted to the med suite when I found him breaking down in the bathroom. “But if I can help in any way, then I will. And if that means he has to stay here for a little and feel...something other than pain...then he will stay.” 

Straightens as I avoid your gaze. “I should have told you. But it all happened so fast, and I’ve been enjoying the time we have spent together. Just, somewhere deep down I thought you’d be okay with this. That maybe you two had bonded that night and you wanted to make sure...that he would be okay too.” 

Mal:

The male’s words leech some of my anger away, and don’t think part of me doesn’t shrink at the fact this is ‘my’ damage. My prejudice. A life time hunting things that make meals out of people and now Hadrian is just another monster out there. Just another thing I tell myself I’m not allowed to hunt. 

And it shouldn’t shock me that Zsadist sees himself, or at least parts of him, in the shifter either. Bound to another against their will, the pair are now members of a club I wouldn’t wish membership on anyone. 

Staring out across the grounds, I try to process my own feelings, like I’m unthreading a tangled strand of yarn. I know there’s jealousy - Hadrian means something to Zsadist. N’ maybe I should be worried about that. I dunno. I’ve never had this. Had anyone. Life was so much more straight forward when I was hunting things that go bump in the night. But now? I’m part of a family. A household. And someone waits for me to come home every night. That shit is a huge change. 

Then there’s the hurt that Z didn’t bother asking me, either. Maybe that’s petty, but when your mate doesn’t like someone, asking that same person to live here without letting them know first is a definite slap to the nuts. 

Taking a breath, I try to sort all that into something that doesn’t just sound like a male vampire snarling when his final words hit me. 

Bonded.

I feel a crick in my neck as my head whips to look at him. Somewhere in my brain, a lightbulb goes off and then explodes from the surge. Fuck, I wanna be wrong. Holy fuck do I wanna be wrong. There’s no way…

Shoving the thoughts backward, not daring to voice them, I try to re-focus.

“I told you. I only did what I did for you. Not for him. I’ve hunted things like him, Z. Shifters and werewolves and creatures that made sport out of hunting humans. And if he so much as sniffs in the direction of an innocent?” I add, my eyes hardening. “Then I’ll put him down. That’s how I’m wired. That’s what I do.” A tense inhale as I look away, trying to think. “You have something with him… and a part of me feels… threatened by that. Like…” I grappled with the emotional baggage and then dumped it anyway. “…like he’ll take you from me. And that you didn’t tell me first? I have to find out after the fact? Might as well yank my nuts out through my naval,” I mutter, my back tingling as if it was waiting for my wings to appear. Somehow, I kept them retracted. 

Zsadist:

Scrubbing a hand over my scarred face as I hear what Mal has to say. I could have sworn I saw a connection with them in the end, when we thought Hadrian was going to die. I guess I was wrong. 

Fuck. I wish I had one of V’s Turkish tobacco blunts right about now. 

Slowly I turned to look at my male. Cautiously I took a few steps forward until we were inches apart. 

“Hey. No one...could ever take me away from you, and no one better even try to take you from me.” My bonding scent flares. “Cause if they do, I will rip their limbs off one by one.” I practically growled out the words as I spoke them.

“You are MINE.” I could feel my fangs elongating. “As I am yours...and soon we will be mated, and I will bear your name on my back.”

Taking a moment to let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. “I fucked up...I should have spoken on this, but I just saw a friend in need and wanted to help. Though you are my mate, and we are a team.”

Slowly I sank to my knees in front of him, which was a sign of respect. Something my kind only did for our mates or King and Queen. My golden eyes shined bright for the angel, scarred lips parting as I spoke. 

“So please don’t be mad...I’m new to all this...It has always been just me. For hundreds of years I’ve been alone. I was lost before I found you, but now I feel alive...Feel like I can breathe. My Hellren.” I breathed. 

Mal:

Z approached, and even angry I couldn’t bring myself to move away again. He was still my port in a storm. Still my anchor at sea. So even as I reigned in my frustration I turned to face him. His words soothed whatever angry beast was roiling inside me; the one that dripped with jealousy and resentment. 

Yes… it was ‘my’ name going on his back. Mine. And I would wear his. This male. Mine male.

As he sank to his knees my anger seemed to dwindle, the flame of it guttering at the obvious apology and devotion. Then at his declaration, it banked and died, only smoke rising from it as I reached down and drew him back to his feet and against my chest. I claimed his lips in a kiss, soft and sweet.

“…do you know how hard it is to stay mad at you when you’re on your knees sayin shit like that?” I ask gruffly, trying to hide my smile, our foreheads pressed together as I stare into your eyes. Another kiss, and then I lean back, just enough. “I don’t mean to be angry. N’… it’s not like this is my house,” I mutter, looking back in at our bedroom. “I can’t decide who stays and who goes. But next time… a heads up would be nice, yeah?”

I turn back to him and claim his lips again. I ignore the tiny voice whispering about the bond, shoving it to the back of my mind until a later date. A better time than this.

“I love you, Zsadist. …even with your pet…” I mutter. 

Zsadist:

My arms wrapped around the angel as I felt his lips against my own, savoring the kiss as he pulled back. Fuck. Thank Scribe he wasn’t mad at me anymore. Grumpy, yes, but not furious. Malachi meant so much to me that I never wanted to mess things up. I couldn’t even imagine my life without him. 

“And I love you…” 

I repeated the words in the old language before snorting at the pet comment, allowing my fangs to slowly drag across the angel’s  jawline. 

“No pets...just a very handsome angel that I'd love to devour right about now.” Smirks as my hands slowly work their way down his body, feeling every inch of him.

“How about we skip dinner and we indulge in something else?” My eyes shined bright as I backed up towards the bed, our bed. “Then afterwards we can order some food to be brought up.” I pause as I pop the button on my pants. 

“That is...if you are still hungry after you get a taste of me, Nallum.” I purred out the words as I slowly slid the fly of my jeans down. 

Mal:

The murmur of Z’s voice as he recited the old language always sent shivers down my spine. It was one of my few regrets at not being brought up a vampire - I could speak nothing of the language of my people. Well, one side of my people. I was pretty decent with my Enochian translations. 

“Devour huh? M’ an angel, not a snack,” I tease, my body reacting instinctively as his hands slide over all of me. My skin tingles in his wake. 

Glancing down as he pops the fly of his jeans, I grin and take a step backward, off the balcony and into the privacy of our bedroom, beckoning him to follow.

“I’m all about indulging, mine. But I’m never full when it comes to you,” I counter, winking as I finish stripping off my leathers and wife beater. 

As soon as he steps through the doors they close behind him, and then I’m not thinking about the shifter or the manse or even Last Meal. All there is is Zsadist, and that’s all that matters. 

#SL #LivingWhere?

[sugawara-sweetheart]

oh its okay! i don't think it was important HAHA yes they damage the back of your teeth! i'm not sure how bad but i think i might just have to do it anyways 😳 they're supposed to be pretty painless but i've heard the healing sucks! short hair is very cute on most people!! AHH YOU SHOULD DYE YOUR BANGS! what color? i think i would get short hair again if i found a specific thing i like! YES YES I STAY AWAY FROM ADULTS UNLESS I KNOW THEY HAVE GOOD INTENTIONS!!! omg i forgot about this one-🧸 1/3

dude hes 19 HE WAS SO GROSS I'M NOT GONNA GO ALL IN DETAIL BC ITS INTENSE BUT LIKE AS SOON AS I TURNED 16 HE TOOK HIS CHANCE his account got deleted & he finally left me alone but one of the things he would try to do was get me to send nudes to him like every day?? he would NOT leave me alone like bruh 😐 really,,. HES GONE NOW THOUGH but that really taught me alot! yes i always trust my gut and its always right! -🧸 2/3 i think you have to be good friends to be mean to each other as well, otherwise it just doesn't feel right! but its nice when they know how to do it! my nice teachers always did at least one big thing for me so i think thats why i remember them as well! WHAT MELON IS SO GOOD!! i respect your opinion though </3 i see videos of him on my fyp alot for some reason but yes he always seems super sweet so i don't have a problem with it! -🧸 3/3

omg nooo wait i don’t want my teeth to get ruined with a piercing I SPENT ALMOST 2 YEARS OF HELL WITH BRACES FOR GOOD TEETH- sgajgss okay bit random but teeth talk reminds me of the beautiful dentist that removed my wisdom tooth and he was like idk probs in his thirties- maybe older? but he literally BABIED ME and i felt so special🥰thinking of you sir❤️ BUT ANYways sometimes you gotta take the risk👀or maybe you could have a tongue piercing for a little while and if it starts to damage your teeth you could remove it? idk if it works like that ahahaha but yess one of my friends would always say ‘apparently if you get an infection you can taste it’ whenever i’d mention a tongue piercing which is gross🤢

I DID DYE MY BANGS!!! i dyed them blonde but it came out a bit yellow-ish? so i’ll just keep using purple shampoo BUT IM SUPER PLEASED WITH THEM!! i do like them and sometimes i do a middle part and pin my bangs and it looks like that tiktok e-girl style! pinterest always have beautiful hair ideas so you could check them out!!

AGSHSG IF AN ADULT HAS GOOD INTENTIONS THEY WILL STAY AWAY FROM YOU BC YOURE A MINOR💀omfg drop me his address rn and i will pull up on that disgusting dirty ass bitch rn🔪😡🔪he sounds vile and deserves jail, that’s disgusting and i’m so sorry you went through that. i’m relieved you’re safe now but that’s awful🥺but yes always trust your gut instincts even when you’re out in public and men try to approach you, don’t feel like you must speak to them or be polite if your instinct is telling you no. trust it for all situations cause you’d rather be safe than sorry. that’s a book people on reddit always talk about called The Gift of Fear and apparently it‘s why you need to trust your instincts (i really need to read it)

definitely, you’ve got to have a special level of friendship to be able to be mean but also being mean about the things you’re allowed to be mean about? one of my friends is allowed to literally degrade me (well maybe not anymore we don’t speak much😗) but one of my other friends was like 😗😕you’re like just a crackhead and i was like ...umm tf? so yeah it defo depends on the level of friendship and what topics you’re allowed to be mean about or else you’re just bullying🙃

your teachers sound amazing and i’m so happy you were blessed with good teachers!! but also you must’ve been an amazing student to be treated well so well done🥰

WGSJGSS PLS DONT TRUST MY OPINION I HAVE LIKE 1 BRAINCELL AND SHES VERY FAULT AND ONLY THINKS OF MR SUGAWARA💀but hm idk watermelon 🍉 is okay from time to time but actually yellow melon is ���nah but if you like it I WILL PREPARE A MELON FEAST FOR YOU!!!!

aw i found him via tiktok too but it was cause i was loving that trend of girls making a chain of all the crazy things to do to a guy with the audio being his song ahahaha

anyway a tiktok for you Mx 🧸anon bc we all deserve to appreciate mr sugawara🥰 (also i apologise for responding to this very late i’m very bad with messages these days bc i get so overwhelmed sorry🥺)

[noblechaton]

okay so this is a post I’ve wanted to make for a lil while now but I’ve been kinda....not huge on talking about what’s been going on with me health-wise bc it’s been so stressful (and writing all of this on mobile would suck lol) but anyway I feel like explaining why I haven’t been writing or even really posting too much

also a lil warning here but it gets a bit gross due to what’s going on lately so uh be careful near the end of this if ur squeamish (like me) and also this is very long bc it sorta recounts the last 6-7 months so it might be a bit messy looking

alright so. on october 28th after getting poor, fragmented amounts of sleep and having nothing to eat besides fast food bc it’s all my family got (mcdonalds in the morning and chinese food for dinner) I had this awful scary pain in my chest (upper left side, at that) and it worried me real bad but I pushed thru for a few days bc i thought maybe it’d clear itself up and stuff

but it didn’t and so after maybe a week or so with it I told my parents and we first went to my aunt’s urgent care place for an EKG (which was normal) but we were soon set up for a doctor’s appointment (my first in like....at least 5 years. probs more tbh) and he examined me but wasn’t able to figure anything out so he set up some further tests at a cardiologist and those came and went (an echocardiogram and a stress test along with some more EKGs) and all of them went well so we still had no idea what the issue is/was but I was put on a lot of medications to try and see if anything helped (plus I got put on antidepressants which was nice for a bit but they caused problems physically so I’ve stopped taking them)

by like mid febuary I think?? (and after totally reorganizing my diet for a few months to include healthier stuff and exercise) the issue started to fade and for a minute I thought it’d worked itself out

but then like two weeks before march started my wrists and ankles started hurting bad enough to cause my hands and feet to twitch and shake which terrified me but I didn’t say anything (mostly bc my family, namely my mom, is/was getting fed up with my medical stuff and I didn’t wanna make her more mad lol) however it stopped a lil before march really started

but then my head started pounding nonstop and it hurt super bad for 5 weeks (urgent care did nothing bc like. they just can’t do anything for that) and near the end of it I went and got an MRI done which came back good, just like the cardio stuff did earlier (tho it pointed out a minor sinus infection which I think is what caused/causes it??)

then near the end of march (and after taking appropriate OTC stuff for sinus infections) it sorta lessened and has since eased up despite some flare ups here and there which might be caused by....whatever’s going on now, which brings me to....

two or so days before the MRI I ended up vomiting up some food which was weird bc I don’t really vomit and then it happened the next day too and I got worried but at first I thought it was food poisoning since my diet had kinda shifted back to bad habits due to the head pains but then the day of the MRI and the day or two after that the puking stopped only to then started back up again

now something I realized after a while was that I wasn’t like actually puking like normal puke but instead it looked like it was just my food (not to be too gross but I could/can see actual pieces of food as they would have looked in my mouth sometimes) which led me to (sort of) figuring out that what I’ve been doing is actually regurgitating for some reason (everything from typical food finely chewed to apples to certain drinks like apple juice and even water sometimes to straight up mucus that runs down my throat/gets sniffled) and my throat has felt weird, like knotted up?? tight?? or something even tho I’ve only had minor difficulties swallowing sometimes (a lot of the pain/issue comes when I speak I think)

so that’s where I’m at now. for w/e reason I can’t get anything besides water and crackers down consistently (and even then those still come up sometimes) and I’ve been looking for solutions myself or to at least figure out what it is since I sort of need to be able to eat more than just once every few days (tho I seem to keep toast down which is nice)

mostly I’ve been leaning towards GERD since there’s no real/overt pains, I’ve had acid reflux all my life as far as I can remember, and it ties in with the upper chest pain and headaches but then I wasn’t doing this for the last ~7 months, this regurgitating thing only just started, so I’m not entirely convinced tho idk what else it could be (the doc I spoke to today mentioned a hernia thingy?? which is what I leaned for at first when it was just chest aches and looking at symptoms now it does kinda fit still but also it doesn’t?? so idk) 

and this entire time I’ve been scared out of my mind bc of various reasons (from not knowing what’s going on to what my body’s actually been doing to my own family members kinda not helping to put it very lightly lol) and that’s kinda why my writing drive has been next to nonexistent and I haven’t been posting all that often (and part of why I haven’t seen the ML finale - I don’t need that kinda feeling rn lmao)

now tho the plan is to get an endoscopy at the hospital sometime soon I think (I’m waiting for a scheduling phone call rn) while taking prilosec (which....isn’t really working tbh) and I’m just kinda trying to hang in there and not freak out too badly but it’s been hard lol

hopefully we can set this thing up today and get it done asap so I can maybe start being myself again sooner rather than later assuming I even can but yea!! I appreciate the patience and kindness that’s been offered to me over the last few months especially since y’all didn’t even know I was going thru anything lmao

also!! real quick!! another (maybe not as major) reason as to why writing’s slowed so much is bc I sorta ran out of room in my room and started stacking stuff on my computer and typing out full fledged fics on my lil ipod (yes, ipod, not phone) is uh really hard!! but I managed to clean some stuff up in between all of this and once I get better I’ll be doing more cleaning in my room to try and have my computer back full time

[wahbegan]

Oh Wait Now I Can Do a Proper Candyman Trailer Breakdown

I can analyze everything in the first trailer much better now, I think with the supplementary material provided by the puppet show and the other TV spot oh right i guess i should put this under a cut like I do cause i just know it’s gonna get long as balls all right

Opens with yeah recap of Candyman legend nothing really to see here

Not much in the bathroom scene either apart from it first introduces this Candyman’s shtick of only being visible in mirrors and shadows which is really neat...oh yeah also no the one Asian girl def chickens out after the 4th Candyman repetition so he literally only kills the white girls which i find personally hilarious. Speaking of hilarious....the girl with the buzz cut? Her character’s name is Boof. Ah, to be young again...anyway

There’s a lot of like...ochre and seafoam in this trailer, have you noticed? Like the bathroom, Candyman’s pants and coat idk i doubt it’s thematic it’s probably just an aesthetic choice but it’s interesting colors for a horror movie

“I feel really connected to this neighborhood” yeah as i mean everyone knows by now but Anthony was kidnapped by Candyman as a baby so it’s hard to tell how much of his fascination with the dark history of prettied-up Cabrini Green is just pretentious artsiness and how much is Candyman’s influence

Okay so the local ominous old kook here says something I find very fascinating when he tells him where he lives. Anthony said I just moved in around the corner, and OOK says “The old candy factory...” not next to the old candy factory or anything, just “the old candy factory”

Now we know from the puppet trailer that there’s a new character they’re introducing who is a black worker at a candy factory with a hook, but y’know like a real person hook that actual amputees get, maybe cause of a factory accident, i do not know, who was good natured and gave free candy to kids on his way home because y’know he works at a candy factory and some white cops saw, assumed he was a paedophile, chased him down to the bottom of the stairwell of presumably the building he lived in, and beat him to death

This character actually seems p important, in the new TV spot there’s a shot of a guy in a trenchcoat and seafoam pants in front of a building i THINK MIGHT be him, and a shot of some cops descending a stairwell, so I think we’re actually gonna see what happened to him, and I think he is going to be introduced as y’know a competing story to Daniel Robitaille’s, he’s MY BEST GUESS going to serve the function in the plot of revealing to the audience the idea presented in the puppet show trailer, that Candyman is more of an abstract entity or a floating moniker, it’s not necessarily bound by the identity of Daniel Robitaille

Anyway, i’m pretty sure by OOK’s comment here that the condos Anthony and Brianna live in are literally built on top of where the candy factory where that guy worked used to stand

Oh yeah just neat little shot of the graffiti of Candyman more as Clive Barker designed him fun reference

Bee stinging Anthony, more on that later, also notice he’s not just a painter, he’s a photographer as well because that becomes important

Oh yeah “he’s the monster that’s part of this neighborhood” is in all probability part of the same speech from the TV spot “Candyman ain’t a HE, he’s the whole damn hive. He’s the way we deal with the fact that these things happened. That they’re still happening.” Candyman I’m prob gonna make a whole post about this but his transformation from urban legend used to cope with random violence and urban decay in Clive Barker’s story to urban legend used to cope with racial violence seems complete in this movie, and I believe thematically the idea is the gentrified Cabrini and Anthony are under the delusion that this is a monster, a story of the past, and Candyman appears to...disabuse them of that notion. With a big fuck-off hook

We know from the TV spot the all-black portrait he’s working on in his apartment is Daniel Robitaille, and a damn good likeness of Tony Todd can I just say who the hell did these paintings they’re amazing anyway the one we see at the gallery of the man with the swollen face is I think the candy factory worker who was beaten to death. That guy i think is also the one who introduces the concept of the seafoam pants and ochre coat btw to Candyman’s wardrobe. Cause of that, he might be how Candyman appears when he kills the High School girls i do not know but that’s interesting, ain’t it? Candyman appearing in different ways to different people depending on the story they’ve heard

Oh the mirror opening to the space behind it must be a reference to the hole through Candyman’s mouth graffiti in the og i just got that that’s pretty sweet cool exhibition

When bearded guy in that god-awful Overlook Hotel carpet-looking button up shirt is saying Candyman, that movie that’s being projected in the background...I’m not sure which, but based on what little more we saw of it in the TV spot, pretty sure that’s footage of the lead-up to/possibly the actual act of the arrest or murder of one of Anthony’s Candyman subjects which is ahh....dark. I mean hell, he’s black, if anyone can do it he can but that feels a little tasteless Tony buddy

Anne-Marie is still obvs shaken up about Candyman, based on their two brief interactions in this trailer I’m assuming...well, cause he was a baby when it happened, he wouldn’t remember, i’m assuming she never told him about what happened to him and this is the first he’s hearing of it.

Candyman agrees with me that the movie was tasteless

Related to that Candyman becoming a monster of racial violence rather than urban blight thing, unlike the original movie, almost ALL of his victims in this are white, which is i mean yeah more on brand considering his origin story(ies)

Candyman appearing in the mirror and Anthony’s hand rotting from the bee sting yeah may as well talk about it here, it becomes obvious at several points through the trailer that the Candyman entity if you want to call it that is taking hold of Anthony

For a split second when he throws the glass, I think you can see his James Byrd, Jr. portrait in the background (with the exposed skull)

Yeah, I’m not exactly sure what’s happening to him as he paints but it SEEMS like he’s somehow experiencing the pain of his subjects

When he’s in his painting clothes covered in black paint seems to be mid-late in the movie when he’s kinda losing his shit yeah we see later the hook come out of a sleeve in the coat he’s wearing when he gets his hand sawed off (more on that in a sec) and the paint-splattered jeans so i’m pretty sure the painting clothes with the old fur-lined coat over it is gonna be HIS Candyman Transformation Chic

“He had a purpose for you, to be another one of his terrible stories.” This is completely shooting in the dark and it came to me late at night as I was falling asleep so I have no idea how stupid or crazy it may or may not sound, BUT if we accept Candyman as a recurring entity and his “terrible stories” as victims of racially motivated hate crimes, okay, hear me out. Remember how in the OG Candyman just kept framing Helen for everything? I wonder if Anthony’s story via Candyman was supposed to be “white woman harrassing Cabrini Green residents chops up woman’s dog, steals her baby, and puts him in a bonfire to be burned alive.” Like Anthony was supposed to be a what’s the word they use in the puppet trailer’s blurb “unwilling martyr”, a black baby boy burned alive by a white woman to keep the faith of his congregation going

I feel like that might be the old candy factory worker sawing Anthony’s hand off, anyway yeah he’s in a very Candyman coat, his hand infected presumably via bee sting is being sawed off, what I really love is that you can see that not only is his right hand getting amputated, he’s been blinded in his right eye. Now remember in Candyman’s original story, Daniel Robitaille had his hand sawed off not just so he could replace it with a sick-ass hook, but because that was his painting hand, that was the source of his talent and pride and wealth. Anthony, like I said, is a painter and a photographer. So Candyman takes his hand and his eye i just love that lil detail

I think that woman in the burned church with SWEETS TO THE SWEET on the wall might be Helen, who we know is in the movie and probably has a conversation with Brianna for plot purposes cause there’s a reaction shot of Brianna in the same church saying “this isn’t real”

Yeah that is absolutely definitely 100% Anthony killing that guy in the alley so yeah i guess there’s no question Candyman gets his ass but i feel like there’s more to it because well y’know they’re very open about it in the trailer number one in a way they’re usually not about the struggle the movie revolves around and as evidenced by him killing people the movie still clearly keeps going after he becomes Candyman so ???? i wonder what’s going on

There’s a brief shot of a little girl watching what looks like her dad jump out the window, I assume that’s Brianna seeing as how y’know a kid is credited as young Brianna and i think there was a character blurb mentioning her having a troubled past, so i feel like her dad’s suicide is obliquely related to Candyman in some way. It is worth noting he seems to jump out of some kind of painting studio

This little kid finding a corpse covered in blood and bees in the bathroom is, first of all, that’s only black person we see killed by Candyman, but also it just seems so disconnected from the rest of the plot and i can’t figure it out at all that I feel like this scene must be either a cold open or a stinger at the very end

[sillylittlelouie]

Children Get into Trouble

Frankenstein sighed in relief as when he got to rest his hands from filling out so much paperwork. Even if it was only to answer the phone, he'd take it. A break was a break, and that was that.

He picked up the phone, expecting to have a nice, relaxing conversation with an annoying telemarketer who wouldn't let him get a decent word in to tell them that he wasn't interested. Instead, what he got was a very frantic phone call from a very worried teacher.

"Chairman Lee, Milan is missing!"

Frankenstein sucked in a deep breath. Well, so much for relaxing. He took another deep, steadying breath.

"Milan is...missing you say?" he asked, just to make sure that that was what his teacher had said. He could hear other persons on the other side of the line, panicking as well. Perhaps it would also be appropriate for him to panic in this moment as well?

"Yes!" the woman screamed. "Jeho, one of Milan's classmates said that they saw him going out he gate with a stranger about forty-five minutes ago, but he didn't say anything until just a while ago, and he's not in the immediate area!"

...yes, this was indeed an appropriate time to panic.

Frankenstein put his phone on speaker as he stood up abruptly. His chair clattered as it fell, and several of his papers were pushed aside in his haste to clear his desk.M-21 was smart, and knew better than to go with a random stranger. And a random stranger wouldn't be able to force the child to go anywhere. Which meant that it wasn't a random stranger.

Had the Union found M-21 already? How could they, when he had been so careful in constructing the child's fictitious life?

Frankenstein took a moment to take a deep breath. As calmly as he could, under the circumstances, he ground out, "And this happened about forty-five minutes ago, you say?"

"Y-yes..."

Frankenstein exhaled and tried to think. If another modified human had taken- M-21, then there was little chance that they would still be in the city. However, there was the slightest possibility that they might still be close enough for him to catch up. Which wasn't something that he could do if he was just sitting around.

"I'll be right there," Frankenstein shouted into the phone. Then he hung it up and tossed it on his desk. If anyone called, he could claim that he forgot it in his haste to get to the preschool. And, if the preschool asked why it took him so long to get there, he'd claim that the panic caused him to make a run for the school, rather than driving.

He was going to get M-21 back, and possibly break the bones of whichever Union agent took him.

As he hurried down the corridors of Ye Ran, a brief glimpse of something out of place caught his attention. Two of his students were standing in the courtyard, partially hidden by the building. And, based on their white hair, it was the two noble children.

Frankenstein didn't have time to stop and dance around them, while pretending to be mind-controlled. So they would just get a hale and hearty order to get back to class. Whatever they did after that was up to them. He stormed out of the building, ready to approach the two Nobles and tear into them. A young voice however, stopped him in his tracks.

"There wasn't a mutant," the voice said, and Frankenstein breathed a sigh of relief. M-21 was at the school. What he was doing there however, was still a mystery. A mystery that could be solved right then and there, if he just stayed put, and kept his peace.

With his new plan of action decided, Frankenstein leaned against the building and masked his presence, hoping that he hadn't been noticed.

"What?" Regis asked, confusion barely masked.

Frankenstein too, was confused. But, that was to be expected. He'd just begun listening in on their conversation, which could have been going on for a while now.

"You said it was a mutant," M-21 mumbled, answering Regis' question. "It wasn't. We call it an in-fec-tee."

Was M-21 telling the Nobles about the incident at the hospital? Frankenstein had tell the boy that he could told Regis and Seira what he knew, but he hadn't meant for the child to abandon his teachers at school to do it! It was just unacceptable! 

He would be having words with M-21 after this.

"If a plain old human gets in-fect-ed by an ex-peri-ment-al subject, then its an infectee. When a plain old human gets in-fect-ed by an ex-peri-men-tal subject, then its and infectee," M-21 explained.

"And you're saying that an infectee did that at the hospital?" Regis asked. Then he scoffed. "It's clear that that was the work of a mutant."

"Says you!" M-21 retorted, raising his voice a little. He seemed to remember that he wasn't supposed to be there though, and his next words were spoken more softly. "In-fec-tees don't think right, and all they want is to drink blood. And, if they don't get it fast enough, they're gonna die."

Frankenstein was impressed. He hadn't known how much the child understood the procedures of the infected humans that the Union's agents could produce, and he hadn't known how to broach the subject. But now, he was finding out just how much the boy understood. It was...amazing, for lack of a better word.

Regis, on the other hand, was disappointing him with his refusal to be open. And to think, he was supposed to be investigating something. In Frankenstein's day, you looked at every angle when searching for answers. They didn't just follow one way of thinking like that!

And what was Gejutel thinking, sending such a closed-minded child out into the world like that? That was a recipe for disaster! The old coot should have-

"Let's say that I believe you," Regis hummed, cutting off Frankenstein, mid-thought. "Then where is this infectee now?"

Oh good, he wasn't completely lost then.

"He's dead," M-21 responded, matter-of-factly. 

"And the one who created it?"

Frankenstein sucked in a breath at that. He still hadn't gotten around to explaining the concept of death to M-21...

"He's on another mission," the child said. "He's far, far away right now. So far, that you can't even see him!"

Regis sighed. His next words sounded weary, like he'd been fighting an uphill battle for years. "So you can't prove anything," he grumbled. "But why are you telling us this?"

"Well..." M-21 began, and Frankenstein could just hear that smirk in his voice. "The Chairman says that old people need their sleep, and you're plenty old. Too old to be going out every night like that."

When Regis growled, Frankenstein took it as his cue to step in.

Going back to the administration building's front door, he slammed it and raced around the corner of the building. In his haste, he almost bowled over the two nobles. As it were, they all stumbled, and Frankenstein used Regis' shoulder as a crutch while he struggled to regain his balance. He panted realistically, and planted a frenetic expression across his features.

Fixing M-21 with a wide-eyed look of relief, he rushed forward and swept the child up in his arms. M-21 of course, flinched, but Frankenstein couldn't address it. He had to make sure that Regis and Seira didn't suspect anything. He spun the boy in a circle and held him close.

"Milan! hank heavens you're here!" he exclaimed. Falling to his knees, he set the modified human back on his own feet and took hold of the child's hands. "What were you thinking, leaving your school like that? Your teacher thought that you'd been kidnapped! I thought that you'd been kidnapped!"

M-21 looked at him with wide eyes, and then glanced back at Regis and Seira. He stared at them with calculating eyes. Then, without warning, his features fell, and his lower lip jutted out.

"I-I thought that I saw one of the bad men," the child sniffled, alarmingly convincing. He looked at Frankenstein with large, wet, and pleading eyes. "And I got scared, and you said that I could come and find you if I did!" He threw his arms around his neck and sobbed. "Please don't make me go back! Please!"

Frankenstein held onto the boy and picked him up, patting his back soothingly. "I won't send you back, but next time, you tell your teachers that you want to come to me and wait for them to call me, okay?"

M-21 nodded from where he'd buried his head in Frankenstein's clothes.

Sighing, Frankenstein turned around and glanced at Regis and Seira. They were standing there awkwardly, as if they didn't know how to handle this new development. He sighed again.

"Thank you for finding Milan," he said to them, beginning to walk back to the administration building. "But you aren't supposed to be out of your classes yet, so I'm going to ask you to return to them please." Regis opened his mouth to say something, and Frankenstein held up a hand. "No buts, children. To your classes, now." To M-21, he started uttering soothing noises as the boy fake sobbed.

Once they were inside and out of sight however, he ceased making the noise. M-21 also quit his sobs and clung to Frankenstein's shirt silently, in what seemed to be his natural pose after any encounter with the two young Nobles.

Together, they walked back to the office. Once inside, Frankenstein set the child down on the sofa and went back to close the door. When he turned back around, M-21 was already up again, picking up scattered papers off the floor. He joined the child, and they worked quickly and silently, collecting the forms from where they lay.

Cleaning finished, Frankenstein turned to the child. "Now young man, let's talk about what you did..."

M-21 gulped.

M-21 strolled through the park, alone. He swung his lunch box in around as he looked up at the stars. It was getting pretty late, but he wasn't in any hurry. He'd copied the swirly writing that Regis had put in the sign-out book the last time he'd come to pick him up, and then left the school. That way, when Frankenstein came to pick him up, it would say the the big weirdo had picked him up from school a while ago. But he wouldn't be there when Frankenstein got back. Regis wouldn't be there either, and would prob-ab-ly get back around the same time as him, and the scientist would chew him out for being late.

Would serve the big bully right.

"We finally meet," a strange voice said, and M-21 looked up at the stranger that had just appeared on the path. "I thought it would take longer to find you."

M-21 stopped and frowned. He didn't know he man, but something told him that the man was bad news. Union bad too, not bath time bad, like with Frank-en-stein. 

"Who are you 'posed to be?"

The man smiled, and it made M-21 shiver. His smile wasn't a nice one, like Shinwoo's or Ikhan's. It was mean, like Jake's.

"I'm hurt, M-21," the man said, and M-21 panicked. 

He knew his code name. He knew his code name.

"Don't you know the DA-5?"

M-21 froze. The DA-5. They were strong. Stronger than Jake or Marie. This was bad-bad. Even badder than bath time bad. And if the sranger was in the DA-5, then...He shouldn't have left the preschool by himself.

"Yeah," he said, braver than he felt. "You gotta be Shark. And the man behind is Hammer, right?" The fat man had just appeared out of nowhere too, so he had to be one of them.

Shark smiled even wider. "So you do know us. Then we can talk this through." He put his hands inside his jacket. "We want you to come with us."

M-21 wanted to narrow his eyes, but he was too scared. "Why?"

Shark's smile got a bit smaller, and his eyes got...weird. "You'll find out if you come with us," he said. "It won't take long, if you behave."

M-21 swallowed, and shook his head. "Nu-uh," he replied. He wanted to just take back the words when Shark stopped smiling, but it was too late for that.

"You don't have a choice. Your only option is to go with us."

"Nu-uh!"

Shark smiled again, but this time, it was bigger and scarier. The air started getting heavy, and suddenly, M-21 couldn't breathe. Little stones started flying around, and one of them hit him underneath his eye.

That only happened when strong people used their powers. And M-21 had already known that the DA-5 was strong. He just hadn't known how strong.This was very, very, bad. He wouldn't be able to fight even one of them, unless Raizel helped him.

Footsteps started approaching them, and M-21 looked back, hoping that it was Raizel. But it was only Regis and Seira. He'd wanted them to come along before, when he was going home, but he didn't want to see them now!

He hoped that they would just walk past, because not even Regis could fight Shark and Hammer. They'd die!

Keeping his head straight, M-21 listened as they walked past. He kept staring at Shark, thankful that he wasn't paying attention to the two.

They were almost behind him when they stopped, and Regis asked, "What are you doing here?"

M-21 said a bad word that M-24 would have scolded him for, inside his mind.

Shark smiled, and looked at the two Noblesse for the first time. "Oh?" he said, "I thought he was just a kid passing by, but you know each other?" He took his hands out of his pockets slowly. "You aren't students. Who are you?" 

When neither of them answered, Shark looked at M-21 again.

"M-21, you know, don't you?"

M-21 looked at the ground, as he thought about what he should say. M-24 always did say that he needed to do that. He thought for a while. Maybe, if he told the truth, Shark and Hammer would back down? He didn't think so, but it was worth a try.

"They're Noblesse. And the Union told us that we should stay away from them, remember?"

Shark and Hammer were quiet for a bit. Then Shark laughed. Hard.

"You thought," he laughed, "that we'd get scared, just because we heard 'Noblesse'? I met one about a year ago, and was excited to face off against them. But I was so disappointed. The great Noblesse wasn't powerful at all! They even got on their knees and begged us not to kill them. What's so noble about that?"

M-21 listened to Shark talking, but he felt cold. He already knew that Shark would probably be able to beat Regis and Seira, but hearing him say that he'd killed a Noblesse before made it worse. He was about to try and tell Regis and Seira to leave him, but then, Regis chuckled.

"If they were beaten by you," the Noblesse said, "then it must have been a fake. Especially if they were beaten by you. Your hairstyle is beyond classy. It's the worst of the worst."

Regis needed to shut up, M-21 thought. He needed to shut up, and stop making Shark mad, and stop insulting Hammer. If they got mad, who knows what they would do to them? They might just decide that they didn't want to keep them alive anymore, and M-21 would never get to see M-24, or M-65 and the others, ever again! 

Wait...

An explosion brought M-21 back to the park.

There were blurs jumping around, and a cloud of dust blocking a lot of what was happening. But M-21 could tell that Regis and Shark were fighting. And Regis was winning.

Regis was winning. They'd be able to go back home! M-21 was getting excited. If Regis could beat Shark, then he'd be able to beat anybody! He'd never have to-

A bomb fell between Regis and shark, making a hole in the floor. A street light got torn out of the ground, and fell to a side, light still on. Then it flickered. Once, twice, then it was gone. Then Regis and shark landed, further apart than they'd been before.

A man was standing in the smoke, and M-21 just knew that it had to be Kranz."

Shark," the man called, "I didn't authorise you for combat."

With Kranz there, Shark got a lot more res-pect-ful. He stopped smiling, and actually looked scared. 

"I didn't have a choice," he said, voice no really small, but not loud like it had been before. He sounded...scared...of what Kranz would do...

If the DA-5 were scared of their own leader like that, then Regis didn't stand a chance, M-21 realised. And maybe, just maybe, Frankenstein didn't either. And he really didn't stand a chance then.

He jumped when Kranz looked at him. He didn't want the man's attention, especially now! "M-21, you're coming with us," Kranz said, already turning around.

M-21 didn't see how he could disagree right now. So he started walking forward. But then Seira stepped in front of him, and he had to stop. He looked up at her, confused.

"Who are you to take him?" Regis called. "You won't take him without my permission."

Everything was quiet for a minute. 

M-21 couldn't see Kranz with Seira standing in front of him. But, if Regis was challenging him, he really didn't want to see. Strong people tended to get scary when they were angry. He braced himself for another fight.

"You are a Noblesse? M-21, do those two have anything to do with your mission?"

"Mission?"

Regis wasn't the only one who didn't know what was going on. M-21 didn't know what Kranz was talking about either. He wasn't on a mission. He'd be-trayed the Union and left! But if he said that, then Kranz might...

He  glanced at Seira's back. He couldn't get she and Regis in-volved. They wouldn't be able to help.

"I'll come," he shouted, and shoved past Seira to go over to the DA-5 members.

Once he had caught up to them, Kranz put a hand on his shoulder and held on. To anyone who didn't know what was going on, it would look like he and Kranz were related, and Kranz was just guiding him. But M-21 knew what it was. Kranz was threat-en-ing him, reminding him not to run. Not that he'd be able to get out of the tight grip that Kranz had on his shoulder.

As they walked away, M-21 only looked back once.It was better this way, anyway.