#either that or “im such an ugly monster who could ever love me”

[chasingthe2000s]

I'm so pretty everybody loves me lalalallala

[fantastic-mr-corvid]

I don't know if this one is hard enough, but... For both twins, if there was no other option... would they ever betray each other? How far would they be willing to act against the other's interests?

ohhh this is horrible..... ohh tyy so much! really putting them under the microscope for real... 10/10 for both of them they do not like this question.

[sorry it took so long bit cecio wouldn't stop talking and then celia wouldn't talk] warning in celias section for the death of the narrator

[i answer triangle questions on the premise of the characters have to answer truthfully & i often use a veiwer stand ['you'] in as a narrator and so i played with that in celias section]

Cecio:

"Would I betray Celia?" Hes shaking already, fists clenched, at one small question- so unlike his usual collected self.

"Betray my only blood left, betray my older sister who raised me into the man i am now-" His anger reaches its peak, handsome face warped with ugly wrath. Then something breaks, his voice going quiet "-for better or worse?"

Silver eyes turn away from you, internal conflict written all over his face. if you had to chose you think you would say the winning emotion is shame, but before you can justify that choice, his face is wiped blank of emotion, returning to a plain stony mask, but this time there is no false humor or kindness in those silver eyes, and in the moment the blue sheened silver seem more like steel.

"i would never betray my sister, sell her out for my own gain. i may be a selfish monster and unashamed of it, but i will never tear down my family for coin or reputation, and if i was forced to, my dear sister would be last on that list. To betray my sister would be to betray myself, because her interests are my best interests."

his overly careful intonations seem to betray his true emotions, but it is not anger that threatens to overwhelm him, not anymore. eyes squeezed shut, he massages his temples with his fingers and as the fight leaves his body he sighs in defeat

"If there was no other option? if i had to chose? then it would depend on who im betraying her for. if i had to chose between Celia and the rest of our family- well, its what she would want me to do. we need Celia, but shes stuck in so many ways, and she knows it. the right answer is that if i had no other choice i would betray her in exchange for the safety of the rest of us, sacrifice Celia for Ramettos future, god knows the rest of us don't have a chance to change either."

"but that's the right option, the one she would want me to take, even as she hates me for having to be the one who makes that decision." hes leaning back in his chair, and you could swear he starts smiling as he continues talking, "for all my work is separated from my sisters i don't think i could every be forced into an ultimatum without her knowing- hell i don't think i can do much of anything without her knowing- and im sure whatever i do against her orders is allowed by her as she knows i wouldn't do so without my own reasons."

"that all is to say, i would never be in the position where i am forced to betray her because she would rather betray herself than put me in that position."

he grows quiet again, what little pride he could take in his sisters likely actions falling into melancholy.

"what am i do do but as my sister, my leader wishes, what she says is best for me?"

he looks to the side, eyes avoiding your gaze, eyelashes fluttering closed.

"I would betray her and hate myself for the rest of my life- and with that betrayal, that choice, i would understand my sister in a way i never would have be able to if i did not stab her in the back with the sword she gave me."

Celia:

Celia stares, eyes glowing in the dim light, written on her face confusion at the question, at the audacity in questioning how far her love for her brother goes.

Gold stained lips move slowly, enunciating the word with force,

"No"

Something glimmers in her hand, a glimmer of light arcing through the air towards you. Its surprisingly painless, even as the floor slams against your body, deep bruises the least of your worries. as your vision fades you see her stand to loom over your soon to be corpse, and you can almost hear the rest of her answer-

"I would sooner betray myself."

[inhonoredglory]

another character based question - how do you feel about mikasa? a lot of fans dont like her, im curious about how you feel! - armin anon

Hellooooo Armin Anon. OMG it’s been forever since I had the time to sit down and do a proper meta, and I apologize.

First off, I finished the manga!!! (So, spoilers ahead for anyone else reading this.) I had to lie down after reading 139. It’s a tremendous story and I’m still taking it all in. The set pieces and personal/emotional stakes of everything that happens is just astounding. If it’s one thing Isayama does good, it’s the gut-wrenching personal anguish that underlies the action. I’m absolutely floored. My favorite bit was probably the timey-wimey stuff in Paths and Eren. That blew my freaking mind. But onto Mikasa!!

A Cruel Yet Beautiful World

I remember way back when I started the anime that I started liking Mikasa first out of the group. I liked how sullenly silent and no-nonsense she was, and I liked her loyalty to Eren. Her emotion, especially when Eren died in Trost, was palpable and terrifyingly beautiful. Her grief was incredibly realistic––rushing off with a death wish that even she couldn’t succumb to in the end, because of the drive to fight that she got from Eren. In a world like SNK, her relentlessness breaking through her grief was incredibly moving. And her philosophy is basically the driving theme of SNK: “This is a cruel world, and yet so beautiful.”

This is the same moral message she gives Eren when he can’t find the strength in him to fight Annie––and gives him that warm, understanding, inscrutable smile that allows him to finally accept his own monsters, fight Annie, and save her and Armin. (One of my favorite panels of her from the manga, actually.) Mikasa is basically the first character we meet who embodies this contradictory morality, which grows to engulf SNK and other characters as well (Levi, Reiner, and Armin especially come to mind). Which could be why I was drawn to her at the start, since the complex moral outlook of SNK was the primary reason I fell hard for this story.

(And gosh, it’s tragic to realize that it’s teaching moments like the scene above that made Eren into the person who could influence his own child self to murder, the person who could wipe out so much of humanity, the person who could take Ymir’s challenge to free her by destroying the love of the person who cared the most about him. I’m still processing yo.)

Acker-parallels

I started really analyzing Mikasa when I had to defend her from a friend of mine who accused her of resenting Levi (for beating up Eren) and that’s why she attacked him so violently in the RTS serumbowl. Because of my research into rebutting that, a lot of my affection for Mikasa now comes in seeing the little ways in which she cares and trusts other people, including Armin, Levi, Gabi, and Jean. And her quiet sensibility that goes beyond her love and protectiveness of Eren.

With Levi in particular, I find a lot I like about her. Because you can definitely see her annoyance at him, but she also trusts him more than anyone else in the Corps outside of Armin. After Levi’s violent encounter with Historia, she was the only one who implicitly trusted Levi’s judgement, backing up Armin’s more reasoned logic. She sees beyond her own emotions and even moral feelings and realizes the world is cruel enough that sometimes people have to do dark things to help others and survive.

This is very much the same statement Levi made to the 104th when he had asked them to follow Erwin’s orders when the commander’s plans were questionable on the surface: “Do you trust him? Those dumb enough to say yes… come with me.” These two understand each other on a moral level, and they ask for their comrades’ loyalty without demanding it, because they each know that everyone’s conscience is their own.

There’s a clear parallel between Mikasa and Levi, not only because of their Ackerman heritage and sensibilities (loyal to a fault to their chosen person, impossibly strong, quiet and grim), but their frustration when they cannot protect the people they are responsible for. They both know they are the strongest around, and if they cannot fulfill on that power, a lot of people will die.

There are many moments in which Mikasa puts aside her personal feelings to do her soldierly duty, from leaving Eren to help with the evacuation of Trost to leaving Eren and Armin to fight the Colossal Titan alone in Shigonshina.

And then there’s the fact that Levi’s the one who could break past Mikasa’s headspace and distraction so that she can do the right thing. He understands her strong emotion, he respects it, but he also knows when that has to be put aside for the greater good. But he doesn’t put her down for having those emotions, either.

Strength from Eren, Humanity from Armin

Mikasa’s love and loyalty to Eren challenges her tremendously after the timeskip and her sorrow at Eren’s change is what really stands out to me about her character in the Marley arc. The absolute grief in her eyes when she tells Eren what he’s done is devastating, and it shows just how much goodness and compassion she does have.

And yet she longs to understand Eren, to trust him, to believe there can be something redeeming, and not merely jaded and tired, in what he taught her so many years ago––to fight, to win, to live.

There’s such a difference between these same words said here by Mikasa, so many years later, after so much heartbreak, to the anger and flame that were in them when she first heard them, back when she realized that this was the way of the world. That death and killing happens in the natural world everyday and that’s how you survive. That the world is both cruel and beautiful.

And yet as the years wore on, as Mikasa grew closer to others, found purpose in protecting others, sought a life with Eren… as she wandered further into the forest of life and society and relationships, she lost some of that simple injunction... to live is to fight, to fight is to win. She, like so many of the 104th and the others on this journey, found that it’s not enough to just fight and live and be satisfied. We really want it all to mean something, to have our actions be redemptive. To allow ourselves to believe that we do what we’re doing because we’re not just saving ourselves, but saving others, “saving the world” like Yelena points out (in the forest therapy session pfff). And it’s that drive for something bigger in our actions that grieves her so much with Eren, because as she wants her own actions to be fundamentally good and selfless, she wants his actions to be moral as well.

So while Eren is the person that frustrates Mikasa and motivates her to become stronger and braver than she ever was, Armin is the person who humanizes Mikasa and allows her the space to be gentle and vulnerable. She comforts Armin, confides in him, puts her faith in him, and puts her life in his hands.

She trusts Armin with Eren, and she values Armin’s intellect and compassion, qualities she doesn’t have in nearly as much quantities as he does: “There are only so many lives I can value. And… I decided who those people were six years ago. So... you shouldn’t try to ask for my pity. Because right now, I don’t have time to spare or room in my heart.”

This bit from her confrontation with Ymir and Historia was a defining moment for me with Mikasa. It’s honest and realistic in a way that few of us care to admit about ourselves, and it’s just super chilling and badass coming from her, too. It also shows how much she fights for Armin and Eren both. They are the two people she loves the most in the world, and she never gave up on saving either of them––from death or from themselves.

I’m looking back on Trost now and finding so much irony with the ending to SNK. In Trost, she was the one to give up on Eren, telling Armin that it was hopeless to try to extract Eren’s personality from his Titan form. And yet, like in the end, it’s always been between Armin and Mikasa to try to salvage Eren’s humanity. In Trost, Armin tells Mikasa to leave––to go do what she’s good at (saving lives)––and to entrust Eren to him.

It’s a huge expression of both Mikasa’s trust in Armin, and her belief in Armin’s abilities and friendship for Eren. And in the end, it’s the two of them again debating on if there’s any humanity left in Eren. The bond they share is intimate and deep. With all the military doubting Eren and scheming to take away his Titan (with even Jean and Connie unavailable to them emotionally), it’s only Armin and Mikasa against the world––the only two people who can truly consider Eren’s actions and hold off on judging him. And you can feel their love for him even as they doubt him.

And like back then, it has always been Armin who understands Eren most, the one who recognizes his own evil and Eren’s and finds a redemption in having others stop you, because you cannot stop yourself.

And that’s the thing I really take away from SNK and from Mikasa’s journey, that we all have devils inside us, and yet there is still beauty to be found, within us and in the world––from the natural wonders that Armin dreams of, to the comfort of purpose and companionship that Mikasa has in Eren. Love and wonder is what redeems us of our devils. And yet love itself is complicated, and can turn ugly in its obsession. That giving up that love is what makes the love selfless and beautiful, what absolves us of the selfishness within us. That’s what Mikasa learned. And in the end, she was able to release that love for the good of the world.

So I guess to sum up, I really love Mikasa. I can see why her dogged loyalty to Eren might annoy some fans, but I think there’s a lot more to her than simply that, and in fact, her journey and growth is heart-rending and one of the most symbolic arcs of SNK and fundamental to its entire theme. She’s a badass with a lot of emotion and depth behind her cold mask.

[hezuart]

That anaversary aizen looks absolutely fabulous, he looks like a figure skater xd.

I heard along time ago the last arc of the anime was being animated finally bc they pulled a 90s sailor moon were the last season was not either animated or dubbed untill decades later.

I recall near the end of the current 366 episodes there was an episode were the creapy demon ppl woke up in hell and we're all bitter, and there was the other guy who was like, iM cOmEiNg FoR u IChIgO, but then is never mentioned again after and I'm like,why? Why is lt there just plopted randomly into a different arc that seams unrelated.

And locking aizen up underground seems ok, but It deff won't hold, and he will. Escape, and he will kill, you either need that one spell from star, dubbed, the darkest spell of moon the undaunted, a powerfull dark spell that killed immortal beings, that came from best character, eclipsa, the queen of darkness.

We need that.

Or stick him I'm crystal like eclipsa was in star. Is there no one who could trap him in ice or crystal for all eternity.

How about throw him into the centre of a volcano trapped and caged , forverr being killed by heat?

I assume there's space travel, send I'm into a black whole, were a black whole don't fuckin care if your immortal or fat, you will die

:3

Yes, I love anniversary Aizen. His original octopus-butterfly hollow design was ugly so I'm glad he's back to being the fashion icon he is.

Locking Aizen up underground once is one thing, doing it twice after saying he got more powerful by just sitting there, and he escaped to battle the Quincy Soul King God... is another. I think he should have escaped at the end of the Quincy arc. That is the only feasibility.

I heard the anime is coming back for the Quincy arc as well, but because of COVID its probably going to be delayed. (I'm not gonna watch it until the Rain section of the arc then I'm dipping out. I'm only here for Zangetsu)

and funny that you mention that hell scene in the manga :)

-> spoilers for the new BLEACH 73 page anniversary chapter / thoughts/critique on it

So hey you had a premonition! Syazel .... returned? And his hole is outside of his body??? for some reason???

(I didn't understand the explanation or why / how that happens and what that means for the hollow)

And my friend and I were laughing because out of ALL the things. Kubo could do in this anniversary. He gave Syazel his dick back after going to hell. That is iconic. (that's where his hole was located, and now that its not on his body ... well...) This is the funniest thing Kubo has EVER pulled. Kudos to you, sir.

The entire internet is freaking out over Ukitake being in hell. Honestly Kubo has done far worse, and we've established that Soul Society is a corrupt system that hasn't changed, so I'm not surprised he would pull something like this.

At the same time, Kubo 1. cheated his audience. 2. continues to prove me right that he cannot bring himself to kill his characters

1. Hollows who have commit murder in their human life are sent to hell. Syazel and Aaorniero are two of these hollows, and yet, when they are killed, there is NO gates of hell scene. We see them there later in the hell chapter (which was more of a promotion for the fourth movie and I didn't believe it would hold any merit)

But the same goes for Ukitake. We never see the gates of hell take him. What, was hell late? Did hell's gates get lost like an uber before picking him up? It's bull. Withholding such vital information from your audience, not showing the gates of hell when they should pick up this soul IMMEDIATELY is ... I mean its a lie. Kubo lied to his audience.

2. Now we are told powerful shinigami are sent to hell when they die. First of all that sounds like a security threat. Wouldn't shinigami want revenge for that? Or attempt to escape? Why would they still hold loyalty after being sent to a prison of eternal suffering?

Also "Yhwach and Aizen" were the only ones keeping Hell's gates closed is way too convenient and doesn't really make any sense. I feel like Aizen should have deliberately gone to hell to retrieve powerful shinigami / hollows for his army instead of keeping it /closed/.

This is definitely a Kubo-doesn't-know-what-he's-doing-and-is -making- stuff-up-as-he-goes, but it might have a pinch of merit because of previous plot lines.... but either way, there's some big plot holes here, but again, its Kubo, so I expected nothing less.

Again, he can't kill off his characters. He introduced zombification, he introduced immortality through the hougyoku, he has Orihime and Hachigen's reversal / rejection abilities. He brought back Luppi, friggen.... a character who's entire upper half of his body was incinerated. Like.... come on. No. He's dead, you can't bring him back like that. That's a cop out and just weird. You're taking away consequences and grief.

(Also Yamamoto and Unohana deserve to be in hell far over Ukitake, they've done some fcked up stuff in their pasts unlike him)

Also Kubo's favorite character is Mayuri, which.... you're allowed to have a favorite problematic character. But Keeping said character alive and bared from the consequences of abusing his daughter, murdering innocents, and experimenting on your own squad members? Nah. Nope. Kill him, Kubo. Kill this dude.

(his weird attachment to Mayuri is probably why he keeps bringing Syazel back, since Syazel is Mayuri 2.0, but Syazel is the bad guy who does face consequences for his actions while Mayuri is not)

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Also, I'm certain Kazui and Orihime are going to be THRILLED that their precious husband/dad is going to hell when he dies :)

(I just... Rukia teased Ichigo about leaving Orihime at home. She teased him about having a house wife who he leaves all the chores to. Orihime had two panels. She checks on her son who promised he would be at home and sleep. Kazui fcking breaks his promise like it never mattered to him and JUMPS out the window after pretending to sleep in front of his mother. ... An 8 year old... alone... in the middle of the night.)

Orihime is abandoned. She is not invited to SS, she is not informed of what is going on, her son leaves her.... I...

Orihime is a side character. She doesn't matter anymore. She hasn't mattered for a long, long time.

A part of me is glad she had little screen time, since she tends to waste it, but another part of me is embroiled with rage.

I've even see people try to defend this. "Orihime and Ichigo can't be together ALL the time, that's an unhealthy relationship!" and I'm like guys... that's not the point. The point is Orihime is not part of Ichigo's other life. Any shinigami stuff from now on is none of her business. She's going to stay at home while Kazui and Ichigo go off and save the world. Ichigo is going to be fighting by Rukia and Renji while Orihime watches from the sidelines, or worse, doesn't even know what is going on with her husband and son. Orihime is going to be uninformed and abandoned, because she has not proven she is capable of fighting by their sides(go on, @ me. I will fight this. She's a failure.), and also because she prefers a human life over a dead one. Which is ironic, because she married a dead man. Ichigo is a shinigami, and he will be one forever. god forbid she ever meets his Zanpaktou. She would tremble in fear at the monsters her husband harbors in his soul, especially when she realizes they don't care about her and would rather see her dead. (Zangetsu would absolutely kill Orihime. Not sure about Kazui, but Orihime has not accepted Zangetsu, she does not like either of them, and the feeling is assuredly mutual.) frick now I want to make a comic about this

Also still frustrated over Zangetsu's shikai / bankai regression. Kubo once again lied to his audience. Ichigo has no bankai. How ridiculous is that? The main character of BLEACH doesn't have a bankai. Insulting.

(RIP to Chad. He doesn't exist anymore. He's just gone. No mention, no cameo. Gone.)

Kazui is a demon child. That character from the novels? Hikone? They're the same character. Literally same personality, same power level. Its worse because Kazui is a liar. He constantly goes behind his parents' backs. He can summon creepy fish and creepy eyeballs and open portals like is ANYONE aware of this? How has SS not kidnapped Ichigo's son and experimented on him / locked away his powers yet? All substitute shinigami require a reiatsu controlling / spy badge to keep them in line. Where is Kazui's? Or is he just a weird fullbringer?

I was worried Kubo was gonna try and pull a knock off Boruto but luckily he kept the focus on Ichigo and the others. But that being said, Ichika and Kazui are now just... sort of there? Kazui was kinda just.... having his own adventure that doesn't matter to the plot at hand, and Ichika had some nice characterization at first but she just hid behind her dad the whole time.

I have a feeling Kazui is gonna step in at the last minute or do some major behind the scenes thing that indirectly interferes with the main plot so no one will realize how powerful and dangerous he actually is. Its sad because Ichika is the superior character in personality and likability, but she clearly is not going to have a bigger part in this.

Ichigo having a normal life after everything still feels extremely boring and uncomfortable to me. Everyone's like 'I'm still bLEACH!" but.... BLEACH just... doesn't feel like BLEACH anymore. It hasn't for a while now.

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There's two new shinigami characters. Didn't care for the girl, but the Sign Language kid who talks to animals is adorable ... however... he just reminds me of Chad, and I just... it hurts knowing Chad has essentially been deleted. Chad and Orihime are officially benched. They have chosen the human world, and Orihime has given Ichigo his spawn so she has no more use/purpose to him anymore... ////sigh

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Also. This is claimed to be a new "arc". So is the BLEACH manga coming back? What is happening. I thought Kubo was tired and didn't want to do BLEACH anymore. I thought Shounen Jump cut him off. People made so many excuses for Kubo and why the past two arcs have been so badly written the past 6 years and now almost everything they've attempted to defend him with has been revoked.

BLEACH is going to continue to screw up its plot lines and characters, so Its probably best for it to stay dead but I've seen a lot of Kubo stans drooling over this content, they're desperate for BLEACH's return, but its already given out all its possible revelations. There's really nothing else to top here. It's just going to make things up as it goes along ,and I'm not really here for half-assed writing like that, especially since the damage of rushing the previous manga has already been done. Kubo and Shounen Jump are riding off a money nostalgia. None of this was planned.

Honestly though.... overall feeling of this chapter, not as bad as it could have been.

Syazel stole the spotlight, and he's my friend's favorite character, so that's all that really matters.

[uiruu]

i just saw someone say they don't like monster factory because of the bodyshaming and like... if that's how it hits them then I'm not gonna argue with them of course, but i don't really know of any instance of shaming... it's either about celebrating bodies or it's just neutral and about creating the character who fits whatever improv narrative they're coming up with. and any time they do go "oh no that's horrifying", it's about some feature that's totally non-human, like having a giraffe neck or teeth that glow, or some feature that, if it were on a real person, would be a conscious choice someone made, like a bad haircut or extremely bad fashion sense.

like, I'm not gonna tell someone who feels this way about monster factory that they're wrong because they experience what they experience, you know? but at the same time it's just not a conclusion i would have ever come to, i think. I've never gotten the impression that they're making fun of real people at all, and something like 99% of what makes the character creation parts funny is the way the narrative and personality of the character unfolds as they shape them.

they have made characters who are fat, sure, but that's not ever The Joke, you know? Justin actually always makes a point to appreciate when games let you play as overweight people because he himself is overweight. they make an effort to vary up gender options, height options, size options, all sorts of variables like that between their various characters, just to keep things fresh. and i don't think giving a character a big nose when not all of their characters have big noses means that they're making fun of big noses, because the joke literally never is "haha big nose". the joke that the nose serves might be just to help shape the face into something funny, but the joke is about what emotion, mood, or character background the character might be in or have, not about how ugly or whatever the character is.

i can't really think of many times, if any, where they've made a character where the whole point is that theyre ugly and worthy of ridicule. most of the time, their goal is to make a character who has an eccentric personality, or is extremely sad, or trying their best, or idk something else like that lol. i can think of more monster factories where the character's physical attributes don't get goofed up that much and the majority of the monstering comes from the clothing/accessories/story they make up for them, etc than i can monster factories where the monstering mostly has to do with what they look like (and only that). like, the final pam isn't that weird looking. if you stripped arby the meathead mcdonald of all his clothes and accessories he'd just be a normal old man.

but then also, when they do goof up a character physically, it's usually so nonhuman that it doesn't read to me as having anything to do with actual people at all. like toucan dan the toucan man. or squirtle. or knife dad. or yoba skywalker starwars rules. or truck shepard. or j'aam lmao

if it felt meanspirited, i wouldn't be into it. and like, i felt like if almost any other people other than Griffin and Justin were doing this series, it definitely would be meanspirited. i don't think many people are capable of not only walking the line here, but like thriving in it, and creating a space to make fun characters with really large personalities and eccentricities and physicalities that reflect those things, WITHOUT it veering into just joking about physical appearances. in a vacuum, you could view some of the creations from a distance and think it's veering into that, but in context it doesn't really, in my opinion. when they give a character long arms and short legs, it's so long and so short that it doesn't resemble anyone, and even still, the jokes are less about how wild it looks and more about the utility of these features and what they say about the character and the world they inhabit.

idk, that's just my two cents. i understand if there are people who feel this way though, because i can only speak for my experiences and they can only speak for theirs. but i just felt compelled to post this because like... that's a criticism of monster factory that i haven't really seen before, and i wouldn't really have gotten that impression just from watching them. especially once the series really got going and they started focusing more and more on the narrative, to the point where the creation segments of episodes like the #noid, turbovicki, daz, stang, etc aren't even that prominent, and definitely aren't even the funniest parts of those episodes lol. well maybe daz, i liked the creation of daz lol. but anyway.

their goal with monster factory isn't to create things to laugh at, it's to create things to laugh with lmao. to create a monster and find how to love them. to create art.

long story short, monster factory is a monsterfucker series. i think. that's not the conclusion i had in mind when i started writing this, but that's what im going with. it's about beauty, power, and beautiful powerful monsters who definitely fuck, for sure

[jubilfetv]

talking about my problems with gen 8 pokemon design for no reason cause i feel like it

seeing those pokemon legends leaks has made me soooo apprehensive about future pokemon games and especially gen 9. cause while i think every gen is gonna have hits and misses (except gen 4 LOL im not even biased saying these cause dppt genuinely had some of THE best designs) with swsh and now pla im so. WHO is gamefreak hiring for these designs

like i hate to sound like a genwunner but at least with older pokemon designs, even if i didnt like them, they still looked like pokemon

like im not crazy about gurdurr but at least it still looks like. a pocket monster. and not whatever this new gen has been churning out. like look at these

its literally just a fucking squirrel like whats special about it. couldnt you have at least changed up the colours so its not literally just a squirrel from real life. hate these bitches

like at least do something interesting with it when its inspired from a real life animal LMAO?!?!?  greedunt you will never be pachirisu emolga etc

b4 i say anything else. i hate inteleon

biggest problem i have with the starters is that theyre either boring or they just suck. rillaboom is the  best one out of these but i dont like that it just has a drum LOL like its a gorilla u couldnt have leaned into the beating-chest thing instead of just giving it a drum?

scorbunny is THE most boring design. it just looks like someones furry character. thats not an insult but it doesnt even look like a pokemon. speaking of which why is everything so perfectly round? why is sobble so round why couldnt you have taken inspiration from real life lizards instead of just making it a generic boring cute design

cinderace is too anthro and i hate its anime eyes. didnt even put any effort into making it look like a creature that could plausibly exist in this universe cause it just looks like a guy inn a fursuit. speaking of which WHAT is with scorbunnys random yellow markings??? how would those even occur naturally in the wild. the colours is something else i have such a big issue with wrt gen 8 but ill get to that

and inteleon. literally the worst pokemon design in the entire franchise. was there really no other way to design a spy inspired lizard. why did you have to go the furbait bedroom eyes humanoid barely even a lizard creature route. UGLY!!!!!!!!!! fuck you inteleon

still mad we didnt get something like this instead. anyway comparing the gen8 starters with like, the gen2 or gen4 ones u really see where they started just going with boring cutesy designs instead of taking more inspo from the real life animals theyre inspired from. imagine totodile designed today... i dont wanna think about it

anyway even though i love impidimp it really showcases so many of the problems i have with these designs. theyre all obviously designed for modelling which isnt a BAD THING except that it seems to be the most simple modelling in existence. shapes are perfectly round or square and theres barely any interesting shapes

Like really.

also i hate this fucker for the same reason as skwovet/greedunt in that its literally just a regular penguin with an ice cube on its head. like WHY keep it the exact same colours as a normal penguin except for the random blue?! its not like youre limited to a certain palette

galar does have some really good designs though i wont pretend like it doesnt. toxtricity is one of my fav ever designs & i also love grimmsnarl (wish they kept it pink), corviknight, centiskorch, dragapult

anyway im gonna talk about the colours now. LOL. a big problem in these new designs is just the random colours slapped onto the pokemon without any effort to make them seem like natural markings OR something interesting for the design. like look at galarian slowpoke/slowbro compared to like croagunk

like the colours actually feel deliberate and LOOK good with each other. galarian slowpoke/bro just look like someone adding random colours in an attempt to make the design more visually interesting but it just looks like when im trying to work out an oc colour palette and start painting stuff over randomly. theres like. no thought behind it.

like with morgrem why the  random green lower body?? if its bc grimmsnarl’s green why not just keep regular grimmsnarl pink like the shiny??? it just feels random and doesnt blend well together. also WHAT the hell is up with its arms lol. also looking at it now they really could have played with  a hair tail thing where it looks like a devils tail. LOL. at least i like grimmsnarl

onto the pla leaks. ill get the ones i like out of the way first: h. growlithe, ursaluna, wyrdeer, basculegion, h. zorua/zoroark, h. braviary, h.voltorb. kleavor’s okay and i like typhlosion with its flames. decidueye couldve been worse. idk.  it looks better in action but i still prefer alolan decidueye

like no wonder they stopped showing us trailers LOL imagine a trailer of that hideous sneasel evo. it literally just looks like a stretched out sneasel. you will never be weavile

lilligant is boring considering its modern form

arcanine is fine i guess but i dont like the colours and theres like none of that stone guardian lion inspiration in there. hate to be that guy but literally all the fandesigns i saw were WAY better

samurott is boring. would look more interesting if they adjusted the colours and made the mustache black. ill probably choose it though just cause i want infernape on my team and will need a water type

h. electrode is boring as hell lol. why didnt they give it a mustache. voltorb is SO fun and then what. they just carved out electrodes eyes? YAWN

overqwil is fugly. sorry

avalugg is just like whatever

i like sliggoo/goodra’s typing but again theres just so much more you couldve done with it

new genie is um. well. its something. the turtle form i dont mind so much but i hate all the hearts and i dont like the colour palette

dialga and palkia are HORRIBLEEEEEE like 1) THROAT CANNON? WHAT WAS THE THOUGHT PROCESS BEHIND THIS? 2) get rid of the circular things and palkia will look SO much better 3) ik they were going for a combined with arceus thing here or something whatever but it looks like shit. black/white kyurem>>>>>>>these bitches any day

anyway yeah. was the pitch Make them ugly and or boring as possible or something. cause these designs are so. 

id better not hear anything about a gen9 until at LEAST 2024 btw and they better hire some new designers cause i cant put up with this *acting like im not always gonna love pokemon*

[alittlewhump]

Unbidden - Act 1, chapter 8

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Content warnings: death mention, possible minor body horror with regards to injury

It had been a fortnight since Andariel. Morgan was adjusting to his new reality, one where speaking much louder than a whisper for more than a few sentences made it feel like he'd been screaming his throat raw. Where pain was out of proportion to the damage that caused it. Where his left arm was all but useless. Although he felt well enough to get up and move around, the wound on his arm showed no signs of closing. An inky colouration had spread out from the puncture, extending up above his elbow and down to his wrist. It turned his stomach to look at it. Any remaining strength in the limb was negated by the pain that shot through it at the slightest jostle or pull. Akara's expertise in the healing arts was not sufficient to handle a wound like this, caused by a demon queen and determined to linger. She had offered her sympathies and a supply of bandages, which at least allowed him to bind the damned thing so he didn't have to see it. His own limited knowledge of medicine did not extend to this manner of injury either, so simply keeping it covered and clean seemed like the best option available.

Morgan had been spending most of his time and energy on meditation and geomancy. Physical pursuits were not very attractive at the moment, so instead he focused on improving his magic. He would need it more than ever now, given the state of his arm. Eventually he would return to the graveyard he'd marked, to check on the restless spirits there, but he wasn't yet well enough for that journey.

The ground around the encampment was largely untended, but the soil was good. Morgan had been using it to flex his magical abilities cautiously, not wanting them to suffer from disuse. He turned small patches at a time, shuffling the richer earth up toward the surface bit by bit, until eventually there was a respectable area prepared. Nobody had asked him to install a garden, but it felt like it might be a useful contribution. It also helped to ground him. He had often tended the gardens back home, and found now that he was missing that work.

Short forays into the surrounding fields were still within the scope of Morgan's ability. Over the course of about a week, he'd managed to successfully transplant a reasonable variety of usable plants. Comfrey, feverfew, yarrow, and chamomile had all been easy enough to spot, and each had at least one medicinal use. They also had the benefit of being reasonably hardy, taking root well in the freshly turned earth. He had also experimented a little with some preparations of other plants he'd found - an outcrop of sway grass by a small lake, some sage nestled in among a patch of bright trefoil, a little bark from the willow just outside the encampment - but despite following standard procedures for preparation, none of the resultant concoctions did anything to relieve the pain of his injury. He took some fruits from what looked like an oleaster, intending to dry them for another attempt in the future, but he kept his expectations low. If the wound wasn't going to heal properly, it stood to reason that the other effects would also linger.

Cain had been good company, stopping by often. He inquired about the garden as it was talking shape and seemed legitimately interested in the various applications of the plants filling it. Morgan took care not to speak at too much length on any one topic, endlessly interesting though they were. Equally fascinating were the tales Cain had to share in exchange. The story of Tristram had been a sobering one, between the king's corruption by Diablo and the destruction it had wrought. And it seemed that it was not yet concluded, given the hero-turned-dark-wanderer who had fled. It would be worth pursuing that tale to its conclusion; Morgan's original request had been duly fulfilled, but the evident threat to the Balance was more pressing than returning to the Necropolis.

He'd also been alternating between meditating on ways to improve his clay golems and creating small versions to test the changes he'd thought of. So far he had come up with a lot of failed designs, going too far to the extremes to test the boundaries. A build with above average mobility that would crumble in combat, a strong and sturdy make that could absorb a great deal of punishment but would be too slow to hit anything that wasn't standing still. Now it was time to rein it in, to tinker with proportions and the flow of magic through the construct until something better emerged. Morgan slipped easily into the in-between state, retreating into his mind while his body rested in a comfortable cross-legged position. A pleasant breeze ruffled the leaves of the tree he was leaning against. Today would be good for focusing on the smaller details. He lost himself for a time in the contemplation of his designs.

A crawling, prickling discomfort pulled him back into reality. The sun was getting low in the sky. Someone had put their hand on his shoulder, and they were speaking to him.

"- word I've said, have you?" It was Blaise, looking annoyed.

Morgan shifted away from her, and she let her hand fall. "I'm sorry," he said, "I didn't hear you. I was meditating." The rough sound of his voice was another thing he was still getting used to. He rubbed his throat gingerly. Should have thought to keep some water nearby.

"Of course you were. I said, I talked to Kashya and she's agreed to give you some training. If you're going to keep fighting monsters and demons, you'll need some help. With your swordplay. It's not very good."

She was right, of course. Now that he could no longer hold a shield, his sword would have to be defensive as well - and magic had always been his strength, not actual physical strength or coordination. He'd been planning to refocus himself entirely on the magical side of things, but this was undeniably a good idea even if he didn't relish the prospect of physical training. Any formal instruction in the use of a sword would be useful.

"When?"

"You're welcome. Whenever you're ready. As soon as tomorrow." Instead of turning to go, she sat next to him. He expected her to keep talking, but she didn't. Maybe she was working up to something. The silence stretched uncomfortably. She didn't like him, she'd often said as much - so why was she staying so near? He'd been doing his best to be avoidable, true to his word. She hadn't been taking advantage of it, instead crossing his path at least once a day. Probably some sort of sense of obligation. The Sisterhood had been treating him with a cautious, grudging respect since Andariel's defeat. It was... strange.

That reminded him of a question he'd been meaning to ask. Now seemed as good a time as any, so he turned to study her. "Blaise. Why did you tell everyone I killed Andariel?"

She startled visibly and raised a hand to shush him. "What the hell, Morgan," she hissed, "you can't just say-" she cut herself off, looking around furtively. Apparently satisfied that nobody was eavesdropping, she continued in hushed tones. "Look, if Akara and Kashya knew I killed that big ugly bitch, they'd never let me get away from this backwater. It's different for you. They're expecting you to go. And when you leave, I'm going with you. At least until I'm well away from here. This place... I'm not really cut out to be part of something like this."

"Ah." That explanation made enough sense. He hadn't realized she wanted to leave, but then he often didn't realize things about other people. Perhaps he'd misinterpreted her loyalty as fondness. There wasn't always a correlation there. She hadn't exactly been talkative during their time together - not to him, not about personal wishes and desires. It also explained the closeness; by spending time around him, she was putting on a front, laying the groundwork that would justify her departure. Satisfied, he turned away to look at the sky. It was starting to be tinged with pink, and it was lovely to see.

"How do you do it?" Now it was her turn to scrutinize him. She was staring intently at his face as though it was going to hold anything other than confusion. Do what? Had he slipped back into his thoughts and missed part of the conversation? "I mean, doesn't it bother you?" That clarified nothing. He stared blankly, and she huffed. "People don't like you. As a necromancer. I mean, we didn't exactly give you a warm welcome. But there's no way it's just us. Your kind are... well, hated."

Oh, that. It was just a fact. He'd come to accept it easily enough. People didn't usually take kindly to him even before they knew his particular area of specialization. He shrugged, wondering idly what had lead to the question. She didn't seem to like that response.

"It's normal," he offered.

"It's not normal! How could you think that's normal? How do you... live with it?" She gesticulated, as though the waving of her hands might clarify her meaning. It did not. How else would he live? He took a moment to search for the words to frame it.

"As followers of Rathma, we are driven by pursuit of the Balance. What others think of us is not important."

"Not im- Morgan, of course it's important! The way people treat you matters. You have to rely on other people all the time."

"I try not to."

Blaise pinched the bridge of her nose as though the conversation was giving her a headache. "Yeah, I know you do. But sometimes you don't have a choice. Like - there's no way you could have gone up against Andariel alone, she would have killed you in a second."

"Mm." While certainly true, it didn't change much. Alone, he would have been more cautious, planned better. Probably died anyway. Others would have come to take his place. His individual life only held value in the contribution it could make toward the Balance. Death came inevitably to all things; to die in service was at least honourable.

Blaise seemed agitated. "I don't think you understand - this is life and death stuff. For fuck's sake, you nearly did die! When-" she lowered her voice, which had risen in frustration. It shook a little. "When I brought you to Akara, she argued with me. She didn't want to waste her supplies on you. She was just going to let you die on her doorstep, because she doesn't like you. That's not normal. You can't just think that's okay."

It certainly wasn't extraordinary. That was why necromancers generally brewed their own potions, not that he'd had either the time or the forethought to reach for his own during the encounter. He started to shrug again. Akara had been pleasant enough since - oh. All the pieces came together suddenly, but the picture they formed didn't quite make sense. Blaise had lied to save him. She'd decided, probably on an impulse, out of desperation, to frame him as the hero because the healer wasn't going to touch him otherwise. She had wanted him to live, and had sacrificed her own part in the story to ensure his survival.

Of course, that type of instinctively selfless behaviour was part of the reason he'd decided she was a genuinely good person. But having that kindness extended to him - that was new. He didn't quite know what to make of it. People weren't kind to him, as a rule. That was familiar, at least, predictable. It didn't feel like he'd done anything to earn this special treatment. He'd have to tread carefully.

"It's what I'm used to," he said quietly. "Death comes to all things. We do not expect others to delay it for us. But you... are extraordinary." It didn't really feel adequate, but he would need some time to process this new information, and the moment would be long past by then. "Thank you," he added. That also felt shallow. He had no reference to draw from - what was the appropriate way to convey this tangle of feelings? Indebtedness, surprise, gratitude, admiration, and those were just the aspects he had names for. He purposely held her gaze for a moment, hoping she would be able to glean something from that since his words weren't doing the job.

Blaise opened her mouth as if to say something, then closed it again. Instead, she stood and stretched. "I bet you haven't even eaten today. Come on, Charsi made these beautiful rabbit pies. You have to try them." She extended her hand toward him. He didn't especially want to join a communal meal, but it would be rude to refuse such a rare offer. And he had, in fact, neglected to eat. He took her hand to pull himself up. Tomorrow he would attempt to train with Kashya, but right now he wouldn't worry about it.

[red-elric]

i think it’s time to talk about kagura fuckin sohma :) (huuuuuge meta under the cut, pro kagura <3)

there’s a huge portion of the furuba fandom that hates her for being selfish, cruel, self-serving, abusive, egotistical, etc... and every time i see claims like that, it bothers me because it completely undermines the MASSIVE character growth she underwent in the series. it doesn’t bother me either way when people like or dislike her--i myself don’t really like ayame, for no other reason than i thought he was annoying when i was a kid, and i didn’t like that he was a snake like me. however, i understand ayame a lot better now, i can appreciate his own growth through the series, and im capable of discussing him without a preface of “i don’t LIKE ayame, he’s selfish and mean and annoying, BUT...” it really bothers me when i see others give kagura that treatment. i think it’s a disservice to her character; ive vaguely complained about this before, but i thought i’d take some time out of my day today to fully explain why her character arc is so important to me.

just to clarify: i honestly don’t care about the gag violence she displays early in the series. the violent way she treats kyo in early chapters is clearly a joke on the same level as a wile e coyote vs roadrunner bit, and beyond that, takaya stops using it as the tone of the story becomes darker and the true, underlying themes she wanted to address take more of a foreground. it’s the same level of violence as is shown between kyo and yuki, or kyo and haru, and isn’t meant to be taken seriously, as we can see by how her attacks have no lasting impact on kyo. this is in stark comparison to the ACTUAL instances of violence in fruits basket, usually inflicted by akito (hatori’s eye, rin, kisa, tohru, momiji, etc), which leave clear physical and psychological scars on the various characters. the most kagura’s violence is intended to represent is a) a representation of her stubborn and single minded personality and b) a superficial reason presented to tohru and the readers for why kyo wants to avoid her. i don’t believe in putting stock into a character shtick intended to make the early manga seem more “interesting,” and i’d like to not focus on the one dimensional representation of her character we are shown early in the series; i’d much rather focus on the depth and growth she shows later on.

when kagura runs away from kyo’s true form as a child, when she doesn’t chase after his true form as a teenager, when she first talks herself into “liking” him as a kid, to “make up for” her ugly initial reaction to his true form; these are all selfish behaviors she exhibits. the only one of these that comes close to considering the feelings of others is when she convinces herself to act as if she loves him, because she recognizes that showing him love would make him happier than running away. kagura, by nature, is a little thoughtless about her actions; she’s “pig-headed,” as it were. i do, however, think we need to take into account her circumstances first and foremost, with regards to these worst direct actions she’s made. she, like all of the other zodiac, was raised in an environment where the cat, kyo sohma, isn’t regarded as human. the sohmas went to non-coed schools, so she never even went to school with him; as such, every person in kagura’s life who knew who kyo was, other than eventually tohru, treated him as a non-human monster. something to be feared, cursed, locked away. the worst part of the curse, and the one the other zodiacs could look down on and think, “well, at least i’m not as poor off as that.” and her reaction to his true form directly reflects the attitude of the world around her. actually, considering the descriptions we have of how unsettling it is to be around kyo’s true form, as well as the mental locks of the curse itself (it seems at times that the zodiacs are mystically compelled to hate the cat and love god), i think it’s incredible that she ever faced him again after the first time she saw him transform. much more so that she was able to touch him, to show him love, even if those actions were forced and a result of faulty reasoning.

growing up, kagura started seeing herself as a savior. the one who, with the power of true love, could love the cat enough to cancel out everyone else’s hate. to keep him happy, when everything else in his life was miserable. after all, how virtuous must she be, to love something as monstrous as the cat? she saw herself as the beauty to his beast, the psyche to his eros. except there’s another girl who filled that role for kyo, much more genuinely and much more effectively: tohru (there’s a beautiful essay by @thewinterose about the beauty and the beast dynamics in kyoru, i recommend yall check that out as well). and through meeting tohru, through befriending her and realizing that tohru DIDN’T see kyo the same way as everyone in kagura’s life, that her love for kyo was much purer and stronger than kagura’s, and that genuine love gave tohru the strength to run after his true form when kagura remained rooted to the spot; that is when kagura’s growth throughout the story begins.

first, however, i would like to point out that not everything kagura did as a child was selfishly driven! i genuinely believe that when she first met kyo, she genuinely liked him and wanted to be his friend, and that her desire to spend time with a lonely kid was a pure act of generosity. i don’t think it was until the first time she saw his true form that her reasoning behind her actions started getting distorted, simply because i don’t think “kyo the monster” was real in her mind until she was forced to confront it.

anyway!! kagura’s growth is spurred on by her rivalry and simultaneous friendship with tohru. especially after the true form arc, kagura spends a lot of time comparing herself to tohru, trying to analyze the differences between them and in how kyo reacts to the two of them. it is during this time frame that she realizes that kyo and tohru are a better match than herself and kyo; not because tohru is “better” than her, but because tohru and kyo have a close, intimate, trusting relationship. they are able to help each other, talk through insecurities, give each other confidence; they connect in a way kagura hasn’t been able to connect to kyo since they were very small. kagura realizes, simply put, that the two of them are in love with each other, and this realization is what drives her conversation with kyo. when she explains her feelings to him, describes her ugly motivations to him, it’s her way of explaining that she’s okay, that she knows she’s the wrong choice for him and that it’s okay for him to leave her behind. “see,” she tries to tell him, “i’m the bad guy. you can hate me for my impure feelings towards you, it’s okay. don’t be held back by me, go be happy with tohru.” and that’s incredibly brave of her. her attempt to remove herself from him, because she knows she’s cause him pain in the past and that she’s not the right person for him, despite her feelings; that’s an incredible display of maturity that sets her apart from one dimensional, static, “other woman” archetypes in other works of fiction. she’s not an evil temptress trying to steal the male lead away from the main character; she’s a girl who fell hopelessly, accidentally in love with someone who could never love her back. and when kyo saw through her, saw that she was still hurting despite her brave front? i can’t blame her for breaking down, for admitting she truly fell in love, for allowing herself to take his offered kindness before leaving him one last time. and from that conversation forward, she lets him be. they still see each other on occasion, and i imagine they have friendly conversations in the moment, but she took the step away that he needed and stuck to that decision.

now, there still is the issue of kagura and tohru’s fight. if you want to gripe about how “kagura knocked tohru out!!!!?!?!!!! horrible!!!!” you can see the second paragraph for my opinion on gag violence. the hit itself isn’t a gag, of course, but the strength of the hit and the fact that tohru was knocked out for an indeterminate time certainly is. ANYWAY. this fight is pure, simple, frustration. when kazuma mentioned how his grandmother pitied his grandfather, rather than truly loving him, she became frustrated and old feelings of guilt overwhelmed her. “i was like that,” she thinks. “wasn’t i?” except, in the end, she wasn’t simply acting out of pity. when she heard tohru discussing her feelings for kyo with rin, kagura became overwhelmingly frustrated by tohru’s inability to say such things to kyo himself. she was overcome with emotion, yelled and hit tohru, because the combination of her love for kyo and her inability to help him overwhelmed her. of course, when she acts out with violence to tohru, rin is panicked and angry because of her traumatic experience with many kinds of violence, especially from akito; kagura realizes this and immediately apologizes to rin. by this point, she has calmed down and realized her mistake, and immediately tried to rectify it. kagura certainly isn’t perfect at this point, but she’s trying and that’s so, so important to me. she’s flawed, but she’s so beautifully, irrevocably human; she’s trying her best to change and i think that’s admirable and inspiring. as for why she refused to apologize to tohru: both of them understand why neither will apologize. tohru realizes that kagura was right, and kyo deserves to hear her feelings for him someday, the sooner the better. that it’s not fair to him to hide such a thing from him. tohru takes that advice to heart, and it’s part of what drives her to break the silence and ultimately confess to kyo. meanwhile, kagura understands that she was wrong to behave so aggressively to tohru, and she strengthens her endeavors to consider the feelings of others more and more. perhaps it would’ve been “better” if they’d mutually apologized but, well. kagura and tohru both are incredibly stubborn, and they reached an understanding. there was no need for either of them to apologize, which they both acknowledge.

so yes, kagura is selfish at times. it’s part of her nature, and that nature was accidentally encouraged by her surroundings growing up. on occasion, she has perpetuated the abusive family dynamics implanted by the sohma clan, especially towards kyo. yuki, haru, momiji, etc have all done the same. however, once she saw her first example of someone who didn’t perpetuate that cycle of abuse, tohru, she immediately made efforts to improve herself for kyo’s sake. she decided to remove herself from kyo’s life, which is the best thing she could’ve done for him, despite her feelings for him. she recognized that their relationship had become warped and ended it. and that’s growth that should be acknowledged. because you can’t just label people as good or evil, and attempting to do so only takes away people’s reason to grow and mature. if someone is told they are bad, and that they will always be bad, they will become discouraged and never even attempt self improvement. their behavior will not change. but if someone is told they are capable of change, of growth, they will aspire to become the best person they can be. kagura’s story helped me realize that i could change, that i didn’t have to be aggressive and narcissistic forever, during a point in my life when that’s all i’d ever been. her story showed me that change comes from within, and that eventually, through change, i could be happier. that i could remove myself from toxic relationships with dignity, and, with a lighter heart, that i could find new people to love who could love me back. i’m not perfect, and neither is she. i don’t think either of us ever will be. but it’s so important to me that her story isn’t diminished to a one dimensional, evil, “other woman,” character arc like some furuba fans seem determined to do.

so please. i know she isn’t perfect, but she’s still worthy of respect and forgiveness. after all, isn’t that forgiveness what fruits basket is all about?

[alolowrites]

Creeps, Freaks, and Milkshakes

Summary: Google Maps is usually pretty good with their directions. One night, you stumble upon a place where monsters exist beyond the imaginary folktale pages and movie screens. You’re a little scared, but at least the handsome bartender makes some delicious milkshakes. 

Author’s Note: I’m back with another story, and this time it is for Kurogiri! Inspiration came from this fabulous artwork by @/imjustanectoplasm. I had so much fun writing this story, and it’s my first one for Kurogiri. Hopefully I did him justice (if not im sorry :( )

Word Count: 1K+

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The entrance bell chimes above your head.

You glance at your phone and then back up; your brows furrow in suspicion. Google Maps says this is your destination, but something is not right. The place doesn’t resemble any of the pictures you saw online. Plus, you can’t find Nemuri anywhere despite her sending a text saying she arrived. You frown when none of your messages go through. Either your phone service sucks, or this place has some shitty signal. Knowing your luck, it’s probably the former.

Soft laughter echoes into the air. Your eyes roam around the milkshake shop and suddenly feel out of place. Everyone is wearing their…costumes? Sure it’s October, but Halloween is still two weeks away. Yet, here you are completely underdressed while some customers sport some impressive outfits.

A man is dressed as a vampire; his fangs are dangerously sharp, and his black cape flutters elegantly behind him. He sips on a drink that looks almost like fresh blood. Two seats down are a pair of ugly goblins with long, pointed ears and mischievous demon eyes. They slobber down their ooey-gooey vomit milkshakes, banging loudly on the table.

Sitting at the far-left corner booth is a group of clowns. They are not like the friendly clowns you see at the circus. Their creepy smiles and long, razor-like fingernails could make any adult scream in terror. You jump when a clown snaps his terrifying gaze on you. The sinister smile grows as though he found his next victim.  

Oh, hell no!

You stumble backward until you lose balance. A gentle hand grabs your arm before you could fall on the black-and-white checkered floor.

“Are you alright, miss?”

“Yeah, I’m fine! Thanks for—” your eyes bulge out in shock when you glance at your hero “—helping me…”

“Please, take a seat here,” he guides you to the retro diner barstool. His deep voice is oddly comforting despite not seeing a mouth. Does he even have one? Better yet, does he have a face? Only his tuscan sun eyes—shaped like slits—are visible; they are warm and kind, unlike the frightening clown whose eyes will forever haunt you in your nightmares. Guess you won't sleep tonight.

“Would you like a drink?”

“Huh?”

“A milkshake? Here,” he slips a menu your way. You skim through the options and arch an eyebrow. Caramel Camel Spider, Sugar Eyed Toad, The Bloody Hemorrhage—the names get weirder as you read on, and the descriptions are equally disgusting. “See anything you like?”

“These drinks are…something,” you gasp out an awkward laugh, averting your gaze from his purple mist face. You peek at his name tag that reads Kurogiri. The name suits him very well. “Do you happen to have a vanilla milkshake?”

“Of course,” he nods and starts making your order. As he walks away, you whip out your phone to contact Nemuri. None of your messages go through. However, a small detail catches your eye—the time hasn’t changed; it’s frozen at 9:47pm. You try not to panic when Kurogiri comes back with your drink. “Here you go, miss.”

“Thank you.”

“So,” Kurogiri wipes down some empty glass cups. You take small sips as if testing the waters (or tasting for poison). He chuckles when you hum in delight. “I take it you’re not from here.”

You smile shyly, “No, I’m not.”

“Well, it’s always nice to see humans visit my shop every now and then.”

You blink when his words sink in. “What gave it away?”

“Your milkshake order,” he leans forward and sends a cheeky wink, making your heart flutter. “Everyone else here prefers the more grotesque drinks. However, I do serve regular milkshakes just in case humans stop by. The supernatural barrier becomes weak in October, which might explain why you’re here.”

Kurogiri waves goodbye to a fellow customer while fixing a dessert plate. Everything starts making sense in this bizarre yet lively diner. You accidentally stumbled into a world where freakish monsters exist beyond the imaginary folktale pages and movie screens—no wonder you feel like a fish out of water.

“And here I thought Halloween started early,” you humor him, sharing a laugh together. This isn’t so bad, you think as your posture finally relaxes. An upbeat song plays from the jukebox and fills the air with good vibes. It doesn’t feel as though you’re sitting in a room full of monsters who can kill you at any moment.

You peek over your shoulders. The creepy clown continues to stare at you; he gives a chilling wave. You whip around and grip your vanilla milkshake. Okay, perhaps one monster might kill you.  

“Don’t worry about Pogo; he doesn’t mean any harm.”

“Sure doesn’t feel that way.”

“He probably finds you beautiful,” Kurogiri comments, pouring out a slimy green substance into a large cup. Two eyeballs garnish the drink, and one of them blinks. He hands the order to a waiter who floats away. “With a captivating face like yours, I’m not surprised.”

“I guess your milkshakes aren’t the only things that are sweet around here,” you twirl the straw as your cheeks burn at his compliment. Kurogiri is smooth and charming without even trying. It’s a shame he doesn’t exist in your world. You would go out with him in a heartbeat. You’ll just have to make the most of it for now.

Only you remember about Nemuri. She must be so worried.

“Everything alright?”

“Yeah,” you fish for your wallet. Does Kurogiri even take human money? You wouldn’t know since he shakes his head. A gentle hand touches your wrist to stop you, and butterflies swarm inside your stomach. You stare at him with flustered eyes.

“It’s on the house—my treat.”

“Oh, thank you,” Kurogiri pulls his hand away, ever so slowly. You clear your throat despite feeling like a blubbering mess inside. “Are you sure, though? There must be something I could give or do.”

“Perhaps you could join me for a walk?” Kurogiri unties the white apron and straightens his red bowtie. You perk up at the suggestion. “I would hate for you to get lost while finding your way back home.”  

“That sounds lovely.”

Delicious milkshakes and excellent customer service?

You definitely plan on coming back very soon.

Thank you for reading!

Spooky Season 2020 Masterlist

[daaziscoolbesties]

i yearn for one(1) thing only, and that is to have a nice, simplistic, cartoonish artstyle. an artstyle that doesnt rely on anatomy, but the "movement" of the drawing, if you get what i mean.

i dont want realistic proportions and traditional colors and basic poses and gradient shading, i want funky lil dudes in funky poses with funky styles littering my sketchbook :( but alas i havent figured out how to develop that kind of style yet, my brain wants anatomy to look nice but also i dont want to draw eyes. i dont want to take time out of my day to learn how to draw lips i want to draw a line that extends past the characters face. i dont want all my characters to have pointy chins with curved cheeks i want their heads to be round and friend-like or full of sharp edges depending on their personalities and styles. i want to give them all not-quite human ears, blob feet, simple faces, but at the same time i want enough detail to convey the story or emotion im trying to tell.

ive spent so much time recently agonizing over how to use 3d model websites, using real-life references and tracing over them for practice, color-picking from real images to try and do realism and failing miserably, but you know whats easier than that? funky little dudes. little dudes who do not care if their legs are too long or their hair is too bouncy. i dont want my characters to look human.

ive spent enough time on the artfight website to realize that most people who classify their characters as "human" have the most basic ass designs (no offense to people who like basic human designs its just not my thing) or its like dnd-medieval style outfits which i cant draw for the life of me (ive tried). again no offense to people who actively enjoy and draw characters like that. i just need my dudes to have that certain,,, off-ness to them. tails are cool. wings are swag (especially if they arent even like,, fully attached,, ), elf ears are so wonderful to me no matter how much theyre overused, horns are so much fun to draw, and colors!! i have no knowledge in the color theory department so this works great for me!! the only thing i really know is dont shade with black, other than that i just colorpick from references usually but i dont want to do that!! i want the colors to hurt people's eyes but in a satisfying way. like the character's design is so nice to look at that you dont mind your eyes hurting a bit. like how im enjoying writing this post even though its 2 am and the brightness on my computer wont go any lower.

and then another thing ive noticed from being on the artfight website is that a lot of people classify their characters that are anthro/have anthro features under humanoids/monsters. like i made a google form to find some people to attack and someone sent me in a character with some sort of animal (wolf? idk) arms and legs. like dude!! peak character design i love her. but me personally? i cant draw that shit, its so hard for me. i tried a while back and its just Not my thing. nothing against furries i just. cant. and i dont want to either.

and i got another submission that i accidentally deleted that was like full anthro/wolf-like like my comrade,,, i cannot draw animals what makes you think i can draw an animal who acts like a human lmao. i can do like. very basic tails, and also animal ears but i cant do the arms and legs and such i just dont know the anatomy, and i know i was talking about how i dont want to care about anatomy but i feel like for anthros you really do need to know at least basic animal anatomy so you know how the limbs look and shit and i dont have that knowledge and dont feel like gaining it.

and then there were some submissions that i absolutely adored. there was one that like, was vaguely human shaped but definitely was not a human. they had a dark-ish lavender colored skin and horns and tusks and like goat ears and a sorta fluffy tail with spikes on it and they had wings and such and they were such a pleasure to draw i love them. and they had a fairly simple outfit too, nothing too complicated. and then i also enjoy object head characters, theyre so neato to me. i got one of those and i really wish i had the motivation to work on it cause it looks so fun.

i want to make funky characters but id have nothing to do with them because the only book i ever tried writing (key word tried - never got past planning it out) had strictly human characters in it, and most of the books i read are humans/humans with powers in situations specific to them so id have no idea what lore to make with the dudes. assuming i have the motivation to make lore and backstory because honestly i just really enjoy character designing its super duper fun.

(side note a song about trucks doing the deed came on just now and its interrupted my flow, apologies).

i only have three actual characters right now. one is an original roleplay oc whos design is literally athletic shorts, an oversized long sleeved grey sweatshirt, long purple hair, and demon horns. the second one is my persona whos design some sorta medival knight outfit kinda thing? but not ugly it looks really cool (idk one of my friends designed it bc i won some contest from him but the drawing was on a super small scale so idrk the details,,,) with a plague doctor mask and crown, and shoulder length wavy brown hair, dyed bright pink at the end. and then my last one im not too comfortable using other places because theyre a character my friend is using in the story hes writing, and thats really the only place theyve been used. but theyre easily my favorite and im already writing a ton so ill talk about them too.

they're a sorta elf species thing from another planet, with pale green skin and pointed ears. they also have a tail, its like,, super thin, but with a feathery bit at the end. probably not the texture of a feather but i dont know how else to describe it. they have short, curly, almost-draco-malfoy-blonde hair that when it gets too long they can put in a man bun. their eyesight is kinda shitty so when they got to earth, they were exploring some supply closets around the airship. drop off area. thing. like airport but for rocketships and also fancier. yeah. they were exploring that area and found a nice big pair of round glasses with grey frames. and they also found a cowboy-style hat and a sharpie so they wrote their name on the underside of the brim of the hat and stole the hat and glasses (but left the sharpie in the supply closet).

yeah theyre my favorite, my absolute beloved, my child, so cool. i want more characters like them but with maybe a bit more snazzier designs. theyre super cool and all but they could have more pizzazz if they werent in a story where its too late to give them more pizzazz. i just want to be able to give my characters thigh-high boots with a bunch of buckles and fluffy hair with tons of accessories crammed in and abnormally large and long ears that can harbor many piercings and horns that can hold rings on them and special little details on their outfits like who knows what but i dont have any characters to do that too, so i have to make them from scratch, which is always hard especially when you have artblock.

and i also have like 17 characters i need to fully draw, line, and maybe color for artfight before august 1st. so i dont know. i have many things to do and plenty of time to do it but instead i spend my time halfway watching repetitive youtube videos that get boring or sleeping all damn day because i stay up too late doing things like this or i just do nothing at all and its tiring and frustrating but i also feel nothing about it like theres no consequence if i dont do it besides you know. not doing it, not gaining that experience, not making something i enjoy.

so i should do it but i dont for whatever reason, i think its called executive dysfunction but im not sure. this post started out very differently than it ended and i said somewhere up there that i was writing this at 2 am but now its almost 3. this is so many words why couldnt i have put this energy into something productive

[auroraaa555]

“Domain expansion. Infinite void”

My current #1 Anime is Jujutsu Kaisen and I absolutely LOVE the idea of domain expansion. Particularly Gojo "Daddy" Satoru's Infinite Void. As I was watching episode 7 I found myself wanting to know what it would be like to experience Infinite Void so I decided to write a short scrip of what might be going on in Jogo's (aka. Mt. Fuji) mind at that moment. I hope you enjoy.

Uhh spoilers I guess.

It's my first time posting on here so take it easy on me and it's a rough draft so don't be too harsh :3

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“Domain expansion. Infinite void”

Those were the last words I heard. Not even a second had passed since.

I tried to bring the Jujutsu sorcerer down, I was sure my attack had hit him and Sukuna’s vessel, but somehow not only had he stopped it but he had also laid his own domain in less than a blink of an eye. How!? What was the meaning of this!? How is his curse energy and mine on so different levels!? I HAVE TO KNOW

“Infinite void”. Those words resonate with me on a different level. I know what the six eye cursed technique was and how the limitless curse worked, this man had been blessed with both of them. I knew that since he was born yet I was naive enough to think I could take him down. I had told Geto that it would be nothing but easy work for me, after all, humans have no innate control over cursed energy as we do

“You can try, but you’ll die, Jogo” he had said. I know he is watching from some distance, Hanami is with him too, I have to make sure I stop Gojo right here, right now.

I glance up, frantically trying to make sense of what is happening, I can see how my domain is shrinking, it's getting overtaken by Gojo Satoru’s domain. He even has Sukunas vessel under his right arm, it's almost as if this is a charade for him.

Light around me flickers and turns into lines of multiple colors, I'm frozen in place, not just because of his technique but also because of the atmosphere around us, it's so dense, so powerful and so insanely destructive. light turns into darkness, the lines get longer and longer until it turns into a massive white screen of... nothing… I have been quietly watching innumerable horizons over what felt like years, it had been years right? could it be perhaps that it had only been a minute? or a second? This absolute whiteness has no direction, no up or down, no sun, no moon or clouds, no air or even a breeze, no way of telling the passing of time, just hollowness.

After a while I realized that I'm just standing on the edge of infinity. I could feel the cursed energy all around me. The whiteness is never ending, there are no colors beside this... Had the sorcerer blinded me? I tried to raise my hand, afraid of realizing that indeed I had lost my sight. To my horror I couldn't move. I knew as much since the beginning, not only that but also my legs didn't respond, I couldn't feel my heartbeat either, or even blink, my body just not … was i dead? just what the hell had happened? What kind of cursed technique had he used on me? Was his domain really that refined?

My mind is not understanding anything that's around me, there is no input of information, it's only my thoughts, and they are running wild, the prospect of being trapped in this place made me want to tear my flesh, eat my own fingers, gauge my eye, ANYTHING if it means breaking free, though, that doesn't really mean anything if i cant move.

After a while I start noticing something, there is movement! there's sound! I'm not blind! i… i … a whisper, a glimpse of color, basically undetectable but its there, somewhere. Then it hits me, i get absolutely overwhelmed by the amount of information that is just thrusted into my brain, there is just too much of everything, it doesn't stop it keeps pushing through it's like

trying to fit the whole ocean into a cup but when it resists the information just keep pushing down, there is no breaking the cup, it just keeps widening, i want to scream for it to stop, but i can't, nothing happens, just the onslaught of information.

Numbers and words simply cant convey just how much of everything there is, oh how many lives I had seen, just how many sunrises and eclipses were happening at the same time everywhere. i'm sure they were all real, even though I am still frozen in the same spot as i was, this infinite void as the sorcerer had called it is not so voidless anymore, there is so much happening, and even though to my there is no forward or backwards everything keeps moving at the speed of light

Every second is agony, the cup that is my mind has tried to explode millions of time but it keeps getting bigger and bigger, not one process is ever completed it just starts, it gives me time to understand what is happening and then it stops, just to start again, again and again. My mind is shattering. No, it has shatter many times already. No experience had prepared me for this sensation, every animal breathing, jumping, flying eating and being devoured, every human smiling, all of their suffering or success are inside my mind. I can feel millions of bites, billions of smiles, tears, eyes opening, closing, mouths saying an uncountable amount of words in all the languages that exist

“This is the inner world of limitless”

I hear the sorcerer say, even though the information was still coming, his voice was on top of everything. He put a cold hand on top of my head and smiled, i cant see him but i can somehow tell what he is doing, he is not blindfolded anymore and he is moving within this domain he seems free.

“Perception, communication, every action involved in living is forcibly carried out an infinite number of times.

He pauses for a second, that smirk of his gets bigger, i know he is looking down on me, his tone of voice is soft, like someone who is talking to a dying pet just before they pull the trigger. I don't know how, but I'm going to bring down Gojo Satoru even if it kills me!

“It's ironic isn't it? when granted everything you can't do anything but just die peacefully… but i have questions i want to ask you, so i'm letting you off the hook with this…”

The sorcerer starts grabbing my head with such force that it slowly crushes my head, unable to move, i'm trying to scream, the pressure behind my eyes is too much im totally helpless as this monster just pulls up, it feels as if the world is just spinning on this one point, it's just us, the sorcerer pulling my head, my body resisting and everything just... everything just…

A cracking noise where my spine is separating makes me get back to the ugly reality, I feel like thunder surges through my body as the sorcerer finally is able to sever my head with his hand, my body doesn't resist the pull, it just gives up and he tores not only my head but my whole column, my blood spills in every direction, but it doesn't reach him, that infinity of him stops it once again. i have been trying to understand how this works, how can he touch me

but i cant my mind is going blank … the last horrific second i can see that that the infinite void is shattering into a million pieces of glass under his feet, Sukuna’s vessel is still under Gojo’s arm, unaware of the unspeakable terror i had just been through. i start to wonder what exactly would take for someone like me to defeat this monster, Prison realm is probably not enough anymore, i … gotta… find a way…

Light starts fading …

I can spot Hanami in the distance, she has a flower in its hand. I wonder why... please just… Silence...

[revelaare]

Shit said in the Crimson Discord & VC, taken out of context part 2, (the sequel)

Big NSFW warning, probably

his meat slid off and then slid right back on

[PRONOUN] can punch me in my uterus and make a hammock out of my ovaries

it’s one of the worst fucking things i’ve ever heard, and i’ve heard someone literally shit their pants

they tagged me and my ass clenched

this man just said “I want to eat ur ass and then kiss you” ok buddy

a man with a plan

my grandpa is texting his hoes from his flip phone

god my lawyer was a hit but idk if she will be the chosen one or not

hello give me your toenails

i'll touch you in a non-weird way

he was in that movie with the people, he was the human.

i want her to brush my hair

If we have dick glasses they have to be of the highest quality for the best experience

i don't wanna watch that white nonsense

i would throat him like a fine wine

these millenials can't live without ac? back in my day we lived on the sun

yall better put those goats on a wheel, tell them to start running

he looks like a bitch

yes or no, u wud punch the light bulb out of thomas edisons wrinkly pruned hand and asked him if he believed in god

still has skin and a working body

i needed to wait until my voice changes

you thought i was snacking on joe biden’s savory meat stick

barack guckin oglizzy, oguckma, barack osugma, Joe choden, OglchnnngggHHHYynnUUUnnghhma

why did i have a dream that i was taking the lid off my car

false gods require wine, real gods require coochiefice

fettucine wet ass pussy

that was all you sent me. the picture of a raccoon and then nothing

it isn’t hate, it is ‘continuously let down by’.

i never went to school who science

i’m gunna go peer pressure my mum into a shot

thank you for furthering my career at hot topic

i will suck the ingrown hair off of him

it has huge jackman in it

i chomped on this eggshell, got my calcium in for the day

i will take you to touch the mango

i want to see all the big things

[PRONOUN] has collar bones so deep you could hook a clothing hanger into it

no asscheeks in fucking family chat you animals

he will eat you alive and suck out your intestines like its a spaghetti noodle

[NAMES]’s Tiggle Biddie’s

dropped acid, cried the whole night.

my stomach is hooping and hollering, i’m about to eat some sleep

you want my throatsac ??

please dont know me as the toenail eater

you have to keep the skin on one side while you eat the other, thats basic mango physics

i mean he is some good sasuage

calm down dick Hannibal

respectfully, what the fuck is this

tbf i only eat my steaks where they need tampons

you committed acts of culinary terrorism

does your refrigerator whimper and cower in the corner when you approach it. that's your fridge trying to use echo location to locate a safe space

thundercuck

i almost met Jesus, I almost got an autograph. Almost got a greatest hits signed album.

respectfully, are you smoking fucking crack?

my left testicle could play better than you

i’ll eat him with ketchup

son of a biscuit eating bulldog!

now it’s back to me sucking, all is right in the world.

holy fuck weasels.

holy fuck, weasels!

why does the bad guy look like the Statue of Liberty?

this is a man that sometimes willingly dresses like a lumberjack

and me, being an emotional cripple, must make jokes about this.

hey my name is [NAME] i'm **definitely** who i say i am

[NAME OR PRONOUN] offered a back massage by calling it the “tickle thing”

i love a man who puts his parents in a nursing home.

my brain is going to take a hot shower

wait have u seen steve harvey's coochie

if it were me i would simply not be pregnant

look im not about to be out here saying i love [NAME OR PRONOUN] feet, but i am about to be out here saying that their feet are some of the nicest feet i've seen in a long time

i named my cloyster renesmee

[NAME] was texting me from the bathtub

you’re pregnant? That’s unfortunate.

do I say dumb shit? Perhaps. Do I take ownership? Perhaps.

i pay for things in blissful ignorance

i am an emotional vagrant

i am an emotional fragrance

to make a long motherfucking story short...

this enchilada tastes like asshole and sadness

you are not an ugly bitch, you’re just a bitch

that’s not a nut shot, buddy.

i’m sad because i sucked the meat off of this pumpkin spice latte

i want to make a blanket out of his eyebrows

what are you disgracing my Christian eyes for?

he be looking at that dick like why does it go so much to the left?

I want her to record an audio book for me so I can fall asleep listening to her voice.

Can I lick you like an ice cream cone? Asking for science.

like you're out to lunch with your bromie and you're eating some rubens or something and you wistfully look over the rim of your sunglasses and just: You ever buss 2 fast

my accent is flaccid

timotay chalamaymay’s sweet ass

on the bright side mcallister’s gave me 3 pickle spears. Almost enough to make a whole pickle.

you think they came from the same mommy pickle?

HIS DOODLE IS OUT

i thot that meant [NAME] wanted to...doodle his noodle

i don’t use commas, i don't respect u enough, fuck ur reading comprehension.

does australia have seasons

i want someone to embalm my body with mcdonalds sprite

his hermione grangina

purrrr my last email

its lore locked beneath 30 layers. u can only understand it if uve had a near death experience

LET'S GET FUCKY

i wanna have the heart of a stoner

his man titties look like little tattooed pillows

SWIGGITY SWOOTY COMIN FOR THAT BOOTY

there were no cheeks to shake. nothing to clap. no noise to be had from her literal slices of wonderbread

u ever just fuck around and ur tits fart

put a lil mint leaf on it for authenticity

alright brother god bless may u be fertile

i feel like im being advocated for something i shouldnt be advocating for

and i am adam with my fat pendulous balls lol

i’m making whuppie with whoopie godberg

theodore tits fart rex

yeah man do u also have the third toe on ur shoulder

the green spaghetti monster is coming for me and i can't blame him

today i learned starfish do not poop

that was nothing compared to some other things I saw

listen I'd willingly watch [NAME/PRONOUN] in a cell for 24 hours. Imagine that sounded less creepy

i'd lick a dirty flip flop off her abs

i’m tempted to show you all the gravity defining boobs, maybe tomorrow

my brain is on vacation

good morning! i ate breakfast and im ready to go to bed

tape the titty in

ive unironically had nightmares with [NAME] in them

the peanut in the auditory canal

so far this feel all comfortable, does this all make sense?

i know it's kind of a schlep to get through

nail polish or no nail polish for the shower?

and then he saw those big tt honkerz... and it all went down hill from there

can y’all stop chanting curses in the chat my furniture is stuck on the ceiling

EH?! CIAO? HELLO??

in Russia this is not ok 

i can’t buy pants here on Sunday either

IT'S LIKE TWELVE THOUSAND DOLLARS TO EAT ON A SOGGY PANCAKE

imagine me going up to [NAME/PRONOUN] and being like i love the way ur flesh smells

in a supermarket. The sickly blue light where humans congregate. Animal human masses. Nameless faces. Whole lives boiled into generalized categories like "asshole who definitely does need 4 boxes of cheerios". Yout hink and realize while stabding in line u didnt grab the bag of frozen peas...but its 2 late

its truly the only picture that gives me pure joy

are weasels real

my work mum just messaged me the phrase "use your booty call wisely" with no context

"let's bring u to the mustache chair"

If you’re not doing coke under the coke sign what is the point?

[sliverfoxyglitterdream]

"Its right there"

You havent even toched your oatmeal my love. Everything okay?

i looked up at my mom and i was exshuasted for what ever reason i couldnt think of. I thought i went to sleep around 8 the night before, so why were the bags under my eyes taunting me? I respond. Yes mother im okay. Just slept wrong i guess.

Okay well hurry up and finish or your gonna be late.

dont forget to brush your teeth and wash your face. i have some cream in the my cabinet for those eyes.

I know my mom just cares too much but sometimes i dont know if she knows she hurts my feelings. anyways. Im Krystal. with a k. Im 17 and some weird shit has been happing to me. And i dont mean like body changes and hormones. I mean like luicd shit. Im mean i my body has def been changing but its werid. i use to be ugly and kind of a geek. But since i became friends with the new girl i got hot. i mean like 40 pounds lighter with glowing skin. Theres something off about her though. She wont let me go to her familys house for some reason and i only see her in school. Here where things get fucked right. I kinda got some lev so i decided that since me and her arent that close that it wouldnt hurt her to bad if i stopped being friends with her. we got into this ugly fight and thats when i started to see it. This shadow that followed me and sat in the corner of my room while i slept. at first it was harmless. Then it started to talk to me. Telling me to do awful things. at first it would only come at night and i was able to drown it out by chuging down some zzzquil. Then it would show up during the day light. The more i ignored this thing. The more identified it became. It was odd. Scary. I could close my eyes for 5 secs and it be gone but come right back when im least expecting it. Like a hybrid of a wolf and rabit. Stood like a warewolf. Its back was hunched over pretty far witch made it even more creepier when i realized i could seen its spin stick out thourgh its skin. What was it and what exactly did it want.

In first peroid i didnt see it. Maybe it was preocciped with another 17 year old girl. Second space , nothing. I became to think i could actually brethe but as i opened my locker door in the mirror it stood by the waterfoundtain behind me. Tuanteing me like this was its favorite game and i was losing terribly. Im beging to think i have pscho or something. Like maybe im losing my mind. i looked through the mirror again and there she was. Kathy. Standing with it. Nearly holding its Goddamned hand. This was all her. This bitch is the devil. Or one of his childern. Maybe if i apologize to her she knock this shit off. But i have to be sincer or she wont bleive me. I closed my locker door and turned around to head to her but they were both gone.

I didnt see either of them for the rest of the day. Maybe she had her fun and decided that it was enough. As im walking past the creepy woods the i have to pass to get to my house , the feeling in my stomach reminded me that i was terribly wrong. I looked up to see This bitch ass naked and standing beside the monster she created. then she takes off. Oh no were gonna finish this. I finally catch up to her and knock her down. It rained earlier so we both ended up in a puddle. She looked at me and starts to cry begging me to stop and call off my monster. I look at her confused. What the fuck are you talking about your the one who casted their monster to terrioze me. I got up gave her a hand and the hoodie off my hips. We sat both in a daze. She turned to me and softly whipsered. You really dont see it? WHy are you whipsering and no. She whipserd again , Its right there. RIght behind you. Then i realzied it. This was my demon. That has always followed me. And was telling her to mulitplate me into thinking it was her all this time. My mother created this one. Not kathy. The monster then Ripped kathy to pieces and helped me carry the pieces to the graveyard i remeber i created now. when i was 11. I was my own monster. I hope mom is proud.

[hoodie-bboi]

in honor of school starting, here are some things i either heard or said last year as a high school freshman. enjoy.

(List compiled by @teawarlord and i)

Freshman Year (2018-2019)

I’m just gonna stick my hands down my shirt.

Kai you’ve got a big dick. (Kai does not have a dick.)

I’m crying from the dick.

Stop fingering everything

Don’t judge the lizard man!

YOURE A PEEN BOY!

Can I borrow your uterus?

Don’t fist the applesauce

No I’m not gonna fist it I’m just gonna punch it

I didn’t choose the gay life the gay life chose me

Is your crotch ok?

My brain is soup

If they have a c*ck like a toddlers forearm…

I’m pregnant with water

I’m not having kids and you can’t make me!

There’s cum on my apple

i’m tearing off the cum

Oh shit the apple cummed on me

Who wants to talk about animal sex?

Daddyyyyy UWU

*to the tune of duck tails* TOE HANDS UWU

eggs. eggs everywhere.

If I see her walk through the door I’m jumping down. (30 ft drop)

When I see (my gf) I’m slapping her ass because I’m mad at her.

Fuck you time, you’re just a concept.

I love communism~

Panda bears are resoundingly NOT in to sex! -Science teacher

If they were any more inbred, they’d be a sandwich.

I don’t want to be shanked by your pop tart!

What if everyone had dicks for fingers?

*walking in to a room* I’m not gay, but 20 bucks is 20 bucks.

Don’t ask questions you don’t know the answer to.

Do we do it in Español or Spanish?

“I wanna go to Maryland” “Why?” “Because fuck Maryland” “But why?” “It’s the land of merry” (or Mary, jesus’ mom, idk)

I don’t wanna eat my limp dick pop-tart :(

Don’t screw ghosts, that’s a sin ;)

Our phrase of the day is Multigenerational Butt Licking

“I didn’t eat today” “That’s bad…” “I know-“ “C O N S U M E”

“I don’t worship Satan because I am Satan” *whips poorly*

I finally found out what my cat has been staring at all these years…

No matter how sexy your music is, you can never lick it.

And not the egg??

You don’t stand when you suck dick, dumbass

I love squating when sucking dick. Just *squats* euaaah

Why are you fucking the sherbet with your spoon?

i stuck my finger in there and he starts doing that

I’d rather you stick your human-sized foot up my veen than my ass.

Soft vore your sandwich.

Can forks… mate?

*bursts into room* WHERES THE MEATLOAF??? *takes two pieces of wooden pretend-meatloaf and runs out*

Grunhilda’s in my pants :(

Where is my penis!?

*into headset* I’m gonna kill Gerald. He’s eating our beans. *Gerald runs out laughing like a little girl*

First he eats my beans, then he throws my table.

Oof. I got a big whiff of beans.

Take off those clout goggle bro, you got no clout.

Bruh :(

What do we call an animal that is active mostly act night?

Insecure (the correct answer is nocturnal)

A ball of fire flew out of her vagina

I got the beats, ya bitch

That damn bastard, peein on my carpet

Do you ever forget to breathe because you’re so tired? (Immediately) Yes.

(About Burt’s Bees) Who the fuck is Burt?

“12-8 is 4” (In a condescending tone) “12-8 is 5.”

Some people think ivory powder is viagra

Do you have any on you? I’m asking for a friend…

What’s a hussy?

Teacher: It’s a… very flirtatious female.

oH, so a hoe!

Teacher: I MEAN YOU’RE NOT WRONG

i don’t dislike students. but i dislike this student very much.…

“Are you depressed?” “Hella”

*carrying a shovel* Do you know of any graveyards nearby?

Bro what’s wrong with AIDS?

What if I slap my vagina?

I’m not gonna slap your vagina.

I am so close to becoming bisexual right now

I GOT CHEESE JUICE ON MY FINGERS

“I DONT LIKE THAT SOUND” “Let me suck the cheese juice off of it”

Did you steal my eyes?

PLEASE DONT STEAL MY KNEECAPS

Do humans eat sharks?

caMELS? Do camels eat sharks?

I’M GONNA DEEPTHROAT THIS KNIFE

nO

Have you guys ever felt how soft Kaia is?!

Bro I gotta find out if he’s gay or bi, because if he’s bi then I have a chance.

(from above the stairs) aw man don’t be slappin me like that

(from below the stairs) I’LL SLAP WHATEVER I WANT TO

(above) yo who the fuck said that

I don’t like turkey

i’ll eat it

It’s not turkey, it’s salami

!!???

you schlorped my cheese

twincest is NOT wincest apparently

STOP DRINKING YOUR RANCH WHAT THE FUCK

JACK FROST NIPPING AT YOUR NOSE? MORE LIKE HE’S SLITTING MY THROAT IN THIS COLD

(about kidney stones) Are those generic by the way? (instead of genetic)

Why are you eating your book?

LEAVE ME ALONE

So not to get political or anything but what the hell is oatmeal?

I love when I call daddy!

“I don’t want glass up my cooter!” “No, coffee.” “THATS EVEN WORSE”

I want to slap someone with my ovaries

Did you eat your last brain cell?

Don’t hurt my neck hole

I don’t care about your egg

Peanut fucker

The Ugly Fuckling

While you’re in this group, don’t get on the roof.

There’s a roof?

During this time, we stay under the building (referring to under the roof).

I will throw my skull at you

Don’t put your eggs in my stomach

the egg juiced

I don’t care what you do, just be quiet… don’t raise hell…

Don’t put your egg in my stomach

IT JUICED (about the egg)

YOU ATE YOUR APPLE SO PRETTY

I’m ten? (through laughter) I’m not legally allowed in my house

We are Dong

All is Dong, Dong is all

dong with a capital D

This monster Dong is a Dong and a half

They’re an abomination of the foot, Debra

I’ve fallen and I can’t giddy up

Why are you eating in the dark on my bed?

I’m sure anyone can fuck a belly button if they have a fetish and a small enough dick

stop molesting her ear

so her tummy was open?

yeah, it was

so now she doesn’t have any bones?

w h a t ?

you need to learn to keep your blood

blood is for drinking, not living

i am bsexudkal

i have no king, im an anarchist

The Council Knows, Kaia. You Will Be Tried For Your Sins.

wake up

I made someone scream with my stick

HOLA I JUST CAME BACK FROM HAWAII

We’re gonna be talking about diseases

Fantastic! i LOVE talking about myself!

i thought i could turn the tables…. but the tables turned me!

on?

i’m turned on by tables

bullets are just gun jizz

GUINNEA BUISSEAU IS JUST GUN JIZZ

i have the bladder of a god

i’m sick, as compensation buy me new shoelaces

if you have a canker sore does that mean you have herpes?

duncan blew a thing

can you get better tea?

(offended) better tEETH?

i get my gender validation from a pokemon game

i bet you my room smells like egg… ass

finals week (and the week before)

please don’t talk about furries -my science teacher

the smiley face is frowning upon us

if you want to tp a tree, you tp it so well the best way to clean it up is to cut it down -also my science teacher

i think i have kidney stones up my nose

when someone tells you to hold your horses they’re telling you to be stable (in the middle of the final)

airport quotes (2018)

it’s like a velociraptor with a gun that shoots… sadness

my vibrator fell out of my bag

here's to a new year of learning and/or doing jack shit. sophomore edition coming next year. :)

[keith-is-not-an-emo]

which fics are you reading atm if you don’t mind sharing? ty!

Oh boy anon, oh boy.

You don’t know what you’ve done.

There will be E rated fics but they won’t solely be smut fics or too extreme.

edit: it seems like you can’t access the post from your dashboard so you have to be on my blog to see it *sighs* good job tumblr, like always.

star-crossed by realfakedoors (or anything they write, you’ll be seeing a lot of that here)

They said, once upon a time, in a faraway land, there was a peaceful and prosperous kingdom, rich in romance and tradition. They said the Prince would host a ball, and choose his spouse, and they would live happily ever after.Well, they lied.

–

Keith is a Prince, and Lance lives with his shitty extended family. Neither of them are very happy, and when they meet, they’re surprised to have so much in common. Strangers, to friends, and then, well…

Meanwhile, Hunk is a sweetheart, Pidge is an iconic asexual, Shiro is a supportive Knight Dad™, Allura isn’t here for anyone’s crap, and there’s some political shit going on that forces them all together.

okay so how do i say it? it might be fave kl fic atm. this is my dirty laundry, my on thin ice. i love eveeery thing about it. i literally drop anything im doing if i see it updated. Also the last chapter? got me Shook.

also i KNOW about that big E rating there but the smut is in only one chap and i think the author marked it so it’s totally complementary and doesn’t add anything to the story so don’t worry.

breakfast on the moon by DairyFarmer (also very very recommended author!!)

Future Prom King, student body president, and all around hottie Lance McClain is abducted from his home in Arizona in 1997.

He is found decades later in the clearance section of an Earth paraphernalia store by the Paladins of Voltron.

another one of my big faves atm. everyone is very attentive of lance which is *clenches fist and wipes tear* very good. also it screams future langst and i cant wait :) (im kind of a langst hoe sorry not sorry)

let’s play pretend and hope it comes true by fevered_dreams

The Kingdom of Altea was quickly heading towards ruin. At least, it had been until the Royal Family’s eldest daughter had been born as an alpha. The people had rejoiced at her birth, and there was hope yet for a new ruler and a future secured. Even the fact that the second Royal Child had been born a beta couldn’t dampen their spirits.

Except Lance was not an beta. He was just an omega, trying his best to keep the charade going with a set of spells, pills, and all the tinctures he could brew because being an omega was dangerous. Being an omega made him something to be had, a rusted tool of barter worth less than scraps in return, and Altea couldn’t afford to let him go.

But, if Lance’s luck would have it, Prince Keith of the Blade wouldn’t mind being lied to too much.

okay okay in my defence, this one STILL doesn’t have smut. only kinda steamy make-out sessions. also don’t let the a/b/o scare you, there is talk about the dynamics but not so much in the sexual way, u’kno?

anything by BleuSarcelle, but if i have to chose one, let’s go with Of Pink Freckles and Green Moles

Lance now can see the boy’s face and he can only stare at the pretty color in the boy’s eyes before he’s suddenly being squished by two hands.

“Papa!” the boy shouts happily back at the adult that makes his way other them hurriedly. The boy hardly notices, still too fixed on squeezing Lance’s cheeks for a second longer before he giggles. “Papa, ugly!”

“Keith, no! Oh my god -”

“Ugly,” the boy repeats obliviously, patting Lance’s cheeks with a proud gleam in his eyes. “Ooh-gly!”

Lance doesn’t know what that word means but for some reason, it makes him cry harder.

[Or the one where Keith and Lance meet when they are two and three years old respectively and spend their entire childhood going through charity contests. Lance says they are rivals, Keith only hears ‘best friends’.]

super cute G kidfic.

Ground Control to Major Tom by yourfavoritetsundre

A year after Keith and Lance have a big falling out, Lance is…well, he’s not missing. He’s fine. He’s just not telling anyone where he is. Keith decides maybe the best way to apologize for being an absolute monster is to track him down.

Following Lance’s path of self-discovery, Keith starts to remember all the things about Lance he had buried years before. Because of the war, because of the Blade, because of Allura. And he starts to realize that maybe he’s to blame for more than he thought.

Meanwhile, Curtis just wants to plan his quiznacking wedding.

post-s8 fic

Written in Sand by MuseofWriting

Lance wakes up in a hospital on Earth to discover he has been missing for four months, with no memory of Voltron or the Galra. Drawn inexplicably to the desert where they found him, he discovers a hut full of research and notes that may provide the key to his missing memories. With secrets and conspiracies surrounding him, and the Garrison potentially hiding far more than he could ever have imagined, Lance grows to trust the notes in the desert - but he may not believe the person who claims he wrote them.

this one has been around for a while (a year to be precise) and i thinks its pretty aknowledged in the fandom but *shrugs* 

until we get there by starlightment

Sometimes his mind is cruel. He’ll wake in the dead of night, drowning in his sweat, choking on his tears. He’ll clutch at old bedsheets until his knuckles fade to white. He’ll shiver in the darkness, and the light blue marks beneath his eyes will start to burn, and his lungs will heave, aching for a breath that just isn’t there.

And sometimes Keith comes to visit.

Those are the best days, Lance thinks.

Those are the days when it’s easiest to breathe.

—

Or: Lance loses himself a little bit, but Keith is there to help him find it again.

post-s8 fic. i think i dont even need to present they author since they’re better know for writing something blue (i heard wonders abt it but havent found the chance to read it yet). also i cant fucking wait for their new fic like im vibrating here on my seat bc i LOVEEEE the trope of jock keith / nerd/prep lance dont judge me

sunflower by xintong (uuh i think i dont have to introduce this author either lmao)

On the morning of their first summer back on Earth, Lance receives a gift of sunflowers. A confession, a rejection, and the passage of time, all leading to the one person who’s always been there for him.

another post-s8 fic because honestly i needed healing at that time okay. super soft and cute and uuughhhh i cant deal

Pretty Ob(li)vious by msmooseberry

Lance loves make-up and being pretty while wearing it. Unfortunately, even in the world where Earth becomes one of the main centres of intergalactic communication and home to many races, his hobbies are still largely frowned upon. He never wanted other cadets at the Galaxy Garrison to find out, especially not his half-Galra crush, but that is exactly what happens. Lance prepares for the hate or ridicule at best, but the reaction he gets is something else entirely. Who knew Galra viewed lilac sparkly lips as a betrothal symbol?

keith finding lance the most beautiful being ever? uuh yeah? gimme that shit

Chestnut And Onyx by MilkTeaMiku (great author too!)

If his eyes weren’t deceiving him, Keith looked a little flushed. He crossed his arms over his chest, wings all puffed up and ruffled like he was preening. “I didn’t know you were that flexible,” he said. And then he looked angry, and his wings puffed up even more, and he stormed away. -Lance thinks his wings aren’t all that pretty, but Keith has other ideas. If only Lance knew.

langst wing-fic. what could i ask more for?

you’re lucky that’s what i like by zenstrike

Lance rescues a hamster from certain doom.

or, Lance has Keith wrapped around his little finger and doesn’t even realize it.

just. take the whole fucking thing. just take it

aaand these are the ones that appear on my feed that have been updated recently since most of them aren’t finished (sowwy). the bad thing about reading a lot of fics and having bad memory is that i already forgot half of my fave fics, probably, lmao.

[panamastayed]

ft. @hebled / @lostvvife

SHE’S ROTTEN

SHE DESERVED every ounce of punishment he has to give. STORMING into the room feet practically creating tremors from how enraged he is, she’s going to PAY.

she’s going to pay She’s going to pay SHE’S GOING TO PAY

He’s blind, VISION begins to blur a little door SWINGING open and slamming so hard it leaves a dent in the wall on the other side, EVERYONE in the room jumping as Sarah casts her gaze at him. SHE’S going to wish she hadn’t pushed his buttons. SHE’S GOING to wish he was willing to give mercy. WHAT HE HAS IN STORE FOR HER WOULD MAKE A GROAN MAN CRY.

‘Well look who it is, the STREET RAT. I was wondering when you’d drag yourself in here.’

He doesn’t say anything, he continues moving forward, BECK strapped down to a table behind her. She’s made a grave error. She could try and hurt him all she wants but she’s crossed a line, and now she needs to be punished. He storms forward, ECHOING sounds of a snarling animal as she continues to taunt him.

‘Oh darling! You won’t lay a hand on me with BECKSY here! What would he think of his precious boy toy hurting his WIFE?’

SHE’S BUILDING UP. He’s getting flashbacks of SIMONE. Choking the life from her. SEEING her cockiness devolve into sheer terror. BEGGING him to stop. PLEADING for mercy and her pleas falling upon deaf ears. SARAH WILL HAVE IT WORSE. He’s going to make her SCREAM for her life. But as he closes in on her she stands her ground. Cocking her head to the side.

‘You won’t do a thing! I can–––’

He comes to a halt before her, and before she can get a word out edgewise a FIRM CALLUSED hand come flying around, slapping her SQUARE across the face nearly knocking her backward.

“Whores don’t get to speak.”

SHE STAGGERS to the ground, SMALL body propping herself back up as she wears a wicked grin.

‘You see that Becksy? He’s an URCHIN. An ANIMAL just like I–––’

She’s talking again. IT MAKES HIM ANGRIER, so this time he makes his POINT more clear, GRABBING her by the collar of her shirt and SMACKING her across the face again HARD enough to leave a mark.

“Did I fuckin’ stutter bitch?”

THIS TIME she doesn’t have enough time to speak before a KICK is slammed into her stomach, audibly knocking the wind out her as he stands above her menacingly, WAITING for her to come to so he can DRAG this out. She’s ran her mouth, crouching down before her GRIPPING her by the chin with a ROUGH aggressive grip before snarling.

BUT SHE spits, BLOOD on his face now as she turns back, TRYING again to plead at BECK who seems to be begging for mercy from this torment he’s enduring. 

‘Becksy! PLEASE!’

She’s crying now, BUT THIS TIME Karter’s patience has worn out what LITTLE he has left and the AGGRESSION heightens, his hands carrying her to her feet forcibly, SLAPPING her rough again before taking her by the head and SLAMMING her down upon the table where all her ‘tools’ reside, HUFFING AND PUFFING as she falls to the ground, WHIMPERING like a wounded animal.

“Whores. DON’T. Get. To. Speak. Last fuckin’ warning. An’ y’can’t pop yer fuckin’ PUSSY t’get outa this one skank.”

She reacts differently, HER EYES flooded with fear as she tries crawling away from him, HER eyes now SLIGHTLY teary from the abuse, BUT she doesn’t get to cry FALSE tears. NOT WHEN BECK HAS CRIED REAL ONES OVER HER. HE GRABS her by the leg CRIES, WHIMPERS of terror fill the room

‘No, no, no please––!’

But her pleas ( LIKE SIMONE’S ) fall upon deaf ears, HIS knife pulled from its HOLSTER as is SOARS down PUNCTURING AND WEDGING all the way through Sarah’s leg, a SCREAM of pain escaping her and she claws & kicks trying to ESCAPE him, her eyes turning to BECK as she pleads for help again.

‘Becksy! Becksy please! Please baby I love you! I was selfish but I just wanted you ba–––’

A FIRM backhand swings across her face, KNOCKING the daylights out of her, THE ROOM spinning a little as DARKNESS seems to shroud around Karter, VISION blurry, FOGGED by his clouding UNBRIDLED animalistic blood lust. Watching with TWISTED delight as she cowers away from his touch. KARMIC JUSTICE.

“You don’ FUCKIN’ speak t’him skank. You don’ fuckin’ THINK ‘bout him, YOU don’ even fuckin’ LOOK at him. YOU LOST THAT RIGHT BITCH. He gave you his FUCKIN’ heart. HE PROMISED HIS FUCKIN’ LIFE t’you. HE MARRIED you. An’ what’d you do? USE HIM. Use him ‘til he WOULDN’T give ya whatcha wanted an’ then y’threw HIM ASIDE. LEFT ‘IM like he was a fuckin’ TOY y’got tired of. SO YOU DON’T EVEN THINK ‘bout lookin’ at him again. NEXT TIME Y’DO I’LL CUT YER FUCKIN’ EYE OUT. You HEAR me you worthless BITCH? EYES. Y’only got TWO an’ ONE OF’EM’LL be mine ‘f ya try a stunt like that again.”

TEARS stream down her cheeks, DESPERATION and TERROR in her face mixed with the warped pain that comes from the KNIFE still wedge in her LEG. He SLIDES the blade out, TWISTING IT for good measure to make sure she REALLY feels it. MORE terrified screams escaping her as he places a HAND over her mouth.

“Shut the fuck UP.”

MORE SCREAMS now muffled through his fingers as he FINALLY frees the knife, TUGGING her back to her feet and WIPING the bloodied BLADE across her lips.

“TAKE yer tainted fuckin’ BLOOD back.”

Beck remains motionless, LIKE A DEER in headlights. but Karter’s TOO FAR GONE. HE KNOWS that Beck is fully aware of what’s going on. 

KARTER’S GONE TASMANIAN.

SARAH continues to sob, PLEAS for mercy to make the pain stop falling from her lips as Karter SHOVES her into a nearby TABLE situated by where Beck is laying HUFFING AND PUFFING like a BULL as he holds her in PLACE throwing the KNIFE to the side as Sarah pushes HIS BUTTONS AGAIN, TRYING to dig her meat hooks into Beck once more.

‘Baby please! It hurts! Please baby it hurts so much! I’m sorry! Please baby! BABY please make him stop! It hurts!!’

SILENCE from BECK, he’s turning away because he can’t bear to watch, and this time KARTER’S PATIENCE is gone. DEVOLVED into animalistic GRUNTS as HE ROUGHLY shoves her into the table a WHINE of agony escaping her as CALLUSED hands SECURE around her neck.

“Y’JUS’ don’ get it DO YA? YER MARKED. That means yer fuckin’ MINE bitch. I OWN YOU. NO ONE’S comin’ t’save ya. NO ONE.”

She struggles, CHOKING & GASPING trying to suck in air, STRANGLED pleas for mercy escaping her as her FINGERNAILS dig weakly into Karter’s HANDS & ARMS, ripping into his SKIN, begging helplessly. HE’LL DO IT. He’s ready. READY TO FREE THE WORLD of the cancer that is SARAH BECKETT. But in a moment amidst Sarah’s CHOKED begging he spies Beck. THE WORLD STOPS. Time halted in its tracks as the LONG GAZE into Beck’s eyes FREEZES him, HANDS still locked around Sarah’s neck. A WEAK but FORCED smile on his face.

He doesn’t want this.

Karter can see it on his face. HE’S TRYING. He’s trying so desperately to treat this like every other time. EVERY OTHER TIME the devil reared its ugly head. The worst of Karter brought to life. But this was different. THIS WASN’T EVERY OTHER TIME.

This his WIFE.

Whether or not he still does, BECK LOVED HER AT SOME POINT. And that meant that this was different. THIS WASN’T ABOUT REVENGE. This wasn’t about penance. This wasn’t about quenching A BLOOD THIRST.

THIS WASN’T ABOUT HIM.

This was about Beck. And KEEPING HIM SAFE. Reminding him that HE WAS WORTH the world and then some. And in a MOMENT NOTICE, Karter’s vision CLEARS, hand RELEASING Sarah’s NECK as she scrambles away in fright, FINDING a nearby CONCRETE support beam within the confines of the room and PINNING herself to it. HER BODY SMALL as she curls up and TEARS stream down her face, STRAINED voice still HOARSE from being nearly strangled as Karter holds his gaze with Beck for a moment. MOUTHING quiet words.

‘I’m sorry’

SORRY he’d forced Beck to see that. SORRY he’d forced Beck to EVER have to watch Karter become a monster. SORRY he forced Beck to watch his EX-WIFE nearly PERISH by Karter’s hand. HE DOESN’T touch him. KEEPS HIS DISTANCE FOR BECK’S SAKE. Instead he dips his head. MOUTHING a single greek word. 

LOVE is still a hard word for Beck to say OR HEAR. But maybe saying it another LANGUAGE would soften it just a little.

‘σ ' αγαπώ’

HE TURNS TO SARAH, still slightly gasping for AIR, leering but wearing a BLOODY SMILE.

‘I knew you couldn’t do it.’

She’s trying to play strong, BUT KARTER’S THE PREDATOR, not the PREY. HE won’t be a victim, and he won’t let BECK BE EITHER. Not anymore. So he’s going to put this to an END. Once and for all. HE strolls over, THE VERY SIGHT of her COWERING proof enough that he’s won the fight. HE LEANS over, MAINTAINING a safe distance to avoid an assault from a cornered prey. His tone is EVEN and CALM.

“Oh no...I absolutely fuckin’ CAN. But...”

He glances at Beck for just a moment before his PIERCING stare falls to Sarah again, the BOND torn as he speaks softly, CAREFULLY. Gentle, as though he easing her into her fate.

“...S’not worth it. YER not worth it. Yer not worth killin’ ‘f it’s at HIS expense.” 

HE’S PANTING, wiping her blood from when she spit on him off his face as he draws in a QUIET breath, EYEING her like a HUNGRY lion does an INJURED gazelle. She’ll never escape. NOT with what he’s GOT planned for her. He speaks and continues.

“...jus’ count yerself lucky...that I love HIM more than I fuckin’ HATE you.”

WITH THAT he takes ONE last course of action smacking her head against the concrete to KNOCK her lights out. He didn’t need her getting up and MOVING about. It’s AFTER that that his body near goes LIMP sliding & staggering BACK against the table near THE BED Beck is on, PROPPING himself up, NOT meeting Beck’s eye as he undoes his restraint, FALLING back into a seated position against a nearby SUPPORT beam as he PANTS softly, ADRENALINE coming down until he PUSHES up again.

Scooting OVER to handcuff Sarah to the PILLAR and leaning over to WHISPER words of TORMENT in her ear.

“...I wonder what’ll happen ‘f they found th’DOLL chained up an ON TH’DOOR STEP....bet you’ll make ONE pretty trophy fer someone in PRISON.”

He was thanking the GODS he remembered to LEAVE the evidence in the bag he had DROPPING it on the ground with a SPECIAL note. 

‘Here’s your pretty doll wrapped up in a nice bow’

Seeing Beck struggle to his feet Karter comes to his aid. SILENT. Not making eye contact. He can’t IMAGINE what Beck is feeling but his EXPRESSION suggests it’s overwhelming. Sliding himself UNDER Beck’s arm and guiding him BACK out into FREEDOM. Night had already fallen and Karter wasn’t even sure what to do with himself. He guides the taller man, ALLOWING him to crawl himself into the bed of his truck and SECURE HIMSELF, a small BLANKET draped over him GENTLY with care as Karter shuts the bed of the truck, making his way to the DRIVER’S seat so he can flee the scene without problem or WORRY. 

HE MUST HAVE driven for an HOUR before finally stopping, SOMEWHERE quiet. IN THE MIDDLE of the woods where the two of them could have some PEACE while Karter’s PLAN to have Sarah locked away for the rest of her MISERABLE existence pans out. 

He slides out from the driver’s seat, MOVING to check on Beck, seeing him still situated in the bed. HIS EYES are closed and a VERY gingerly finger comes to slide UNDER HIS NOSE to make sure he’s still breathing.

HE IS.

A silent sigh of relief escapes him as he undoes the BED of the truck LETTING it hang open as he takes a seat UPON IT the pickup shifting a bit under his wait as he keeps himself turned away from Beck. GIVING him the silence, peace, and privacy he deserves. He gazes up, THE STARS filling the sky as he just BREATHES.

HE DID IT. HE SAVED BECK.

And even if Beck NEVER wanted to see him again for what Karter had done, Karter could rest easy KNOWING she’ll NEVER be getting her meat hooks into him again. And for Karter, KNOWING he was safe was enough.