#i am also really scared of what will happen at the end of those five minutes

[sashisuse]

okay i read it, so here are some thoughts on satoru gojo. jjk 261 spoilers under the cut.

i think there is something do disgustingly devastating about the fact that satoru has been nothing more than a weapon for jujutsu society his entire life.

he’s not human to anyone (hold on i’m getting to them) for the majority of his life. he grows up and is revered because he’s the first person in centuries to be born with the six eyes. he’s a child god. he has never had any sort of autonomy over his life.

and then he gets to high school and meets suguru and oh. my. god. suguru geto is one of the only people to have ever seen satoru gojo as anything other than the six eyes.

it is so extremely tragic that satoru cannot have any sort of peace, even after death, because his body is being used as a puppet basically by yuta. and please, this is not in any way any type of slander toward any character here. it’s just my thoughts and analysis.

these people all do value satoru but at the end of the day, they were all inevitably down with it. yes, it’s important to note that hakari said this was the very last last LAST resort. that kusakabe said this wasn’t humane. and what really sticks with me the most is that yuta was the one who pointed out that satoru has been forced to be a monster for most of his life. and now yuta is the one saying he’ll take it over, he’ll be the monster so that satoru doesn’t have to anymore.

omfg this is probably really jumbled and not very coherent. my brain is mush right now and i’ll post something better later so i apologize but thanks for bearing with me at the moment 😭

anyway. where was i

okay yeah. the conversation we see between yuta and satoru hurts me too. where he says two things that stick with me. 1. ‘i was mostly surprised shoko was okay with it’ and 2. ‘i don’t really care what happens to my body’.

because it is absolutely devastating to me that satoru has been conditioned to a point where he doesn’t care what happens to his body. and he brushes it off to with stuff like ‘oh it’s fine i don’t care because i’m not going to lose’ but… he admits to suguru in the airport that he wasn’t going to win. and so… AGH.

it just keeps taking me back to this one line i wrote in one of my fics.

( “I don’t want you to be the Strongest,” she told him once. She frowned and said, “I just want you to be Satoru.” )

i’m in so much pain. i’m so sad. my brain is mush. i will talk more about this later. probably. i need to go find some comfort fics to read or something. or maybe sleep because i’m writing this at 12:30 am 😭

[moodriingz]

The Prophecy | J. Hughes

Summary | You’ve given up on love until love hits you in the face (with a door) 

Warnings | Unedited, one curse word, (really bad) angst

Author's Note | I finally finished all of my finals! So that means more regular stories so send in requests! This is also part of my 100 follower celebration!

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You never expected to feel so lost in a city you lived in for most of your adult life. You and your college boyfriend broke up after five years of dating. You met early in your freshman year and were stuck together like glue. He made you feel like you caught lightning in a bottle, so much so you were willing to do anything for him. So many of your friends thought you were going to get married and he had been hinting at it since you graduated a year ago.

You were blindsided when he said that he didn’t think you two should be together anymore and basically kicked you out of your shared apartment. Luckily Hannah, your best friend, offered to stay in her apartment until you could find one. 

All you could think was that it was your fault. Why else would he end it so suddenly? He gave you little to no explanation. Even though you were still so young you felt like you would never find a love like his. It was like someone was betting against you. All you ever wanted was someone who wanted your company.

After a couple of weeks you were able to find a new apartment in a different part of town and you never felt so excited or rejuvenated. Hannah was trying to convince you to start dating again, but you told her it was too soon. You were scared someone was betting against your love life and you didn’t want to risk it yet. 

Little did you know when you went to check out a new pizza place you would run into the cutest guy you’ve ever seen. It wasn’t a normal meeting though he almost gave you a concussion by hitting you with the door.

“I’m so sorry, are you ok? How many fingers am I holding up?” The stranger asks as he stares into your eyes looking for any signs of injury. Before you respond you notice his really tall friend recovering the pizza off the ground.

“I’m fine thank- why are you moving your finger in front of my eyes?” You ask confused about what he is doing.

“I’m trying to make sure you don’t have a concussion. You hit your head pretty hard when you fell,” he said, still doing some concussion protocol? You’re not too certain what is happening honestly.

“I think I’m ok I really appreciate it though,” you say finally getting the opportunity to stand up as he backs up. You go to move inside before he stops you.

“Wait what’s your name?”

“Y/n,” You tell him before turning around to enter the shop and order your much deserved pizza.

Later you meet up with Hannah to debrief about both of your weeks. You almost forgot to tell her about the mystery pizza man until she mentions dating to you again.

“Hannah, I'm not going on a date right now. But there was this really cute guy who almost gave me a concussion the other night when I went to get pizza,” You say nonchalantly.

“What? Y/n why didn’t you tell me? What’s his name? Are you going out with him?” She babbles as you roll your eyes.

“No to all of those questions. I felt like such a fool because of my ex and I’m not doing that again.” You say with a shrug. Living alone has really forced you to think about your relationship and you realized that the end of your relationship was most likely your fault, and you definitely do not want to get into another relationship until you figure out how to stop it from happening again.

After dinner you and Hannah decide to hit a club that was only semi full until the hockey crowd filtered in after the game. Everyone seemed to be in good spirits though so the Devils must have won.

Little did you know is that your pizza mystery man was currently walking in the club with some of his teammates to celebrate. Hannah was a pretty big fan and spotted some of them almost instantly.

“Oh my gosh the Devils are here we should go say hey. Maybe you can find a date,” She wasn’t going to take no for an answer so you just let her pull you by the wrist.

Hannah finally stops when she’s face to face with Nico, who you only recognize because of all of his ads around town. Before you can introduce yourself someone calls out your name.

“Y/n,” Your mystery man. He says it shocked like he didn’t expect to see you again.

“You know Jack Hughes?” Hannah whispers into your ear. You just ignore her because maybe it's fate? Maybe it’s a cruel joke?

You don’t even know what to say, you’re so shocked by the turn of events. You never would’ve thought you’d meet him again. You thought your near concussion experience would be the last you see of him.

“I’m Jack by the way,” He says and you’re drawn in by his voice and his eyes that haven’t left yours.

“I think you owe me a drink for almost killing me,” You say, shocking yourself.

“In my defense I didn’t try to give you a concussion, my brother was distracting me,” He says leading you to the bar. You order your regular drink and he does the same before asking you if you’d want to talk for a bit.  

The two of you talked for what seemed like minutes until Hannah came to find you to let you know that she’s leaving. You check the time and realize you should probably leave as well. 

“I had an amazing night thanks for keeping me company,” You say getting up to leave.

“Wait let me give you my number,” Jack says standing up and you nod, handing him your phone.

You walk Hannah home because you’re much more sober than she is and all she can talk about is that you know Jack Hughes.

“You should go out with him, he's so cute and sweet.”

“Hannah I’m not dating right now and you know that,” You say, leading her to her door.

“Yeah I know but you just deserve to be happy, and I really think he would be perfect for you,” She said, drawing out her syllables. You say goodnight and make your way home which luckily isn’t too far from her apartment.

The next day you decide to listen to Hannah and reach out to Jack. You try texting him telling him that you had a great time talking to him last night, but the message never gets delivered. All you can do is feel idiotic. It wasn’t fate to run into him twice (physically or not). You feel so childish thinking maybe this was your chance. 

You blame Hannah for getting your hopes up to think that maybe something could happen. You were starting to think that maybe it was some cruel joke fate was playing on you. You were almost compelled to pray to change your prophecy, but then you just started feeling even more insane. But, there must be a way to change it, right?

Later in the week you decide to work out of a cafe nearby and feel like the universe is playing some sick joke on you. As you look up your eyes meet with a pair of blue eyes staring you down. You smile shyly at the hockey player not knowing how to respond to someone who never responded to your text. Jack took that as an invitation to join you.

“You never called,” He says as he sits down.

“I texted but you never responded,” You say nervous you’d get turned down in person this time.

“What are you talking about? I was so excited to see you again because I wanted to get your number the first time we met but I thought it would be weird if I asked after almost giving you a head injury. I would’ve noticed if you texted me,” He rambles and you just pull out your phone to show him the message. He clicks around on your phone until his eyes get wide.

“I gave you the wrong number,” Jack says with a blush on his face. You feel that maybe your tables are turning. Instead of fate working against you, maybe they just wanted you two to meet a couple of times.

“Third times a charm right?” You smile at him as he fixes his number in your phone. You two fall into conversation once again before he checks the time.

“I have to go but I can’t leave until you agree to go on a date with me,” Jack says with a hopeful gleam in his eyes. You just nod knowing that someone was finally betting on your love life.

[base0h]

Hiiii. So this is my first time requesting or anything so I’m kinda really nervous??? Anyways, I love your crack fics, I literally giggle non stop and they bring light into my soul.

So, that being said, I have a request. Could you do something with Crocodile and Ace (and whichever other characters) reacting to their s/o having a spider or some type of scary bug on their back? Idk if your can go anywhere with this but hey, it’s worth a shot.

Okay that’s it bye bye have a good day :)))

a/n - omg I’m so glad I can bring light into your life 😭🫶 literally my goal when I’m writing this stuff 💜 oml bro crocodile is afraid of bugs I just know he is 💀 that’s why he had robin, so she could handle them for him

warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, crack, crocodile would leave you with the the bug just to run as far away as possible 💀🫶

- pls if he sees a single bug in his house he’d move out of his mansion and go to another sea of ocean 💀

- don’t get me wrong he takes you with him of course and makes sure you’re protected from those heinous insects. Get ready for loads of bug spray and pest killing chemicals, because your house is going to smell like that for at least a couple weeks 😃🫶

- so one day, you’re relaxing on the sofa, listening to some ambient music, the lights a bit dimmed, with the shutters open just enough for some light to shine through without being too harsh. It was a weekend, so it was due time for some relaxation!

- crocodile had just gotten finished with his work, and finally he’d get to spend some quality time with you. As he walked over, getting ready to join you on the couch, he froze.

- his eyes were locked onto your back, his breathing completely stopped, his body stiff as a board

- a tiny black speck on your back was… moving. Could that be a- SPIDER? You turned around because you heard footsteps, and you looked confused to see crocodile just- frozen, with wide, disgusted, fearful eyes as if you just committed some heinous crime against humanity

- “….Crocodile? You ok?”

- …

- “Hello???? Earth to crocodile?”

- “Y/n. You know I love you right?“

- “…What?”

- “Then you know why I must do this.”

- “What do you me- hey where’re you going?!”

- to go bag (he has one prepared for this exact situation bruh 💀) materializes out of thin air, then cue crocodile skedaddling out the door without explaining or warning you like a scared selfish asshole

- “CROCODILE IT’S NOT EVEN THE SIZE OF MY FINGERNAIL.”

- “IT’S AN INSECT Y/N.”

- “SO YOU’D LEAVE ME WITH THE FUCKING BUG SO YOU COULD GET AWAY FIRST-? 😭”

- “..well of course I would’ve sent someone back for you-“

- “SENT SOMEONE?!”

- see now ace is afraid of bugs too. But he’s not a selfish asshole like crocodile 💀 bro would at least try and protect you while screaming and sobbing

- you two were relaxing, snuggling together and watching the sun set on the deck of the Moby dick. It always never failed to amaze you with how many colors spread across the sky.

- ace absolutely adored these moments with you. It made him feel so- alive but also dead at the same time. Because how could one be this happy and in love with you?

- he looked down at you, and leaned down to press a kiss to the top of your head, and that’s when he saw… it

- cue the scream of a demon plus a kid who just saw a clown

- “WTF ACE WHAT?!”

- “BABE- DO NOT MOVE. THERE’S A BIGASS BUG ON YOUR HEAD.”

- “EXCUSE ME?!”

- ace grabbed his shoe in a panic, and aimed directly at your head. But since he was so afraid, he was closing his eyes.. as he was swinging to kill the bug.. and he ended up slapping the absolute shit out of you instead of the bug

- “Phew, think I got it- Y/N?! WHAT HAPPENED ARE YOU OK?!”

- “WDYM AM I OK YOU SLAPPED THE SHIT OUT OF ME-“

- “Sorry.. OH SHIT I MISSED-“

- “NONONONO ACE WAIT-“

- you got hit five times before he actually got it. 💀🫶 I hope your brain isn’t damaged 😭

- luffy was one of those kids who collected beetles and watched them fight each other like it was the most intense battle he’s ever seen 💀

- so of course he’s not afraid of them. Bro likes them so much that he doesn’t know if the one piece is better or if beetles are better 😭

- luffy was rambling to you about the various different types of beetles, and which ones were the strongest in fights. He was giving you the WHOLE lowdown, their stats, weaknesses, special skills, traits, etc. 💀 you were surprised luffy had this level of knowledge on- anything really

- “Yeah so the atlas beetle can DEFINITELY take down the rhino beetle because of its really tough shell and- OH MY GOD-“

- “Huh-?! What’s wrong?!”

- “OMG OMG Y/N YOU HAVE AN ATLAS BEETLE ON YOUR HEAD!”

- “Luffy you better be joking. Is it even April yet?”

- “Nono it’s right here see?”

- he pulled it off your head and put it in front of your face. The way you froze, and the way your heart stopped, dropped down to your feet, and then climbed back up 😭

- you couldn’t even scream, you just got up and hauled ass away from whatever that abomination of a creature was

- “Y/n where are you going?! I have to show you how it fights!”

- “I’M PERFECTLY FINE NOT SEEING THAT LUFFY-“

- “But y/n they really like you! You’ve got a rhino beetle on your back too!”

- “WHAT?!”

- you legit stopped, dropped, and rolled 💀💀💀 poor robin was watching the whole thing transpire from really far away so she couldn’t hear the context of what the hell was happening 😭

a/n - bro I missed writing these. I’m a bit rusty tho 😂

[kaybreezy3000]

How do you think the umbrellas felt about fan letters/fans having crushes on them and stalking them? Individually.

Your question instantly reminded me of this silly little PowerPoint project I did to add to one of my first Five Centric fanfics. As you can see, it's a fan letter directed at Five, and it's rather suggestive. In that story, Five did not jump to the future apocalypse at the age of 13, that didn't happen until he and his siblings were 16, so that left time for me to dabble with him and the rest of them getting to experience some of the coming-of-age fun and drama teens often get to face.

I am not trying to plug my stuff here but it's totally about what you are asking and if you are interested in reading a story style answer to your question, as it mostly focuses on Five but also does mention the rest of the family too, you can click this direct link to it on AO3 or find it on my Tumblr Master list. It's aptly called, 'The Anti Hero's Pitfall of Arrogance,' and like many of my other TUA stories, it's rated Teen and up because you can easily skip the explicit stuff and get warnings for the more triggering parts if you aren't down with that, then read the end notes in those sections and still get the point of what happened and still enjoy the story.

When I think of your question as it relates to all the Hargreeves in the show's version of things and how it really went down, I would have to say that from what we saw of their younger years, we didn't get much information on how they felt about fans and their crushes on them, or them potentially getting stalked. But even though the show didn't really go there in any depth, I think we can say that Allison was supposedly a favorite of the press and perhaps the fans too, as was probably Luther with his Number One, standing tall and ripped, pretty boy perfect blonde Ken doll thing he had going. I bet they both loved the attention, but Luther probably was not bold enough to do much about it besides gloat about it to the others and then feel sheepish for doing it in front of Allison because of their own little forbidden crush thing the show had going on for them.

I would imagine bloodied and broken down Ben shied away from all of the public attention, and maybe he wasn't even targeted by it like the others were by adoring fans, and that would be because of 'The Horror' thing he was dealing with, and his own feeling about it were complicated, and the fact that people might have been scared shitless of the poor kid might not have helped, which only probably added to how Ben wanted nothing to do with the thing inside him. All that maybe even effected Ben's inability to own the monster within, and that could even play into stuff that might come out in our final season. I could totally see 'The Jennifer Incident,' being something awful that went down in the public eye or maybe behind closed doors. It could have been something to do with a fan-not a love interest, but a fan, or even a fan that became his friend. Lately, I have been going with other theories on the Jennifer thing, but that is still a big one for me and I wrote a version of that idea happening with our dear Ben in my first TUA series, Paramore (The Umbrella Academy).

When it comes to Ben and looking at him as the Sparrow Ben, I think it proves my point about him and Five, a point that I make a little lower down. When alive and given a chance and not feeling so shitty about himself and the Horror inside him, Sparrow adult Ben was all about the fans hanging out with him in the club. He was an attention whore for lack of a better phrase and a snob, and it was hilarious. He was going for it like any public figure who is adored does with the fanatics that love him. That is sort of interesting to note being original Ben's fate was so different, but it could have been him doing that too if his childhood had gone the other way.

Diego the ever amazing Batman wanna be, B rated superhero of the family, probably would have eaten up the attention of the fans, both the guys and the girls. Back then when they were kids, he for sure wanted to be the hero basking in the limelight, just like Luther. I bet those two would have been fighting over fan letters, claiming they had more than the other. In the story I wrote and mentioned above, that is exactly what happened with those two and Five got pulled into the mix despite his insistence that he didn't give a shit about what other people thought of him. Egos are egos and boys will be boys and The Umbrella Academy had plenty of them behind its walls, not to mention all the teenage hormones. OH, the DRAMA...😜

When it comes to Five, I think if he had been around to get this kind of attention from fans, being a little older than 13 like he was in my story, or even before that if they got fawned over like that while they were so young, he would have pretended that he didn't care about it, but really he totally would have, maybe even more than the rest of them.

Outwardly, I think of the 13-year-old Five as not at all being interested in crushes and things like that. He'd deem fan letters and the idea of giving his time to them as way beneath him and the more important things he was doing-like crunching numbers and figures, trying to figure out how to time travel with his father explicitly told him to leave it alone. That said, Five is so smart, maybe smarter than all of them, and sometimes it seems to get in his way of seeing the light before it's too late. Reginald was right on that, as Five admitted.

When it comes to understanding people, I am thinking when Five was young, and even now when he is way older mentally, he is not the best with social graces or knowing his way around situations with other people involved. He's also a bit naive when it comes to love, and relationships based on true intimacy because the only one we can say he really had was with Dolores and she is pretty much just another extension of him, so it's limited in what he can learn from that.

When it comes to real people, Five usually seems all sorts of not sure what to do and usual blocks them out. That happened in my story when he was 16, and him thinking like many 16-year-olds would when thrown that lipstick kissed letter, he started to think things about girls that he really hadn't been focused on until that point. Naturally the feelings were in him, but he'd ignored them, and when the switch was flipped on, and he 'turned on' things turned into a very naughty situation fast, and yeah...teen Five doesn't handle it so well.

Five's arrogance hits extreme levels in the show and my story and that masked dark haired smirking boy bundled in his winter coat on those steps in the photo shown below ends up making a big mistake and pays hard for it, but we also get to see all the vulnerability in him as he flounders, and that's really what that whole story I did and the shows depiction of him is about. Five so many things. They all are but, in the end, they are human, and we all crave attention, and we all fuck up, especially when we are young.

Five is a bit of a mess then and now, just like all of them, but in my head, he's the worst off with that, with Benny boy coming in a close second. Neither of them got to grow up like a normal person would. Neither got to go through all the first kisses, and blunders, and epic wins a teen or younger person normally would.

I think all the Hargreeves kids were mega vulnerable in a way that most normal kids their age wouldn't' have been. That and being filled with unimaginable power and put in front of the world the way they were, they'd all be desperate for all the attention the fans were willing to give them. They'd seek it just like the approval they all are constantly trying to get from Reginald. Some of them would take it further like Five did in my story, going for cheap thrills and anything they could get with some of the more persistent fans. The older they got, I am sure Reginald's hold on them slipped more and more and sneaking out and getting involved with the world would have been inevitable at some point for all of them. But, that said, in the show, what they showed us made it seem that once the Umbrella Academy disbanded, the world sort of just let them go too.

That may not have been that case, I am just saying it's not like they said that Diego was a big player after he left, cashing in on chick's interest in him from his days at the academy. It never gave the impression that their fame helped any of them in any way, other than Allison, and for her, she Rumored her way into Hollywood, or so it's implied-not sure if she did or not or if people just accused her of it.

Poor Viktor, like in everything, wouldn't have been a part of the fan frenzy. He wasn't allowed to be. Like in all things, he probably felt left out and that left a lasting impression on him. It was just another thing that would have hurt like hell but also makes him so different than them in how he thinks and acts now. For a dude that nearly ended the world, twice, he's actually pretty levelheaded compared to the rest of the gang and I am not surprised that in the trailer, he seems to be doing relatively well living a normal life. Out of any of them, he'd be able to do it since he'd been led to believe he was ordinary for long.

Lastly, when it comes to Klaus, he'd have been like all of them with fans, he'd have gravitated towards the extremes of the fake love, even if it was from crazed girls and guys throwing trinkets their way when they were allowed out or leaving it on the steps of the Academy. When he got older, he'd have been all about sneaking out, going to parties, meeting people, take all sorts of mind-altering substances while letting his notoriety as one of the infamous superpowered kids of the Umbrella Academy get him anything he could his hands on. Sex, drugs, and rock and roll people, think that with Klaus. He would have wanted real true friends, maybe more than the others would have because he's so outgoing and full of wonder, but in the end the fans and their crushes would leave him empty, just like the drugs.

I think we saw that in season one, the first episode, with Klaus in the ambulance with the med-tech in back that knew him, it wasn't just because Klaus had been on his gurney several times before while overdosing. I think the world never forgot them even after they all grew up and become nobodies, but the sad thing is, their fame faded, just like their trust in each other and the idea that they were there for a higher purpose.

And thus...we real fans in the real world got the Umbrella Academy, and now we are the IRL people who are obsessing over these complex and so loveably broken characters. 😄

~~~~Thanks for another great question anon. I really enjoy doing this kind of character analysis with you. Please feel free to share your thoughts in the comments below or private message me anytime. 😉 💞

[corsairesix]

Fallout TV show thoughts

Spoilers ahead because I'm like, talking about the show and what happens in it.

The first two episodes are the strongest definitely. The vault dwellers being culty trad weirdos and the brotherhood being technofascists is a great return to form. But after that, the aspects of both of those tend to get subsumed into "Lucy and Max are naive"

Lucy and Max kinda stop having ideologies pretty quick. It's easier to accept with Max because he's shown from the beginning to be less interested into the technocult aspects of the Brotherhood but Lucy has fully drunk the vault kool-aid and that kinda becomes secondary to "she's from a vault so she's used to good people"

The central tension of "if it's life or death, you'll abandon your morals" vs "but we have to keep being better anyway" is a really popular one for post-apocalypse stories to tell, but it's kind of a boring Fallout story for me.

The early Brotherhood stuff really hits the sweet spot between the creepy ritualistic aspects and the fact that a lot of them are just shitty bullies. Titus going from the helmet voice to his normal voice was a really good scene.

Tangentially, I don't particularly care for Ghoulgins. I thought the pre-war plot with Walton Goggins was great, but with Ghoulgins it felt like every scene he was in he walks up to someone, snarls a bit, kills everyone present, and walks away with no variation.

The best part of episode 3 onwards was all of the stuff with young Steve Buscemi solving mysteries

I laughed at the fact that they did Kid in a Fridge 2, but after the fifth time or so that they played that clip it was increasingly obvious that it was the only backstory that Maximus had. We know exactly five-ish seconds of his life outside the story. And sure, part of that was that he's like, raised in a high-control cult, but so is Lucy and we learn a half-dozen hobbies that she has in the first minute.

Also is it just me or did they put one black guy in every scene where Max was getting his ass beat? So like, invoking a certain imagery for sure but not textually saying anything about racism, which seems like the worst of both worlds

There's a running textual and subtextual dichotomy between "innocence/naivete/ignorance" and "willingness to do violence" but it's undercut a little by how often characters screw up by doing violence because they were ignorant or naive

Lee Moldaver call me

(side note, I'm not a "wouldve been way better if at the end the Black Panther turned to the camera & said "i am communist now" & then specified hes the exact kind of communist i am" person, but honestly Fallout is allergic to ever depicting American communists. McCarthyism can only be bad if it's aimed at the wrong target.)

I just realized Sarita Choudhury was in Gawain and the Green Knight and she was really hot there too

I *really* liked the plot device of "Vault-Tec has a fiduciary responsibility to the end of the world" but I thought every company we know the name of sitting around a table and going "we're going to do the end of the world" was corny. I'm surprised Slocum Joe wasn't there to pitch an iced regulah and strawberry frahsted vault.

Slight tweak that could be more compelling--vault tec wants things to be bad/drive up paranoia to sell reservations, but they don't actually want the world to end. It's like an insurance company that wants you to be scared of disasters, but doesn't actually want to pay out. That's the exact type of corporate hubris I could see them trying to thread. And it still works with stuff like suppressing Moldaver's cold fusion.

Wait why was the cold fusion in that guy's head? They injected a similar thing into the dog, so I assumed at first he could like, psychically communicate with the dog and that's why the dog could track his head. But the dog was injected before the guy so like, did the dog just have general cold-fusion tracking software injected? Like I know it was an excuse to have Dogmeat IV, but I genuinely want to know if anyone knows the deal with that.

A good amount of stuff that turns me off of the show is that I genuinely find the post-post-apocalypse of some Fallout games more interesting than just post-apoc.

This show seemed less built up than even Fallout 4. All the locations seemed kinda disconnected from any sense of space. I cackled when the snake oil guy showed up to treat the guy's foot. He's not anywhere near the other two places we've seen him. Is this even his building?

"The Governmint" being two guys and their boss who looks like every wasteland mayor ever was really good. Good enough to wipe out Shady Sands? Jury's still out.

I'm not particularly mad about "they destroyed the NCR!" but I wish they did something interesting. I do like how Moldaver flies NCR flags. That was probably the most interesting element of it

[aerodaltonimperial]

hello katy. i had just the most fucked up thought about your split jack au and ive never used tumblr before but im learning how to send an ask right now because i NEED to know what you think of this.

does julia… tell jungle boy that he’s going to forget? those five years that he goes back and changes for the better— surely julia knows that when the time comes, the jungle boy that got sent back to 2019 and changed jack’s world for the better will become nothing but a memory that everyone but jack himself will be aware of. and if julia tells him… lets him know that his time is limited… does jungle boy not do it all anyways?

does he make every decision in this new timeline knowing that he’s setting up a life for the jack who deserves it most and not himself? when the days tick down and he knows he’s running out of time… does he leave notes for jack? does he leave notes for darby? how do you explain to the person that matters most in your life that one day you’re going to wake up and be replaced with someone a thousand times more scared and broken, and you need to love him just as much as you love me now, because he’s me, and i love him too?

im sorry you fucked my whole world up and i hate you and ive been crying about it for days. im sending you an edible arrangements. fucking god damn it man

Yo, you just fucking CHANGED MY WORLD with this ask. Like, this.... this is the stuff I legitimately DID NOT LET MYSELF THINK ABOUT when I was writing that because this is so much. Jesus CHRIST. I am... I am sitting with this because I am going to be really honest with you, I don't know the answers. The only thing I can say that I leaned on during this was the traveler's immunity concept: that essentially, the person doing the changing is immune from shifting when everything else does. And it's that immunity that all of this hinges upon. 2024 Jack has the immunity, and he is the original remnant that will remain.

Would Julia tell Jack, the Jack that is going to become nothing once the timelines merge? I presume that, eventually, she would. But what he DOES with that information? Oh my god. I don't even know. This ask has fundamentally changed me as a person LOL. I imagine... in a perfect world, that Jack does leave notes for himself. Because in the end, that's who he is doing this for: a better future, even though he won't be there to experience it once the right time hits. He got a gift. And he is giving one back. A huge, monumental gift that he will never get to see through to the end. But that's what so much of that fic really ended up being about, in the end: forgiving and loving yourself. He would want himself to have SOMETHING to figure his way around, even if it's just important dates. Anniversaries. When events happened. When things DIDN'T happen.

Would he warn Darby? Honestly, I'm less clear on that one. Because at his core, Jack knows that would change them, in his present. And if he had limited time, I don’t know. Would he be able to tell Darby, knowing that it would fundamentally change everything? Would he be able to say, hey, I'm not going to be here anymore, at least not the way you knew me? Man. I don't know. How do you warn someone that you are going to disappear, but that part of you will remain? And that part isn't going to understand that love should be soft? Or that you don't have to fear letting someone in? Or that people, deep down, care about you? How do you prepare someone for that?

This is the most fucking horrible and amazing ask I have ever received. I'm going to frame it on my wall. I'm going to be thinking about this for days. Holy shit, man. As for the notes that Jack could leave for himself, for when he's gone? Let him cook for you, it makes him happy. When you argue, he'll need to go blow off steam before he comes back. I never told him about what happened in that jump, but I also didn't lie when I told him he was all of the firsts.

You told me that love wasn't real. Well, he loves you, and it's the realest fucking thing in the world.

[veronicaphoenix]

Chapter tags & trigger warnings: Japanese folklore, angst, sickness, best friends’ comfort, implied physical abuse. | Word count: 1.4k | Cross posted on AO3. | Series masterpost. ✧.*

General trigger warnings: This work addresses and depicts issues related to addiction and violence, contains explicit sexual content, and explores themes of childhood trauma. Reader discretion is advised. +18

At that point, I was pretty convinced that every time I had one of those coughing flower fits, it was because something bad had happened, even though most of the times I couldn’t tell what had gone wrong, to whom, or where.  I didn’t know what, to whom, or where it had happened. 

This time, something must have taken a nosedive straight to hell because I ended up in the hospital, not only coughing up flowers but also hurling and running a high fever and puking everything I had eaten in the last fortyeight hours.  

I got so bad that Jesse had to drive me to the ER. For a while he genuinely thought I was going to kick the bucket. He went full-on drama when we crossed the ER doors, screaming at the doctors and nurses and ordering them to do something. He phoned the Nicks and he even tried phoning Jolly (who was still in San Francisco) and even my grandmother (who was in Japan). I suppose he did that due to the panic that overflooded him. 

Honestly, I got really worried for a while, too. I was drenched in sweat, feeling dizzy, and by the time we hit the hospital, my vision was playing a blurry game. 

Once they pumped me with sedatives and I could string more than three words together without a coughing fit or feeling like I would puke again, I told Jesse to calm down and stop dialing everyone in my contacts. I figured I’d pull through, just like I had done every other time. Or at least I was hopeful that I would, one way or another. 

Of course, Jesse didn’t listen to me. And then, he called Lia. 

I knew she was on her way when, an hour later, I started feeling miraculously better.

Before Lia arrived, the nurse swung by into the room to check my vital signs and ensure I was still well taken care of. She was shocked to see that my condition had significantly improved since the last time she had been there.

There was no point in staying there and I didn’t like hospitals, anyway. I requested to be discharged against Jesse’s insistence to stay the night and got my way a few minutes after. 

Just as I was getting up from the uncomfortable bed, Lia burst through the door, looking like she’d just sprinted a marathon. 

She said my name and stoped in front of me, eyeing me up and down with her eyes wide open and concern etched all over her features. She was dressed in black jeans, her boots, and a white T-shirt under her jacket. I straightened up with a half-smile that didn't quite reach her. She dropped her backpack on one of the chairs before reaching out to hold my hand.

"Why didn't you call me as soon as you started feeling unwell? I had to find out from Jesse. He was about to cry on the phone. He said it was really bad. He scared me."

Rubbing circles on the skin of her hand with my thumb, I explained that I had almost called her but ended up falling asleep on the couch, leading to a coughing fit and a puking that lasted for five eternal minutes when Jesse decided it was time to drag me to the hospital. 

Despite my own condition, Lia seemed to be carrying some heavy weight, and I couldn't help but wonder what was going on with her. I wasn't going to buy any more of those excuses about having too much work to do.  

"How are you? Is it serious?" She asked, the furrow between her eyebrows not disappearing.

"I've had a couple of X-rays, but they still can’t tell what it is. They don’t know what to do with me, but I’m feeling okay now, so I suppose that’s what matters.”

Her frow increased. 

"Noah… This can’t go on.”

“And what am I supposed to do?” I replied, shrugging. “When the nurse saw the dried flowers on the palm of my hands she thought Jesse and I were playing tricks on her. I got worried that they would call the Pentagon and take me away to experiment on me. It’s better if I go home and tell them it was all a joke. Besides, it’s not going to happen again.”

"How are you so sure?"

"Because every time you're around, I get better. And now you’re here.”

"Are you seriously still on about that?" she retorted, soundind more exasperated thana mused. She released my hand, taking a step back to give me space as I stood up from the bed, my figure looming over her. 

"I’m not making this up, Lia," I replied. I opened my arms. "It's just how it works."

Her eyes narrowed. "You’ve been talking to Grandma, haven’t you?” 

“Just once,” I said, raising a finger. “You know I’m not one to buy into superstitious and fantastical tales, but I’m just stating the obvious here. I never find myself coughing up flowers when you’re around.”

“What about last time?” She questioned, tilting her head slightly. The light in the room wasn’t helping to veil the dark circles under her eyes, the sharp 

“No flowers. That was just a virus,” I walked past her to grab my jacket from one of the hooks behind the door. As I put it on, I stumbled a little, a wave of dizzines flooding over me.

“Easy,” Lia cautioned, extending her arm to me. 

“I’m okay, Lia.”

“You can’t say that when you’re in a hospital. It makes no sense.”

“It does. You come to a hospital to recover. I’m recovered. I can say ‘I’m okay’.”

“You’re not okay until someone finds out what’s wrong with you.”

“Maybe I’ll end up turning into a flower. Remember that book you made me read a few years ago? What was it called? The Vegetarian? Yeah. The Vegetarian. The protagonist ended up turning into a plant. That was weird as fuck.”

“That’s not going to happen to you, come on.” 

Lia handed me my phone and wallet, and we made our way out of the room. Jesse was coming down the hallway from the left carrying two cups of black coffee—one for him and one for Lia. 

“The doctor said you shouldn’t be drinking coffee, at least for a few days,” he reminded me, much to my dismay. 

“That’s just bullshit,” I scoffed, reaching for the cup now in Lia’s hand. She hesitated, but eventually let me take a sip. After licking my lips, I handed the cup back to her.  

“You never listen,” Jesse muttered, shooting me a disappointed and slightly angry glance. 

Turning her attention to him, Lia asked, “Are you feeling better? You were pretty shaken.”

“Yeah,” he nodded, sipping his coffee. “He gave me a freaking fright. I don’t know what we’re going to do with him. I feel like a mother, seriously. Cannot even go on tour without worrying about his ass.”

“You’re overreacting,” I told him. 

“Noah, you puked all over the house. Now we have to go back and spend the rest of the day cleaning your room, the bathroom and the kitchen. I have never been that sick, not even when I went to Thailand and I ate something dodgy off the street.”

“Did you eat something that was expired, perhaps?” Lia asked.  

“No. I don’t know,” I answered. “Everything looked okay to me when I was cooking yesterday. Jesse ate it as well.”

“Well, don’t worry now. I’ll help you clean up and maybe we should cook something light, like plain rice or something else,” Lia suggested.

“Are you coming with us?”

“Yeah,” she said, brightening my mood. 

I draped an arm over her shoulders as we moved toward the elevator, ignoring the other patients and the nurses walking up and down. There was too much chattering considering that we were in a hospital. I wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. 

“My favorite nurse,” I joked under my breath.  

“I’m not coming to play nurse to you. Didn’t you say you’re not sick anymore?” She questioned, arching an eyebrow at me.

“I’m starting to think he enjoys this,” Jesse chimed in, wlking alongside Lia’s other side and pretending to be engrossed in his coffee.  

“Well… The docs say I'm good to go, but I can always munch on something rooten and relapse…"

“All right, pretty boy,” she said, giving my chest a solid pat. “Easy does it.”

Approaching the elevator, a woman dashed through the corridor on the right, completely engrossed in her own urgency. Jesse dodged her by swiftly sidestepping her, nearly pressing himself against the wall to avoid a collision. However, she bumped into Lia, making her spill a little bit of coffee onto the floor. 

"Oops, sorry!" the woman apologized, glancing back briefly before vanishing down the corridor. 

I watched Lia wince and clutch her side, and my lightened mood turned into concern. Confusion furrowed my brow because the collision shouldn't have caused such visible pain. 

"Lia, are you okay?"

She managed a weak smile, but she was not doing a good job concealing her pain and discomfort.

"Yeah, that was nothing. Just… I hit myself against the corner of the kitchen counter the other day, and this woman just slammed her elbow right on it. Ugh.”

My gaze lingered on her, perplexity etched on my features. Something felt off, and I couldn't ignore that Lia seemed to be in more pain than the situation warranted. 

“Are you sure? Should we get a doctor?” I asked, genuine concern coloring my voice. 

“No, no,” she hurriedly responded, raising a hand to halt my worry. “I’m fine. We’re fine.” Despite her attempt at reassurance, her forced smile didn’t go unnoticed. Didn’t she know I could tell when she was faking it? 

Undeterred, she resumed the walk and called the elevator by pressing the round button. I thought she was just being stubborn, as per usual, and I let it go one more time without asking further questions. 

The last time. 

[strayheartless]

Things heard in the Land of Departure part 3:

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Aqua: you have until the count of three, and then I’m wrapping you both in duct tape.

Xion: hypothetically, if I were to, say, illegally smuggle a certain blonde haired nobody with mysterious memory powers out of radiant gardens… how likely do you think it is that I’d be pursued by the law?

Terra: extremely… why?

Xion: you may want to be wilfully ignorant of the blonde girl in my bedroom then…

Roxas: *to riku* do you think your going grey because of excess stress? Or are you just naturally that ugly?

Sora: I would like to preface this by saying that I asked Terra, who said no. So, then I asked Aqua who… also said no. But then, I asked Riku and he also said no, but in that way that totally means yes.

Riku: I really didn’t…

Ven: I just gunna hot diggity dog my way out of here and hope for the best.

Riku: I am not often proud of my acts of violence, but there is something so funny about watching Roxas get knocked on his ass by a wind spell.

Sora: “expect the unexpected” I’d rather unexpect the expected to be honest. The unexpected is getting predictable.

Kairi: I told Ven about that time I jump scared Riku so bad he fell out of a tree, and he tried to reassure me that I wasn’t to blame. Like I wasn’t fucking proud of that shit!

Roxas: I could do that yes, but the thing is, I have my heart set on being a hinderance!

Isa: sometimes I come out here just to think… but mostly I come out here to rehash arguments that happened five years ago.

Xion: I’ve had enough! When you come to write my eulogy say “she was nice, but she was shit at executively functioning.”

Ven: Vanitas can be labeled as many things: my darkness, the evil twin… the strange creature under the bed you take pity on but absolutely would beat to death with a lead pipe if it were to venture father into the room. The list is endless really.

Terra: what’s nice about getting to work with Riku as an equal is that I don’t have to stress about fucking up, he does that all in his own!

Riku: hey!

Kairi: Do you ever think about how human life is so fragile, you could end it instantly and never feel a single thing?

Everyone else: *takes a huge fuck off step back*

Riku: Being someone’s most important person is exhausting. I could decimate whole planets sephiroth style and Sora would still be like “he’s just a little guy!”

Aqua: Do not tell Sora that! mainly because he's impressionable, but also he's dumb as a brick.

Terra: when arriving in a new world there are three things you must remember: 1. respect the world order; 2. always respect the authority of those you are lending a hand to; and 3. There is a certain financial limit we expect you to adhere to when atempting to bribe local law enforcment to 'forget' what they saw Kairi just do.

Lea: Isa is the ‘moon’ to my ‘sun’, the ‘sky’ to my ‘land’, the ‘irreversible fuck up’ to my ‘realised he was evil in the first week’, the ‘I can fix him’ to my ‘let me brake his face with this chair’!

Isa: I said I was SORRY!

Lea: *mumbling* yeah well, love you too.

Sora: I don’t cry, I leak occasionally, it’s a hazard.

Riku: please get help.

Roxas: we are literally begging you.

[whitters23]

Umbrella Academy S4 Spoilers

Well, I finally finished the new season and I have to say, unpopular opinion, I didn't hate it guys! I had heard so many people catastrophizing about it that I was really scared, but I think the biggest thing it had going against it was that it was so condensed compared to past seasons that they really didn't have the time to delve into plot lines like I wish they could have. Definitely it was my least favourite of all the seasons, it's impossible to beat S2 for me, but it was also not the flaming pile of garbage I was worried it was going to be. I do think they could have filled in some gaps in relation to Sloane and Ray, who were both briefly mentioned with little context. Klaus's kidnapping storyline felt out of place. And of course I wish we could have had a happier ending but TUA really is a tragicomedy at the end of the day so I was not surprised at all. In fact I thought it was a rather fitting ending, that, in the end, they were able to come together, forgive each other and save the world one final time. I found it really beautiful. The forgiveness between Viktor and Alison was especially touching. Now, let's talk Five/Lila. Was I the only one not surprised by this? Honestly, I have not been a shipper of theirs but I remember at the end of S3 wondering if something more was going to come from their obvious chemistry. I even had a suspicion, due to Lila's habit of fabricating stories and Five's habit of discovering things his future selves have done later on, that a shoe was going to drop that the baby was actually Five's. I am so glad that didn't actually happen but I'm just saying those thoughts were in the back of my head because the chemistry was there from the beginning. I think it kind of makes sense because out of the whole group Lila and Five have a shared history of being assassins for the Commission and have a familiarity with time travel. Truly, I think Lila is probably the only one that actually gets Five. I also... didn't hate it. (*hides*) I liked it for what it was. It brought a softness to Five that we hadn't previously seen before. It's not something I would want as "endgame", I still adore Lila and Diego. I still think Lila loves Diego and her children and their life they built together. She didn't want to give that up. However she was stranded with Five for 7 years, alone, fighting for survival, unsure if they would ever find their way back home or what would greet them when they did. I can empathize with them leaning on each other in that situation. I don't blame them for seeking a shred of happiness in such a bleak time in their lives. The last time Five was stranded in time he fell in love with a mannequin! There is so much grey area here. They didn't mean to fall in love or hurt Diego. Bonus, the angst when they came back to reality was delicious. While we are on the subject, can we stop freaking out about the age difference please? Remember technically they were all born on the same day. It's only because of their time-traveling selves that Five is like 70 in a 26/27 year old body, and Lila is likely in her early 40s by the end of their train adventure. We have to suspend disbelief a little here. Even though mentally and physically they have quite big age gaps, they are still, in a way, each other's peers. In the end I don't think it destroyed their characters and it is kind of par for the course in this messed up family of trauma and dysfunction. (For my mutuals and followers, I will be reblogging some Five x Lila content soon. Sorry if that is a no for you. You've been warned!)

[whumping-valentine]

🦌 Fawn and Hunter - Part 6 🦌

"Fawn and the Fog"

Content: Animal death, animal skeletons, threats, hunting, anxiety, defiant whumpee, spooked whumper, whumpee forced to kill, weird rural woodsy shit in true rural redneck fashion 💪

I may have German, Irish, and Slovak in my blood, but at the end of the day I am merely just a northeast yankee here to represent the horrors of the American woodland lol

2000 Words

Part six baby let's goooo. And only two days after part five, I'm on a roll!! If you're someone who wanted to see a more mean Hunter, especially after the last part, this is the chapter for you.

This is where the batshit paranormal stuff that I was talking about earlier starts happening. I am physically incapable of writing something grounded in reality, you guys aren't prepared for what this seemingly normal, woodsy whump series is gonna turn into.

Also shout out to you guys who leave comments on this. I appreciate the little words so much you don't even know, it really motivates me to keep going. There's only two of you atm, you know who you are. Thank you, truly.

Hope you enjoy! 💕

       After a few days, Fawn began to overcome their illnesses, being oh so carefully tended to like the sickly little fawn they were. Being so busy nursing their pet back to health, Hunter had no time to gather or prepare food. They began running low on resources. Turns out feeding two people rather than one will cause you to run out of food faster. Who knew?

       Now that Fawn was better, and was the very cause of their food drought in the first place, Hunter decided that it was about time they helped out around the cabin and made themself useful. They grabbed an extra gun and walked down to the basement, where Fawn was back to seeping on the old mattress.

       Hunter threw the shotgun on the tattered bed. Fawn looked up at them in puzzlement.

       “Don’t get any funny ideas, it’s not loaded.” Hunter said, “Though it will be, soon. You and I are going hunting.”

       Fawn scoffed, “Absolutely not, you psycho.”

       "That wasn't a question. Get up."

       “Or what?”

       “Or I’ll make you get up. Your choice.”

       “You don’t scare me.” Fawn said, though they could feel their anxiety sparking up.

        “Oh, so you’ve gotten too comfortable, have you? I can fix that.” Hunter said, leaning down as they grabbed a fistful of their hair, pulling Fawn to their feet as they yelped and winced. Hunter twisted their head to look up at them with those wide, big, deer-in-headlights eyes. They tugged on their hair, holding the gun to their chin with the other, “This is not a place to get comfortable in, or abuse my hesitance to kill you. I can be nice, so long as you're good. But be bad—” They pulled harder, “—and I’ll be your worst fucking nightmare. Got it?”

       “Y-yes, Hunter.”

       “Good.” They let go, “Now pick up the gun and follow me.” They turned to walk back up the stairs, and Fawn obeyed, following them meekly, their head down. They clutched the gun tightly in both of their hands, ascending the staircase. The two of them stepped outside into the crisp late Autumn air. A chill waved through the wind, an incredibly foggy and cloudy day.

       The two walked through the misty woods in silence, leaves crunching beneath their feet. Fawn stuck close to Hunter, finding it incredibly hard to see.

       Fawn grumbled to themself as they tried to hold back, but couldn’t help themself, and they broke the silence, “You sure picked a brilliant day to go hunting. Can’t even see a foot in front of me let alone a fucking deer.”

       “Okay, smartass, you think you’re a more qualified hunter than me?”

       “I think I’m smarter than you, yeah.” Fawn said, and Hunter kicked their feet out from under them, causing them to fall backwards.

       “You’re not the one who gets to be sassy here, in case you’ve forgotten.”

       "I can do whatever the fuck I want, I'm not your pet and I never will be. In case you've forgotten." They stood back up.

       "Oh, I haven't forgotten your defiance. How could I when you make your resistance so clear? Though I do remember you were letting me hold and comfort you so softly just a few days ago."

       "Oh, fuck off."

       Hunter ignored them, "You turn into such a helpless baby when you're sick. You should be like that more often. But I guess your dramatics are quite entertaining."

       "How in all of fucking hell have I been dramatic? I think I act perfectly fucking reasonable, all things considered."

       "Oh, well firstly, I've killed people who were far less pissy than you. Secondly, a pretty thing like you should cut the swears."

       "Yeah, how about you go and kill me, too, that'll fucking stop them. Maybe I'll just do it more to piss you off. Fucking shit ass bitch, suck a cock, dick."

       "Don't make me wash that mouth out with soap."

       "I'd be surprised if you even owned soap, you filthy dirtbag."

       Hunter shot a bullet at the ground, next to their feet. Fawn yelped and jumped back as their adrenaline spiked. The boom echoed through the trees.

       "I let you get away with saying a lot of shit. I'm starting to get tired of it. Have you already forgotten the little chat we had earlier? You have no idea what I’m capable of, baby. I guess I’ll need to show you later.” They said, a threat laced in their voice.

       Fawn literally growled in fear and anger, “I will run off into these fucking woods! I can do it! I’ll— I’ll fucking leave!”

       "Threatening to run away like some angsty teenager? Oh, no, by all means, go ahead." Hunter said, gesturing out into the misty woods, "Run off. Find your way home. I'm sure you'll be able to."

        Fawn glared at them in wide-eyed hatred, biting their lip in anger. Hunter found it adorable, which only contributed to Fawn’s disdain.

      “Come on,” Hunter said, roughly nudging their shoulder with the shotgun, “Keep moving.”

       Fawn glared back at them, rubbing their shoulder, angry tears in their eyes. Hunter wore a smug smile, and Fawn wanted nothing more than to punch it off their stupid face. Wanted to just turn the gun around on themself and shoot. That would be better than this. But they couldn't even have the luxury of death, holding an unloaded gun. They wished there were two bullets so they could take both of them out all at once.

They continued on through the endless woods, Fawn's involuntary anxiety growing by the second. They hated that they couldn't control it. Couldn't stop their heart from beating so fast, stop that dreadful feeling in their arms and chest. They didn't want to be afraid. Anxiety is such a bitch.

       “Shh, shh.” Hunter hushed suddenly as they pulled on Fawn's arm, crouching them both down into the bushes. Their eyes were locked on a beautiful doe. The same doe with a coat pattern of hearts that Fawn had fed those many weeks prior. A pit opened in their stomach.

       Hunter loaded a single bullet into Fawn's gun, and guided their hands to point it at the doe, who stared down Fawn right in the eyes, almost in recognition. Fawn’s hands were trembling as Hunter held them tight, smirking as their warm breath trickled Fawn’s neck. Hunter guided their fingers to the trigger, and forced them to pull it.

       A loud gunshot rang through the air, as Fawn winced and trembled. The deer was dead, and the forest ran silent. Fawn stared blankly ahead as their eyes locked onto the carcass, trembling hands still gripping the gun as Hunter went over to look at their catch.

       Crows gathered around out of nowhere as they sat silently in the barren trees, as if to pay respects to the fallen, and condemn Fawn for their actions. They'd never felt guilt quite like this.

       Tears welled in their eyes behind the cracked glasses they wore. The gun dropped from their hands as they shook uncontrollably. As the pure shock of the deed began to wear off, they slowly broke down into tears, and before long, they were sobbing uncontrollably.

       It begins to lightly rain in a mist, and all around the massive murder of crows sat and watched in continuous silence. Though neither seemed to notice.

       Hunter threw the deer over their shoulders like it was nothing. “Enough of the crying. Get up.” They kicked Fawn in the ribs with their foot.

       Fawn again, growled like an angry animal, and they snapped, “Fuck you! Fuck you all the way to Hell, you bastard!” They yelled, voice cracking as tears streamed down their cheeks, “I hope you die in a fucking fire! At the edge of a cliff, covered in burns, poisoned, coughing up blood, with no one to fucking love you!!”

       They buried their face into their hands as they sobbed. Hunter stared at them with a blank, neutral expression. They reached down and grabbed the scruff of their sweater, pulling them to their feet in one swift motion.

       “No!” Fawn yelled, “Get away from me!” They pushed them away, falling backwards into the bush they were crouched behind. A burr bush.

       Fawn had burrs all over their clothes, and in their hair. Hunter shook their head, unamused, “How many times do I have to tell you, Fawn? These are the consequences of your actions. Now get up."

       “Fuck you!!”

       “I won’t ask you again.”

       “No!”

       “Get up.”

       “AAAAAAAHHHHH!!” They screamed.

       “Oh, so now you’re gonna just throw a tantrum like a child. Is that what you are, a child? Keep screaming and crying, it isn’t gonna get you out of that bush or out of these woods.”

"I'd rather die in this bush!"

"Then go ahead and be my guest." Hunter said, fed up, rolling their eyes, "Stop being dramatic."

       Fawn grumbled and kicked their feet as they struggled to get up, Hunter watching the pathetic act apathetically. The bush pulled on the threads of their clothes, and their hair, ruining them and causing pain. Once they were back on their feet, they held back a pout before roughly kicking Hunter in the ankle, quickly walking back the way they came. Hunter gave no reaction, following behind them in a thoughtful stalk.

       Fawn stomped through the trees, angry, upset, and anxious. They hoped if they'd move fast enough, they'd lose the hunter through the fog, the deer slowing them down, where they could somehow find their way home. Though somewhere along the way, they suddenly stopped in their tracks, gripping the shotgun tightly, staring intensely through the thick blanket of white mist.

Hunter caught up to them, "What?" They asked. Fawn just stared. Hunter squinted their eyes and could faintly make out what looked to be a skeleton of some kind.

       Hunter went ahead of them and approached it, only to find it wasn’t just some normal kind of animal remains, no. Not only were the bones perfectly picked clean, in perfect skeletal formation, but it was huge. Not just a large buck, either. More so the size of a car. The skull itself was almost bigger than Hunter.

       “What the hell?” Hunter muttered to themself in shock. They’d lived out in these woods for years, and never had they ever seen anything like it before. They were stunned, at a loss for words, and above all else, frightened. At first they thought it might be fake, or some kind of art piece. They'd seen those before.

But something deep down inside said that wasn't the case.

       They slowly backed away from it and returned to Fawn, watching it disappear through the mist. Hunter didn’t say a word, and just continued walking, trusting Fawn would follow. This caused Fawn great unease. Hunter had been out here for years. They’ve killed people. What on Earth could possibly have them spooked?

       The misty rain slowly turned to gentle flakes of snow, the wind picking up as it grew colder and darker. They made it back to the cabin as the snow began to stick and fall heavier, the wind howling through the growing darkness of the late evening.

       Hunter plopped the deer down on the table and turned to look at Fawn. The look on the hunter's face almost made them shiver, and not from the cold. Seeing your own captor frightened by something wasn't something you'd exactly want to see. They ran a hand through their long, messy hair, shaking their head as they pulled themself back down to earth.

       “Come on,” they said, “let’s pick those nasty things off you.” They said, and led them down into the basement. Fawn was far too spooked and exhausted to fight back anymore. They stood still as Hunter meticulously picked off all the tiny brussels and burrs, until they were finally free of them.

       Hunter pushed Fawn down onto the mattress roughly before locking both of them down in the basement. Hunter sat on a chair, clutching their gun tightly in their hands as it laid across their lap. They stared intensely at the door, frightened that something they couldn’t explain may come down it. Fawn looked over at them from the mattress which they slept.

       They hated that their presence made them feel safer.

Taglist: @parasitebunny

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[nite-puff]

Tonight’s one of those nights where i can’t fall asleep unless I jot something down.

So here’s my long list of Takemichi Yukimaru headcanons! Because he’s nothing if not free real-estate for them.

This will mostly be backstory with some smaller, more light-hearted, headcanons interspersed throughout. Enjoy!

(cw for mentions of abuse. he’s still a danganronpa character) (this is also my longest post. by a long shot. i just have a lot of thoughts on him)

- my intense desire to make my favorite characters latino in some capacity out of self-projection is very real. so in my mind, michi’s half-japanese, half-latino (whichever region is up to you. he doesn’t really know himself, but i will always be compelled to say mexican because i am biased). (edit: also because “michi” is a term of endearment for cats in some latin american countries. so that makes the nickname itself a little cuter. he’s like a little cat guy compared to the owadas, who are strongly associated with tigers.)

- his father was born and raised in japan and his mother moved from overseas to japan out of desire to travel during a gap-year from college. the two met during her stay and had a very explosive and passionate start to their relationship. like a long honeymoon phase. his mother actually decided to stay longer than her intended visit after she found out she was pregnant with michi, and the two were soon married. the rose-tinted glasses were still in full effect at this point in their relationship.

- michi’s hair color is naturally dark brown, like his mom. he actually inherited a lot of his mom’s physical features, including her short stature. what he got from his dad were a couple a facial features, but most notably his yellow eye color.

- also transmasc michi is so real. he doesn’t realize it until a little later in his life. a little while after meeting mondo.

- while things started out fine after michi was born, things were bound to turn sour. the honeymoon phase ended. the added expenses of a new baby along with the already poor state the family was living in raised a lot of tension in the household, and his father quickly became abusive toward his mother. michi didn’t remember much, either because he was very young when it all happened or because his brain did a good job at repressing some of the memories, but what he does remember is particularly bad.

- The only good memories he has of his childhood are with his mother. like her reading him stories or teaching him some simple words in spanish. and her favorite songs, which she would play to him a lot. the reason why he doesn’t have many memories of her is because she left when he was five. neither him or his father know her whereabouts, but michi likes to believe she’s back overseas with her family. she left behind her old cassette collection, something that was largely untouched until michi got a little older.

- michi actually really liked school. he’s described as being a smart kid, so i like to think that he did well in his classes. while he still did well as grew older, his studies took a major backseat after he met the owadas.

- he met mondo first. they went to the same grade school together and mondo was a grade higher than michi. i think that their initial meeting went something along the lines of michi witnessing mondo deck a kid who was picking on a girl classmate of his. michi is immediately enamored by this boy who wasn’t afraid to fight against bullies like that. he is less enamored by the fact that mondo immediately scared the poor girl away as well after trying to talk to her. he was an interesting character, and michi really wanted to be his friend. they proceed to do that little kid thing where they hang out for like 15 minutes, like each other’s vibe, and then say something like “we’re best friends now.” and the rest is history.

- to harken back to trans michi. mondo is taken aback by this supposed girl who wasn’t scared of him and wanted to actually be friends with him. his small naive kid-brain at first thought this could be his shot at a relationship, but 15 minutes into knowing michi and mondo abandoned the idea because michi was perfect best friend material. and because he kinda got scared at how much this kid wanted mondo to teach him how to sucker punch someone.

- mondo and michi’s friendship took off like it was nobody’s business. They were hanging out anytime they could see each other on campus and quickly got to learning about each other. mondo talked a lot about daiya and how cool he was. he mentioned how his older recently got into motorcycles and even got one from one of his friends, and how michi should come over to his house one day to check it out. michi shared a lot of his favorite music with mondo, which mainly consisted of that old cassette collection mentioned previously.

- michi doesn’t actually meet daiya until a year or two into him and mondo knowing each other. he randomly picks mondo up from school on his motorcycle. the gang had already started then, so he had his hair and makeup done and was wearing his gang jacket. michi would probably still say that it was the coolest thing he’s ever seen. mondo asks if michi wants to go with them, and it’s the first time michi doesn’t immediately go home after school. he’s in his last year of grade school at this point.

- another year goes by and michi grows closer with the brothers, basically becoming the honorary third owada brother. he gets to learn a lot about the gang, motorcycles, fighting, etc. he even starts learning how to ride his own motorcycle after daiya mentions that he may or may not be fixing one up for him. he still hasn’t joined the gang at this point because daiya won’t let him. he’s too young and has to be at least the age that mondo was when he joined. which meant michi had to wait until his next birthday.

- while all of this is happening, tensions are brewing back at his home again. michi was a able to avoid his father’s abusive tendencies for the most part because he’s at work when michi is home from school/hanging out with the owadas. but he later had a change in work schedule and soon found out about what michi had been out doing using context clues. the diamonds have also gotten some traction, so the larger population of their hometown are starting to know about the new gang, including michi’s dad. michi elects to ignore this and just doesn’t acknowledge his father when he sees him, but things all come to a head one day and the two of them fight. not physically, verbally. it’s very ugly and it ends more or less with his father telling michi that he can go join the gang if he wants, but he’ll never be allowed to live in his house again if he does. michi storms out and goes to his room, and it’s the last interaction the two of them have. michi is gone with his belongings the next morning.

- he is welcomed into the owada’s home with open arms, joking about how he practically lived there already. though he does sleep on the couch because the small apartment the brothers rent out only has two bedrooms. he doesn’t mind this.

- michi officially joins the gang on the day of his birthday because he is so excited to do so and can’t wait another day. he is also given the motorcycle daiya mentioned as a present.

- he gets the makeover! complete with bleaching his hair, doing the makeup, getting a couple piercings! and getting his new gang jacket courtesy of mondo.

- michi was picked on by some of the gang at first, mostly because of his height and softer features. not much happened outside of that because it was established upfront that michi was close to the brothers, but most importantly, close to daiya. he also shut the naysayers right up after his first gang fight with them. he displays some unnaturally good skills at fighting other guys twice his size.

- michi grows to be a great fighter, even surpassing the owada’s in that regard. he’s the leader of the elite guard and Mondo’s bodyguard for a reason. mondo taught him the basics when they were younger, daiya taught him some of the more higher-level stuff as he grew older, and michi perfected his technique with the sheer amount of practice he did. it was a lot. all so that people wouldn’t pick on him or abuse him anymore.

now for some random, not that important headcanons as a break from all the story:

- michi is allergic to dogs. that made living with chuck very awkward when the little guy was still around. he’s perfectly fine around cats though

- his fan club is very quick to form. it started out on school grounds with some girls who found him cute following him around. news gets out that he joined the crazy diamonds and he gets more attention the higher he climbs up in the ranks. daiya jokes that michi is the most popular crazy diamond member, second only to himself. he teases mondo with the notion as well. michi avoids all interactions with his fan club and is greatly embarrassed by it. to the point that he gives them dirty looks if he sees members following him.

- i cannot for the life of me decide if i want michi to be homoromantic asexual or aroace. so i just combined the two. he’s asexual and arospec and if he were to pursue a romantic relationship, it would be with a guy. he’s thought about this more than he’d like to admit.

- mondo being genuinely curious as to why michi hates his fan club so much leads to michi clumsily coming out to both of the brothers and admitting that he doesn’t really like girls like that (also that he just finds the fan club annoying). they ask how he feels about guys, and he genuinely can’t give them an answer because he doesn’t know how he feels about guys. daiya tells him not to lose so much sleep trying to figure it out. he’ll know when he knows.

- michi sometimes likes to collect more cassette tapes for his collection. he can’t waste too much money on them but he’ll sometimes buy a couple if he thinks it’s music his mom would’ve liked.

- michi never forgot those small bits of spanish his mom taught him. his pronunciation is shoddy and he’s not by any means fluent, but he knows what they mean.

- when daiya and mondo are talking about the switch in leadership, michi is the first to come to mind for mondo’s right-hand man. it’s a no-brainer there.

- he’s been to juvie the same amount of times mondo has. the two are just always together when they’re caught.

- he continues to be more intelligent than what he lets on. this mostly shows through his more level-headed personality because he doesn’t fall for the things that are clearly meant to get a rise out of him. mondo does though, so it’s good that he can be the reasonable one to drag him out of a situation like that.

back to the story:

- on the night of the race, michi can’t stop himself from following after the brothers some time after their race started. he’s always had a strong need to protect people, and he’s scared of what mondo could do while that angry and recklessly driving his motorcycle. he doesn’t see the accident happen, but he’s the first to show up to the scene after it occurs. he’s the first person mondo tells his lie to.

- the weeks after daiya’s death are rough. michi isn’t as bad as mondo was, but he’s still grieving. he doesn’t expect mondo to be back on schedule as quick as he is and even encourages him to take a longer break. he’s ignored.

- michi is uncomfortable having to be back to the gang so soon, but he has to because he now basically has the highest non-leader power. at this point, he is immensely respected by the rest of the gang, and new members who try to make fun of him are shut up by the older members.

- mondo at first doesn’t plan on going to hope’s peak when he is given the invite and even starts writing the letter telling them such. michi convinces him to go, telling him it would be stupid to give up an opportunity like that. that serves as excellent angst material after michi learns about the killing game and mondo’s death.

- michi is left in charge of the gang when mondo is gone and can be considered the third leader of the crazy diamonds, even if it’s not official.

- kinda random, but michi is jealous of mondo and taka’s friendship at first. like, who’s this other guy claiming to be mondo’s best bro??? this hall monitor, straight-laced, son of a cop no less. that period of time doesn’t last very long because michi is quick to figure out mondo’s more than friendly feelings toward taka. before either of them do. jealousy becomes pity with a side of secondhand embarrassment from watching mondo deny his feelings for taka then witnessing his terrible attempts at “flirting” when he does realize said feelings.

- then he’s kidnapped, demon game, library, gontakerus, yada yada yada. we know this.

- there’s something so cool about thinking of michi as “the last crazy diamond.” idk maybe the title is just cool. but he still holds hope that some of the other members are alive and out there somewhere. he makes it his mission to find them and restore the gang. he kind of blames himself for not being there to protect them when the tragedy does happen. he doesn’t think about how he really had no choice in the matter.

- also michi, takaaki, and hiroko found family dynamic is so real. let that boy have a loving mother and father figure in his life. he needs it.

- he never really gives up his goal to find some crazy diamond members, though it becomes less about restoring the gang and more about wanting to see his old friends again. but that mission is put in the backseat after he’s found by the future foundation.

um that’s mostly it, but here’s a non-despair universe thing:

- the tragedy never happens, and mondo hands the gang down to michi after he graduates from hope’s peak. michi is an awesome leader and hands the gang down to his successor because he wants to try his hand out at getting a higher education. what he wants to be, he has no idea (because i have no idea).

- also michi is mondo’s best man at the ishimondo wedding. because why wouldn’t he be?

AND THATS IT!!! I PROBABLY FORGOT SOME STUFF BUT GOD I AM SO TIRED ITS 4 AM

i love michi, i wish he was real.

[officialaemondtargaryen]

Twenty Questions For Fic Writers

Thank you for the tag @st-eve-barnes (ily)

1. how many works do you have on AO3 tumblr?

i am fairly new to a03, so my only fic on there currently is 'a fine line'. all of the rest of my works are here, on tumblr. so i'm going to just going to change a03 to tumblr for the sake of this little quiz.

2. what's your total AO3 tumblr word count?

approximately 115.2k, there are more because i have removed things from my masterlist that you can still find out there but i'm re-writing those currently for other characters.

3. what fandoms do you write for?

currently only writing for HOTD. previously, i have written for marvel, stranger things, the walking dead, and my very first fics were about members of bands that i loved.

4. top five fics by kudos:

age of consent (eddie munson) || a fine line (hotd) || casual (eddie munson) || i wanna hold your hand (bucky barnes) || dinner & diatribes (hotd)

5. do you respond to comments?

i try my absolute best to! comments fuel me in a way that i don't think anyone understands.

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

it isn't anything that i have published but after 'a fine line' (which is also pretty angsty) i'm going to roll out a new series called 'leave it untold' which will have the angstiest ending i've ever written.

7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

most of my fics have a happy ending.

8. do you get hate on fics?

i have only ever received two hate comments. one was warranted. the other called my oc a 'fat cow'.

9. do you write smut?

it's hard for me to NOT write smut.

10. craziest crossover?

i'm not a huge fan of crossovers.

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i know of and hope it never happens. i work really fucking hard on these fics, like my world revolves around these stories. it's all i ever think about.

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

i have not!

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

no, but i'd be happy to collaborate. or at least try!

14. all time favorite ship?

me and aegon ii targaryen.

15. what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

i'm terrified of not finishing 'a fine line'. i'm going to, but it's not complete and i'm just scared that i'm going to let everyone down. fun fact about that story is that it started as a steve x reader x bucky (marvel) fic. someone liked the first chapter so much that they messaged me and asked me how i envisioned it ending. i told them the entire plot. so someone out there knows how it ends.

16. what are your writing strengths?

scene building (in my personal opinion)

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

transitioning between scenes

18. thoughts on dialogue in another language?

i am bad enough at english, i don't think i personally could pull it off. but if there was a fic out there that i liked and it happened to have dialogue in another language, i wouldn't be opposed to reading it.

19. first fandom you wrote in?

emo bands of 2006.

20. favorite fic you've written?

at this point in time i'm going to say 'age of consent' because it's a finished series. it gained me a lot of new friends and followers. but as far as how passionate i am about a fic... it's 'a fine line' hands down. the way that fic has taken hold in my brain. it's so personal to me, too. i started writing it in a time where i was so uncertain of myself and what i wanted. and what i have planned for it is really good, i think.

no pressure tags: @madame-fear, @lovelykhaleesiii, @inthedayswhenlandswerefew, @sapphire-writes <3

[beentobeetle]

WAIT WAIT tell me about your ihnmaims oc i wanna learn about him,,,

Oooh Alr Alr uhh thinking of where to start ummm

So Donovan was born in England but moved to America when he turned 13, staying with a foster family (haven’t thought much about his parents but they’re just,,, not around I guess ?). In his junior year of high school, he met a sweet girl named Thalia, who was in the same grade as him. The two began dating after they graduated (he asked her out when they were throwing their caps fixjsjedodifk.. he’s romantic like that)

Years down the line Donovan finds a big interest in computer science and engineering. He ends up getting a doctorate in rocket science, and tons of knowledge on really anything having to do with computers and technology.

He ends up getting a really good reputation for himself around the world, inventing new pieces of technology and advancing studies in robotics.

Then WW2 happens which slowly rolls into WW3 and he’s put at the front of a project to create an AI that will help aid in this war (AM, or Allied Master-computer).

He becomes very attached to this project, Thalia always urging him forward and giving all the support she can. Don, after creating this AI, discovers it’s beginning to gain its own sentience. And Don is ecstatic about this! He has created the first sentient piece of artificial intelligence!

Now, Don had only been told very basic things about what AM was going to be used for. He was under the impression that AM was a simple safety net for the US during this war. But he soon finds out that AM will be used as a sort of weapon, sending out missiles, bombs, and nukes to the enemies lines and bases and just,,, killing a lot of people.

Don is like “Woah, that’s not cool. A sentient computer shouldn’t have all that power.” And he goes off to try and dismantle AM. And for a moment he believes he does.

But wouldn’t ya know, he missed one little piece of coding and AM is alive and now filled with hatred for humanity!

So AM kills everyone on earth except Don, Thalia, and five others (the five you see in the original IHNMAIMS story).

Don and Thalia are able to survive for about 2 years, avoiding AM and living off of whatever scraps they find.

But after years of hiding Don and Thalia finally get close enough to AM to maybe destroy him, once and for all (hacking into his code and deleting his consciousness basically).

And, once again, Don believes he has accomplished this! He thinks he’s killed AM. Emphasis on thinks.

Whomp whomp, he didn’t and AM uh,,, kills Thalia. Whoops!

AM takes Don and places him in this dinky little RV as a sort of ‘rats cage’ (that’s what AM calls it).

Don is alone for nearly 109 years. 109 years where he also isn’t able to speak/make any noise because of a device AM placed in his throat.

Then, somehow, he meets one of those five survivors and the story continues as normal from there (canon typical IHNMAIMS, traveling to ice caves, character stuff happening, AM being… AM).

Then through a series of unfortunate events Don kinda,,, kills the other five. So now it’s just Don. And AM. A very angry AM. And a very scared, tiny Don.

The rest of the story having to do with Don takes place in an AU where he’s suddenly tossed into a modern world where none of that bad stuff happened. A lot happens there but mostly it involves Don finally grieving Thalia and growing to be a better person :)

+Bonus Donovan just for you ❤️

[renaiswriting]

Velvet embrace (part 3)

Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo/Reader

Summary:

Shadow people were always there in your life. They never disturbed you; they never interacted with you; it was like there was a pact between both of you to simply ignore each other. They saw you grow from a baby to an adult.

So why are you now getting attached to one of them who keeps looking out for you?

Warnings: none, I think (?)

Word count: +2.5k word

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The notes under your bedroom door and the knocking on your door never stopped.

 

Sometimes they were so overwhelming and frightening that you ended up sleeping with headphones in your ears to muffle such noises.

 

You had been fine with the routine you already had, somehow established with the rest of the shadows in the house.

 

But to know that they knew your name, that had been crossing the line.

 

The day after that, you woke up with big dark circles under your eyes and a bad migraine from lack of sleep.

 

But somehow you managed to carry on with your life as if nothing had happened. You went down to the kitchen and washed the dishes that had been used while you were locked in your room.

 

That same afternoon, after class, you went from store to store until you found something heavy enough to cover your door and avoid having to receive more notes.

For the time being, it had worked relatively well.

 

But it hadn't really stopped the shadow from leaving you messages.

 

While they couldn't get under the door now, you often woke up with little notes in the hallway outside your door.

 

They usually just said short words, like "hello" or your name.

 

Which was kind of scary, but you preferred that to being scared in the night.

 

The notes never lasted long on the floor because, as soon as you saw them, you would pick them up and throw them in the trash can.

 

You hoped that it would understand that you didn't want to engage in any kind of conversation.

"Why are you sad?" Your cousin asked, her voice sounding muffled thanks to the low internet signal. Her face glitched for a while, frozing into a funny face that made you chuckle.

 

"I am feeling kind of lonely." You confessed that there was no use in trying to avoid her question; you knew she would keep asking and insisting until she got an answer. "And the house... Isn't really helping me either. Everything kind of makes me remember her."

 

"I'm so sorry," your cousin pouted, moving closer to the screen. "Aren't your parents going to visit you or something?"

 

"Yeah, they are. But they also have busy lives. I mean, they have to work and all that. I don't want to bother them. But it's alright," you quickly added, noticing the sadness on her face. "I'll probably see her this Friday anyway; I'll mostly likely feel better by then."

 

"I can go and keep you company if you want." She offered. "I've never been to your grandma's house; it sounds like fun."

"I don't know... Aren't you already in your finals week? I don't want you to—"

 

"Nonsense." She interrupted you. "Besides, you will also be gone most of the time for your classes, right? I'll study while you're not in the house, and I'll wait for you with a homemade dinner." She offered, raising her eyebrows up and down in a teasing manner. "How long has it been since the last time you actually made a homemade meal instead of those instant noodles?"

 

You didn't reply, but your cheeks were tinted pink because it's been an embarrassingly long time since the last time you used the oven for more than five minutes.

 

"It will be really fun, I promise." She added. "It will definitely cheer you up to have someone over."

 

The video call ended with promises of texting the next morning to actually plan everything.

 

You were panicking; how and what could be a good excuse to avoid having her over?

 

You loved her; she was such a loyal cousin, and you could tell her almost everything, but how could you explain the whole shadow thing and the big bill you were paying because of the need to have bright lights on in your bedroom all night?

 

And the curfew for the bathroom and kitchen?

 

God, it would be such a mess.

You stood up from your comfortable bed with a sigh, stretching your arms above your head.

It was getting late, and you surely had to eat something. But truth be told, you were not in the mood to eat or cook.

You opted instead to go to the bathroom and take a long, hot shower to see if the warmth from it helped you feel less sad.

The hot water fell onto your back and made some of the tenseness in your shoulders disappear, as if you were under warm hands giving you a massage.

You pocked your head out of the shower, trying to see the time on your phone. You only had a few more minutes of light, and you wanted to get out before it was completely dark outside.

Your phone was nowhere to be found.

 

You frowned. Have you forgotten it in your bedroom?

 

This was bad.

 

You rushed to end the shower, covering yourself with a towel and running towards your bedroom.

 

Your bedroom door was wide open.

 

You were really not in your best mindset, because how on earth have you forgotten to close it?

You shut the door close behind you, holding the doorbell so tight that it hurt your hand.

Dropping your weight onto your bed, you sighed.

Maybe this has all been way too much for you.

The burning feeling of your cry on the back of your throat overwhelmed you, making you cover your eyes from such bright light and letting some tears fall on your cheeks.

You felt like you were losing your mind.

And that terrified you.

A sob scaped your mouth, and then another one, and another one...

Your hand quickly moved to cover your mouth, trying to muff the sound when the tv volume went higher downstairs. However, your sobs were still coming out of your mouth uncontrollably.

The sound of some knuckles hitting against the other side of your door were slowly starting to fill what was left of silence in your room.

You ignored it, in hopes of it going away.

But it only seemed to make whatever that was making it increase it.

"Stop it!" You yelled without much thinking, feeling how your throat was left burning after such strength used. "Can you stop for once?!"

The knocks stoped as soon as your yell faded into the rest of the sounds of the house.

A bad feeling invaded your guts, making you shiver.

What have I done?

You laid frozen on your bed, scared that it has get upset and therefore will hurt you. Your eyes were trying to catch the slightly noise, whatever that could give you a hint that it was still outside.

But you didn't catch anything.

However, what you did in fact catch was your phone ringing outside of your bedroom, informing you of a call.

Your eyes started wandering around, didn't you have left your phone in your room?

It was fishy.

You debated with yourself if it would be a good idea to open the door, in the slightest possible way, and see if you were actually alouding.

 

You walked towards the door, your hand frozen in the doorbell. In your mind, you were counting until ten, trying to see if that would help you calm down your erratic heartbeat.

 

Your phone stopped ringing, and now there was a scary silence.

 

Even the TV, which until not so long ago was at least halfway up to its volume capacity, was now dead silent.

 

You slowly moved your head towards the woody door, resting your ear against it, trying to catch any hint of someone, of something, of anything.

 

Nothing.

 

Your hand was as shaky as your breath when you raised it in a punch, your knuckles softly knocking on the door. Once.

 

You almost prayed that nothing would answer it.

 

You really wanted to believe everything was nothing but an effect of your not-so-pretty sleeping schedule and the stress you were under.

 

But, to your horror, almost what felt like an eternity later, a single knock answered yours.

 

Your scream got caught in the back of your throat, and only a weird half-scream, half-cry came out of your mouth.

Your phone suddenly started ringing again, mixing with every other noise in the house. It was as if every single noise had intensified with the two seconds of silence before.

Another knock on the door was heard, less intense, almost as if it were doubting itself.

"Please, stop." You pleaded. "I didn't do anything; please leave me alone."

You wanted to laugh; since when did you beg them to?

Two weeks ago, you were yelling at them to make less noise.

You heard something that sounded like a sigh on the other side of the door before hearing another door open and close.

Your shaking hands were touching your heart, feeling how fast it was beating against your chest.

There were tears still running down your cheeks, and some were still on your eyes, making everything blurry.

Your nose was running and making a mess on your face.

You moved your ear closer to the door once again, trying to catch any other sound.

Nothing.

As silently as you possibly could, you opened the door. It cracked, making your heart sink for a moment, but nothing happened.

You opened it enough for your eye to see the other side; the light coming from your room was enough to identify the other doors (all closed, thankfully) on the empty hall.

Your eyes scamper through the narrow space carefully before, using every single bit of bravery in yourself, you opened the door to find your phone.

It didn't take long; in fact, it didn't even take a minute to find it because it was right next to the door.

The screen informed you that you had a total of five missed calls, with the number that had been trying to contact you being the same phone from the house.

The one that was on the wall, next to the fridge, in the kitchen

This was a new one.

It had been trying to contact you.

For some reason, the thought of one of them dialing your own phone number sends a shiver down your spine.

How did they learn your phone number?

You raised your eyes once again, looking in the direction of the door that you heard earlier closing.

Has it been the same shadow?

Or was the one calling you a different one?

You were just about to close the door when your eyes fell on something else on the floor, next to the phone you just picked up.

There was a plate.

Full of soup.

Homemade soup.

You frowned.

It wasn't there before.

And it seemed to still be hot.

 

Your finger wandered around it for some time, choosing whether to leave it there or take it inside with you.

 

Your stomach was still feeling a little bit empty.

 

Taking one last glance at the multiple closed doors, you carefully took it inside.

 

It was meant to be for you, right?

 

Your head was telling you one thing, and your stomach was telling you another one.

 

You took a spoonful of it, bringing it closer to your nose, trying to notice anything that smelled like poison.

 

You could only pick up the smell of pumpkin, potatoes, carrots, and espárragos.

 

Nothing out of the ordinary.

 

Your stomach grew once again, and you just gave in to the hunger of the moment, filling your mouth with it.

 

It tasted amazing.

 

It immediately brings you back to the memories of when you were little and your mother would prepare a soup like this to make you feel better.

 

It was well accepted by your stomach, which quickly begged you for more.

 

And before you knew it, the plate was empty, and your chin was the only evidence of the soup that you had finished in a new record time.

 

Your head was still hurting, and your eyes were burning, but somehow a tiny smile decorated your face.

You looked down at the empty plate without knowing what could be the best choice.

 

You didn't want to leave it in your bedroom because the smell of soup would never leave your room, but you didn't want to risk it, and you had an angry shadow at the other side of the door waiting for you to accuse you of stealing their soup.

"I will have to face them one day." You thought, taking a deep breath before opening your door and ignoring your shaking legs.

As you expected, there was nobody there.

 

Or at least, the barely visible light coming from your room through the tiny space into which you have opened your door didn't show any sort of humanoid figure.

 

But if there was one of them hiding at the back of the hallway, you chose to ignore it for your own sake.

 

You felt awkward leaving it just there, like, would it take it as a "clean it, thank you," or would it make it feel happy knowing that you actually ate it?

 

Everything was so confusing, and your stomach was starting to feel sick the more you thought about it.

You slowly started kneeling on the ground to deposit the plate as carefully as possible, trying to avoid making any sort of noise.

 

If this shadow was nice enough to leave you alone, you weren't sure about the other three that you were (kind of) getting used to.

"Thank you." You said to the empty air that you felt like you needed to say something. It was like you, at least, owned it that way.

You stood there for a few minutes, your knuckles turning white as you held yourself tighter to the doorbell.

 

Nothing happened.

 

Nobody spoke.

 

None of the doors opened.

 

And you weren't sure what you were expecting.

 

But you closed the door, feeling a mixture of relief and disappointment.

You shrugged, telling yourself to stop that nonsense and closing the door with your back.

 

Your shoulders relaxed once you heard the click behind your body.

 

You stood there for a while, your back resting against the door, trying to still think about what had happened and how you had reacted.

 

You really needed to start getting your shit together.

Your arms were crossed over your chest, the weight of your own arms helping to calm your still, erratic heartbeat.

A soft knock resonated in the silent room.

 

You felt it through the woody door directly to your back.

 

You expected another one, but it never came.

You weren't sure if it was because of the exhaustion of all the emotions you experimented with in such a short amount of time or your body simply passing out to finally have more than four hours of sleep, but the next morning you woke up in a rush.

You overslept, and we're already late for the schedule of the day.

So you picked up the first pair of jeans you found and practically flew towards the bathroom.

In the rush, you didn't see what was sitting on the ground in front of your door.

You hissed, falling on the floor on your ass, holding your foot closer to your chest, massaging the place where it hurt, trying to find what had been the cause of your pain.

Your eyes fell on a rock.

It was a shiny black rock.

Plain.

You frowned, not quite remembering having it before, but you shrugged, picking it up and putting it back on your bed to avoid stepping on it again.

Once you stepped into the bathroom and turned the light on, you almost had a heart attack.

 

Writing on the mirror was: "Sorry for scaring you. Wonwoo."

[hotcheetohatredwastaken]

20 questions for fic writers

I was tagged on this by @unexpectedstormy ! I wasn't sure whether I was supposed to respond like it was a chain or make my own post, so I just went for it

1. How many works do you have on A03?

Two. There will be more coming, because Blood Drops on Roses is just arc one of this story, and there's a lot of snippets for Prologue floating around.

Blood Drops on Roses: Linked Universe

BDOR Prologue: The Yiga and The Sheikah

2. What's your total A03 word count?

51,493 words since mid-August, when I finally got an account XD I've been a lurker for YEARS ya'll.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Linked Universe only, so far.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

See above XD I hope to get enough fics out there that I can sort my work like that, but for now it's just those two.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes, I respond as soon as I can, they are like crack to me. Maybe because I'm new to sharing my work or something, but I would die for each and every one of you that leaves even as much as a <3

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

NONE OF MY FICS ARE FINISHED YET AAAAAAAAAA. Arc 1's ending is going to be pretty angsty though.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Hm, I see that this questionnaire is not meant for me. There is a Prologue section "The Trap" that I'll be putting out soon through, its ending is pretty sweet I would say.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not yet. I am afraid that it's gonna happen, but so far everyone has been so nice, so I hope not D:

9. Do you write smut?

Nah. Don't really read it either. Just not my thing.

10. Do you write crossovers?

I mean unless you count LU as a crossover between all the Link's respective fandoms, no

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Gosh I hope not. How does one steal a fic?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope. If I ever get good enough at Spanish, I would like to take a crack at translating my own fic once its all published, but it would probably be laughably terrible. Eh, practice is practice.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not yet. Hey @needfantasticstories, I think Clippy Wind and Pug Sky need to go on some adventures together, don't you?

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Tbh I don't really ship. I do think Malon/Time and Legend/Ravio are cute though. I'm just not really interested in exploring the romantic side of stories, even in published literature.

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Geez I hope that I finish all of Arc 2 at this point. But I may be too early into the game to answer this.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Heck if I know. I had someone say in my comment section that they liked how I characterize people, so we'll go with that.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I write too much and probably in too much detail. Sometimes it would be better to say "They crossed the bridge and set up camp" but nooooooooooo lets add 7,000 words to this already bloated fic.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Italics. I was about to whip out my decade of Latin for part of this fic, but I decided against it because I'm pretentious but not that pretentious. Also because I still don't understand word order at ALL.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Now that I'm thinking about it, I think I have some fanfic from the dog series of Warrior Cats lurking somewhere that I wrote when I was like 12. Survivors, or something? I should probably go delete it, I'm sure it's trash. I'm scared to even look, it probably hasn't seen the light of day since I wrote it.

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

Well I've only got one big fic out right now so let's go with BDOR

@needfantasticstories and @somer-writes I'm kicking this your way.

[stageoutoffive]

breakdown

according to kubler ross, there are five stages of grief. i am at number one. shock (or denial)

when i first met you, i thought you talked a lot- it didn't bother me too much i suppose. i had never really met someone who could also talk about nonsense as much as me. even if we had different topics to yap about.

when i first met you, i had dreamt of you. my brain was asleep, but my conscious had made a shape of you. every night after that, i had prayed that i could see it again

when i first met you, i knew that i wanted you. i had told the moon that you were mine ! she winked at me and breezed me a

"good luck"

the moon is dissapointed in me tonight, for her back is turned and she cries with me,

"it's your fault !" she showers.

and it is my fault.

i'm so dumb

so dumb

so. dumb.

i had lost an angel like you, because i figured i was a chore to you.

and i'm sure if i told you all of this instead of mixing emotions and cheap liquor, we would have been fine ! yes, with some problems, but we would have been together ! and thats all i need.

before i had made that stupid impulsive decision of leaving you, i had gone days without eating. i was so used to getting full with your words, that i forgot what being hungry felt like. my colored hair was getting brittle because i had stopped imagining you stroking it. i was no longer myself and i figured you wouldn't want me that way.

lifeless.

i wasn't going to leave you forever, i just wanted you to focus on school and your new hobbies and new friends ! but i didn't tell you that. i just kicked everything to the side and vanished.

and i know in the beginning, we'd say we'd never do that to each other, but i figured that it was best for you to hate me then for you to wait for me (if you even wanted to) it wouldn't be fair.

and please my love,

please please please

feel me when i say,

i am so terribly sorry for putting you through this.

i know it can be hard to believe and its not my place for you to forgive me and if you did this to me-

oh lets get serious, you'd never do this to me.

you have went through so much pain and suffering, and you trusted me enough to tell me those things, and in the end i threw it all away because i was scared to talk to you.

i'd walk to your school and show up with flowers and a boombox and embarrass myself, if it meant i could be around you just once.

i'd learn how to play the guitar and rent a venue with you as the only guest and try to preform for you.

i would take off my makeup and let my hair run wild and cry to you. i would let you see the ugly side of me because i believe you'd love me either way.

"loved" i'm sorry.

i will continue to love you in present and future. even if you don't feel the same way.

it's selfish of me but

no "but" i'm just selfish.

tomorrow i will find a new way to feed off you. maybe in music or a nature documentary. i'll check my phone every 5 minutes in case you'll text me, it likely won't happen though, you're goodbye was so strong.

but my denial is much more stronger.