#it does hurt to cause characters pain and yet i still do it lol

[ambrosialdesire]

bounded

18+ DARK CONTENT BELOW, MINORS + BLANK BLOGS DNI

pairing: s4 eren x fem!reader word count: 2.5k warnings + tags: general yandere and obsessive themes, unhealthy relationships, one-sided pining, childhood friends, p*rn w/ plot, non-con, manipulation, guilt-tripping, loss of virginity, forced fingering, forced f oral sex, vaginal sex, bounded hands (kinda), panty-gag, praise & degradation, slight edging, spitting, hair-pulling, forced cheating, all characters are 18+ synopsis: ignoring the romantic feelings of the man you thought was your beloved childhood best friend was never your intention, but you should have given eren a shot. maybe then you wouldn't be begging for forgiveness underneath the star-filled sky. a/n: continuation of boundless, as requested by many anons hehe so this is just straight up smut, mostly cause i'm still practicing how to write it. no i will not write a third part of this little series but i will accept asks about it just like any other fic i've written. i also reached over 500 likes since the start of this blog and i wanna thank y'all sm for the support!! i really didn't expect this much love towards my silly writing and i'm really grateful to be able to share a small piece of what i like to do. have fun with the read! i would love some feedback on the smut and how to improve it cause i feel like it's not up to par lol note: please keep in mind of the tags above and do not proceed if triggering or uncomfortable, especially if you are a minor!! do not read my or any other writers' dark content if you are underaged. this is a fictional work and does not reflect irl morals, do not believe this is how a real romance works or functions.

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A good god would never hurt their creations.

A good god would never bestow pain, sickness, or selfishness within their creations.

A good god would be morally just.

If there was a god here, they wouldn't have created this hellhole called Paradis. If there was one, what a cruel and merciless creator they'd be for letting thousands upon thousands of cannibalistic monsters live across the land.

No amount of written literature or street-wide sermons could convince you that any sort of higher being would create this generational agony out of the kindness of their heart. What was the lesson that humanity needed to learn? Why create this animosity towards the beings that you supposedly love?

You believed in no god. No merciful god was able to exist on this forsaken island.

Yet as Eren pressed the pads of his fingertips against the nub of your clit, the pleading incantations for something or someone — anyone — could not cease from spilling out from behind the cloth.

He sighed in annoyance but still rubbed it in slow circles. "I'd love to hear your voice but you know the rules up here. You don't want to get in trouble do you?"

The amount of pressure around your wrists tightened to the point that you thought he was going to break them, hot tears spilling out of your cheeks. To the best of your ability, you tried relaxing but your legs tensed and squeezed around Eren's waist as he began to pick up the pacing. You wanted to believe that he wouldn't hurt you, the dearest boy that you've loved ever since the two of you were little.

"Good girl." He quietly praised under his breath and you couldn't help but feel your heart ignorantly skip from those simple words, parts of his now-long brown hair falling over his eyes as he focused on your lower half.

His eyes had always reminded you of a clear morning sky, bright and confidently focused on the future ahead of him. You've adored those turquoise-blue eyes of his for years, admiration running through your veins whenever you shared a look with him. Now as you were able to catch a glance of them as he played with your now-throbbing clit, only dread crawled up your spine.

He was unrecognizable, a build-up of years of pain and resentment rippling off in a dark stormy sky. This was someone who simply existed to get revenge, tearing through everything to get what he wanted in the end.

This man wasn't your best friend. This man was not your Eren. This was no longer the boy that you playfully chased after over hills and through alleys. Whoever this was on top of you is a stranger.

A monster.

A demon.

He began to dip two of his fingers into your hole, a small shudder of breath escaping you as he slowly pushed one of his digits in. "Fuck, you're tight. That asshole doesn't know what the hell he's doing with you."

It hurt, the stretch from only two of his lithe fingers was foreign to your body. The sound of them going in and out with the slightest sounds of squelching made you cringe internally.

Your boyfriend never touched you once, both you and him promised to save each other until marriage. The idea gave you comfort at the time that no matter what, this fight will be worth it in the end. Since the Titans started to slowly thin out, the chance of finally starting a family with him became even more likely. It seemed that the world thought otherwise, digging its claws deep within your flesh. You shook your head towards Eren, who raised a confused eyebrow before grinning ear-to-ear.

"Don't tell me he never touched you?" He let go of your wrists and the warmth of his hand left from between your thighs. You thought he was letting you go scot-free. The two of you would just forget this night ever happened and go back to pretending that you were the best of friends. Unfortunately, you thought wrong.

Once Eren got an idea in his head, it was difficult to convince him otherwise.

He suddenly grabbed your waist, pulling your lower body close to his face, your legs dangling on-top of his shoulders. His arms tightly wrapped around your stomach and held you upside down, blood rushing to your head. You struggled around for a little bit, confusion and terror melding into your expression before he pressed his mouth against your hardened clit and sucked.

"He's missing out then." He groaned and the vibrations shot through your body, hands gripping at the blanket underneath you. Like a starved man, he lapped up your fluids like it was going to be his last meal. You felt dizzy, from the position you were in and how feverishly focused he was as he continued to lick your folds. A muffled whine came out of your mouth as his tongue started to tease around your slick opening, your head shaking back and forth as you stared at him with scared eyes.

Eren ignored you, squeezing your body even closer to his, tongue now slipping in. He started to hold you with one arm and reached over to play with your clit as he prodded the muscle in you, your legs squeezing around his head. You tried to ignore the pulse in your core when you felt him press against your back, the tears coming back in full force. Never in years have you felt this powerless, especially when it was coming from the very person that you've always looked highly upon.

You felt disgusted as his saliva intertwined with your slick began to drip down your pussy, the flesh becoming glistened in the moonlight. Feeling his fingers soon dip in along with his tongue had you loudly exhale into the gag, your legs shaking as the tips of his fingers brushed against a particular spot with you. He kept poking and prodding till you could feel a heavy pressure build up in the pit of your stomach, an exploding desire to finally release something in your body had your eyes tightly closed shut.

You tried imagining the man that was enjoying you was your boyfriend, that this was your honeymoon and that he was the one that was pleasing you. Yet your body and mind refused to think picture him. The hands and fingers that touched you was far too calloused to be his. The hair that brushed against your inner thighs was too long. The body against yours was more muscular than his.

No matter what you tried to deny, this was Eren. Completely and wholly Eren.

A throaty groan made your whole body tense up and your eyes shoot back open. Eren finally pulled away from your lower half, his eyes half-lidded and dazed with lust. You were in a haze, confused and partially irritated that the pleasure was suddenly stopped, leaving you horridly unsatisfied. His mouth was covered with your fluids and you watched him run a tongue over his lips, a grin forming as he knew what you were thinking.

"I wanna feel you cum on my mouth another time. If I waited any longer, I would've came in my pants." He teased, letting you finally rest flat back on the blanket. You heard the click of his belt and the shuffle of his pants being pulled down, his lower half settling back in-between you.

"Watch me put it in." You shook your head in refusal and closed your eyes once more, but he didn't take that response well from the way he grabbed the top of your head and pulled at the hair roughly for you to look down.

"I said watch." He bore his teeth at you as tears formed in the corners of your eyes, the pain making you open them back up. You wished that you kept them closed, your breaths beginning to quicken as you realized his cockhead was getting close to your entrance.

It was a pretty cock, not too girthy nor was it too short. The tip was flushed a soft pink from what you could see in the moonlight, already dripping and glossy with precum. Tufts of dark brown hair trailed down towards the base of it and there was a shadow of a protruding vein that you were able to see on the side of his shaft.

Eren used his other hand to align himself to your hole, and you begrudgingly watched and felt him slowly sheath himself into your pussy. Agony was the first sensation that shot through your body, hands twisting the filthy sheet underneath you. The stretch burned your core and you painfully whined against the gag.

"Fuck — fuckkk — you're so warm and tight." He moaned as he released his hand from your hair. You felt grateful that he hadn't made any sudden movements, letting you at least adjust to the insertion. Perhaps there was still some form of compassion in the man you knew.

His hands went to your hips, gripping and kneading around the fat. You could feel him shaking, his cock twitching against your walls. Eren was never good at restraining himself and it showed, a muffled cry slipping out of you as he began to thrust without warning. You watched as his dick rhythmically slid in and out of you, splitting you in two.

"You're fucking mine, you hear me?" He hissed as he continued to rapidly plunge into your slopping cunt. You let out a muted cry as the palm of his hand made contact against the side of your ass, a stinging pain forming. "From the moment we were kids to now, you were and have always been mine."

He was relentless as he pounded into your pussy, every thrust caused sharp but muffled moans into the gag. You wanted to fight back but when you looked back into his eyes, your heart sank down to the pit of your stomach.

Desperation.

The most recognizable expression you've witnessed on others on numerous occasions. He fucked you like it was the last thing he'd ever get to do, as if this was a necessity. The tormented expression in his face, the way he bit down on his lip and dug his nails into your hips. No doubt he felt guilty for taking you like this, it was like he had no other option left.

His fingers reached over in between your lips and ripped out your spit-soaked panty, tossing it to the side. You took in heavy gulps of fresh air before he pressed his lips against yours, sloppily rubbing his tongue against yours. It was like he was trying to devour you whole, almost taking the air away from your lungs.

Eren pulled away with a pant, letting you moan out to the world without any more obstruction. "You're a cruel bitch, ignoring my feelings for years like this. Running to some bastard that'll never understand you."

His hips started to slam angrily against yours and reflectively, you wrapped your legs around his waist tightly. You could feel the tip of his cock nudging and poking against your cervix, whines slipping out of your lips as he continued to push his dick against it.

"E-eren, I'm s-sorry." You begged, tears pricking at the edges of your eyes, hoping that he'd ease up on your poor hole. You heard him breathily scoff at your weak apology.

"Yeah? You're sorry?" He half-heartedly laughed and put one of his hands under your jaw, squeezing your cheeks together. "If you're really sorry, open your mouth for me then slut."

You hesitantly obeyed, confused with his request but at least he stopped thrusting so violently. He grinned cockily and spat on your tongue, your face contorting to a grimace as you felt the warm and thick liquid rest on the surface. You wanted to spit it out, almost gagging as it was nearly sliding down your throat but Eren stopped you from turning your head to eject it out.

"Swallow it." He absolutely lost his mind if he thought you were going to do that. You glared at him but he simply smiled smugly, running his fingers through your hair, lightly tugging at the strands.

"Swallow it and I won't cum in you." The second he said that, your blood ran cold, eyes widening in fear. He can't be serious, can he? This was Eren you were talking about, of course he'd be serious.

You hated this, you hated how it felt like you knew him but at the same time, knew nothing about him at all.

With one swift motion, you swallowed and started coughing, trying not to throw up the dinner you had nearly an hour ago. He pried open your mouth with his fingers, checking as if you really did do it and kissed you once more after he finished his inspection.

"Good, you're doing so good." He whispered into your ear as he rolled his hips, plunging you once more with his cock. You unintentionally squeezed him as he angled himself more to hit a spongy spot within your cunt, a dragged out moan coming out as the tip rubbed it.

"You like that, you whore?" You nodded wordlessly as you rolled your head back, pleasure swimming in your muddled brain. You could feel his fingers slip in-between your drenched pussy, curling against your throbbing clit.

"Ha— What would your boyfriend think? His so-called innocent girlfriend being a filthy cock-slut for her best friend." He teased as he rolled his fingertips around the nub, your core clenching around him. You wanted to tell him off — to stop mentioning your boyfriend — but you were so close to that release from earlier that you couldn't focus on what he was saying about him.

You could feel Eren start to speed up, his thrusts becoming more deeper and erratic, his fingers moving faster and faster against your clit until you couldn't hold it in anymore. You could barely hear him tell you that you can do it, that he was almost there too. Your walls gripped around his moving cock and your vision went white, every single muscle in your body became pulled taut as you finally came.

He didn't stop throughout your orgasm, letting out a broken cry as he finally stopped moving. You felt nothing until he sat up and pulled away from your body, whining quietly as he slipped his now-soft cock out of your still-sensitive pussy. With that, you could feel a warm liquid spill out of your hole.

"You p-promised." You sobbed out in a whisper and he silently stroked the side of your face.

"I didn't promise you anything, but I meant what I said earlier. I love you, I won't let anyone or anything take you away from me. Not even fate will tear us apart." Eren laid next to you, your bodies sweaty and sticky. You couldn't stop crying, letting the tears fall down your face as you stared up at the night sky with him.

"I'll take care of you, okay? You won't need anyone else but me from now on." His calloused hand took in yours, interlocking his fingers with yours and holding it firmly.

"Me, you, and our baby. That's all that matters in the world." You couldn't help but cry aloud at that.

If there was a god, good or bad, may they never let this child live through this hell.

[xoxo-ren-xoxo]

ohh holy shit ren tell me abt pearl and scar in the apocalypse au. I haven’t read through all the posts abt it just the main explanation but tell me more. Who do you think breaks first out of mumbo and grian? Who stops trying first? ohhh what the hell you can’t keep doing this to me . Please keep doing it but like ohhhhh -🤖

HI IM SO EXCITED I GET TO TALK ABOUT THIS AU AGAIN

LONG POST AHEAD UNDER THE CUT:

Pearl: I put more info about the side/background characters here but something I didn't mention about her is that she is VERY protective of Grian, and when Mumbo causes Grian pain (unintentionally) she gets very angry and almost violent with him. She's always kind of around, even though she doesn't show herself very often. Most of the time she's out pretending to be human - either hunting humans or trying to learn more about them so she can blend in even better. She just kinda does it all so much better than Grian can, lol.

Scar: little freak of a man. He and Cub walked into a wormhole and came back Weird. Mumbo thinks Scar is dead because Grian can mimic his screams and Outsiders only tend to do that with dead people (because copying someone who is still alive is... kind of pointless). Scar and Mumbo were coworkers, and Scar sees Mumbo as a friend, but Mumbo is too much of a lonely little loser to realise he has friends. Anyway, Scar's genetic information got all shuffled about in that wormhole and now he's unusual. A bit vex-y. He might have a hunger for human flesh--

Who breaks first? Ermmmm. So I talked to Ange about this and... neither of us can actually remember. BUT I believe Mumbo breaks down about The Apocalypse and also Grian attacking him that one time. And. Stuff. Which causes Grian to push himself to look and act more human - which hurts him and eventually leads him to break down too, stealing Mumbo's crying sounds because he doesn't know how else to express his sorrow.

Grian abandons Mumbo because he doesn't want to scare him anymore, and he has a big breakdown in the middle of the woods alone, letting himself get hurt by other monsters. But eventually he returns to Mumbo when Mumbo is attacked by yet another monster. Pearl is properly introduced and is So Mad About These Idiots. But sees how much Grian cares and tries to get them to make up.

They try to reconcile but Mumbo eventually leaves in search of other humans - he can't just be around a monster forever. This is where he finds Xisuma and other survivors. Grian follows him. Eventually Mumbo finds Grian again and suggests they go to the suvivor's place together, with Grian disguised as a human. (Mumbo still doesn't really comprehend how much that Hurts Grian, but Grian complies anyway). And nothing bad happens (lie).

ANYWAY. THIS AU HAS A STONE GRIP ON ME AND ANGE. IT LIVES IN OUR HEADS RENT FREE.

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I have decided to rewatch the entire series over the hiatus with reviews. Whether anyone reads these will come with time haha but either way I’m doing it cause I think it’ll be fun with having s5 done and going back I’ll see things with totally different POV. Will credit all gifs I use to their original owners at the end of my reviews. All the gif makers in this fandom are the real MVPs ❤️ These reviews will mainly center around Chenford and development of Tim and Lucy through out the series , but I will throw in bits about the show as a whole too. Because I do love it as a whole as well. These may be long cause I have a lot to say haha anyway whoever sticks around and reads it I love you haha feel free to comment on these posts as well. Would love that. Alright here we go. Let us start where it all began the Pilot.

Some backstory like to add here for me. I’ve been with this show since it got green lit by ABC. I was a huge Nathan Fillion fan and wanted to follow him to his next show. Also I loved Eric from my teenage years. So my sisters were obsessed with Days of Our lives as teens. I had no interest in it till Eric entered the arena. I thought he was (and still is BTW) one of the most beautiful men I had ever seen. I was very interested in watching DOOL after that LOL if you didn’t know that tid bit about him before now you know. His name was Rex and he was shirtless quite a lot and had my rapt attention as a 14 year old girl. Lmao

Anyways Nathan and Eric were the reasons I started this show. I was excited Nathan had a new show and Eric was a bonus for me. I was so excited I remember watching the pilot on my phone during my lunch in the pool room of my job at the time. The pilot had me captivated and I knew this was going to be a great show.

First off like to start with I miss Nathan with some meat on his bones. I know he has to be in wicked good shape for this role. I just miss his ‘Castle’ form from s1.

Second like to talk about my girl Lucy Chen. Her characters entrance into the show is my fav of the pilot. Lucy has such BAMF intro. The ‘hot shot’ right off the bat. I will always love her opening appearance. That confident bad ass is what Tim sees in her day one. Why he’s so damn hard on her. She just doesn’t see that in herself it just yet. But hell of a start for her.

Then we have our first glimpse into Chenford. To that lightning in a bottle chemistry. Doing that thing Eric and Melissa do so damn well. Their silent communication with just their eyes and expressions. Saw this look between them and I was a goner.

‘Officer Bradford gets our hot shot ‘ He most definitely did in more ways than one. Has no idea how his entire world is about to shift with her in his life. I think he was very impressed with her. Thought she was a ‘hotshot’ because of the arrest that morning. But he couldn’t let her know or see that. Especially not on her first day with him and at this point in time ever.

Ah Tim s1- so very guarded his walls so high the Great Wall of China is put to shame. To me s1 Tim is a man in pain and its exuding out of him with every action he makes. He has no emotional support or outlet and it shows. It’s why Lucy entering his life was the best thing for him. Shook him out of his walking pain/anger. We get to see the first glimpse of the ‘Tim Tests’ Lucy is to endure.

She’s not even two seconds into her time with him before this occurs. He’s grilling her already. So hard on her right out the gate. Because he saw something in her. He was testing her in the harshest way. Being so hard because he was hurting not that a first time viewer would know that. Re-watching s1 Tim the man truly is hurting and lashing out with everything he does. He so damn gruff , angry and guarded, that he comes off like a tool cause well he was at this point.

You aren’t supposed to like him right now IMO. You only see him as this insensitive jerk. You have no more information at this point than this current impression . When you know his whole story rewatching him like this. All I see is a radioactively angry and hurt man. You’re not supposed to like him right here and now. He’s coming off as unreasonable grump of a man. Especially so when Lucy fails his first Tim Test. Which leads us to the gas station scene.

The ‘punishment’ he gives her just another test. To him it’s his way of proving to himself he’s right about her. He already knows she can take care of herself. He wanted to see it in action and Lucy delivers in spades. The pride is written all over his handsome face when she wins her fight. Then Isabel shows up…

Eric KILLS me in this scene. The way his eyes tear up. His whole body is trembling. You can hear his bated breath as he speaks to her. He goes from gruff T.O. to concerned husband in a flash. We get our first look into him as a character. That he’s more than just this hard ass T.O giving Lucy a hard time. That there is something going on behind the scenes for him and it’s deep.

I applaud Eric for this scene we get to see him become human and vulnerable for the first time. Not only that but be those things around Lucy for the first time. She’s already soft for him when she gets the glimpse into him as a person. Says she promises she won’t tell anyone. He quickly resolves it with his sharp reply to her saying ‘ Damn right you won’t’. He’s mad at himself for letting Lucy see even a glimmer of vulnerability. Can’t show her one damn crack in his rough T.O. exterior. (yet…). Pilot does such a good job setting up their dynamic, of everyone’s really but theirs is my focus of course in these reviews.

Lucy probably thinks he’s out to make her life hell. When really he’s seeing potential in her. As seen in the previous scene at the gas station. He’s hurting so naturally he’s going to throw himself into work. Not let Lucy waste this potential he sees in her. Because work and training her is something he can absolutely control unlike the situation with Isabel. We get to see Lucy apply one her lessons in their next scene together.

Tim kicking her out of the car earlier (Which at the time I’m sure she loathed )him doing so save ultimately ends up saving his life. When he gets shot and she’s able to relay where they are and get him to safety. Also how she defends them both until backup arrives. Reinforcing what he sees in her in the first place. She protects herself and Tim like a pro.

Some side notes I’ll probably make each ep. Probably non Chenford related. I always forget how much I loved Captain Zoe Anderson- she was only in the show for a short time but made a massive impact. She was such a fierce leader putting Grey in his place and her POV on Nolan.

Also Lucy being with Nolan in beginning. Even when first started watching. I was like nope. Don’t like this. They just didn’t work. I hate it every time I re-watch it I hate it LOL but it does show her pattern of things before Tim. Such as taking on relationships she knows will never work out. I.e. Nolan. Because she isn’t ready for such commitment or projects like Chris. Well that’s all she wrote for the pilot. Was fun to write this up. Will continue to do so through out the hiatus. 😊

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Detective Mickey Pilot P.6 (Finale)

It's done. It's finally done. Well actually not really. I still want to write an epilogue. But for the most part, it is done. And I think this is my favorite part of all. I want to thank everyone who has supported me. This was such a great writing experience and I learned so much. I can't believe this is my first completed fanfiction lol.

This won't be the last though. I have a couple more ideas set in the same world that I would love to explore.

I have a special treat that I hope to release alongside the epilogue. I also plan on sharing this story on my newly created AO3 account. Though, I plan to make a couple of edits when I do to make it a bit more consistent. Check it out when you get the chance.

Well that should be everything for now... Now it is time for the final part of the Detective Mickey Pilot...

Previous Part: X

Epilogue: X

Special Surprise:

Character Backstories - The Core Four: X

Character Backstories - The Sensational Side Characters: X

All Mickey could feel was pain. A throbbing nagging pain. He couldn’t really identify where it was coming from. It just felt like it was coming from… everywhere. He tried his best to open his eyes to see what looked like a… glove compartment? Is he in a car? Is it moving? He can’t tell. He groaned as an ache coursed through his head. Mickey could hear someone else talking but couldn’t catch everything they said. Something about a crash and a… tree. Ugh. It hurt to keep his eyes open. He quickly closed his eyes, unknowingly drifting back into unconsciousness. As Mickey opened his eyes once more, he caught sight of what looks to be… wood… the floor? But it was moving… Wait no… He is moving. He looked around and noticed he seemed to be carried by someone… No, not just someone. Him. The Phantom Blot being much larger was easily able to carry the mouse with just one arm wrapped around Mickey’s torso. Starting to finally get the bearings of what is going on, Mickey tried his best to struggle free, but found it difficult due to the pain still present in his body. His head really hurt.

The Phantom Blot chuckled at the mouse’s attempt. He joked about how it seems like his little friend is finally waking up. Maybe he’ll stay awake this time… Though not for long. Mickey squeaked out a plea for the man to let him go. Only for the man to click his tongue and mock the mouse. Saying that he can’t let him go now, he has something to show him. He’s really proud of it and is just dying to hear what the mouse thinks. Mickey tries to respond but another ache surges through his body and instead he just groans. The man chuckles at this and asks if the little mouse is still in pain. As he asks he gives a tight squeeze, further pressing into the mouse’s bruises and causing Mickey to yelp. He adds to not worry because the pain he feels now is going to be much pleasurable than the pain he will feel later. Eventually the Phantom Blot reaches a door and opens it with his other hand. Mickey tried his best to observe the room, but didn’t get much of a chance as the large man dropped him to the floor and started to tie him with rope. Mickey tried once more to break free, but unfortunately by the time his strength returned, he was already tied up. 

The Blot then picks him up and places him on a tall stool and starts tying him to it. Mickey tries to ask what he is doing only for the other man to respond that it is a surprise and doesn’t want to spoil it yet. Mickey takes a deep huff and then asks if he could at least know what he is planning to do with the weapon. The Blot pauses for a bit, before taking out a candle from his cloak and starting tying it to the mouse's foot. He notes that since he might as well. I mean he does want to thank the mouse for finding the blueprint for him. Why if it wasn’t for him, he probably would have never known that what he was looking for was in that decrepit cabin. Before Mickey has a chance to process this, the Blot asks him if he was already aware about Jimmy Korker. Mickey answers him, much to the shadowy figure’s delight. Pleased to not waste additional time, He explains that the “weapon” Korker devised is some kind of “laser”. A laser that could shoot a very thin near invisible beam that could melt through nearly any material, and even deliver a devastating blast if used properly. The laser had a range of a couple of miles, allowing anyone to attack from a distance and be completely unnoticed. Mickey asks how the chemical is connected, and the Blot compliments him on the question, answering that the chemicals are what power the laser and contribute to the explosive effect. He adds that the Blueprints also contain the formula for the chemicals so that more could be made. With a couple of tweaks, he could use this weapon to steal even more valuable treasures that he was able to before. In addition, he knows a couple of very wealthy and powerful people who will pay very handsomely to have a huge advantage over their enemies. He could always use extra pocket change.

As he bellows out another of his infamous haunting laughter. He finishes tying the last knot and takes a step back. Gleefully asking the mouse what he thinks. As Mickey looks to observe what the villain has set up he sees that along to being tied facing upwards onto a tall stool, the Phantom Blot also tied a candle to his shoe with a thin string. Mickey follows the string to see it attached to a couple of circular hooks and eventually a trigger… for a gun… that is right above him… aimed right at his head. Swell. Mickey asks if the Phantom Blot even cares about all the harm he is going to cause. He is going to get so many people killed and all he can care about is money. He’s nothing but a heartless murderer. The Phantom Blot fakes being aghast at the comment and reminds the mouse that not once has he specifically gone after the mouse to kill him. If he remembers correctly during their first meeting he ever so kindly let the mouse go when he could have easily gotten rid of him on the spot. And even after the mouse somehow “escaped” his other traps, if he were to just return to his life and forget all this, he would have been left alone. It isn’t his fault that the mouse keeps getting in his way. He does have a love for money, yes, but he is not violent. Mickey refuses this explanation and brings up the death traps and the weapon. Aren’t those violent? The Phantom Blot responds, noting that he does not intend to use the weapon to kill and if any of his buyers do, that is out of his hands. Also these “death” traps are self defense. He is not attacking the mouse, even at this current moment. If the mouse chooses to move his foot to set off the trigger that is completely up to him but you know… “It is not my fault if you wish to commit suicide”

 The Phantom Blot then politely asks the mouse to move his foot, so that he could test it and make sure it works. Mickey shouts at the man saying that this hair-brained scheme won’t work and he’ll escape this just as he escaped the others. This causes the Phantom Blot to snicker a bit further and use a lighter to light up the candle attached to the mouse’s foot. He then alerts the mouse that he has taken great measures to make sure that will not happen again. Something buzzes within the Phantom Blot’s cloak and he pulls his phone out and starts reading something. Mickey attempts to look at his phone, but unfortunately it is facing away from him… But what is that behind him? Mickey looks at one of the nearby windows and notices how reflective it is at the moment… Kind of like… a mirror. Mickey then tries his best to move his head a bit, careful to not move his foot, to see if he can pick up something before the Blot finishes his typing. It was tough but he finally was able to catch something readable… “-seton Doc-”. Only to be cut off as the Blot moves his phone back into his pocket. He apologies for the interruption and adds that is his cue to leave. The Phantom Blot laughs one more time as he carefully steps out of the room.

“Farewell my friend, I will admit that a small part of me will miss our interactions, but all things must come to an end. I wish you nothing but a warm welcome into the afterlife” 

And with that the Blot closes the door, leaving the mouse alone in the room. Warm welcome huh… Warm… Hot… Hot! Mickey looked at the candle tied to his foot, which was already starting to heat up his foot. Hot! Hot! Mickey wanted so badly to kick and try to put out the flame, but he was quickly reminded about the gun hanging over him. Just one kick and he’s gone. Crap. Crap. How does he even get out of this? He barely has any time to think this time. Mickey frantically started looking all over the place, trying his best to avoid moving his foot and to ignore the growing searing heat. Come on. Something. Anything. Please. This can’t be the en… Wait! What is that near one of the legs? A hole? A hole! A hole he can use.. Mickey quickly starts to twist the stool he was tied to. Trying his best to get the stool closer. He could feel his body strain as he did his best to keep his leg straight, while twisting his body. But he had too. He didn���t have much time. The flame of the candle was unbearable and he didn’t know how much longer he could take it. Just a bit closer… Hot! Almost there… Ouch! Just one more turn and… Clunk! 

In an instant the whole stool toppled over as one of the legs fell in. Bang! The gun instantly fires, but thankfully for Mickey he was moved out of the way just in time causing the bullet to race past him completely missing his head. Mickey toppled to the floor still attached to the stool with the candle still on his foot. Wait, the candle… It’s still lit. The mouse did his best to reorient his body in hopes of using the flame to try to free him from the stool. After a second of twisting himself in an awkward position the flame finally caught onto part of the rope freeing him from the stool. Hot Dog! Now for the rope tied around his body. Mickey tried his best to reorient himself to get the flame where he wanted it. But unfortunately this was a bit more of a chance. Instead he was just flopping his body across the floor, not getting close to what he wanted. Darn he isn’t flexible enough. I guess that is what he gets for not joining Clarabelle on her yoga sessions. Mickey continued to shuffle his body around. Trying to do anything that would help the flame get a little bit closer. But luck continued to not be on his side as instead the flame went out. Great just what he…

Cre-eak… Thump… Sch-Ting!

Minnie, Felicity, Morty, Ferdie, Goofy, Donald, Pluto, everyone, everything, his entire life… flashed before his eyes. It happened so fast. Mickey shook uncontrollably as he slowly turned to see… a giant knife literally inches… no, centimeters from his back. It cut the rope. But almost sliced him in half. The mouse stumbled out of the bench he landed on, still shaking. Luck… That was pure luck… If he would have just a bit more back he would have… Mickey closed his eyes and held onto the spotted bow tie around his neck. Taking deep breaths in hopes to calm himself down. When the Blot said he was going to make sure that the mouse dies he was not joking. Finally able to get a handle on some of the shaking, the mouse sluggishly walks through the room, keeping a very close eye on his surroundings. He saw that the room was filled with similar contraptions to the one he just fell in. Some with knives like the one that attacked him and a couple with axes. He looked up and noticed there was a trap door above each one. How long did it take for him to put this together? Did the Phantom Blot do this just for him? Mickey finally makes it to what appears to be an open staircase at the end of the room. He warily goes up the staircase, continuing to keep a close eye on his surroundings, and eventually reaches the top. As he looks around he sees a table, a chair, a large window, and a door. There seems to be a couple of things on the table. 

Mickey slowly treks over to the table and spots his phone. He quickly grabs it and crosses his fingers, hoping it still works. And it does. What a life saver. However his phone wasn’t the only thing on the table. He also saw some kind of weird… remote? Mickey picked it up and looked at it closer. There was a gridlike screen at the top with a variety of different buttons towards the bottom. At the very top it read “The Portable Chemical Substance Position Locator Device”. Sheesh, what a name. Mickey turned the device around and noticed some kind of compartment he could open. He carefully lifts the lid and sees a small glass vial with a very familiar green liquid. Aha! So this is how the Phantom Blot is able to find these cameras after all these years. He must have been using this to help track them down, by tracking the chemical within them. Mickey quickly spots a name on the lid of the compartment “Egmont Labs”... Hm… Mickey starts to fiddle with the device as he heads over to the door. Why did he leave this behind? Did he forget it? Well he probably doesn’t need it anymore since he got the blueprint. But then why did he leave Mickey’s phone here? Something about this doesn’t feel… Mickey stopped himself before he could turn the handle… right. 

A chill went up the mouse’s spine as he quickly remembered his near death experience. If the Phantom Blot is willing to set up dozens of trap doors in one room… What else is he willing to set up? Mickey instantly started to inspect the door. Just as he suspected there was a wire attached to the top right corner. Mickey traces the wire and discovers that it is attached to some kind of device. As Mickey inspects it further he realizes it looks a lot like a… bomb. Mickey’s heart stopped for a second. A bomb. Thank goodness he didn’t open the door. Mickey took a deep breath. Now what. He can’t open the door or the bomb will go off. Maybe he could try and defuse the bomb. He never really did it before. And he’s not sure if he really wants to learn through trial and error. Maybe he can cut the wire. But he has to make sure that won’t set it off either. Mickey gets the chair and stands on it, seeing if he can get a closer look at the bomb. That is when he notices that there is some kind of screen on it that reads 1:00… Huh, is that a clock… 0:59, 0:58, 0:57, wait no it is a timer counting down… Timer!?!? The bomb also has a timer. He had to get out of there. Fast. Mickey lept backwards out of the chair. What can he do? Opening the door will set it off. What can he… Wait. The Window. The mouse rushes over to the window, but quickly stops. Wait. What if there is a trap here too… 0:44, 0:43, 0:42. Mickey quickly investigates the window and sees that it is also connected to the bomb. If he were to try and open it the bomb would still go off. Darn it! Darn it all… 0:32, 0:31, 0:30… He has to hurry. He has to leave… NOW! A sudden idea popped into the mouse’s head. No time to think about it. Mickey quickly grabs the chair and throws it all the window creating a hole for him to escape. He hurdles himself out of the window landing right on his face, doing a quick somersault to get into a standing position quickly. And then he ran. He ran and ran and ran as if his life depended on it. And it did.

All of the sudden Mickey was forced forward as a large explosion went off behind him. The mouse was launched a couple of feet forward, straight into a tree. But thankfully the hit wasn’t bad enough to knock him out again. He made it. He just barely made it. He’s really getting sick of this. The mouse slowly rises to his feet, trying his best to ignore all the pain. The explosion alongside the car crash from before is really taking a toll on his body. Car crash. Car. Shoot where is his car? Mickey observed his new surroundings only to see nothing but large trees. He has absolutely no idea where he is. He looks at his phone and opens the maps app, but unfortunately the service is pretty bad… Great. Wait, maybe his new tool can help. Mickey pulls out the strange device and starts pressing buttons. One of the buttons he presses turns it on. Alright, now we are getting somewhere. After a couple more seconds of button-pressing, Mickey notices that a number on the bottom of the screen goes up and down when he presses a plus-shaped and minus-shaped key. The number is labeled as “range” on the screen. Oh maybe this must be what increases the range of the detector. Mickey presses the plus button a couple of times but as the number nears around 27000. It doesn’t go any higher. And nothing still seems to appear. Gosh, Mickey sure hoped it wasn’t broken. He could feel his heart start to drop. Until he suddenly heard a noise from behind him. Wait, that sounds like a… The mouse quickly starts to rush towards the noise. Trying his best to weave through the trees and bushes that surround him. 

Eventually he finally comes across something. A road! What a sight for sore eyes. Mickey could already feel himself tear up. He must have heard a car pass by before and now he has something to get a better idea of where he is. Mickey looks at his phone again and notices that his signal seems to be flickering between 1 and 2 bars. It’s not a lot, but it is just enough. Alright, what does he need to do? He needs to get into a car. He could try walking, but he wouldn’t know where to walk and that could take hours. The Phantom Blot could already be gone by then. The mouse looks down both sides of the street, but doesn’t see anything coming either way. Wonderful. Wait maybe he can call a MUber. Mickey opens up the MUber app and starts checking if there are some nearby cars. Luckily he sees one that is about 10 minutes away. He would prefer not to have to wait 10 minutes, but he can’t be picky now. He uses the maps function to triangulate where he is and then gets ready to type in his destination. Wait. What is the destination? Rats. He doesn’t know where he is going. Mickey pauses for a second and thinks really hard. Trying to remember anything that would give him a clue. Oh yeah! He remembered reading that one part on Blot's phone… If he remembered correctly it was something like “-seton Doc-”. Well it is better than nothing, but it still isn’t much. Unfortunately it was a challenge to read and that was all he could see… “-seton Doc-”... Hmm. You know he really hopes it was referencing a location. I mean the “D” was capitalized so it was some kind of proper noun. It would also be nice if it happened to be near the construction site or at least the docks. That way he can… Wait a minute. Docks… Mouseton Docks. Hot Dog! That is where he must be. Mickey jumps with excitement and starts typing in the location on his phone. But before he could finish he realized he started to hear something. A Car. Another car was coming down. This was his chance. He turns on the flashlight on his phone and starts waving down the truck that was barreling past. And to his delight, the truck slows down and stops right in front of him. Mickey read the side of the truck “Joe Piper’s Friendly Plumbing”. Swell. He must be friendly.

The dognosed man in the car rolls down his windows and asks the mouse if he needs something. Mickey pleads with the dog saying that he needs to get to Mouseton Docks right now and he could really use his help. Really emphasizing how important this is and how many lives could be at stake. The dog didn’t seem fazed by the explanation and the second Mickey stopped talking, he instantly asked if Mickey had some money on him. Mickey lets him know that he doesn’t have money on him right now… which causes the dog to start rolling up his window… Mickey frantically adds that he does have Ravenmo and can send money through the app. This seems to stop the window from going up and Mickey could hear a click and a call from inside to get in. Mickey thanks him heavily, letting him know that he doesn’t know how much this means to him… Only for the man to interrupt and tell the mouse that he can thank him by sending money. The truck then starts up again and continues down the road, on its way to the Mouseton Docks. 

As the two continue down the empty dark streets. Mickey started to refine a plan in his head. If the Phantom Blot is near the docks, he may be able to reuse an old plan of his. If he could get to the blueprint, he could knock out two birds with one stone as he can keep the paper away from the Blot and lead him right where he needs him. But how is he going to do that? The Phantom Blot is a master of stealth and would probably instantly notice him if Mickey tries to sneak around. What he needs is a… All of the sudden a flash of red catches Mickey’s eyes. He asks the other driver to stop, who takes a deep sigh and then complies. As he stops, Mickey tells the driver to wait and that he just needs to check something out. The dog tells him that this will cost extra, just as Mickey jumps out of the car and rushes to the red object. As he got closer he instantly recognized it. It’s his car! Oh Boy! Iit looks… completely totaled. The entire front of the car was entirely wrapped around a lone tree, while the back for the most part was still intact. This must be what he crashed into earlier. Mickey quickly debated about taking it on the way back, that way he could drive a bit faster, but decided against it as he was not sure if it would fall apart on the way. Mickey’s heart jumped… Someone was in the backseat of his car. The mouse instantly crouches out of sight and picks up a nearby stick. Who could possibly be in his crashed car? It wouldn’t make sense to be the Blot. He snuck over to the back car door and threw the door open asking the stranger to identify themselves. Oh. It was just the decoy Mickey he made a couple of days ago. Mickey took a heavy sigh, feeling a bit embarrassed. This day has been nothing but stressful for him. Mickey looked at the decoy. Huh it was pretty convincing. The mouse smiled. This may be the final piece he was missing.

Time passes and the truck stops once more. This time reaching the final destination. As Mickey jumps out of the car he presses the final button on his phone sending money over to the helpful, albeit very greedy, driver. He had to pay even more to get the driver to step on it, but it was worth it to get here quickly. Mickey pulls out something from the back of the truck as the man checks his phone to see if the money was received. Eventually he drives off, leaving the mouse alone next to the sign reading “The Mouseton Docks”. He’s here. As the mouse steps off of the grass to the concrete. He felt a buzzing in his pocket. It’s the Portable.. Uh Locator… The weird device he found. He takes it out and turns it on, noticing clusters of red dots on the screen. Ha! They must be the chemicals that the Blot has found. That must mean he is still here. This means Mickey’s plan could still work. The mouse starts rushing down the docks following the dots on the screen. He notices a small wagon near one of the nearby buildings and places what was in his hands onto the cart. Mickey then pulls the wagon down the docks, doing his best to move as quickly as he can without making much noise, and follows the direction of the red dots. It was in that second when a sudden thought occurred to Mickey. In order for his plan to work he’ll need to get the police right where he needed them and fast. He could call 911. But what is he going to say to get them here? I mean the police didn’t believe him before. They could come and leave before he needs them or not come at all and then he would be in real trouble… He needed something that would be strong enough to get them here and to stay… Or maybe he needed someone...

Mickey took a quick pause. He slowly pulled out his phone from his pocket and went to his contact list. His thumb hovered over the call button. Thoughts raced through his head on whether he should, but he didn’t have time. He had to make a decision now. And he trusts that this is the right one. He pressed the button. The phone rings once… twice… and then picks up.

“Listen, I know you don’t know how to feel about all this. I don’t know how to feel either. Things are really scary right now and there is so much that can go wrong. But that is when we need to have faith and keep moving forward. You are one of the strongest, bravest people I know and you have supported me countless times in the past. And now I need your support now more than ever. I hate to put you on the spot like this, but I don’t know what else to do… I need to have the police at the construction site where the parachuting school was going to be. I need them to stay there so I can lead the Phantom Blot to them. This is my final chance to stop him and I can’t do this alone. Please Minnie… I need your help”

…

“Alright Mickey. I’ll do my best”

Minnie hangs up the phone. She stayed up all night worrying about Mickey and now he’s in danger. She knew this was going to happen. This is why she didn’t want him to get involved. But maybe she supported him before, this wouldn’t have happened. Either way Mickey is counting on her and she can’t give up now. She gets out of her chair, waking the poor kitten on her lap, and starts running to her car. She immediately backs out of her parking lot and starts driving down the streets. Chief O’Hara is probably still home so she may want to stop by his place first. She needs to talk to him. Face to face. As she makes her way over to O’Hara’s house she clocks the Mouston Argus building outside her window. Hmm… After she talks to O’Hara, she may want to make a couple of phone calls. Eventually Minnie makes it to his house and starts banging on the door. It takes a bit, but eventually a tired Chief O’Hara opens the door and stumbles out. He greets her, but then reminds her how early it is, but is interrupted as Minnie instantly tells him that Mickey is in danger and how he needs his help. O’Hara gives a confused look asking her to elaborate. She explains how Mickey is currently leading a very dangerous criminal to a construction site and needs the entire police force there to support him. O’Hara wonders if that was the thing Mickey came up to him before and mentions that he just thinks Mickey needed some rest. Only for Minnie to harshly reprimand him shouting that no Mickey didn’t need some rest. He was telling the truth and if they don’t hurry the Phantom Blot will kill him.

The Phantom Blot. This seems to catch the Chief's attention as he pauses for a second and then asks Minnie if she is sure that it is the Phantom Blot. Frustrated, Minnie yells that yes it is the Phantom Blot. She knows Mickey and Mickey doesn’t lie about stuff like this. He wouldn’t hurt himself over nothing. He wouldn’t just make a fool of himself over nothing and the Chief should know this as well. He knew Mickey nearly his entire life as a neighbor and knows the kind of person Mickey is. She doesn’t know why in the world he pushed away Mickey before. Mickey looks up to him and sees him as a father figure and yet when he needed help he was ignored by someone he thought he could trust. And now he is all alone. Tears started to form at the corner of Minnie’s eyes. She knew this talk was just as much about her as it was about the Chief. The Chief gave a solemn thoughtful expression. He tries to say something, but stumbles over his words. Minnie looks at him one more time, this time letting the tears pour down.

“Please Chief O'Hara, I am begging you. We have to help him!”

…

The shadowy figure places the final box onto the pearly black speed boat. That should be everything. Though it would not hurt to do a final walkthrough. He meticulously surveys the rest of the warehouse. Keeping an eye out for any remaining items of his. Afterall he would prefer not to come back to this dreadful town. He hated every moment he was here and it was not just because of that bothersome rodent. Mouseton lacked the glamor and elegance that he was much more attuned to. But it was a decent distraction to keep his mind off of… things. A distraction that will pay off with a couple extra billions in his pocket. Besides, there is no point in complaining. The job is finally done and he can finally fly off into the night, free from any punishment for his crimes, as to be expected. Hm. He wondered if the mouse had been killed yet. He enjoyed by toying with the little rodent at first, but lately his "appearances" are starting to grate on his nerves. His newfound "bravery" was making him less fun to play with. It was a miracle that the mouse managed to “escape” his previous ingenious traps. Probably just the result of dumb luck. But he made some extra special accommodations to his newest one that should finally finish the job. That rat is as good as dead. The cloaked man took a glance at a table he used for scheming and noticed that the blueprint was still there. Ah yes, he definitely would not want to leave that behind. It is the main reason he came to this insignificant garbage pile. He gracefully glides towards the table and is just about to pick it up, until…

“Stop you thief!”

The Mouse… How? The Phantom Blot didn’t even have to look to know it was him again. He could recognize that irritating voice. Why can’t that thing just die? He growls back warning the mouse that he is no longer finding these interactions cute anymore. In fact he is getting really sick of seeing him. The mouse responds telling him that he will never get away with this. The Phantom Blot heavily rolled his eyes. He tells the mouse that he already used that line. Ugh. The mouse is running out of things to say and he is running out of patience. This has gone on for far too long and perhaps it is time to finally end it… once and for all! And with that the Blot leaps towards the source of the voice with his lightning speed. Moving so rapidly that there was no way the mouse could escape him. He then grabs the mouse up by his neck and raises him up. Or at least he thought he did, when he suddenly realized that the mouse didn’t have a neck. In fact his head was made up of a balloon with two paper plates for ears. What is this madness? All of the sudden the Blot heard something coming from the middle of whatever he was holding “Stop it you thief!”. A recording? A trick. He has been tricked. He instantly turns around and catches what seems to be the real mouse holding the blueprint in his hand. The mouse looks at him and then starts darting away. How did he… That idiotic little… ARGHH… THAT IS IT… I HAVE HAD IT...

“I AM GOING TO KILL YOU, RAT!”

…

Run. Run. RUN. Mickey rockets down the docks, holding onto the blueprint as tightly as he can. The Phantom Blot seemed somewhat playful in their previous encounters, but now he sounds absolutely furious. But he won’t stop. He can’t stop. He is so close and he can’t give up now.. Mickey takes a quick glance at his cloaked pursuer who was barrelling towards him with accelerating speed. Shoot, he has really long legs. Thankfully the little mouse was pretty speedy too, but the haunting figure was starting to catch up. He needs a way to slow him down. That is when the Mouse saw a ship yard. Aha! Just what he needs. The mouse hopped over the fence and started to weave through the boats, using his small size to his advantage to squeeze through small spaces. He looked back. It was working, The Phantom Blot was struggling to get through the boats as swiftly as he was. In fact Mickey actually needed to slow down a bit and make sure he was still visible to the other man. He just wanted to slow the Blot down, not completely get rid of him. The mouse continued to slip through the boats ultimately reaching the end of the yard. He jumps another fence, now landing in a yard full of sea planes. The planes were a little bit more spread out than the boats, but he should still have the distance from the Blot he needs to make it to his destination. He starts veering towards the wooden fence surrounding the yard, getting ready to jump again if needed. As the mouse continues to race forward he looks behind him once more. However, as he turned his head he realized that the Phantom Blot was nowhere to be found. Shoot. He didn’t lose him did he. The mouse instantly halted and turned around. Oh No, where is he? This plan doesn’t work if he isn’t here. The mouse debates whether he should go back until…

“I HAVE YOU NOW PEST!”

The Phantom Blot breaks through the fence and surges straight towards the mouse. Wood explodes everywhere as the Blot starts viciously swinging his arms in an attempt to grab him. Mickey could feel his heart freeze in place, but his flight instincts kick in and he does his best to dodge the man’s violent hands. The mouse jumps through one arm and slides under the other. Almost making it out, but the villain grabs his tail and drags the mouse towards him, sending a sharp pain up the mouse’s spine. The Phantom Blot then grabs the mouse’s arms and starts to yank him upwards. But Mickey quickly manages to lurch up, grabs the man’s arm, and takes a large bite. The Blot shouts in pain and drops the mouse. Giving Mickey enough time to run through the hole he created and continue to run through the docks. Mickey ran, and he ran, and he ran. This time a bit too afraid to look back at the raging force roaring behind him. Finally the mouse sees it. The construction site. He made it. The mouse took a hard turn and flew open the gate. He bolted to a nearby ladder and instantly started climbing. As he made it halfway up the ladder, he heard a large pounding underneath him. The mouse takes a quick look and spots the Phantom Blot coming up after him, his cold white eyes now blinding with fury. The Blot roars out to Mickey, exclaiming how once he catches that mouse he’s going to tear him limb from limb. Mickey mocked the man, noting how he is starting to lose his cool and gain quite a bit of a temper. This only seems to upset the cloaked man further causing him to climb even faster.

Eventually the mouse reaches the top and starts racing down one of the beams only for the Blot to closely follow him after. The mouse turned, lept, slid, climbed, and raced all over the site, with the furious phantom chasing him closely from behind. Eventually, the mouse approached what seemed to be a dead end as there was a wrecking ball blocking the way. He could hear the villain behind him cackle.

“RUNNING OUT OF PLACES TO RUN LITTLE MOUSE?”

“That’s what you think”

Mickey then bounced onto the wrecking ball using the momentum of his running to then launch himself on an upwards beam. This happened so quickly that the distracted Phantom Blot didn’t have time to stop himself and instead ran right into the wrecking ball. Mickey had to stop himself from laughing, but couldn’t stop himself from gloating.

“Still think I’m a pathetic little mouse”

The Phantom Blot seethed with fury. He is going to decimate this mouse. As Mickey starts to rush away again, the Phantom Blot pushes the wrecking ball back with inhuman strength, enough for the ball to move back a couple of feet, hitting a tool box, causing the tools to fall down on the controls of the crane. He then bolted down the beam heading to a nearby ladder that should get him closer to that miserable rodent. He continued to race forward until he realized that he was not moving anymore. Something is caught on his left foot. What is…

Before he even had a chance to process, the Phantom Blot was hauled backwards. Blinded from his frustration, he didn’t notice that he got his foot stuck in a snare earlier. He tried his best to hold onto something, but was moving so fast he couldn’t get a grasp of anything. As the Phantom Blot flew through the air, swinging back and forth, his arms, his legs, everything started to get wrapped up in ropes that were purposely placed to latch on to him as he swung by. He tried to struggle, but that only made the situation worse as the ropes tightened. Eventually the swinging stopped, revealing the Blot to be stuck in some kind of web of ropes. He tried his best to move, but found it challenging due to his limbs being so spread out. Impossible. Unthinkable. There is absolutely no way he could be bested by that… that…

“How’s that for a trap? Did I use the correct knot this time?”

Mickey couldn’t stop himself from smiling as the man growled with rage. He did it. He actually did it. He did the unimaginable. He caught the Phantom Blot. He actually caught him. Mickey shook himself from his thoughts. He can’t celebrate too early. The Blot can still escape which is why he needs some help to apprehend him. Mickey starts running down the beam until there was none of the beam left. He looked out. Minnie should have been here with the police by now and with the sun finally rising it should be easier to spot them. He looked. And he looked. And he looked… And he saw nothing… Nothing… Not one soul. Shoot, did Minnie fail? Maybe they were running late? What if they went to the wrong place? Oh no no no… What is he going to do now? He doesn’t know how much longer he has. He quickly takes out his phone and opens up the call app. But before he has a chance to do anything the mouse is suddenly turned around and jerked upwards with a vicious grip pressing into his neck, causing him to drop his phone. He was met with searing white eyes that pierced through his core. The pure animosity within them burned into the mouse’s brain, leaving him completely in shock. The only thing slightly breaking him out of it being the venomous “you…” emerging from the pitch black monster raising him up. 

“Did you really think you could outwit me, mouse? Do you not know who I am? I AM THE MOST POWERFUL CRIMINAL MASTERMIND IN THE WORLD. I AM THE PHANTOM BLOT!”

The Phantom Blot roars with villainous laughter, the echoes shaking the entire construction site. The malicious anger he had now warped into a sociopathic joy. He then snatches the paper away from Mickey with one hand and tightens his grip around the mouse’s throat with the other. Mickey could already feel himself starting to black out with the lack of air. He can’t even process what is going on. He can’t say anything. He… He…

“I would not be upset, little mouse. This was bound to happen. You were never going to win. You were just biding your time until your eventual failure… Well the little game is over now and it looks like things are finally… Falling… into place”

The Phantom Blot roughly lifts the mouse over the edge and forces the mouse to observe the sharp pieces of metal and glass protruding from the ground right below. Sharpened and waiting for a victim to fall in and be shredded to pieces. He shuddered and turned his eyes back to the Blot who was basking in the mouse’s terror and further strengthening his grip.

“Fortunately for you, I still have my ‘soft-heart’. So I will grant you one last kindness…  Any last words before I snap your neck and leave you plummeting to your death”

Before Mickey could respond he noticed something coming up behind the Blot. Something Big. Something Round. Something… Fast! He tried his best to lift his arm to point behind the Blot and wiggle his throat free to shout…

“LOOK OUT!”

“Ha! Do you really think that is going to-”

Smack! In an instant, the two men are carried off into the air being propelled forward by a giant wrecking ball. The wrecking ball swings them around 180 degrees and launches both of them into the sky. They fly in the air for a couple of seconds before crashing into some kind of wall, with the Blot’s head specifically hitting onto something. After a quick pause the two bodies start to slide down the wall, until they are both in free fall. Mickey, finally awake to what is happening, realizes he needs to do something to improve his situation. Seeing the massive body also falling underneath him. Mickey does his best to try and swim through the air to get right above it. As the mouse flounders through the air, the both of them get closer… and closer… and closer… and… Thud! The Phantom Blot lands face first into the ground. Plop! Mickey Mouse lands right on top of him. Flash! Two very bright lights turn on illuminating the two men. Gasp! A crowd is left at complete awe of what is in front of them. Mickey picks himself up and instinctually closes his eyes due to the sudden brightness, but then slowly opens them, letting them adjust to the new lighting. He looked at his surroundings… Are those people? The police? He could hear some kind of mumbling and whispers as the crowd of people continued to stare at him. But that mumbling was soon interrupted by a large groan coming from the body underneath him. The mouse instantly looked at the source of the noise and realized who he was sitting on top of… The Phantom Blot… Is he? Mickey’s heart stopped for a second, until he felt a small rise and drop from being on his back. Seems like he just got knocked out cold. Ha. Now he knows how it feels. Mickey quickly notices something in the Blot’s hand. The Blueprint. The mouse stumbles over and quickly snatches the paper. Pleased it is finally back into good hands. As Mickey tries his best to get off the man, he is quickly tackled down by a small figure.

“MICKEY!!!”

Minnie holds tightly onto him, covering his face in kisses. She holds him in a deep hug and starts rambling about how she is so glad to see him and how she wasn’t sure if he was alive or if he was coming and how she heard terrifying laughter and... Mickey returns the embrace. He tells her how glad he is to see her too! He kept his promise.Over her shoulder, Mickey has a better chance to view the other people. However just as he started to observe the crowd the crowd came over quickly to observe him. Instantly a bunch of reporters started shoving microphones into the mouse’s face asking a million questions a second about who he was and how he managed to catch the Phantom Blot. Mickey completely froze like a deer in headlights. Not knowing what to do at all. Thankfully Chief O’Hara saved him and told the crowd to back off a bit, leading Mickey to a less crowded spot. Mickey couldn’t believe his eyes. O’Hara. He really came. O’Hara instantly apologizes. Explaining how he let Mickey down and made him do something dangerous all on his own. He should have listened to him. Mickey tells him not to worry about it and that he is here now. O’Hara smiles and then praises Mickey. Who knew that you would be the one to catch the Phantom Blot. THE Phantom Blot. 

“Why can you imagine if we had you on our detective team? Why there wouldn’t be any crime left in Mouseton” 

Before Mickey even has a chance to process that statement, O’Hara raises his arms and asks the crowd to give three cheers for Mickey Mouse. Hip Hip Hooray! Hip Hip Hooray! Hip Hip Hooray! Mickey looks out at the crowd cheering for him. Still holding a very flustered expression. He feels like he should be feeling good. I mean he did finally catch one of the world’s most evil criminal masterminds. A man who has never been caught before. Or at least he thinks he did. All those hours he spent chasing, running, and escaping are finally vindicated. And now people are actually acknowledging his accomplishments. This should be the moment where he finally feels the most at peace… And yet… He felt empty. This moment… It feels fake. Maybe he’s just tired. To be honest he’s more excited about the chance to go to sleep, than he is about the praise. As his eyes wander over the crowd singing his praises, taking pictures, and asking for an interview. He catches a glimpse of… Him. A couple of police officers seem to be leading the Phantom Blot to the back of a police car. From the mouse’s view it seems like the Blot is still knocked out from the fall, as they are essentially carrying him. Though just as he thought that, the mouse noticed something… His fingers… They moved. He’s waking up. Mickey quickly looked away. Finally starting to understand what he was feeling. This isn’t the end…

This is just the beginning.

[thetaintedhuman]

new fic idea!! figure skaters soukoku:

the way they skate is metaphorical, it represents their characters,

dazai's skating style is very dainty and elegant, his moves are smooth and soft. his every move and routine is carefully calculated to the last bit, it's never too fast, neither too slow, his tempo never changes, there are never climax points in his routines. yet his performances are always mesmerizing and serene. it seems easy to copy his routines but it's proven to be harder than it looks for the people who tried.

he's a great talent and it's common knowledge that he's capable of harder and more complex figures, but he hardly ever does them, maybe once in a blue moon. it's not that he's not capable, but rather because it's not fitting for his style. if he did them so often, they'd get regular but he uses these moves so rarely that every time he does something different and bigger than his usual moves it's a shock factor for the audience and that's exactly his purpose.

yet chuuya's skating is aggressive and full of emotions. he puts everything he has into his performances, which often causes him to get physically hurt, but he's a fast healer and he's back on the ice in no time. his injuries are so constant that it has stopped being a cause of worry for his fans, his pain and complex routines are taken for granted because he's never afraid of putting on a show and doesn't shy away from an injury, unlike dazai him using big and hard moves in a performance is not a shock factor which causes him to not get appreciated enough. yet he still keeps doing them, his performances never lose their intensity. he's really professional abt skating and even if something goes wrong during a performance he never lets it ruin the show.

should i write this???? pls let me know ur thoughts!! (also i know nothing abt figure skating so excuse my narrow language lol i'll learn more i promise😭😭)

[mymarifae]

what do you think about the new girl page? seeing lots of divisive opinions on that one

mm. mmmmmm. hoooooooo boy ok let's talk about this. i guess.

to sum it up succinctly? it strikes me as bizarre. like, just bizarre. it's weird on multiple levels and fucks with established characterizations of susie, kris, AND noelle. it's messy and i think it was a poor choice. and for now i'm tentatively bonking toby over the head with a hammer (i will get into why it's tentative for now, rest assured) and i'm also bonking everyone praising it and immediately incorporating it into their views of the characters.

to break it down further...?

in and of itself, it's like. alright, we've got this indirect and yet very clear confirmation that susie was adopted/temporarily housed by (and is still bouncing around in the foster care system) a human family and has/had a "mother" who abuses/d her. so she's lashing out. she's redirecting her pain and trauma onto the one human in hometown. who was also adopted. by a family of monsters. a family that is kind and loving. that's not fair, why didn't she get to be a dreemurr, why did kris steal her chance, this isn't fair this isn't fucking fair-

she's a hurt, scared kid. and i don't necessarily think this is a. well i don't want to say "i don't think this is a bad scene to canonize" because it is a bad scene - it's uncomfortable and it caused me a lot of pain to read. but it's not like unforgivable, and it doesn't make susie a bad person.

i will never hold a grudge against a kid for lashing out when they were never taught love and kindness and acceptance. i will never hold a grudge against a child for being scared and hurt and so so so so angry at the unfairness of the world.

my issues with it arise from the way it just... doesn't... make sense. if susie was truly so horrible to kris, why were they so quick to trust her? hell, why was she so eager to be their friend? there should be a hell of a lot more tension between them. the things susie said to kris were genuinely pretty awful and can't be swept under the rug Just Like That.

it also completely contradicts the way chapter 1 is set up, where we slowly piece together that susie never actually bullied anyone. sure, the way the blog post is written makes it sound like she only went after kris when they were alone, but that kind of visceral hate isn't going to go completely unnoticed. i mean, noelle picked up on it before seeing the classroom incident, yeah? i feel like someone would have said something. and i feel like MK especially would have made one off-hand comment about how much susie seems to hate kris Specifically instead of just repeatedly saying that they've never seen her actually do anything bad, but, b-but, BUT she still sucks kris lol.

also, noelle's "i always thought susie can't be that bad!" comment makes noooooooo fucking sense if she saw this unfold. because she literally saw that yeah. she's that bad.

it puts kris and susie's current easy natural loving friendship in a very weird light, and i very much dislike how many people are jumping to accept it. yes, i also love depth in characters' relationships. i love layers and complexities and tensions.

depth =/= toxic. and that's what this blog post does. it makes it toxic. it makes noelle's crush on susie toxic and uncomfortable as well. (seriously: "maybe i should buy apple shampoo so she bullies me instead? XD" ?????????????)

now you will note that i said i am Tentatively bonking toby over the head with a hammer. there is another reason why i don't like people jumping to incorporate this whole mess into their understanding of kris and susie's friendship:

... how do you know this is a scene from our game's current timeline?

it's pretty obvious deltarune has some fuckery going on irt timelines and resets similarly to undertale. on that same note, i've always loved how quickly susie and kris Click, but it has always made me raise an eyebrow. because that is not two teens slowly realizing they have more common ground than they thought and slowly letting their guards down around each other. that is two already best friends reuniting.

the way i've come to understand it is this: in the very, very, very first instance of "deltarune", it took kris and susie a very long time to become friends. BECAUSE of what happened in the classroom and whatever else. they only began to trust each other a heartbeat away from the end of the world. and then they fail. and then the timeline resets. and they do it again.

and the... feelings, the vague memories and the déjà vu. they linger. distantly, susie remembers a time when they were almost friends. and as the timelines go on, again and again, they just build up. things begin to change. their stories become brighter and brighter, despite ultimately ending in the tragedy that [gaster] wishes to prevent. until we get to this point where susie feels like she should be furious with kris for Something, but she can't bring herself to. and thus our current timeline, the beginning of Our Game, is born.

i stand by my theory that kris and susie's friendship will be what prevents the roaring or the angel's heaven or whatever other apocalyptic events ralsei decides to tell us about later. the red soul's intervention has nothing to do with it. they have lived countless lives together. they know now, just intrinsically, that there's no one they can trust more than each other. they are best friends till the end.

and by god is it going to be a happy one.

toby still gets a bonk over the head if this is the case btw because i ultimately disagree with using "ogh. timelines." as character development but i'll accept it if it means this stupid blog post isn't real (anymore). otherwise, he is going to need to pull some fucking magic out of his ass to explain this properly to me because it literally demolishes 2 chapters of build up and development ABFNDBDKGKFGKFJKGKDG 👍🏾

[i-heart-hxh]

the funny thing is that I can relate to gon on a personal level. the whole feeling guilty, taking the blame, and explode when things are too much. so to me, the way gon react after knowinh kite's death, is totally understandable. but it still makes me sad to see ppl wrongly interpret his actions and ignored his feelings. like he went though hell too during the whole arc. anyway we know that he regretted his action and he apologized to killua but his action had also caused a crack in their friendship. something that is unfortunate and I think that why the separation is needed to repair it.

but still hurt and I hate it.

and I finally get to meet alluka and I have to say that I still haven't warmed up to her. aside from being a factor in killugon separation, something about togashi introducing her in the series and we are heading to the dark continent arc? makes me wary of her. sure she's cute but well it let's just say, she isn't my fave characte.

I hope the movies are as good and I get to see my boys again. need them to heal this broken heart 😭 (2/2)

I'm glad you finished it! Thanks for coming back to give your impressions!

I agree about the way some of the fandom sees Gon and especially Gon's actions in Chimera Ant arc. It's such a shallow way to view the series and it surprises me how many people don't have compassion and understanding for what Gon went through. His feelings of guilt and his issues with self-esteem that lead up to what happened are present throughout the series--it makes a lot of sense when you go back and watch or read it again, there's so much foreshadowing and build up. I have no doubt Togashi was building in this direction all along. It's frustrating seeing people reacting to Gon's trauma without considering his age and all the reasons it makes sense for him to react the way he did. Even though we didn't see much of his perspective during Chimera Ant arc, it's clear how much pain he was in.

I do think the separation is ultimately good for them, though it certainly makes me sad, too--especially because we haven't gotten a reunion yet. 💔 (As I said in my prior meta, I have a lot of hope that we will eventually, though, assuming Togashi is able to keep working on the manga.)

I'm happy you're going to read the manga next! It's the original, after all, and there are some things that were left out or are a bit different than in the 2011 anime. Plus of course there's the next arc, even though Gon and Killua aren't present. The movies are not widely considered "good" LOL, and they're not technically canon because they weren't written by Togashi, but at least they're something you can consume to help with the post-anime heartbreak. The 1999 anime is also worth watching, though it deviates a lot more from the manga than the 2011 anime does (in some ways I like and some ways I don't like, personally). The atmosphere, art, and soundtrack are distinctive and lovely.

I like Alluka myself and I'm curious about the role she and Nanika will play going forward, but to each their own of course! You're entitled to your own opinion on her. She was a factor in the separation, sure, but Gon also wouldn't be healed without her.

My experience is that the broken heart from HxH doesn't go away if it truly resonates with you (and it sounds like it did for you!), but there are a lot of ways to cope with it--consuming the series multiple times in the different formats available, reading/writing meta and fanfics and looking at/drawing fanart, and commiserating with other people in the fandom. Hang in there, I remember how intense that feeling was at first! I'm always happy to discuss more if you have any particular topics you want to talk about!

[earthbovndmisfit]

WAIT WHERE IS IT SAID IN CANON THAT JONATHAN LOVES CHOCOLATE

Imagine if this is how Jonathan and Speedwagon meet in the Merman!AU. Speedwagon going fishing, running out of bait, and on a whim sticks a left over candy bar on his hook.

Then something bites. He pulls, but it's heavy. It must be a big one! He pulls up as hard as he can, and out comes...a person?

He's angry and crying and grabbing his palm, which got pierced by the hook. He's pried off the bait and is chewing on the chocolate bar.

"What are you doing?" Speedwagon shouts at the blue-haired stranger in the water. "This is fish bait! Why did you grab my hook like that?"

"Please, don't hurt me!" The person in the water cries, and Speedwagon sees the genuine sadness and fear in his eyes.

"Ok, I'm sorry. Hey, I didn't mean to shout. Let me help you get it off." He smiles reassuringly. "I want to help you."

He grabs a pair of pliers and some band-aids from his bag. "Show me your hand," he asks the man, and he dutifully offers him his injured hand, spreading the fingers wide.

Speedwagon's eyes widen in shock. His fingers are WEBBED.

His gaze travels from the stranger's hand to his face, where he notices that his ears are similarly webbed, lined with an emerald blue, and at the side of his neck there are several narrow slits. Gills.

"What...what are you?" Speedwagon says, no less eager to help what clearly is still a person in need, yet...a strange one.

"I'm a merman," the stranger quietly replies. "My name is Jonathan."

It's in the manga! DP left this part out from the anime along with many other scenes in Phantom Blood for whatever reason (and I will forever be mad about it), but here it is!

i love how he's moping in his bed and in Full Depression Mode 100% Real No Fake but then chocolate instantly fixed everything lol

That idea of mer Jonathan being upset and In Pain with the hook piercing his hand and yet he's still chewing on the chocolate bar is so in character for him and I love it!!

But yeah, the webbed fingers and ears would be the first things that Speedwagon would notice, though his initial thoughts would probably be more along the lines of "is this guy tryin' to pull my leg?" and just coming to the more realistic idea that this is all part of a costume and some elaborate prank or something until he gets to see Jojo's mer tail and there's like no room for doubt at all.

And now that that has been settled, Speedwagon would take extra precautions, as not to hurt Jojo's webbing on his hand further. Considering he works in and around the water, the band-aids are most likely waterproof, so he would assure Jonathan that they won't fall off.

Meanwhile, Jonathan is watching closely at everything Speedwagon does and how he's being extra careful not to hurt him further, cleaning his wound and patching it up. He's so focused on that that the pain doesn't really register in his mind. Feels just like a soft stinging, but nothing more. His mind is also lost on the sweet taste of the chocolate he's been eating and that pretty much was the cause of all this in the first place.

"There you go." Speedwagon tells him, giving him a soft pat on the forearm and smiling at him. Even though he isn't really to blame for this, he still offers Jonathan an apology for what just happened to Jojo's hand.

"It's alright. It was my fault in the first place." Jonathan smiles back, sheepish and a tad embarrassed for his mistake. "It should be me apologizing to you for taking the bait that was clearly for the fish but... I just couldn't help it! It smelled so good!"

[nobully]

Who is an author that inspires you?

♡ Munday Meme ♡

14. Who is an author that inspires you?

oh boy are you ready for quotes cause here i go with quotes

george eliot - love her love her looove her esp. my fav piece of english literature that she wrote, middlemarch. she does introspection so well and had such a reputation for getting into people's heads with her characters that she made society fear her because of her sharp insights (and witty comments to go with them hahaha)

“We mortals, men and women, devour many a disappointment between breakfast and dinner-time; keep back the tears and look a little pale about the lips, and in answer to inquiries say, "Oh, nothing!" Pride helps; and pride is not a bad thing when it only urges us to hide our hurts— not to hurt others.”

“But what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.”

“ If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel’s heart beat, and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence. As it is, the quickest of us walk about well wadded with stupidity.”

sanober khan - poet, the way she describes love is so simple yet so tender it turns you into honey and melts you softly into ooze idk it's NICE

“May your love for me be like the scent of the evening sea

drifting in through a quiet window

so i do not have to run or chase or fall ... to feel you

all i have to do is breathe.”

“the saddest thing is to be a minute to someone, when you've made them your eternity.”

dorothy l. sayers - one of my favorite mystery writers during the golden era of detective stories, she breathed life into lord peter wimsey, a son of a duke who goes off solving cases in 1920s~30s london. lovely foppish man, clever witty writer, her works are full of epigraphs and really well structured prose! i adore her style, it's so flashy yet sophisticated kyaa you can tell she has a lot of fun playing with words and syntax/sounds hehe

“Everybody is, I suppose, either Classic or Gothic by nature. Either you feel in your bones that buildings should be rectangular boxes with lids to them, or you are moved to the marrow by walls that climb and branch, and break into a inflorescence of pinnacles.”

“How can I find the words? Poets have taken them all and left me with nothing to say or do" "Except to teach me for the first time what they meant.”

“I know what you're thinking - that anybody with proper sensitive feelings would rather scrub floors for a living. But I should scrub floors very badly, and I write detective stories rather well. I don't see why proper feelings should prevent me from doing my proper job.”

frances hodgson burnett - she wrote some well-known children's stories like the secret garden or the little princess and what i really like is the sort of "lightness" and "kindness" she brings in her prose; there's a very sincere feeling of innocence in them that makes it soothing to read. i still count her short story/fairytale "the land of the blue flower" as a fav after all these years, lol here's a nice excerpt:

[thepowerofhornyness]

I’m gonna babble really hard here ‘cause I just finished the ep, so let me start by saying that I obviously don’t hate the people on the table or whatever, because by the end of the post you will see that I’m thrilled to see the ramifications of c3ep34 and how they will affect the rest of the campaign and because I have more to do than to be mad at real people because of a make believe game lmao

I’m really sad that Laudna was chosen instead of Oryn. That is a deep tragedy on this when you look at her story until now and the fact that, to me, it would feel much satisfying storywise for Oryn to go(even if I love him).

For Laudna, who heard Delilah say, as a pure means of manipulation that her friends would abandon her a couple of episodes ago not be chosen by them hurts. For her, who struggled with the question “did I ever live in the first place?” be put in second place thanks to her undead nature by the woman she loves most, almost looks like a cosmic confirmation of her insecurities and past tragedies because the decision was not made with this ramifications in mind

Even if it came from a place of logic or luck, even if I like the way it worked out, even when it came down to good sounding arguments, those points make this even more painful when looking at a character with a tragic backstorie like Laudna because it really does feel like the universe is siding against her at all costs. That the best choice the world gives to the people around her IS to make her a second choice, if not an instrument, even when the situation around her change and she finds people at her side. And I really like this direction too storywise!

Emotionally, I wanted them to bring her back because of her positive outlook on life! And the way she sees Imogen and Is seen by her and all their new friends! And because I hate the idea that she is somehow passing time with her undead-patron-abuser-murderer. To Laudna who was used since early in her life as a means to hurt someone else, as an weapon for other powers, to not only suffer the same fate but be(in theory) in the hands again of the women who did this is the first place, makes me real sad lol

And now all I’m thinking about is: “How will they react to it from now on?” Because I really want to see how this affects them!!! And I don’t think Oryn dying would have the same effect!!

Like, Ashton was really stressed on that fight, I think he was the person most conected to Laudna outside of Imogen, will he snap more now? Willl the revelations of his family factor into that? One of FCG’s last interaction with her was the murderbot thing! And Imogen. Who even is her without Laudna as a factor? How will she react to her own powers in the next episodes? And Oryn

Oryn would be the perfect death. Tis’ there I said it. I love him BUT he would be the best of the 3 to pass on storywise(to me), would be even more perfect than Molly was in c2 actually. You see, he would be a great martyr, something that he already see himself as in some capacity I think. He would stay with his husband in the afterlife for eternity after trying, and being really successful honestly, at doing good whenever he goes, at making new friends and being special to them, at finding the people responsible for that tragedy and be sure in Elysum or whenever he finds himself in that the friends he did would sure as hell avenge him. He would unite more the bells and bla bla bla.

But we didn’t get that, now he’s back and I concur with FCG/Sam when he says that Oryn would choose her, and I think the little guy see this too. BUT, The way things ended is much more fun to me. CR is a slow ass burn in its story telling and I think the least “predictable” situation is the best, even if it doesn’t looks like the most satisfying right away(not to me I’m loving it already lol), because they have time to work this trough.

Yet I still feel really sad about Laudna, I wish her life wasn’t the quasi-classical tragedy it is. But I’m excited about what the future brings ahead!!! I like to toy with the idea of Marisha making Laudna salty about what happened but realistically I think she would be ok with how it played out, which adds again to the pile of tragedy she’s in but that’s part of the charm of her character, lmao

[bytchysylvy]

Oasis: 1, Latikam: 7, Casarin: 10, Hydrel: 18

(oasis) What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?

Approximately 10 minutes. This assumes "nothing" does not include keeping a watch out, navigation, watching to make sure casarin is paying attention, making snide comments and flipping off other pilots while on the ship. If he's being responsible she likes to go harass alex in the back. On land she's always wandering off on her own away from casarin either picking up essentials he's forgotten again or non essentials lol. She can also be found playing "lets throw bricks at susarikas" (he loves it) to pass the time.

If there's NOTHING to do, she's trapped just waiting, she'll usually pull something she uh found in the street (finders keepers) and carve into it with her knife. No this is mine, see its got my name on it and a little pony too, oh and on this side its got a snake eating a watermelon.

(latikam) What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?

The thing with living for centuries is that at a certain point, everything and nothing causes nostalgic, its the experience of every vazuvyr. BUT latikam has lived through the occupation AND does not live in his homeland anymore, in a way he is a child who remembers past lives but cannot apply any of it to this one. The biggest trigger is that mokubat learned how to cook from vokutlvek, and while they have their different styles every now and then something lines up, he can taste his brothers work in his sons. Its... a lot. Thats the taste he's known through centuries of heartache and love and pain and joy and healing, yet for once he's not here for it. The person who's always been there to run to, lay his head on, and protected him isn't there this time. Somehow disorientating and grounding at the same time.

Seeing casarin and hydrel also remind him A LOT of vokutlvek and azrem. Their stupid little dramas, playing footsies at the table, shoving food into his mouth. Latikam said "I know what you are".

(casarin) What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them?

God why did you have pick THIS one for him how did you hone in on this choice. My man keeps repeatedly telling a very specific lie about how okay he is. "haunted" probably isnt the word Id pick exactly. During sf its less of the burden of knowing he lied and more of the fear of someone finding out the truth. And in act 2 when someone confronts him about it he doubles down on "everything is fine" until he's dragged kicking and screaming to the warm saucer of milk. At the end of his life he looks at those years and realizes how stupid he was for putting himself through it and not asking for help, especially now recognizing fjinmars and adaen saw the problem and wanted to help him but he never gave them the chance, but at this point he's too preoccupied by the good run they had and how thats going to be gone.

A specific instance he told this lie to his mother, who he never lies to because she is telepathic, clocked him immediately and he broke down about the whole thing. The thing that hurts him is that he doesnt know why he lied, mama never made him feel bad about this before, he just... felt guilty and embarrassed about all this. idk.

(hydrel) What embarrasses them?

The austisms. He's had people "just tease" him for his expressions and taking things literally and when he's last to the joke. Doesnt like to ask what people mean by things because that usually makes it worse. It's not obvious in the main script but its worth noticing how much differently he acts with his family vs with casarin. Weird. Sure its nothing. Also bringing up past incidents is the fastest way to get 🧑‍🤝‍🧑-- points with him, VERY embarrassed when he realized after the fact he overreacted or was rude when he didnt mean to be. Just let him learn and move on.

Also extremely embarrassed if you catch him farting lmao. How dare you accuse him of having a bodily function. I want a bestie divorce.

[reikunrei]

really intrigued by this new stage play delving more into Henry's past and how it will inform/add to what we've already gotten of him in s4, and what we may potentially get in s5, so i kinda just want to ramble lol.

the way i see it, and how we as an audience and how some or all of the characters are meant to view him, is not necessarily that he's the stereotypical "big bad" villain. sure, he's villainous and the overall antagonist, and while he displays extremely monstrous behavior, he's not the "monster" that Eleven envisions.

she has a very black and white view of good vs bad. she's been fighting with this for a while, especially internally and how she views herself. from season 1, she thinks she's "the monster." she opened the initial gate, which made Will go missing, killed countless others, and got all of her new friends in trouble.

in season 2, we kind of started to touch on the idea of what kind of behavior is "good or bad" when she meets Kali. they share an unfathomable bond and love each other dearly through their shared experiences in Hawkins Lab. Kali teaches her how to be stronger, that she shouldn't hide from her powers, she should use them to help herself. and El leans into it, allows herself to be fueled by her rage and sadness. but she hesitates. she wants to strengthen this bond with Kali, her sister, but it feels wrong.

she's killed people, yes, but it's different when it's in self defense in the heat of the moment vs ambushing someone who, while he did hurt them, is currently unawares. plus, there's other innocent children involved. he may have hurt her, but El knows the pain of losing a parent. that's what brought her there in the first place. she can't do that to someone else. her grief hurts, but any relief will be fleeting under the further pain she now causes. she doesn't want to be the monster.

in season 3, this topic is mostly only broached with Billy. Billy is not a good dude. in fact, he sucks major chode and has approximately zero redeeming qualities, and the only reason Max is so torn up about his death is because of survivor's guilt.

but still, in order to beat the Mind Flayer, El has to break through to him, so she finds those happy memories of him with his mom on the beach, and makes him remember that, makes him fight for his mom, rather than the hell he's been through for the last X number of years. he might be a fucking shitty asshole, but he can pull off one valiant deed to save those around him, because he doesn't want to entirely give in to his misery. he wants to remember those happy moments, and wants his mother to be happy, wherever she may be, and that means making sure this monster (the Mind Flayer) is dead.

(plus i guess it's also like a stand-in for his dad. Billy's been abused his whole life, and has become the abuser, and he's sick of all of it. so now, he finally fights back and stands up for his mom like he's always wanted to.)

season 4 is a fucking smorgasbord. they went so heavy-handed with the "good vs evil" "monster vs superhero" shit that it would be hilarious if it weren't totally understandable bc all of these characters are 14 years old and don't have a full grasp on the nuances of the world just yet. again, we get El worrying that she could be the monster, that she'll make everything worse, that she's the one to blame for everything. Mike, Dr. Owens, Will, Brenner, none of them can convince her that, no matter what she did or does, she is their "hero." Owens gets pretty close, he at least gets a few smiles out of her, but she's still uncertain.

she thinks she can no longer be the hero because she lost her powers, that now she's useless, and even if now she's like a "normal kid," she knows she'll never really fit in. but then, when she starts at Nina, she fears that her powers will make her the monster all over again. that she's already done something so monstrous that she won't ever be able to forgive herself.

enter, Henry and the truth. that he killed all of those children. that he was the one behind everything to do with the Upside Down. that he was the reason that Brenner started all of these experiments and built his little "family" in their prison.

so she says Henry's the monster. or rather, Brenner was the monster, and he built Henry into the formidable monster that he then became when he fledged into Vecna. she's now dead-set on blaming it all on those two men, and it all started with Brenner, her Papa. even so, when she's saying goodbye to him, she's receptive to his touch. she leans into his hand, she accepts his affection.

she is so close to getting it. no, Brenner is not a good man, but she did love him at one point, and she still does to some degree. she might say he's the monster, but i think she doesn't really believe that. she just wants to convince herself that it's true so she can find someone to blame, to make it easy, to make it black and white.

and then Henry pushes her closer to the truth! he says that, no, Brenner was not a monster. he was just a man. a mediocre man, who sought power in others. Brenner was just a person.

again, he may have done monstrous things in that lab, but he was not the monster that El wants him to be.

and that leads us to how she views Henry.

where we left off leaves it a bit gray for me. obviously she tries talking him out of all of it, to stop his plan, to leave her friend alone, etc. "you are not the monster, Henry." but he doesn't listen. he likes being the monster. he's good at being the monster. he feels entirely justified in his actions and believes he's helping. and he's so entrenched in his own pain that he doesn't see any need to stop now while he's so close to his goal. Henry even turns it back on El, saying that she was the reason Henry even became Vecna in the first place. so, again, she could be called the "true monster" here for being the major catalyst of it all.

i think if El had the chance in that moment, she would have killed Henry. she was terrified watching him kill one of her best friends, one of her only friends in the whole world. she's killed people to protect her friends before, she isn't going to stop now.

but she couldn't. she had to rely on the teens in the Upside Down to take out his body. and, obviously, that didn't work in the end.

we don't see El talk about it any further, but with all of these prior conversations and experiences, once she's out of the heat of the moment, i think she would not want to kill Henry. just like Kali, the two of them have a bond and their shared experience under Brenner. she sees Henry as a sort of role model, a guardian, an older brother. at least, she did when she became so devoted to helping him, but just like with Brenner, i don't think that's entirely gone away.

she's terrified of him, disgusted by him, horrified at his behavior, but she simply can't see him as the pure "monster" that she wants him to be. she has to start to realize that it will never be possible to group either of them into one category. and she has to learn that that includes herself.

Eleven very easily could have become "Vecna," so to speak. she was just lucky enough to have a support system when she escaped the lab. she found the right kids who would love and support her through it all, the good and the bad, so that even if she does monstrous things, they'll be there for her to help her pick up the pieces and fix it together.

Henry didn't have that. he hid himself away, didn't admit to his family when things were bothering him (or, if he did, they didn't give him the support he needed), and allowed himself to become jaded with anything and everything that inconvenienced him. after all, nobody was helping him fix it, so he has to do it all himself.

he was trapped. just a little kid stuck in an unsavory situation, perhaps aggravated by whatever "shadow" it was that was living in the Creel House and stoking this burning ember inside of him. he was upset, hurt, felt abandoned and lost, and lashed out. it's no different to the times that El killed people in self defense, though perhaps Henry had a smidge more premeditation.

regardless, the core of both of their behaviors is the same: wanting to get out of their cage.

El was just lucky enough to have friends, and Henry was unfortunate to not have any strong, loving bonds like he so craved and needed.

Kali is sort of a middle ground for me at the moment. she is somewhere between El and Henry. she's using her hurt and anger and sadness as fuel, like Henry, but she still finds light and love in the world with her friends and family, like El. she wants to hurt people, like Henry, but she understands that there's only specific people who deserve that hurt, like El.

Henry just wants to throw out the whole baby with the bath. sure, there's specific people he's upset with, but it was the whole world that was set up to make his life harder. he wants to take out everyone because he believes the flaw runs all the way to the roots.

Eleven and Henry are on opposite ends of the spectrum. Henry wants to only see the bad, and El only wants to see the good.

Henry was hurt and then left to wallow in it for his entire life with no one offering out their hand to him. so, if everyone else is going to be "evil," why shouldn't he? he finds power that way, makes himself stronger, so he relies on it to build himself up, to the point that he actively avoids the happy memories of his victims. he can't admit that there might be good in the world, because that would strip him of all of his power. his stance would suddenly have no foundation if he were to acknowledge that there is good and love and light mixed in with all of his grief.

with this play, we'll get a glimpse at the possible happy memories that Henry has. we'll find ammunition for El to use against him, to point at and go "see! you were happy! you can still be happy! you don't have to be the monster! you can choose to get better!" that he has other qualities he can nurture other than his hatred. like Billy, he can find the good in an otherwise shitty situation and hang onto it like a life raft.

i'm not entirely sure what to expect from, nor do i know what i really want out of, the ending of season 5. will they kill Henry? will they reform him? will Henry kill himself? will Henry sacrifice himself? there's many options, and i could have a field day going through the possibilities of all of them.

at the very least, i'm almost entirely convinced that El will not want to kill him. especially with a potential time skip leaving her lots of room off-screen to mull it all over. i think she will be determined to talk him out of it. i even get a kick out of the idea of Max being trapped in his head and rooting around in his memories, playing the Ghost of Christmas Past to dredge up his younger years and go "remember this? you were happy! it's not all bad all the time, here's the evidence!"

when it comes to the other characters, i think a lot of them will still want to kill Henry. he caused all of this, after all. he's actively trying to kill them, destroy Hawkins, and potentially drag the whole world into darkness. they have to kill him, right!?

i do believe that El could potentially convince some of them to not try to kill him. especially Will, but i need to stop myself from going on that tangent or this will turn into a 20 page essay lol.

but even if they do reform him, i don't know if i want an actual "redemption" for him. like, that's not really the right word, i don't think, but i am also stupid, so.

like, i think there's lots of room for El to admit that she has done monstrous things, but her friends still stand by her and work with her to fix anything and everything that she may have caused, deliberately or not, because they love her. and she wants Henry to understand that he is just the same as her, and he is also deserving of understanding and help in fixing anything wrong he may have done, whether deliberately or because he was pushed into it.

but i haven't quite worked out where he would stand if they kept him alive. like, i can imagine two paths for him right now off the top of my head:

they fight and Henry is gravely injured. El tries to convince him and it doesn't work. Henry is petulant and stubborn and stuck in his anger and pain, and he doesn't want to listen to this child, his protégé, talk down to him and try to boss him around. so, he kills himself because, if his plan is going to fail, he'd rather be dead.

El tries to convince him and it does work, but he's in too deep now. the plan is in motion, and the only way to stop it completely is his death. so, he sacrifices himself to close the gates and keep their worlds forever separated, saving the Right Side Up from its horrible fate, but losing his own life in the process.

i hadn't thought of the 2nd option until today, and i'm actually quite fond of it. could you imagine our big villain, the one behind all of the characters' misery and pain and death, actually working on their side to fix the mess he's made?

i can totally see Henry's death being framed as a big tragedy, like Barb or Bob or Eddie, rather than the triumphant "win" it otherwise could have been. their antagonist dies, and it's sad.

and even if it was something like Will landing the final blow and killing Henry, or him killing himself, or even El taking his life, it will all be sad, because El will have learned that Henry was not purely the monster of Vecna that they'd been envisioning. he was an ordinary boy, trying to live an ordinary life, and that was ripped away from him (again, like Will, but again, i have to control myself!!!).

i so badly want El to acknowledge that she could have become our story's "Vecna," and Henry always had the capacity to become like Eleven.

in this story, there is no "monster" and no "superhero." every single person is capable of great good and great evil at the same time, and El and Henry need to meet in the middle on that spectrum. if you aren't already, i think that by the end of season 5, every member of the audience will be sympathetic toward Henry Creel, because everyone will understand that we are all capable of becoming as "bad" as him, and even he is capable of becoming "good."

should Henry be forgiven? probably not. nobody owes him forgiveness. nobody should go "aww he saved the day in the end, he was good all along!" that's not the point. the point is that despite doing bad things, all of these characters are deserving of understanding. you don't have to forgive to understand.

i really am just so interested to see more of Henry's past in an objective manner, rather than through Victor's or Henry's memory. we'll get some real meat to chew on and humanize this man that has been unfairly placed into the cookie-cutter mold of "monster."

[ahegato]

[NSFW] Obey Me - fem!MC first time with Solomon

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TW: nsfw, first time sex, loss of virginity, swearing Characters: Mon Solo Writer: ahegato

Context:  The MC would probably be pretty nervous since it’s the first time and stuff like that. Idk I lost my virginity when I was like 17 and now I’m really old, so I barely remember it. I just recall worrying about the pain while also knowing it was common, that’s about it lol

You/your pronouns, so basically gender neutral, bUT MC will have female bits.

lucifer (cumming soon) | mammon | leviathan | satan | asmodeus | beelzebub (cumming soon) | belphegor (cumming soon) | diavolo (cumming soon) | barbatos (cumming soon) | simeon (cumming soon) | solomon (ur here)

SOLOMON:

he’ll try to lighten the mood by making silly jokes

Solomon doesn’t really care about things having to be perfect and romantic, he thinks that you should be able to have fun too

because that’s what having sex is about, in the end (you know, other than procreation)

solomon will give you as much time as you need to adjust to his size without any issues, and he will tell you as much

he can easily control himself, so he doesn’t struggle at all to stay still for you

being just a human, he’s not as big as the others, so instead he uses positions that let him go deeper (or just spells if y’all feel like it)

he also doesn’t mind slowing down to make the moment last longer

“You okay?” he asks after bottoming out inside you, noticing the painful look on your face. He’s not worried, since he knows this is normal, but he is attentive.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Good. Take your time, try to focus on your breathing.” 

He leans down to kiss your nose, a hand running through your hair. His gentle touches do wonders and it doesn’t take long for you to relax and get used to the feeling.

“Okay, I’m ready now.”

With that, he slowly begins to move, experimenting with different speeds and depths, grunting from the way your insides hug him.

“Solomon, deeper...”

“Hm? You want it deeper?” he teasingly asks.

“Yes...” you whine in response.

Solomon hums in interest before pulling out, causing you to look up at him in confusion. 

Wh...why was he stopping?

“Turn around for me, love.” he whispered, spinning his finger in a circle.

You eagerly do as he says, now with your back facing him. He leans over you, his lips now right by your ear.

“...And lie down.” he whispers another instruction, which you follow, sliding down onto your belly, placing your chin on the pillow.

Cock in hand, he teased your opening with the head, rubbing it up and down against your wetness.

“Solomon, please!” you whine, tired of his antics.

The sorcerer chuckled at your impatience, but finally gave in, pushing himself inside of you, groaning as your walls pulled him in yet again. As he readjusts his position to move more easily, you squeeze your legs together. What you don’t realize is that it causes your body to also squeeze around his length even more, causing the sorcerer to let out a choked gasp.

“Oh fuck...!” Solomon cried, digging his nails into your waist at the sensation.

“Does it hurt?” you ask, understandably concerned that you might have harmed him.

“No, no. It feels so good. Please stay like that.” Solomon whispered between deep breaths, not prepared that you would feel this fucking good. The man that was earlier just grunting and huffing was now letting out whimpers and moans. Once he had gotten used to the new feeling, he slowly started to move, both of your noises coming together in harmony.

“Fuuuck, you’re so tight, I’m not gonna last very long like this. Are you ready to finish?”

Both yes and no sound good to him. Of course, nutting is great, but he definitely wouldn’t complain if you wanted him to fuck you for a bit longer.

If you say no, he’ll slow down and pause whenever he gets close so he can last longer. He’ll keep going like that until you’re getting close or you tell him you’re ready.

If you say yes, he’ll let out a moan, knowing he’ll get to reach his peak soon, before picking up the pace and force. Every time he thrusts into you, he whimpers from the sensation, your name leaving his lips every now and then. He might even bite down on your shoulder to stay quiet.

Whispers “I love you” in your ear as he finishes, and afterwards he basically collapses from the amount of pleasure he’s experiencing. Then he’ll cuddle up to you, ignoring the mess you guys probably left on the bed.

✦ 16/04/2024 - 15/05/2024 ✦ ahegato ✦

[aingeal98]

Fic author interview

Saw this and it looked like fun so here we go!

How many works do you have on AO3?

Eighteen although one is anonymous.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

265,386. Not the best but could be worse.

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Frozen History 2895

Til Divorce Do Us Part 903

Battok 387

The First (And Likely Last) Batfamily Twister Tournament 215

Sibling Scrap 191

Putting the rest of the questions under a read more because it gets long!

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

I do. I feel so grateful for every comment and I need them to know how much I appreciate it. Plus the anxiety of a full inbox and the fear of being rude outweighs the anxiety from feeling like I'm artificially inflating my comment numbers.

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Haven't actually finished it yet lol. In terms of finished ones there were a few old Naruto fics but I'd say more recently some of the stephcass ones. Either the evil batman au did to the overall premise even if it does end hopefully, or the one where Cass gets badly injured on patrol and it ends with both of them knowing she can't promise not to do it again next time because her life will always be less valuable than every other persons even if it causes Steph pain to see her hurt.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Shiny Happy People. Or the battinson au stephcass first kiss fic.

7. Do you write crossovers?

None so far unless you count fics that reference different batfamily comics

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

A few times lol, mostly with the more popular fics. Mostly about how the family treats Jason (which I make no apologies for lol there's plenty of fics out there that have everyone talk to him like they're a therapist and center his feelings above their own. I just don't think they're likely to do that in canon nor should I have to write them doing that just because it's popular. Let them be mean to each other.)

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Not opposed to writing it but no not yet lol. It's always easier for me to let the screen fade to black and skip it.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

A lot of my old fics from fanfic dot net appeared on copycat websites? Not quite stealing since they were still credited to me but it still felt weird since I have no idea what those sites are all about or who uploaded them there.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

People have asked and I've happily agreed but I don't think I ever checked back in to see if they actually managed it.

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

I've had beta editors and people I bounce ideas off of but so far every fic has been written solely by me.

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Brittana. The bond between a girl and the awful TV show that made her realise she wasn't straight is the strongest and most powerful force in the universe.

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

My Reverse Robins au. By making it a collection of oneshots I've pretty much ensured it'll never be truly finished because I can keep coming back to it whenever I have a new idea.

15. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue I think. It flows easily from my brain to the page. Other than that I've no idea lol.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

I would say everything else but I know my friends would yell at me for thinking that. So maybe the way I struggle to finish fics and instead just keep writing until 3k one shots are multichapter 15k monsters

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

If the POV character understands what's been said then I put it in italics. Otherwise I'd keep it in the original language and put the translations at the end. Never had to do it yet thankfully because I know I'd struggle getting accurate translations.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Naruto. It was a tragic comedy one shot about the akatsuki. Although technically it would be a zutara twilight au that I thankfully never published. (I didn't even ship zutara I just wanted to make a twilight au and thought he fit the role of Edward best)

19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

Off the top of my head Cassrose and harpercass

20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

I can't choose overall, although I guess it would probably have to be Frozen History just for the sheer amount of effort and words I put into it. Even though there's so much that makes me cringe and that I'd want to redo, it was definitely a highlight for me at the time of writing. Most recently I'd say Occam.

Tagging anyone that wants to give this a try! I'm curious to see what other people's answers would be :D

[thedeviousdo]

Just As Usual..A Space Saga

Part Seven

Minseok, Chanyeol, Kyungsoo and Jongin appeared in the middle of the main desk. Jongin let go of the others' hands and instantly collapsed into Kyungsoo’s side, body no longer able to hold him up. 

"Woah Jongin!" Kyungsoo quickly wrapped his arms around him, gently bringing him down to the ground. 

"T-too much too fast." He whispered. 

“Baekhyun, get us as far away from here as you can… fast.” Minseok ordered.

Baekhyun’s eyes were wide as he whirled around to his controls, and within moments the ship started off towards a chosen destination. “Min what the fu- Chanyeol!" Baekhyun yelled, jumping up from his seat as Chanyeol fell to his knees, hands pressed next to the hilt of a blade sticking out from under his ribs. 

Minseok got to Chanyeol just as Baekhyun did, both helping him lay on his back before he collapsed instead. He barely let out a pained groan, his eyes fluttering to stay open. 

"We have to take it out." Baekhyun said, removing his jacket to press at Chanyeol’s growing red wound. 

"N-no...don't. Too m-much blood loss." Jongin tried to stand but his legs gave out after rising only a few inches. He ignored the grumbled curse from Kyungsoo to stay still. "Get us...to the med-medic station."

"I've got the stretchers!" Sehun ran up to them, two stretchers floating behind him. 

"Help them, b-be careful, do it smoothly." Jongin nodded towards Chanyeol, sighing when Kyungsoo went over to help lift him on the stretcher. 

"On three." Minseok watched for everyone to nod before he started his countdown. 

They lifted Chanyeol onto the stretcher swiftly, Baekhyun keeping pressure on the wound the whole time. Kyungsoo came back to Jongin’s side, lifting him effortlessly onto the second stretcher. 

Jongin listed off the few things to prepare for Chanyeol to Sehun so he could run ahead, the others going as fast as the hover stretchers allowed, followed behind. They entered the medic station shortly after Sehun, Yixing instantly getting up from his bed.

"What happened?" Yixing asked.

"Detain him." Minseok said, as they walked Chanyeol’s stretcher to the operating table. 

"What?" Sehun asked as he turned around to look at Minseok. 

Minseok looked up from Chanyeol’s side, "I said detain him. Now. It's an order." His voice was low and clipped. He kept his stare on Sehun before he moved into action.

Yixing didn't say a word as he silently put his wrists out to Sehun when he pulled a hidden set of cuffs from a nearby drawer. 

"Sit on your bed until we get things under control." Minseok watched Yixing nod and sit down before he turned to Jongin. "What do you need so that you can help Chanyeol?"

Jongin looked up from his own patient bed that Kyungsoo got him on. "Sehun, th-the yellow needle, give that to Minseok. Use... it anywhere in his up-upper arm, Min. Then use those scissors… and cut away his shirt. Kyungsoo... get the antiseptics and b-bandage supplies." He waited as everyone did as they were told, taking deep breaths as some of his energy slowly started to come back to him. 

"What happened? How did you get here? What happened to those two? And why the hell did he have to lock up Yixing?" Baekhyun asked as he watched Minseok inject Chanyeol’s arm, saying sorry when he groaned. 

"Later, once we get these two patched up." Minseok gave a hard look to Baekhyun when he started to object then turned back to Jongin. "What now?" He asked before starting on cutting away Chanyeol’s shirt. 

"I need a half dose... of adrenaline, then I c-can take over."

Kyungsoo looked away from Minseok and the others towards Jongin. "You need rest." he said sternly, ignoring the eye roll from Jongin.

"I will, after." Jongin sat straighter in the bed, "the blue capped needle in that dr-drawer."  He pointed to the long set of cabinets along the far wall. Baekhyun rummaged through the drawer before bringing the syringe to him. "Soo, you know where it goes… I can't do it… myself."

Kyungsoo gave him a pointed look before taking the syringe from Baekhyun. He waited for Jongin to pull aside his shirt above his heart before he brought the needle down hard on Jongin’s chest. 

"Oh shit that hurts more than I was expecting." Jongin gasped, rubbing his chest once Kyungsoo took the needle away. He felt the drug work its way through his system, taking several deep breaths he got to his feet. 

~

Jongin helped Chanyeol sit up, moving the back of the bed up to a reasonable position that wouldn’t hurt his injury. “It will heal by tonight, but for now you need to stay in bed. No major movements. Let the meds work."

Chanyeol nodded, color was returning to his face and lips, though he still looked drawn and tired. “Thanks, Nini.” 

Baekhyun sat at the end of Chanyeol’s bed, looking between all of them and Yixing, who had been sitting silently on his bed for the last hour. “Some explanation would be great.” He looked towards Minseok, “You two went down to see Junmyeon and Jongdae and twenty minutes later the four of you are on the main deck. This one nearly dying from over exerting himself and this one having a freaking dagger stabbed into his body.”

“We noticed the comms were down and went to look for Kyungsoo but couldn’t find him or Jongin.” Sehun added, still standing his guard next to Yixing’s bed. 

“I was able to teleport down to the planet to grab them.” Jongin said calmly as he took a seat on the bed he used earlier. 

“Bullshit.” Baekhyun and Sehun both said at the same time.

“We don’t have our powers...not anymore.” Baekhyun said, obvious hurt in his voice. 

“It’s true, Jongin was able to use his and so was I.” Kyungsoo said from his spot against the wall next to Jongin’s bed. “Yixing was able to give it back to us.”

All eyes turned slowly to Yixing, he hadn’t moved or said a word since Sehun had to put the cuffs on him. He looked at all of them in turn before stopping at Minseok.

Minseok took a few steps until he was standing in front of him. “Time for some answers.”

“It’s true… I was able to heal them.”

“How? Start from the beginning.” Minseok said as he crossed his arms. 

Yixing looked down at his hands, taking a few breaths he said, “The Red Force is behind all of this." He slowly looked back up, "I was on Harmaa, I had found some wildlife and decided to follow them, maybe find more of their kind. But I found a hidden building instead, it was built into a giant black mountain. If I hadn’t followed those animals I probably wouldn’t have seen it. I found a way in, at first I thought it was abandoned but then I saw him.”

“Who?” Sehun asked, he had let his hands fall to his side, no longer near the weapon that hung from his belt. 

“Junmyeon. But… he looked different, even walked differently.” Yixing shook his head, “I shouldn’t have called after him but I was shocked to see him there and yelled his name before I really thought it through. He gave me this smile… and I knew at that moment I wasn’t walking out of that building. He tapped something on his wrist and that’s when Jongin appeared. He looked different too, he had me thrown to the ground in a blink of an eye, laughing as he pushed my face into the floor.” Yixing paused, taking another few breaths as a few of the others cursed under their own. “I don’t remember much from those first few days or weeks, they kept me drugged or-.”

“What?”

“A few liked pain… I-I don’t need to give you details on that.” 

“Min… let me take the cuffs off.” Sehun turned to look at Minseok, eyes pleading.

Minseok gave a tiny shake of his head, “Not yet. I’m sorry.” He said the last part to Yixing when he caught his eye. 

Yixing gave him a knowing nod before he continued. “After that they finally started testing on me. Taking my blood mostly, but they hooked a wire behind my ear.” He lifted his hand, fingers grazing the tiny pinpricks hidden in his hair. “There was a doctor, someone I never saw before, named Burrs. He was the only one I saw for the majority of the time. He said I was special, not many of our kind are Healers… he was delighted I was there. At a point I guess he felt comfortable around me because he started to talk more, answer some of my questions. He said the Red Force was able to shut off our powers, he had designed a chemical they were able to deposit into the atmosphere and anyone on the planet for a certain timeframe would be affected.”

“Why though?” Chanyeol asked, voice barely a whisper. “Why take it?”

Yixing gave a small shrug, “Because they didn’t have any themselves and they wanted the upper hand. Apparently they had been making clones for years, that’s why it felt like no matter how many times we won against them there was always more.”

“That’s true, their planet is small compared to the armies they had always been able to assemble.” Kyungsoo said, rubbing his chin, “Even with the alliances they’ve been able to make. The numbers never made sense.”

“Okay, but how were they able to clone us?” Jongin asked. 

“Burrs said something about breaking into one of our command locations, they were able to steal some of our blood from records there.” Yixing looked around the room, “I don’t know which of you they were able to clone, I only saw some of us.”

“Baekhyun was on Leavale along with Jongin, JD and Junmyeon, so we know of four.” Minseok rubbed his neck. “Did you see anyone else?”

Yixing shook his head, “No.”

“How did our clones have powers?” Chanyeol asked, wincing when he took too deep of a breath. Baekhyun helped reposition his pillow before sitting back down beside him.

“I’m not fully sure, from what I gathered, they had a few of our people before that they tested on, when they first made they made the chemical to take it away. Burrs had said they had been trying on their regular clones to give them powers, a reversal of how they took them away but it didn’t work. They got lucky when they tried it on a clone from our planet, they used a Healer to keep that clone alive through the transfer of powers. I was able to get my hands on some of their records before Junmyeon caught me." Yixing paused as a shiver ran down his back. "But, powers have to stay in what the clone of the person had. So water to water, fire to fire etc and the Healer keeps them alive to make it work.”

Jongin gave him a long look, “What happened when you were caught?”

“He let a few have fun, only order was to keep me alive enough.” 

“How did you end up on Caldor? How did you get your power back?” Minseok asked quickly, not wanting Yixing to feel he needed to explain more. 

“Burrs said he needed to slowly bring it back so that they could use me to transfer powers to more clones. I acted like it wasn’t working, I was hoping that would trick them into giving it all back. I knew at a point I nearly had it all back and that’s when they said they needed me as bait for all of you. They need you for something. They drugged me… heavily and left me on Caldor for you all to find. They underestimated you guys though and we got away. But that also meant the drug was never lifted the way they had planned. Burrs said the drug basically was a virus and needed an antidote to reverse what it does. Coma like stasis and memory loss, just in case I woke up somehow I still couldn't tell anyone about anything. I think with how long I was on the planet and them never giving me the antidote, I would've died if I didn't have my power back."

Jongin nodded, "You had high levels of carbon dioxide and several others in your system when I got you back to the ship."

"And giving Jongin and Soo their powers back?" Baekhyun asked.

Yixing gave a tiny shrug, "It was a hypothesis I had, if a healer was used in the transfer of powers, to heal it as it goes, then they should be able to heal the powers that were there already."

Minseok took a small step toward Yixing. "And how do we know you're not a clone?"

TBC

Masterlist

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☆ — MY FAVORITE TOKYO REVENGERS CHARACTERS AS MY FAVORITE TROPES.

FEATURING. mitsuya, baji, kazutora, mikey and shinichiro

TAGS. fluff, slight mention of violence, mentions of being intoxicated, a little angst in mitsuya and mikey's part. umm I think that's all, lemme know if I missed anything

NOTE. some of these might not actually be tropes.. I don't know lol but you get the gist. first Tokyo rev work, hope you like it 😉 I'll probably do a part two bc I still have some favorite characters of mine. reblogs are appreciated <33

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☆ — mitsuya takes a hold of the brother's best friend to lovers trope. well, not exactly lovers...mitsuya's convinced that he'll never see you in that way. your heart cracks a little when those words leave his lips. and it practically crumbles into fine dust when he adds on with an I see you as a sister, lavender eyes shine with sympathy upon seeing your clenched fists. you fight with everything in you to keep the tears at bay but it's all in vain. embarrassingly, little sobs wrack your body. mitsuya, the cause of your pain, pulls you into a hug and whispers apologies. you should push him away. use your legs to turn and run, collapse into your pillow and cry till the sun comes up but you find yourself melting into his chest. he smells of what you've grown to love because of him, like baked goods and faint lavender. it's all ironic really, his actions are just making you fall harder, feelings expanding dangerously so. but now you know, there can't possibly be any hope for him to recuperate.

☆ — baji undoubtedly takes the enemies to lovers trope with his backhanded compliments and stolen glances. you’ve always hated his snarky remarks but you absolutely loathed the grin he wore whenever he finished his statements —annoyingly attractive fangs and all. when that happens, his eyes are always searching for your reaction, lingering for a second too long on your lips. you always catch it though, curious eyes lock with his but he plays it off with yet again, a smug grin. one that you'd oh, so dearly would love to wipe off. but despite your irritated chides, a huge jubilee rings through your mind. of course, you don’t act on it. you’d rather string him along until he cracks; that's something (you at least think) an enemy would do.

☆ — kazutora embodies the forbidden lover trope fresh out of juvenile detention. your parents don't have a single ounce of respect for the boy you've grown to love but (no matter how cliché it sounds) they don't know him as you do. they don’t know the layers of affection that shine when you’re with him. they don’t see the pretty magnolias nor the poorly written (he tries his best, you can tell) love letters he leaves on your window sill. they don’t know that kazutora is breath of fresh air; inhales, and exhales of pure adoration. they don’t know of the nights where he’s just a vulnerable boy again, in your arms, nothing but a person of shaky breath and clammy skin when nightmares take him as claim. they don’t know him because they don’t care to. but in hindsight, you don’t really mind because kazutora is an enigma you only wish to piece together and see.

☆ — mikey seizes the childhood best friends to lovers trope completely. you've always admired him from afar. you've admired his strength, his ability to weave friendship & loyalty together so easily. he's unyielding and stubborn at times, acts like a child for the rest. it's all endearing, everything he does is. he doesn't let you get involved with toman at all, sometimes he acts like you don't exist and it hurts but you understand. you understand the life he's chosen, how much it's shaped him for better or for worse. and you desperately want to see the world he crafts, his new age. you're always their as support. when he fights, you're bandaging his wounds. when he gets into arguments with draken or whosoever, you give him advice. when he's lost, his mind to entrapped with dark, abyssal thoughts, you're there to erase them. the thing is mikey knows. he sees the way your heart wishes to merge with his through the look in your eyes; how they shine bright whenever he's around. even if it doesn't seem like it, he feels the same way. but mikey has never learned to do things for his own good.

☆ — shinichiro i think takes the roommates to lovers trope, he's the roommate you gush over to your friends. to them, he's the boy who knows how to fix motorcycles and smokes. they're tired of hearing your sighs and fears of confessing. your heart always gets stuck in your throat when they tell you that it's time to face your fears or there's nothing to lose. but they don't really understand, what if you lost the morning talks with him, the rushed, late night trips to restock on food supplies, the intoxicated giggles at night after a grueling lecture? all ruined by admitting how long you've pined over him. but when you think hard enough, you can remember the way his hands had brushed over your waist when he passed by or how he's always volunteering to make you breakfast, lunch and dinner. or how he memorizes your schedule and sets an alarm for you both. or how — when he thinks your fast asleep — plants a light kiss on your forehead when you collapse on the living room couch. yeah, your friend nods as you spill everything, you really do need to confess.

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