#using Killer as a scapegoat lol

[nethhiri]

Marooned: Chapter 41

Kid x FemReader x Killer

Warnings: Sex, mentions of violence

Discovery

Waking up in Killer's bear hug made you question if you wanted to ever leave the Kid Pirates to pursue your personal goals. Even though you didn't deserve this level of affection and kindness in the first place, you greedily craved more of it. What if you could wake up every day like this? Would that be enough to fulfill you? You thought this journey you were on was purely for yourself, but the more you thought about abandoning it, the more you thought you would be letting down the victims. 

There wasn't a rush. You didn't have to decide now. It had just been weighing on your mind. Surely if you stayed long enough, with the path Kid was on, you would come across boundless marines. 

"Darlin?" Killer's bangs covered his eyes but he was awake. He probably sensed that you were awake and woke up too. 

You pulled your face from its place on his shoulder. "Mm?"

"You ok? You were making a face."

"That's just my face." You scratched his goatee. 

"No, no. Your face is usually much meaner." 

You playfully bapped his cheek. "How dare you. You're lucky I like you." You pulled him towards you, guiding his lips your own. "It's "later" you know."

"It is," Killer agreed slowly. He was mentally calculating how long he had before he needed to start breakfast. It was hard to think when his mind was focused on the way his body was reacting to your lips and teeth against his neck. He allowed himself to give in to your touch. 

You threw your leg over his hip, noticing that he had removed his jeans at some point during the night. Winding your hand into his hair, you pulled him back to your mouth, tasting his tongue on yours, feeling his breath hitch when your hand felt along his hardness. His hand ran from your face, to your breasts, kneading them, running his thumb over your nipples. It went lower, squeezing your hip, your ass, pulling your thigh tighter to him. 

Killer rolled over you, pulling your other leg up around him. Through his boxers, he was grinding his dick against you, groaning into your kisses. His hand moved to replace his dick, sliding two fingers into your wetness. He coaxed sweet sounds from your mouth, pumping his fingers slowly in an out of you, adding a third to prepare you for him. The wet fabric of his boxers,  a mixture of his precum and your wetness, clung to his skin. 

You whined as he removed his fingers, licking them off, and kissing you again with the taste of you on his tongue. You felt his weight shift as he removed the last bit of cloth between you. A second later you felt his tip pressing against your slit. You pushed your heels into his back, prompting him to continue. 

Killer groaned as he felt your cunt envelope him completely, pushing in until his balls gently slapped against your ass. His cock twitched hearing the wanton moan from you as he pushed past your folds. Finally, he could feel how tight and hot and wet you were. It was his own fault he waited this long in the first place, but he was right when he thought it would be all the more worth it when he finally fucked you. He could feel your eagerness from the way your walls pulsed and gripped against him and the way your hips rolled up for friction.

The dam had been broken. Neither of you could keep your hands or your mouths off each other. You were desperate to swallow his moans, and he, yours. Your hands were scratching at his back or pulling his hair. He was pulling yours, too, mostly to keep you still so he could keep kissing you deeply. He pumped into you at a decent pace, not too slow, not too fast. Making breakfast was forgotten. Killer was only focused on making one thing and it was making you cum. Killer leaned up for a moment, grabbing your thighs and pushing them down until your knees almost reached your ears. He wanted to kiss you some more, but he wanted to watch your face when you came even more. 

"Fuck, Killer," you moaned as he hit a deep angle. "Don't s-stop." Your eyes were half closed, though still watching his abs contract with every thrust, watching his shaft disappear inside you repeatedly, watching his hair tumble over his shoulders. Your eyes drifted to his, where they were caught by his bright blue irises. The angle his cock was hitting you and the way he was looking at you brought you closer to the edge. 

Killer stared down at you and licked his lips. Every buck of his hips made your tits bounce. Your chest heaved with how hard you panted. The sinfully wet sounds coming from your cunt were driving him wild. He was kicking himself for not eating you out first. Next time. The look in your eyes alone made him want to nut. Your pleas for him to fuck you harder did not go unheeded. He could feel your entire body tense, your thighs pushing back against his hold, your head tipping back, your back arching. The praise falling from your kiss-swollen lips and the increase in wetness around his cock made his hips stutter. 

A wave of pleasure flooded your body in surges. "You make me feel s-so good, Kil." You tugged at him. "Please k-kiss me m-more." You were still riding out your orgasm, meeting the rhythm of his hips with your own. You didn't expected him to scoop you up to straddle his lap. His hands grabbed your hips and moved you up and down his length, pressing you down and grinding into it. His cock hit your deepest center, forcing you to the edge a second time in this overstimulated state. "Fuck. I'm-." His lips went to your neck, kissing it, whispering things into your ear. 

"Cum again for me." He pushed your hips into his own again. "I n-need to see it again." One of his hands slid so his thumb could reach your clit, rubbing against it. 

It was like his voice has a hold on you. You wanted more of his praise. The pressure against your now-oversensitive clit made you cry out. The coil in your belly was about to unwind.

"That's it." Killer brought you down onto himself harder. "You're being s-so good f-or me." 

That pushed you to your climax, falling into him and moaning into his neck as you dug your nails into his back. You felt Killer's grip tighten on your hips, rutting up into you with a more erratic pace until he came with a grunt. Your hips rocked into his slowly, until you felt him stop twitching inside you. You sighed and turned your head on his shoulder to look at him while his hand drifted lazily over the soft skin of your back. You sat up and gave him another kiss before getting off him to clean up. 

Wordlessly, you both put clothes on, adjusting each other's clothes and hair to mask the freshly fucked appearance that you both had. It was easy for him. He could wear his helmet. For you, the flush in your cheeks carried on as you helped Killer with breakfast. Every time Killer looked at you, with your face like that, his heart skipped. When he felt the scratches on his back sting, he thought of all the sweet sounds from that morning. 

That felt so much different from the other encounters you had on the ship, even the ones that Killer participated in. It felt... tender? Loving? It made a fire erupt in your chest. It made your stomach churn. For the rest of the day, you couldn't look him in the face, for if you did, a big goofy smile would threaten to appear and all you could see was his sparkling blue eyes staring at you, filled with emotion. What did it mean? 

Even Kid noticed the weird atmosphere between the two of you, pointing it out during breakfast. You had moved spots lately from sitting with the girls to sitting with the officers, sometimes at Kid's request, sometimes of your own accord. 

"Fuck is up with the two of ya?" Kid spoke through a mouthful of eggs. "Thought ya would be in a good mood from all the noise coming from yer cabin this morning, Kil." 

Killer shot him a look through the holes in his mask. 

"Oh so you can't get up with the sound of your own name being called, but you're suddenly the world's lightest sleeper if food or sex is involved?" You rolled your eyes.

Kid looked at you like you were stupid. "Aye. Those are my two highest priorities." He glanced at his empty plate and back at you. "So how bout ya help me with the second one." 

"Get bent." You grabbed his empty plate and your own to put them up.

You spent most of the day doing deck chores. When you finished them, you decided to work on how you could manipulate your power so that you could travel. You probably had the capability to create wings, though without experimenting, you didn't want to risk it, because you didn't want to fuck up your own body by accident. You couldn't create something from nothing either. Air had particles of water in it. Maybe you could condense the water to form a solid platform to step on. You concentrated until you could see droplets forming in the air in front of you. If this didn't work you would have to try learning how to moon step.

It took a long time for enough droplets to form a small square. It wasn't very high off the ground. You took an experimental step; it worked. You created another step, and another, and another. You would have to practice until you could make them effortlessly, because each one took way too long to make. You looked down; you had gone much higher up than you intended. It's fine. I'm fine. Intrusive thoughts would win today. But what if I fall? The thought banished your platforms from existence. 

"Fuck!" You fell toward the deck. Please someone catch me. Please catch me. I don't want a broken back today. You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to relax your body, tensing would only cause more damage. You thought Kid would catch you with his big purple hamster ball so you would float nicely above the deck. The falling sensation stopped, yet you remained in the air. Upon opening your eyes, you were floating just above the deck. You felt incredibly undignified, yelling and falling, now spinning around in this stupid fucking orb. You caught sight of Kid, who had no doubt come to see what the ruckus was about. "Well? put me down already."

"Doll, I'm not doing that." He was mesmerized by whatever was happening around you. 

"What?!" You started floating around more erratically. "That's not fucking funny, Kid." More people had gathered to see what was going on. 

"I swear on the one piece. It ain't me." Kid could feel a strong magnetic energy coming from you, but it wasn't regular. It was very uncontrolled, erratic. "Yer doing that." 

You saw now that this thing surrounding you was yellow, not purple like Kid's power. You didn't even know how you did it or what you were doing. Sure you imagined Kid's magnetic field, but as far as you knew, you couldn't manipulate anything like that. "How do I get out?"

Heat moved to pull you from the orb but Kid quickly stopped him. "Don't touch it." Kid could tell from the chaotic energy crackling around, nothing good would come of making contact. If it was emitting magnetism in a regular field, he could have countered it. The irregularity and unpredictability of the field mad bit impossible. Plus, he didn't know what would happen to you inside it. "Ya gotta figure that out on yer own."

If you were imagining being caught by Kid in a ball, and still trying to conjure up dense particles to stand on, maybe you created a ball of condensed air particles. You didn't know much about physics. If you had, you would know that you had accidentally created a sort of plasma by bringing all the particles together in such high density, in turn disturbing the atoms and releasing large amounts of energy that only made the matter around you more unstable. And in doing so, made a solid-like protective orb around yourself. You started imagining the opposite, the particles spreading back out and dissolving into the background atmosphere. You willed your feet to be on the deck. 

It did not dissipate quietly. There was a flash and a sudden release of intense heat, almost like a ball of lightning, followed by a rumbling shockwave of thunder. Nonetheless, you were dropped to the deck on your ass, mostly unharmed, only tired. 

Kid squatted down in front of you. "Let's not do that on the ship again, ok, doll?" The instability of whatever you just did scared him. That was enough energy to rip apart the boat if you lost control of it. He was also very intrigued by it. If he could build something to channel that same energy, he could turn it into a power source, or better yet, a weapon. He offered his hand to you, pulling you up with him when he stood up. "Come with me. I wanna show ya somethin."

"I swear to god if it's your dick, Eustass." 

"No!" He pulled his hand away, suddenly aware that it was still holding yours. "I think about stuff besides sex ya know." 

"With that big, heavy brain of yours."

"Damn right!" 

Kid predictably led you to his workshop. He dug around, moving a bunch of scraps, before pulling out something leather and metal. He held it up so you could see it. 

"Is that...?" 

"When ya called me a dog, it gave me an idea. Ya keep tryna run away, so I gotta make sure ya don't get far."

"I thought you said this wasn't a sex thing."

"Very telling, that yer thinking of it like that."

You rolled your eyes. "Shut up, Kid."

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"Can I put it on ya?"

"Oh... Didn't think I had a choice." You might as well let him. You kinda liked it.

Kid shrugged, maybe a hint of pink on his cheeks. "I'm a nice guy like that."

"Okay." You turned around and moved your hair out of the way. "I'll play along."

Kid knew you would like it. You acted like you were indifferent, but he could tell you wanted to wear it. It was obvious you liked things around your neck and you liked when someone else was in control. Now you would look more like a Kid Pirate, too. Kid had made you a black leather collar with "Rotten" on the tag, small spikes studded around it. He held something reflective up so you could see what it looked like on, flipping the tag around so you could see what was written on the other side: If found, return to Kid Pirates.

That made you snort, yet made you feel more comfortable on the crew. It was very well crafted. You were surprised that he could make something so nice in a short amount of time. You turned slightly to see it from different angles. "It's alright." 

Kid tossed the metal aside and turned you back around. "Whatever. I know ya love it." He took the tag between his fingers and smirked. He pulled you with his devil fruit, closer to himself. He frowned when he saw you wince. There was something responding to his magnetism that wasn't your collar, or figuratively He felt bad that he hadn't noticed it earlier. "Did you get shot?!"

"Oh yeah. I did. Sort of forgot in all the action." You could feel the bullet fragments shift with the magnetism and it wasn't comfortable. 

"What do ya mean ya fucking forgot!?" 

"I can't feel them or anything."

"What if I accidentally ripped them out of ya!" 

"That would have been inconvenient."

"Yer fuckin insane." 

"But that's why you like me so much." You jingled the tag on your new accessory. "Which is also why you're gonna help me take them out.... Not like the first time though." You remembered the time he helped with the bullet fragments in your leg. This situation was more dangerous and decidedly less sexy. You had to focus on not allowing yourself to bleed internally. 

Kid made a face. "Can't Killer do it?" 

"Yeah sure. Did he learn to manipulate metal recently?" 

Kid groaned, kind of similar to how a child groans when they don't want to do chores.

You thought it was a bit strange that he was this reluctant. "What? You don't want to help me?" 

"No. Not- That's not it."

You weren't going to force him to help. "Ok. Fine. You don't have to. I'll have to dig around myself." You shrugged. It would be a lot easier and faster if Kid zipped the fragments out. 

Kid felt his face get hot. "I want ta help, okay?" He was fighting himself. "I... don't want to hurt ya, though."

"Kid, please." You rolled your eyes. "When have you ever cared about hurting me or not?" 

"Don't do that." Kid's voice became more stern. "Ya know what the circumstances were." Kid paused. "Ya hurt me, too." 

You hummed, contemplating. "That's fair." You held out your hand. "Truce. I won't try to kill you again if you return the favor."

Kid shook your hand. "Truce."

"Cuz I would have beat you the next time and I wouldn't want Killer to be sad." 

Kid pulled your hand and jerked you towards himself, caging you against him with his metal arm. "Ya think so, brat?" Kid smirked at you. "I would have let ya win. Cuz Killer really likes his little kitchen whore."

"It's called a sous chef." You raised an eyebrow. "Good thing we called truce then. For Killer's sake." 

"For Killer's sake," he agreed. 

There was a certain tension in the air.

Next Chapter

[qqueenofhades]

-Runs back into the room from having been wrapped up in the Sub Shitshow- context PLEASE on what’s up with Putin!?

Lol okay buckle up:

Yevgeny Prighozin is (well, as of now) one of Putin's closest allies. He is Putin's former chef and now the CEO of Wagner Group, the Russian private army of mercenaries who have spent a decade plundering Africa and destroying Syria in the employ of various terrible local dictators. Since the invasion of Ukraine, Wagner has become one of the Russian army's mainstays, mostly because they're the only ones who seem able to actually do anything. Of course, it did still take them nine months to take Bakhmut, Ukraine's *checks notes* 53rd largest city with very little strategic value, but given what a shitshow the regular Russian army has been, that's good. Or something.

The Russian army is mostly good at destroying dams and bombing civilians, which are obviously terrible for many reasons, but not that useful in the military scheme of things.

However, Wagner are also -- I hasten to stress -- thoroughly terrible people. Aside from all the shit in Africa and Syria, they've done likewise in Ukraine and will continue to do so. Legally speaking, they technically "don't exist," which has allowed them to get around a lot of the usual rules and regulations that are supposed to "bind" (ha) the Russian army. They are obviously in Ukraine directly at Putin's behest and doing Putin's bidding, but it turns out that giving an ambitious and amoral psychopathic warlord his own private army of criminals, rapists, killers, and whoever else they can dredge out of Russia's prisons to throw at the front line and die en masse may not be a good idea?

Shocking, I know.

Anyway, Prigozhin has spent months ripping into the Russian Minister of Defense, Sergei Shoigu, for what a whole shitshow clusterfuck this whole stupid war patently is. (Not, however, that this has stopped him from continuing to eagerly carry it out, since he's just as much or indeed even more of a zealot as the rest of Putin's government.) This has included blaming Shoigu for equipment losses, underprovisioning of Wagner troops, general strategic numbnuttery, etc. Prigozhin has not, however -- again, until now -- attacked Putin directly, or backed off from getting his losers killed in Bakhmut and/or wherever else. One suspects that Putin has been perfectly happy to let Prigozhin scapegoat Shoigu for the war's failures, since this means Shoigu can always just conveniently fall out a window or something if it gets too necessary to make a public show of displeasure, and not Putin.

HOWEVER, things took a turn VERY FAST today, within about 12 hours. Prigozhin has, as noted, spent months tearing the Russian military leadership a new asshole -- not because he's a good guy (he's a fucking war criminal on like, 10 different levels), but because it is plainly obvious what a shitshow this is and even a war criminal has his limits as to how much totally pointless murderous bullshit he wants to go through, I guess. (That includes telling the truth about why the war started -- i.e. to steal Ukrainian stuff/land for the oligarchs, and not any of Putin's other stupid excuses.)

Today (June 23) Prigozhin accused the Russian Ministry of Defense of orchestrating a rocket attack on Wagner's camp in eastern Ukraine (near the Russian border) and causing massive casualties;

We don't have proof of this yet, or indeed much else of what Prigozhin is talking about, BUT he finally decided to put his Coup Hat On and get serious about "punishing" Russian military leadership, i.e. presumably Shoigu, declaring that "there are 25,000 of us [Wagner soldiers] and we're coming into Russia to sort out this chaos"

So -- again, according to Prigozhin, who is not the world's most reliable source on anything -- he turned his army of yoinks around, left Ukraine, and marched into the southwestern Russian city of Rostov-on-Don, where the Russian military command in charge of the assault on Ukraine is headquartered;

For a while, there was nothing but Prigozhin's various unhinged rants on Telegram to prove any of this, but it's now early tomorrow morning in Russia and there are indeed a lot of videos of what DOES IN FACT LOOK like Wagner mercenaries rolling into Rostov and storming Ministry of Defense buildings;

Firm information on what is going on is almost nonexistent, even for Russia, but Putin is clearly taking this seriously; Moscow is shut down, there are armored vehicles on the streets, Google is down in Russia, and Russian newscasters are interrupting their broadcasts to insist Don't Look, Everything Is Fine Here, Totally Fine, Do You Hear Swan Lake? I Don't Hear Swan Lake!

Nobody can find Putin either, allegedly, but don't worry! He has been "briefed on the situation and everything is under control!"

The Russian FSB (successor to the KGB) has meanwhile issued a warrant for Prigozhin's arrest, said they'll charge/prosecute him for treason and armed rebellion against the state, and ordered him to stand down/his own men to arrest him

This, uh, does not appear to be working

ANYWAY, Putin's basically fucked no matter how this ends. Wagner literally just led an armed mutiny, he can't feel good about sending his ex-bestie Prigozhin back to Ukraine with any confidence that his orders will continue to be obeyed, it's Russian-on-Russian open war in the streets of Rostov and God knows where else, he's totally lost control of the narrative, the war, the domestic political situation, Wagner, probably good chunks of the Russian military command/elite establishment, etc., and we all know what happens to dictators in Russia who can no longer dictate

(And yet the Russian army is still finding time to lob some missiles at civilian buildings in Kyiv tonight, because they suck).

This is obviously a huge lucky break for Ukraine as well, since if the Russians are busy fighting each other, they can continue to push for a big breakthrough on their counteroffensive.

So yeah. Pride Month really wheeling out the big guns here, after Putin was the top option picked for Lady Karma to do her thing on in my poll a few weeks ago.

Stay tuned.

[dalekofchaos]

Tamber Ghostfaces au

Imagine an au where Amber and Tara are both Ghostface and girlfriends in Scream 5.

Amber's motive is a mix of her original motive and Richie's motive mixed into one. . Tara’s motive would be Sam left her. Her father left her. Her mother is the town pariah who constantly leaves her for work, Wes was obsessed with her and the only guy she liked was stolen from her. Her life was shit and it started the moment that Sam left her. All she had was Amber. They became best friends, shared their love of horror and became girlfriends.

Suddenly the Stab franchise became shit. Amber was pissed and Tara found out where Sam is and she came up with the perfect plan. "Let's make the perfect Stab movie and get my revenge on Sam, babe." "OUR revenge, she hurt you baby and I can't let that go."

Tara would be the opening act. She would appear as the "helpless victim" to lure Sam back to Woodsboro.

They had to choose a fall guy and Amber plans to pin it on Richie cause she found some very DAMNING comments on the Woodsboro subreddit.

Movie goes pretty much the same. All the same people die, but Wes is kept alive.

Wes takes Tara to hide to keep her safe makes a pathetic confession to Tara and then Tara slices his neck open and says "sorry Wes, I'm gay."

Richie protests his innocence to Sam insisting he is not Ghostface and that he's not Amber's partner.

Tara enters the room, drops the inhaler and pulling a Doofy from Scary Movie and says "he's right Sam, I'm Amber's partner" and slits his throat ear to ear.

Tara and Amber turn to Sam and grinning in unision. Tara takes the voice changer. "Surprise, Sam?"

Sam is horrified about what she just saw. She's all alone and left at the mercy of her sister and her crazy girlfriend.

Tara lays it all on her sister. "Why? WHY??? YOU. LEFT. ME! All I wanted was your love and you left me. Then dad left after you RUINED our family's lives. And if that wasn't enough, I was left at the mercy of our drunken pariah of a mother's abuse. You left and I was the target of her abuse. I was the target of some fuckboy's pathetic crush, the one guy I did like chose Liv over me. My life was shit and the only person I had was Amber. My soulmate, my partner and my love." Tara and Amber kiss.

Amber tells her what she said in Scream 5. The plan to make the perfect Stab movie, pin the deaths on Sam and Richie with Sam as the perfect scapegoat being Billy's daughter, finally snapping, convincing her boyfriend to get revenge on Woodsboro. and the movie ends with Amber heroically saving her girlfriend from her murderous sister.

Tara and Amber were about to kill Sam together, but then Sidney and Gale appeared.

Amber burns(but not killed)

Sam has Tara at her mercy, but she can’t kill her. She leaves her alive and makes things interesting as the only Ghostface to be captured alive with Tara promising that she will finish what she and Amber started with Sam just hoping she can bring her sister back.

Meanwhile Amber is alive and returns to the Woodsboro subreddit to find like minded people and cause some chaos in New York.

Tara would be the Hannibal Lecter in this Scream VI scenario with Sam and Kirby trying to stop the New York attacks.

However. Amber is able to turn Wayne into the killer. Amber met some interesting people who could deepfake to make it look like Sam killed Richie and then the smear campaign happens. And when Wayne saw that footage, he went insane.

Scream VI MOSTLY goes the same. Wayne, Quinn and Ethan all somehow FAIL again LOL. But something happens. Sam sees what she thinks is a fleeing Ghostface but found nothing.

This was all a smokescreen. Amber used the chaos in New York to free Tara

We cut back to the prison. Suddenly someone is killing EVERYONE in the prison. Guards, staff and prisoners. Until someone arrives to Tara’s Max Security cell. Someone throws the Ghostface costume at her feet.

Amber unmasks and Tara smiles and embraces Amber. Amber tells Tara "Let's finish what we started, baby"

Thus teasing Be Gay and Do Crimes in Scream 7 that will never happen because fucking Spyglass

[papirouge]

In reference to the last ask - I do lean towards being pro-choice (this wasn't really relevant to what i was talking about, anyway i think how she talked about it so unempathetic and ignorant) and am sympathetic to radical feminism but that was about the imeverywoman420 motherhood post going around and it was so sad, like these people really do look down on women just being pregnant or even genuinely community-minded as something infathomable and fundamentally degrading. weird self flagellating cope is right!! girlie you don't even have actual compassion for yourself or your own mom, at bare minimum, trying to imitate the cartoonishly "masculine" (as in superficial neutral traits or just an ill-adjusted person) men isn't going to do anyone good, nor is using feminism as a scapegoat for any woman who vaguely reminds you've stayed bothered by!!

Homegirl is familiar with controversial post but if she felt compelled to taking down this one it shows she eventually realized how bad her take was...lol Good for her tbh💀

I don't think iameverywoman420 is a radfem though. She routinely talks about her hookups and do clown any criticism about it... She's also a self claimed drug addict so you shouldn't take anything she says too seriously as well... She's a young girl who thinks she's special for hating on boring White instachicks & minimalist makeup, I mean....🥴

You are absolutely right about the weird hateboner some radfem have with motherhood and child bearing though. It's like they were projecting the violence they had to bear from the patriarchy onto weaker and more vulnerable demographics: fetus.

Radfem will find ways to defend all kind of women (even serial killers...) but hardly mother or pregnant women. They'll let the most vile attacks fly -even from their own ranks- against them unchecked, which is extremely confusing to say the least.

[dahllaz]

SVU 25x13

I liked the episode, mostly. Not the best of the season by far but mostly pretty solid.

Fin has gotten kinda soft in his old age, I do not think early seasons Fin would have just let the kid go and cover up his being shot lolol.

I do not like Carisi's new boss. I mean. We're not supposed to, but she also...she just also doesn't seem very good at her job? I bought that Lorraine Maxwell was competent and risen through the ranks and all that. This lady just seems like a dumbass. And for a political climber, what we saw her say to the reporters seemed kind of dumb. Just. Seems like she'd hedge her bets more? Hem and haw and ready the NYPD to be scapegoats, not full throated back them up. Ya know?

I am kind of surprised there wasn't something...something more with Olivia and her healing arc. Just in that. Seems like there needed to be something between her slamming into her office at the mention of Lewis last episode and things good enough now that she's giving lending the compass out for others' healing. Speaking of...huh. That was weird? Was that weird? It seems weird to me she just loaned that puppy out. Am I weird for thinking it's weird? She has given her necklace away before...

Don't mind seeing the Flynns again though not sure I liked how they did it/everything said. Liv has had this 'healing' arc all season but becoming this enmeshed with a victim and her family seems maaaybe not the healthiest thing lol.

I did really like the phone call with Elliot at the end for a couple reasons. 1) that does not seem like a call where they haven't talked at all since he left. We know they left each other voice mails at the beginning of the season, but this strikes me as evidence that they've managed to actually talk in some manner at least. 2) For quite a while I've thought that we are not going to see them actually talking about Lewis or anything else that happened to her in the years he was gone. But. I've wanted there to be some sort of acknowledgement that they have discussed it off screen, since they made a point of telling us in the Wheatley trial episode that they had not. And given his non-reaction to her mention of her healing, I'm taking this as that proof that it's been discussed at least in some manner.

And then when the camera pulled back where we couldn't hear but still see Olivia and she smiled big and looked so relaxed? Aawwww. That was nice to see.

OC 4x13

Huh. It was okay? But maybe the weakest episodes of the season, though perhaps that is a bit unfair of me to say because I have yet to watch some of the serial killer arc as I have no interest in watching the Rita dies stuff.

But. It was kind of meh. Really don't like that it's a cliffhanger. I just want this storyline to be over with and now it's getting drug out into a whole 'nother season. UGH.

I do still like Randall. I still don't really care about Joe Jr though don't want him to die, just 'cause it would hurt the family.

That dinner was awkward and not in the...not in the meant to be awkward way. I mean. It was that too. But Maureen being the only other sibling there, and especially considering she's the one with a husband and kids and they also weren't there, it was...it was weird. Off. The scene didn't really flow? And if there was only going to be one, really wish it was Kathleen. Or maybe Lizzie just because it would be nice if adult Lizzie could actually get to speak someday lololol.

Becky being pregnant - not a surprise. Eli wanting to be a cop - What. The. Fuck??? What in the world have we seen that makes that make even a little bit of sense? And they have him get mad at Elliot for leaving because of the job yet again which is in character and yay? that they acknowledged that by having Elliot comment on it and yet it makes it even weirder he's joining.

The DEA lady flirting with Vargas was cute but...we'll probably never see her again. Though maybe we will, since this stupid story line isn't over yet. But. Maybe I'm also just bummed we never saw the cop again that Ayanna flirted with last season, during the Chinese mob story line. And that I'm just annoyed that they're giving flirting time to Vargas while they've completely dropped anything with Ayanna's personal life. Give me some queer content, damn it.

[ovethinker1thebackup]

Ok guys it’s finally time:last cop murder theory (😭😭)

Vasili:The Killer

Lydea:his second hand (but kinda forced to)

Astrid:the scapegoat

The real illegitimate:Colette

So it goes like this:Vasili plots in order to have Juliana and the crown.Juliana refuses to oblige, Vasili killes her, plan goes wasted but comes up with a different plan:He is scheming based on the secret that Queen Viktoria has an illegitimate kid.Lydea learns everything.Vasili tells her that if she reveals everything, then he has also a secret to reveal and then proceeds on telling her what her mother hides from everyone, so now he gives her a choice: “side with me,so you can eventually go back to your position being the Captain of the royal guard and protect the crown and your mother from a massive scandal, or expose me and everyone goes down with me.” So she chooses the first option but without questioning anything that Vasili plans to do, she just acts accordingly.In fact, she wouldn’t expect him go this far, killing his own brother(thus her reaction when she saw Bas dead).Vasili tells her that all in all the plan is to scapegoat the illegitimate.They target Astrid for two reasons:When the truth will be revealed to the public, the crown will be protected and noone will have to explain the whole “illegitimate” situation, they can just present her as the evil sister who just offs everyone that supports what it doesn’t benefits her in combine to a plot where she can also get rid of the others ahead of her in the succession line (it doesn’t make sense-but thats the point, everyone thinks that Astrid is not smart enough so the plot in some point has to be faulty).The second reason would be Lydea wanting to protect the actual illegitimate, because she feels very close to that sibling-Colette.She wouldn’t betray like that the person and in addition, the sister that has been her loyal sidekick all of her life.

Now, on why this plot wouldn’t make sense and couldn’t stand in the storyline:If there is a third book that awaits us as they said,Trystan will probably abdicate,first of all because he wants to stay with our Mc and secondly to honour his dead brother.To honour him,the Act must pass,and most importantly,I think that he would wanna honour Bas with giving the crown to some illegitimate in the line of succession.The only illegitimate right now that remains in the line if Vasili is the killer,is Marguerite,and since Marguerite is the last one borned,act or not,she cannot be the queen.So in this case,Colette should be either the firstborn or older from the other siblings to become the queen (all in all,she knows how royal stuff goes,she has been working for the crown.)But in this case,Queen Viktoria is going to be exposed.I don’t think that Trystan would expose his mother like that.So thats the problem

So in a less complicated scenario Astrid is indeed the killer (but idk why),Trystan abdicates and honours Bas by passing the crown to the one that Bas wanted as a king as long as he lived:Vasili.To be honest,I prefer my case scenario,both because I want to see Vasili as the killer (the obsession I have blaming him,lol) and because I think that it would be sweet if Trystan finds a new caring sibling in a time that he lost one.

Thats it.This is the last time (well for now-probably)that you are hearing my unhinged and totally without an ounce of sense theories.Thank you for listening to my very unreasonable pep talk.

[semisolidmind]

Insert Amogus joke here

I hope it’s alright that I thought of a Slasher AU DJ!

He’s a part of Y/N’s mystery gang. While Peter is the biggest threat and the focus of everyone’s survival, DJ uses him as an easy scapegoat for the dwindling party (locking people outside where Peter can get them, kicking them off of ledges, or outright stabbing them and blaming it on Peter lol). When pressed, he’ll have a bunch of handy excuses ready. As the group shrinks, Y/N grows closer and more trusting of him, all without realizing there’s more than one killer…

(AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!! the boi!!! he looks so good!! i love his coat (i might just make this his design for the slasher au, well done ;))

[kimbapmmbapbap]

More k-dramas y'all should watch

So, at the end of 2017, I created a post going through my favourite dramas of all time. Obviously, I have watched more dramas since then so I have a few more dramas that everyone needs to watch!!

Strong Woman Do Bong Soon

This is an obvious one, so if you haven't watched it, have you been living under a rock?? When I first heard of it just before it came out, I thought it was going to be a rip off of weightlifting fairy Kim bok joo. But boy, was I wrong!! This drama has the perfect amount of romance, comedy, thriller and crime, so it is a good all rounder drama!! The whole cast (not just the leads) had amazing chemistry. The only flaw with this drama is that it does queerbait a little. I wish they either didn't add it in the story or fully went with that the main lead is Bi.

The story surrounds a girl with superhuman strength who wants to be a video game designer. She has always hid her strength due to fear if hurting others and losing her power. She in a unrequited love with her childhood friend who is now a police officer. She then crosses the path of a CEO of a video game company and her starts to become more chaotic. With a serial killer on the loose, Do Bong Soon needs to decide if she will keep a low profile or use her powers for the better good while also falling in love on the way.

While You Were Sleeping

Again, an obvious one, but it has to be watched!! Like strong woman, I was a little apprehensive of this one. Mainly because I hadn't heard good things about Suzy's acting before this came out. But it really surprised me and I really loved it! I'm a sucker for anything crime related, so with a really cute love story as well, it was amazing!! It has really good chemistry and likable characters. The second male lead is also amazing!! I usually don't get second male lead syndrome, but damn I felt it even though I also really loved the main lead. I can't really find any faults with it.

The story surrounds two people who can see the future through dreaming. This includes good and bad things. When the female reporter about dying while on the job, she quite her job to try and changes her fate. A prosecuter move across the street from her, initially they do not get on and their bond starts to grow. Together, they use both of their skills and their power to help change the future and solve crimes along the way. They also soon realise that this is not the first time they have crossed paths.

Psychopath Diary

I cannot recommend this drama enough!! Honestly, it is so underrated!!! Yoon Shi Yoon's performance is incredible, he really embodies the role here. It is so funny, and sweet. You also see a serial killer low key but high key fall in love with the male lead, so there is major gay vibes. The only issue I have with it is, I wish there was a little romance involved. But it is a not a major want.

The story surrounds a pushover who is working at a stocks company. After a major issue arises, he becomes the Scapegoat of the company and is being blamed for it, even though he tried to prevent it. Due to this, he decides that he will end his life. On the way to do this, he witnesses a murder and accidentally picks up the serial killer's diary. While trying to escape, he gets hit by a car and gets amnesia. When he wakes up and reads the diary, he believes that he is the serial killer.

Honestly, please watch this drama, it is so so so funny, the chemistry of the whole cast is incredible. It also possibly has one of my favourite villians in any drama.

Your Honor / Dear Judge

Yes, I am a simp Yoon Shi Yoon. He is just so good and thus role just confirms it! His acting is incredible, king of the double roles! He plays twins and you really tell when either pop up on screen which one he is. This is a really wholesome drama that makes you cry. It has some really sweet moments in it, the leads have such good chemistry. This only issues with this one is that the ending felt rushed. I hate that the TV company changed it from 20 eps to 16 eps.

The story follows a set of twins. Twin A is a top judge in Korea, who is incredibly smart and is living a rich life. Twin B is a criminal who has been screwed over multiple times by the justice system and Twin A. Their mother always sides with A and will tell B not to bother him. When A goes missing, B goes undercover and takes his brothers place. He soon learns about the corrupt world of the court system and his brother. B meets a law student who is meant to be shadowing A. Like B, she has also been affected by the corrupt system and is wanting to be a judge to convict those who have wronged her. Together they fight the system while also falling in love.

Because This is Our First Life

This is a slice of life drama so will have some heavy moments in it. But on the whole, it is just so lovely and cute. The acting is incredible, they really take on the role. It also has one of the best female friendships which is not toxic, they all genuinely care for eachother and want eachother to achieve their dreams. It also has some true badass moments in it as well! I feel like all slice of life dramas have this, but it does have some frustrating moments where the characters are almost purposely making their life's difficult

The story focuses on a woman who is a drama script writer. Due to her patriarchal family who always favour her brother and being let down by her crush, she wants to move out. She ends up moving in with a friend of a friend of a friend. It is to her surprise that the person who she is moving in with is a man who is very much stuck in his own ways and likes to stick to routine. Due to their own desires to be on their own, they decide to get married to relieve the pressure that their families are giving them. This (of course) causes issues and both have to learn about their new feelings for eachother while trying to get through the struggles of life.

Thirty but Seventeen

This drama is the definition of wholesome and cute. I feel that while I was watching it, it went by so quickly and I always had a smile on my face. The romance is so cute and lovely and you could tell they really cared about eachother. The side characters were also amazing and sweet. Honestly, the acting is incredible. The female lead does an amazing job.

The story follows woman who as a child was involved in a bus accident and fell into a coma. She wakes up over ten years later and learns that her family have stopped coming to see her. While on the search for her family, she resides with a man and his brother who are now living in her old family home. The two soon learn that there are more connected than they thought. With the man trying to push her away, the more his feelings grow for her.

Introverted Boss

This is a revenge to love story. It on the whole is a really cute drama where you get to see the leads grow for the better. The acting is incredible and you really fall in love with the leads and the support cast (except for the second lead). It is not a perfect drama, but it is a really easy watch with an interesting story.

The female lead is a stage actress who quits her job to work at a marketing firm. This firm happens to be where her sister used to work. She is out to get revenge against the CEO of the company who she blames for her sister's death. She learns that the CEO is extremely introverted and becomes confused by how he was responsible for her sister's death. As the story goes by, she becomes more intrigued by him and focuses less on revenge and more on helping him open up.

Vincenzo

Ahhhhh, how do express my love for this one!! It is just amazing!! The story was so well thought out and the actors did a fantastic job. It was so satisfying to watch, I wanted to be a member of the mafia lol. The villians were also incredible, like I just love this drama so much. Like Your Honor, the only issue with this one is that the ending felt rushed.

The story surrounds a Korean man who was adopted into an Italian family and became the consiglerie of the mafia. After an issue with his adoptive family, he travels back to Korea in search an insane amount of gold bars which happens to be underneath an unsuspecting block of flats. He then gets involved with a major legal court case with a pharmaceutical company. As he delves deeper into the case, dark secrets start to get revealed.

[fearofahumanplanet]

8, 10, and 16 please!! If you haven't answered them already, lol. I'm a little late again 😅

(- from @andromedatalksaboutstuff)

Hey Andi! It's okay I've gone through a couple multiple times anyway <3 How are you?

"8. which of your own projects have shaped your writing the most? in what way?"

I went over this in another post, but Karma Killer is the most important thing to my own career I've ever written. I had a bunch of projects over six or so years before that, but Karma Killer was... literally just meant to be a personal thing to traumapost, and it ended up defining my entire writing style. My focus on sociopolitical and psychological themes, the influence of horror, using referential fiction to further a character arc, my focus on a villain protagonist and "outcasts", a lot of my favorite motifs (the ocean, masks, the night), so much of it originated in that book! It's when everything "came together" so to speak, and just in time too, as it was right about the time I was closest to giving up entirely.

"10. which patterns keep popping up in your projects/characters?"

antivillain/antihero protagonists

Sapphic relationships

Always a huge focus on psychological/mental health/sociopolitical topics

No matter what genre I'm writing in, some horror creeps in inevitably, it's unavoidable

Re-occuring cryptic phrases that change meaning throughout the story with further context

Alliteration

Mentally shattered badass independent lesbian protagonists has apparently become my thing according to some people

Either references to mythology or outright uses of mythological gods, but there is always at least something named in a way to reference myth its also inevitable

Stylized, very visceral gore

In general, i write speculative fiction but i mix grounded, gritty combat (i.e. shattering bones, biting through flesh, beating black and blue, in general emphasizing impact is the best way i can put it) & accurate medical injuries (thx nurse history) with fantastical elements like magic, the supernatural and metaphysical concepts

LOTS of philosophy, especially on the the nature of being human, nihilism, and existentialism

The de-emphasis/subversion of "good" and "evil" roles, always morally grey

Small things, like using the word "cycle" instead of "chapter"

Using physical masks to emphasize duality and/or a physical manifestation of the concept of masking your true self, as well as just masks in general

Every one of my books always starts out bad (in stakes) and steadily manages to get worse and worse and worse with no relief

Exploring the cycle of abuse and seeing how traumatized people are often inevitably bound to traumatize others around them, whether they mean it or not

The nature of forgiveness vs punishment and whether a line should even be drawn

Using persecuted minority groups or "scapegoats" as protagonists to emphasize the idea of evil is a manmade concept

Tying to the above, using serpents and snakes as a recurring motif and metaphor for scapegoats

lots of references to epic poetry and classical literature

The ocean as a metaphor for depression or loss

"16. to what extent do you research for your writing?"

The "I practically get a PhD in every little thing" extent. If I'm not already intimately aware of the details of something I'm writing about, I will spend days researching it and making myself an expert (an example: there is a three-page autopsy scene in Miasma, I spent a week researching autopsies in preparation). I have hundreds and hundreds of pages in research docs that could practically be college theses with how detailed and voluminous they are.

Thanks for the ask!

[yanderecandystore]

i sometimes join rooms in languages i dont speak in among us and everyone thinks im an impostor since i dont and cant say shit. imagine a situation like that? the impostor is like "shi-- they gonna see its me, ah wait there's this person who's gonna be my scapegoat, im fine--OH WAIT ITS MY DARLING i dont want them to leave either" so the impostor has to "protect" their darling from being ejected while not being suspicious themselves - brazilian anon

Lol boo, me too! I can't type fast enough in english when I'm playing online games. I hope that we get Latin American Servers on Among Us because the ping keeps going off the roof!

Also, welcome in, Brazilian anon!! 💕🇧🇷

I love this request tho, let's do this!

TW/Tags: Some slight fluff because I'm soft // imposter x human, alien x human dynamic // crewmate being an ignorant asshole >:/ // pretty short if I'm being honest lol

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Wait- It's not me! [Yandere!Among Us x Reader - Headcanon]:

Honestly, what the hell! It's not you, they should know this by now!

"- [Y/N] has been pretty quiet lately, I'm pretty sure they're the killer."

"- I-I'm not-"

"- Speak a little louder if you're not the killer then."

"- I'm trying, you ass!"

This emergency meeting has been ridiculous. Your heavy accent making things worse as they say "we can't understand you" but truth is that they are tired of not knowing who is the true Imposter.

And while you're panicking thinking you'll be thrown off of the spaceship, the real imposter is sweating just as much if not more than you. They can't let you be thrown off, it wasn't you!

Just the thought of losing you because of these imbeciles makes their blood boil.

"- [Y/N] was with me the whole time, I haven't seen them kill anyone!' They tried defending you.

"- Aight cool, but what if you two are Imposters, huh?" One of the crewmates asked. The one guy that has been an ass during this entire time.

"- Yo, but there is only one Imposter-" Someone tried reasoning with the guy, yet he interrupted them

"- And how can we be sure of that?" He said.

Good. Great. This was perfect. They were now yelling at each other! Everyone was already feed up with this bullshit, until someone said:

"- I accompanied [Y/N] to medbay, I saw them scan. They aren't the imposter."

"- Then why didn't you say earlier?? Are you brain dead?"

"- Oh shut up, you have been yelling at everyone and bossing everyone around ever since we came here!"

"- Well, at least I know how to speak english, have you guys ever considered that an alien would also struggle to-"

An loud beep noise interrupted everyone.

They were feed up with this. They were exhausted if not insanely pissed off by this asshole. The true Imposter has voted on the guy that was accusing you unfairly.

Everyone was shocked by the sudden reaction, even you didn't know what the hell just happened.

Oh, if only they could get out of their seat and kill that asshole with their own hands! How unfair, how ignorant, how despicable!

Their anger was almost animalistic and everyone was able to see it.

Yet, no one cared. No one cared that they have voted before the discussion ended.

Because everyone aggred with their decision. Vote the asshole out.

"- Y-You guys are committing a big mistake! Without me- You all are going Y-You die!" The guy tried to convince the crew to let him stay, yet, it didn't work.

"- We made our decision. You're too dangerous to stay aboard, as your votes are rigid by judgement of others instead of facts. [Y/N] may have a strong accent, but they have been an reliable crewmate ever since we entered the spaceship, while you on the other hand has only been rude and voting innocent people off, you haven't done a single task ever since you entered here."

The crew made their decision, and the crewmate was voted off his like that. But before he could feel the cold from the void, they realized something, but it was a little too late.

The Imposter was smiling at the event unfolding before their eyes, their smirk hasn't gone unnoticed by the voted crewmate.

' I didn't need to even say much. This was perfect.' Thought the Imposter.

"- W-Wait listen! I'm so-rry! Wait don't do this- I-I know who it is!"

"- You have lost your chance buddy."

"- Please hear me out, you're all gonna die! Listen to me you idiots-"

The crew kept on dragging the screaming dead man while he frantically tried to warn them of the real imposter.

You were probably wondering what the fuck just happened. It's good that the jerk has been voted off, but still, you can't help but feel a little sad.

Yes, they have accused you multiple times, and even voted on you multiple times, yet- Imagine being through into space?

It's a cruel punishment, yet the person that is going to receive it is also pretty cruel. You can't tell what you're supposed to be feeling right now.

But don't worry darling, all you're worries are going to be brushed away as long as you let your trust worthy friendly neighbor crewmate take care of you!

Physically soothing your worries with a hug, sounds really nice right?

"- I know that this was an stressful meeting, I believe in you [Y/N], I know you haven't done the killings."

"- Would like to hang out in my dorm room? Maybe having someone to talk to would help you feel better."

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[leianaberrie]

In chapter 3 of Long Shadows when Kai is dragging the Scooby doo gang for being murderers that Bonnie enables I was just clapping and nodding my head. Ugh I WISH. SO. BAD. WE. SAW. THAT. ON. TV.

I would love to see a conversation where Kai is all “you were hellbent on trapping me only to let a man-pain serial killer out.” I would’ve love to see Bonnie snap out of her servitude role to the salvatores/gilberts/forbes. I would love her to really sit and reflect on her choices and to grow from that and become a person that doesn’t bail their idiotic asses out of every mess they get themselves into.

Honestly when Bonnie came back from 1994. She came back to a mess. With Steroline having their humanity off. Which in turn made damon harass her about letting mama rippah out. And it’s just one of those things that I just…. I sigh deeply and facepalm every time i think about it.

Bonnie’s reaction to no-humanity steroline should’ve been livid. Her reaction to damon attacking her cause she “put herself first” should’ve been livid. She should’ve been so over the scooby gang at this point. After watching her father get killed, her grams get tortured by spirits, being the anchor, she had to deal with all that alone. No humanity switch cop out for Bonnie. She should’ve just rolled her eyes at stefan turning off his humanity for the billionth time. And then the fact she helped a ripper like Lily out is also never addressed. She never questions why this info was withheld from her. Better yet the writers make it so that Bonnie doesn’t even ask why Lily is in there in the first place.

For some reason Kai is the only one who has to pay (Which is fine that’s part of why I liked him). But these other characters continue to get enabled.

Anyway this was a really long way to say thank you for bringing this up in your fic. LOL

Long Shadows was such a big wish-fulfilment trip for me because I got to put everything in it that canon refused to give us.

I feel that Julie set up Bonnie as Damon's best friend just as Elena and Jeremy were being written off, to tie Bonnie to the Salvatores. For the past seasons, Bonnie had helped them and tolerated them because of their connection to Elena. With her gone, Julie was ensuring that Bonnie's loyalty, and therefore her agency and her magic, would belong to Damon. There's a servitude/slavery metaphor in there that is just too ugly for me to go into details now.

Bonnie was a wreck when she returned from 1994 and the show doesn't deal with this. We're supposed to believe that locking Kai away solves this, and that's, frankly, bullshit. Bonnie's mess didn't start from the 1994 Prison World. It started earlier when she was an Anchor for almost a year, and suffered debilitating agony everytime a supernatural died and passed through her. Before that, she was a ghost for the entire summer. She died before she graduated, and her dead body hugged her father. Before that, she almost lost her mind due to Expression. Before that, she lost her magic and actually died, trying to restore Elena's humanity. She found her mother, only to lose her again when Damon turned her into a vampire. Bonnie's trauma has been happening for a long time, but because the show never delves into accountability, especially when it comes to the protagonists and how their actions affect Bonnie, and will never allow Bonnie to self-examine how she keeps making choices that endanger and harm her for people who don't do the same for her... We get the storyline where all of Bonnie's trauma is because of Kai and once she gets her vengeance on him, she's healed.

In reality, and this is what I tried to do with Long Shadows - Kai is just an unlucky (for him) mixture of being the last straw in the long line of traumatic events and being a convenient scapegoat for Bonnie to project her feelings of damage and betrayal on, because the alternative would be to turn her anger on her friends.

Damon manipulated Bonnie and Kai into getting Lily out, and the show never deals with that. :(

[misc-headcanons]

At first I thought that Stain would be really into Anarky as a comic book character but the more I thought about it, he'd think that Anarky doesn't go far enough with that "no kill" policy of his. Both of them strive to achieve social change for the better and both of them condemn commercialization (of Heroes in Stain's case, and rampant consumerism/capitalism/any system that exploits the common man for some to turn a profit in Anarky's), but Anarky's very notable in his role not as an anti-hero, but an anti-villain. Seriously, his first capture by Tim Drake was after he stole the money from various corporations and funneled them to struggling third-world countries.

I think that Anarky is much more strategic than Stain in that regard. Not only does murder go against his idea that all people truly are equal, but he's painfully aware of how killing like that could become a scapegoat for people to condemn what he does as a whole. "Look at that crazy fuckin' commie anarchist, he killed someone! Now let's discount everything he says because of this, no matter how on-point it is." Stain doesn't seem to view himself as above false Heroes, and just kind of accepts that the public will mostly see him as a serial killer when he knows what he's doing is right in his mind. He may also believe that there is no other way to change Hero society, and...given how ingrained celebrity culture and commercialization is in Hero work (which is at its core a public service, or should be), he isn't 100% wrong?

I'd love for Hori to include a BNHA character, or maybe have the cool dude who does Vigilantes introduce a character like Anarky who has that same moral code against killing that they refuse to let compromise their fight to change society. Then again, Anarky's a character that's complex and can be really easy to fuck up because of that. Iirc there's even a writer who joked about how he made Anarky less interesting in his run just so he'd be able to write about him successfully because he's just so great to use as a character lol. One of my only favorable non-comic portrayals of him is his side mission in Origins, and I could bitch about his portrayal in Arrow for hours. I know Hori's a big Marvel fanboy but I know he could do something interesting with this!

[johndoe-lesbo]

As someone who has ADHD and a lesbian who hyperfixates on True Crime, I’ve noticed something really ironic about the whole Hybristophilia thing (it’s attraction to serial killers by the by). My mind hyperfixates the most on T/ed B/undy the most (followed closely by J/effery D/ahmer). I recently went through the #TedNation tag on twitter (it’s basically a tag for Ted Bundy stans who gawk and fawn over him. Ha ha GROSS. I wish I was kidding) and I have also watched several YouTube videos of people criticizing the TCC-fetishists to hell and back (and I’m glad they exist!) And a majority of these #TedNation people are all “look at my precious baby angel who did nothing wrong uwu” and it’s some pic of Ted smiling in court or some shit like that. I have to note that also involved with #TedNation and other Ted Bundy stan blogs/fan pages/sites/etc. have a strongly-held belief that Ted was innocent of his crimes and didn’t deserve the death penalty (#e-slur lol). They firmly believe that Ted was set up and falsely accused, that the police used him as a scapegoat bc they didn’t bother to investigate other potential suspects and also that Ted was forced to “confess” to all the murders under the guise of threats by detectives. So let me get this straight, Ted Bundy stans openly admit and consider themselves to be Hybristophiliacs (directly refrencing their attraction to Ted) and yet they also are on this so-called “mission” to prove his innocence and absolve Ted of all his crimes? Isn’t the point of Hybristophilia that you acknowledge that you’re attracted to people who have committed heinous crimes? Like?? You can’t be a  Hybristophiliac and be attracted to someone who you believe is innocent of the heinous crimes that you’re attracted to in the first place. And a lot of these Bundy stans (who are what I described above as being hypocritical) are all “I would LOVE it if Ted just fucking strangled me that would be so hot!” And in the same breath be all “but he was still innocent bt-dubs!” WHAT. And I cannot stress this enough. The FUCK. Let’s set this scene. You wholeheartedly believe that the man you adore and admire is innocent of his crimes and also identify as someone who is strictly attracted to serial killers? Huh, so the subject of your attraction is just another normal man who has done nothing wrong in his life and you fantasize about being murdered by said man and don’t relate that attraction to a man who was convicted of these crimes? Uhhhh okay??? Check yourself. Please?? Stop being a hypocrite??? And also get help!

[justauthoring]

No Reason To (17/50)

Prompt: “And I guess… when it comes down to it, I trust you.”

It has come to my attention that by adding links to my posts, it stops that post from being seen in the tags tagged. So, sadly, I will no longer be able to link previous parts of NRT on new chapters. BUT all part can be found easily on my “No Reason To Series MasterList!” found in my bio.

A/N: I did it, lol. I got this part done and ready by Saturday (today) - *insert me patting myself on the back* Hope you enjoy!

Oh, and, as of now, the next part will be uploaded next Saturday, not Tuesday.

Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. As usual, I hope you all enjoyed!

AGAIN, remember if you’d like me to continue this series, just leave a little comment or an ask letting me know. I will NOT continue the series if no one wants me to.

Please don’t plagiarize my work - I spend a lot of my time writing, copying and pasting destroys that. If you want to repost my work. please ask first - but even then I might say no.

Pairing: Stiles x McCall!Reader

Based off of: Teen Wolf 03x09 and 03x10

Hopping out of the passengers side of Stiles’s jeep, the two of you meet up with Scott who’s just gotten off his motorcycle. Almost instantly, Stiles questions; “where is she?”

“Over here,” a distant voice calls, pulling your eyes on Allison and Lydia who are stood just a few feet away from you. Making your way over to the two of them, you shake your head at Lydia, staring down at her in deep concern; “Lydia?”

“It’s the same thing,” she breathes, obviously panicked. “Same thing as the pool. I got into the car heading somewhere totally different, and ended up here. And you told me to call you if there’s a dead body.”

“You found a dead body?” Stiles exclaims, glancing briefly at you and Scott before turning towards Lydia once more.

“Not yet.”

“Not yet,” Stiles repeats, “what do you mean not yet? Lydia, you’re supposed to call us after you find the dead body.”

“Oh, no,” Lydia immediately shakes her head, raising her pointer finger. “I’m not doing that again. You find the dead body from now on.”

“How are we supposed to find the dead body?” Stiles questions, his patience obviously wearing thin. “You’re always the one finding the dead body.”

Something within you, a feeling you can’t explain, spikes, and you turn your head towards Scott. His attention is stolen by something to the left of him, and then suddenly, before you can ask, he’s walking forward. You move your gaze past his shoulder, your eyes widening when you see what he has.

“Guys,” he calls, interrupting Stiles and Lydia. “I found the dead body.”

There, on the Beacon Hills High School sign, is... the dead body.

-

“Honestly, Scott, i’m fine.”

“I know you’re not.”

Pausing, the grip you hold on your locker door tightens, even for just a moment before you recollect yourself. Plastering a smile on your face, you lean back, shutting said locker door to meet your brother’s eyes. “See,” you call, brightening your smile. “Fine.”

Scott steps in front of you before you can walk off, blocking your path before setting his hand on your shoulder. Guiding you back towards the lockers, he glances around, making sure no one’s in earshot of your conversation before letting his eyes fall on yours once more, his gaze considerably softening when he does so. “This connection we have,” he begins, “it isn’t just physical pain. It’s emotional pain too.”

Sighing, you bite your lip, glancing over to your right. 

“What’s the matter?” Scott continues, voice dripping with concern. “And don’t lie to me. I can hear your heart beat.”

“You’re creepy, you know that?” You snap lightly, glaring up at Scott who only offers you a lop-sided smile in return. Sighing once more, you shake your head as you cross your arms over your chest. “Isaac and I broke up... Or, well, Isaac broke up with me, I guess I should say.”

“What?” Scott exclaims, his voice pitching in anger, catching the attention of a few students standing near you. Eyes widening, you grip Scott’s arm tightly, silently telling him to calm down while sending a reassuring smile to those you’re able to catch eye of. 

“Scott, calm down.”

“What do you mean calm down?” Scott gripes, “he broke up with you? After we let him stay with us?”

“Scott,” you exhale heavily, “yeah, he broke up with me, but... I probably would’ve done it myself eventually. If he’d given me like a week or two more, to be honest.”

“I don’t understand,” Scott mumbles, shoulders falling. “You two seemed happy.”

“We were... I guess, at one point,” you explain, shrugging your shoulders as you glance up at Scott. “I loved him, I still do, but just not in the same way. Ever since that party,” meeting Scott’s eyes, you tell him all you need to know. “It just hasn’t been the same.”

“But... at the lacrosse game, you and him-”

“He stayed, instead of going with Boyd and Erica. I thought that meant he’d chosen me, and it did, but, I don’t think I ever completely forgave him,” you finish, smiling sadly. “I think, at one point, I really, truly, could’ve loved him. But... not after that.”

Scott just frowns, his hand slipping into your own and squeezing. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you assure, nodding. “I wanted to break up. Like I said, give me a week or two more and I would’ve done it myself. I just... I want to know why it hurts so much.”

Scott doesn’t answer your unsaid question. Instead, he slips his hand out of yours, opting for a hug. You fall into the embrace easily, allowing yourself a moment of weakness as you let your head sink against his chest.

In some ways, maybe this twin connection was a blessing. Scott had always been able to understand you, you were twins after all. He understood you better than anyone else, just like you understood him better than anyone else. But now, it’s like he just knew, without even having to ask.

He just knew what you needed.

-

“Why are you even talking to me?”

“Why are we even talking to him?” You retort Ethan’s question, crossing your arms over your chest with a raised brow the boys way. His eyes narrow, falling on your own, and you’re also not oblivious to the glare Scott gives you, silently telling you to play nice. Of course, that’s not who you are. “No, honestly,” you continue, “he helped killed our friend. He killed Boyd.”

With a small twitch of his lips, Ethan takes a step towards you; “you’re right,” he nods, voice lowered threateningly. “I did kill your friend. How do you know i’m not gonna kill you?”

“Are you threatening her?” Stiles snaps before you can say anything, causing your gaze to fall on him, eyes widening in surprise. He shoves himself off the wall, taking a step towards Ethan. “You know what i’m going to do, i’m going to break off an extra large branch of mountain ash, wrap it in wolfsbane, roll it in mistletoe and shove it up your freaking-”

Scott steps forward, grabbing a hold of Stiles’ arms and cutting him off before he can say anything more. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, Stiles. Okay. We get it.” Still, even as your brother pats Stiles’ on the chest, signalling him to step back, you can’t help the smile that grows on your lips. You’ve never seen Stiles that protective over you, in a physical sense, and even though, in reality, you can handle yourself quite fine, it’s nice to know he cares.

You meet Stiles’ eyes, sending him a shy smile to wish he returns before Scott speaks up.

“We’re talking to you,” Scott begins, turning to Ethan. “Because I know that you didn’t want to kill Boyd. And I think that if something like that happened now, you wouldn’t do it again.”

Rolling your eyes, you shake your head.

“You don’t know what we owe them,” Ethan mumbles, voice soft, “especially Deucalion. We weren’t like Kali or Ennis when we met him. We weren’t alpha’s.”

“What were you?”

“Omegas.”

“What?” You exclaim, “I don’t-”

“In actual wolf packs,” Ethan cuts you off, sighing slightly as he leans against the wall behind him. “Omegas are the scapegoat, the last to eat, the one who has to take the abuse from the rest of the pack.”

“So you and your brother were, like, the bitches of the pack?” Stiles questions, and you can’t help but giggle lightly at his terminology.

“Something like that,” Ethan snaps.

“What happened?”

“They were killers,” Ethan begins, “I mean, people talk about us as monsters. Well, they were the one who gave us the reputation. And our alpha was the worst of them.”

“Why didn’t you guys just fight back?” You ask.

“Yeah,” Stiles nods, “form voltron wolf, you know? Kick everyone’s asses?”

“We couldn’t,” Ethan snaps, voice raising slightly. “We didn’t know how to control it back then.”

“Deucalion taught you,” Scott concludes.

“And then, we fought. We took down the whole pack, one by one. And by the time we got to our alpha, he was begging for his life. And we tore him apart. Literally.”

Huffing, you twist your face in disgust, “heroes of your own story.”

Scott gives you a warning glare, before turning towards Ethan once more. “What about your emissary?”

Ethan pauses a moment, before shaking his head.

“They’re all dead. Kali and Ennis’ too?”

“All of them. Except for Deucalion.”

“You mean Morrell?” Stiles questions.

Before Ethan can answer, he suddenly gasps loudly in pain, his hand immediately falling to his chest.

“What?” Scott stammers, body tensing. “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

“Not me,” Ethan shakes his head, “my brother.”

-

Running in behind Scott, you step in front of Aiden, therefore stepping in front of his target as both Ethan and Scott move to hold him and the weight in his hands back and away from Cora. You turn your head slightly over your shoulder, watching as Stiles falls next to Lydia and crouches before Cora, hands falling on her in concern.

“Aiden,” Ethan bellows, as the weight drops to the floor with a clatter. “You can’t do this!”

“She came at me!” Aiden growls.

“It doesn’t matter!” Ethan reminds, dismissing Aiden. “Kali gave Derek until the next full moon. You can’t touch him or her.”

Knowing Aiden isn’t the main threat anymore, you turn around, falling by Cora’s side as she rolls onto her back, moaning out in pain. Leaning forward, you inspect the wound on her head, noticing Ethan leading Aiden out of the room out of the corner of your eye.

“Hey, guys,” Stiles calls softly, “I think she’s pretty hurt.”

-

Wincing, you hug yourself tightly as you watch Cora wipe away the dried blood stained on her forehead. While you don’t necessarily blame her for being upset, it’d been pretty stupid of her to attack Aiden on her own like that. Still, the wound definitely looked painful.

“You okay?” Scott asks softly, concern.

“She doesn’t look okay,” Lydia mumbles, shaking her head.

Glaring at Lydia through the reflection of the mirror, Cora drops the paper towel in her hand and spins, turning to face the four of you. “I’ll heal.”

She stumbles back slightly, Scott and Stiles the first ones to rush forward, making sure she doesn’t fall. Scott grabs a hold of her arm, to which she quickly pulls away, glaring up at him. “I said i’m fine.”

“Do you realize how suicidally crazy that was?” Stiles questions, narrowing his eyes in thought. “What were you thinking going after them?”

“I did it for Boyd,” Cora cries, “none of you were doing anything.”

Nodding quickly, Scott whispers; “we’re trying.”

“And you’re failing,” she spits, “you’re just a bunch of stupid teenagers running around, thinking that you can stop people from getting killed.” Meeting Scott’s eyes, you sigh. “But all you do is show up late. All you really do is find the bodies.”

Turning her back of the four of you, she walks out without saying anything more.

“She’s definitely a Hale,” Stiles comments a moment later, interrupting the silence. “I’ll make sure she gets home,” he finishes, slipping past Lydia and Scott.

“I’ll help,” you call after him a second later, stepping forward. At the looks you receive, you shrug your shoulders, feigning innocence. “Not much else for me to do anyways.”

-

“Philosophers?”

“And guardians,” Allison adds over the phone, slightly out of breath. “Which after last night has to mean something like law enforcement, right?” Meeting Stiles’ eyes, even for just a second, you’re not unaware to the panic that surfaces. “Stiles, you have to tell your dad. Tell him whatever you need but you have to get him to believe. Tell your dad. Warn him.”

“Okay, okay, okay,” Stiles stammers, “I know.” Ending the call, he inhales deeply.

“What are you going to do?” Cora questions, staring at Stiles.

“I’m gonna tell him the truth,” Stiles breathes, and it’s obvious by the way he’s acting he’s scared. Nervous. But you don’t blame him. “And i’m gonna need the both of your guys helps.”

-

Sat on Stiles bed, next to Cora, you watch, with your hands clasped tightly in your lap, as Stiles paces back and forth. You can tell with each step he takes, Noah is becoming increasingly more and more frustrated, and you can’t say you blame him. Even you’re getting a little annoyed by Stiles’ frantic pacing and procrastination of what he just needs to say.

But of course, you don’t say anything. You keep your mouth shut, and wait. Wait until Stiles needs you.

“Okay, okay, okay,” Stiles mumbles to himself. Then, “yes, okay.” Spinning to his father, he looks like he’s going to say something before; “no, oh--”

“Stiles?” Noah calls, patience growing thin. 

“Dad, i’m sorry, okay? I’m just-- I’m trying to-- I’m just trying to figure out how to start here.”

“Hey,” Noah snaps, “I don’t have this kind of time.”

You meet Cora’s eyes, sighing.

“Um,” Stiles starts, voice shaky. “For the last year, you’ve had all these cases that you couldn’t figure out, right? I mean, all the murders involving Kate Argent, and then Matt killing all the people who had drowned him, and all these murders right now. It’s like--It’s like you’ve been playing the losing game.”

“Stiles, the last thing I need right now is job performance review from my own son.”

You wince slightly at the anger and frustration leaking through Noah’s tone of voice.

“I know,” Stiles sighs, rubbing at his forehead before something seemingly catches his attention. “Okay, see, but that’s--that’s just it, dad.” Rushing over to his right, he grabs the chess board off the top of his drawer, taking it over to his desk. “The--The reason that you’re losing the game is ‘cause you’ve never been able to see the whole board.”

He opens the chess board, the pieces stumbling about within before taking a step back.

“I need to show you the whole board.”

- 

“Scott and Derek are werewolves?”

“Yes.”

“And Kate Argent was a werewolf?”

“Hunter,” Stiles corrects, “that’s-purple’s hunter.”

“Along with Allison and her father,” Cora adds.

“Yeah,” Noah mumbles, “and--and my friend Deaton, the veterinarian, is a Kanima?”

“What?” Stiles explains, face scrunching up in confusion. “No, no, no, no, he’s a druid, okay? Well, we think.”

“So who’s the kanima?”

“Jackson.”

“No, Jackson’s a werewolf.”

“Jackson was the kanima first,” Stiles explains, “and then Peter and Derek killed him and he came back to life as a werewolf. Now, he’s in London.”

“Who’s the Da-rack?”

“It’s the Da-rock.”

“We don’t know yet,” you answer for Stiles, shaking your head.

“We don’t know yet,” Stiles repeats quietly.

“But he was killed by werewolves?”

“Slashed up and left for dead.”

“We think,” you correct once more.

Noah’s eyes fall on yours, narrowing; “and what are you?”

“A witch,” you answer, smiling slightly. “Pinks witch.”

Leaning back against his seat, Noah exhales heavily. “Why was Jackson the kanima?”

“‘Cause sometimes, the shape that you take reflects the person that you are,” Stiles explains, eyes twitching slightly in hope that his father is understand (and believing) him.

“And what shape would an increasingly confused and angrier-by-the-second father take?”

Apparently, he wasn’t understanding it so well.

“Uh,” Stiles stammers, “that would be more of an expression, like the one you’re currently wearing.”

“Yeah,” Noah nods, shoving himself up to his feet to walk away.

“Dad--dad,” Stiles calls, desperate as he too pushes himself to his feet. “Would you--I can prove it, okay?” Jumping in front of his father, Stiles points to Cora, “look, she’s one of them. A werewolf. A-And Y/N, she said it herself, she’s a witch.”

“Stiles, Stiles!” Flinching, you bite your lip. “That’s enough,” Noah demands, stepping past Stiles.

“Dad,” Stiles calls, spinning around to face his father. “Can you please just hold on?” Reluctantly, Noah pauses and Stiles turns to you and Cora. “You ready?”

You move to stand up as Cora nods, bracing yourself.

“All right, dad, just watch this, okay?”

The moment Cora stands to her feet, her eyes roll to the back of her head and she drops. You jump, spinning to help her just as Noah comes rushing forward, her body falling to the ground with a thud.

Rolling her to her back, Noah’s eyes widen at the bleeding wound at the top of her forehead.

“Call an ambulance.”

-

“What did you see the night at the bank when Scott was trying to save Deaton?”

Two steps behind Stiles and his dad, you gnaw on your bottom lip. Even from the back of his head, you can see the patience on Stiles’s father almost gone, and any second now, he’s just going to burst. Not to mention, you want to get to the school as quick as possible and help Scott and the rest try to save the last philosopher sacrifice as Allison had informed you it was teachers now law enforcement.

But you couldn’t leave without Stiles, given that he had the jeep. Not to mention, even if you could, you wouldn’t.

“Nothing,” Noah replies shortly, never wavering in his step.

“Dad,” Stiles sighs, “you saw him healing himself after he tried crossing the mountain ash.”

“I don’t know what I saw,” Noah corrects, holding up his hand. 

You feel your body tense with anticipation as Stiles doesn’t relent; “you saw something you can’t explain.”

“Stiles,” Noah snaps, falling stopping and turning around to face his son. You halt to a quick stop yourself, still two steps behind the two of them as you awkwardly glance around, unsure. “I have seen a lot of thing I can’t explain in this town. That doesn’t make ‘em supernatural and it doesn’t make ‘em real. They just found another body. That’s real. And that’s the lead i’m following.”

Noah takes a step back, Stiles quick to follow; “yeah, and another teacher's going to die if you don’t start listening to me.”

“I am listening!”

With a frown, you glance down at your feet, your eyes falling shut as Noah finally snaps.

“I have been listening!” He bellows, everyone growing quiet and all eyes falling on him and Stiles.

“You just don’t believe,” Stiles finally says after a moment.

Noah opens his mouth to say something, but can’t seem to find the right words. Another moment of tense silence, he shakes his head, turning away and walking off. But, just before he can walk out the door, Stiles mumbles; “mom would’ve believed me.”

You suddenly feel out of place. Like you shouldn’t be there, and it isn’t your place to be there.

Noah halts in his step just as Stiles turns to you, walking past you and back the way you came. You only hesitate a moment before following after your friend, but not without a weary and final glance back at Mr. Stilinski.

-

Stepping into the recital behind Stiles, you fall next to your brother, offering a short smile in greeting before glancing around yourself. Somehow, you meet Isaac’s gaze from afar, stood next to Allison. There’s a moment, where you just stare at him, meeting his eyes before you offer a short smile, turning back to the conversation Scott and Stiles are having. 

Something about Lydia not answering her texts.

-

Once again by Stiles’ side, the two of you rush after Scott as quickly as you can. He’d just suddenly ran off, saying something about how Lydia was in danger before just leaving without another word of explanation. But, the moment you reach the classroom Scott’s in, only having a moment to look inside, Ms. Blake shoves her desk forward, with no strain at all, barricading the door shut.

Stiles immediately begins slamming his body up against the door, it finally registering within you that not only is Scott and Ms. Blake in there, but Lydia and Stiles’ dad as well. But, no matter how hard he shoves, the door won’t budge.

Stiles’ wide eyes fall on you, “can’t you push it open? Do something?”

“I-I...” Words trailing, you step forward, focusing your gaze and attention on the door and only the door. “It might take a while,” you warn Stiles, “I don’t have my full powers yet.”

He doesn’t say anything in return, instead, he slams up against the side of the door, peering in through the tiny window at the top of the door. Bracing yourself, you inhale deeply, your entire body tensing as you let your lips part, trying to force the desk away. You see Stiles flinch from the side of you just as you push the desk back, him running through not a moment later.

Taking a deep breath, you follow in a second later, just as you hear Stiles call out; “dad?”

Looking around the room, your eyes widen when you realize that both Ms. Blake and Stiles’ dad are gone. As if they’d disappeared in thin air.

-

“They’re already here, aren’t they?”

Stepping around the wall, you narrow your eyes at the sight of Ms. Blake, not to mention stood so closely next to Derek. She hadn’t been your teacher, except for when she was filling in for Mr. Harris, but to think... that it had been her the entire time. Right under your noses. And now Stiles’ father had been taken because none of you had noticed soon enough.

She turns to face the three of you, you, Stiles and Scott, her lips curved downwards into a deep frown. “So...” She starts, speaking to Derek, but her eyes on you. “They told you it was me? That i’m the one taking people?”

“We told him you’re the one killing people,” Scott corrects, his voice pitching in frustration and betrayal.

Out of the corner of your eye, you notice tears in Stiles’ eyes. They’ve never left, since his dad had been taken, but still, it breaks your heart to see him this way. 

“Oh, that’s right,” Ms. Blake chuckles, “committing human sacrifices? What, cutting their throats? Yeah, I probably do it on my lunch hour. That way, I can get back to teaching high school English the rest of the day. That makes perfect sense.”

“Where’s my dad?” Your eyes fall on Stiles as he speaks up, your eyes softening when you notice a tear fall down his cheek. You turn to Ms. Blake expectantly, practically willing her to answer that question.

Of course, it doesn’t work. “How should I know?”

Biting your lip, you slip your hand into Stiles’. He doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t pull away either, and with no words yourself, you squeeze his hand, trying your best to reassure him as your eyes fall back on Ms. Blake. She turns to Derek at your guys lack of reply, pleading; “Derek, tell me you don’t believe this.”

Derek doesn’t reply right away. His gaze flickers past Ms. Blake, glancing at Scott, Stiles and you. For a brief second he gaze meets your own, and shaking your head, you tell him what he needs to know.

“Do you know what happened to Stiles’ father?” Derek questions Jennifer.

“No,” she whispers, shaking her head as she takes a step back.

Feeling your anger spike, unable to control yourself, you let your narrowed eyes fall on her. “Ask her why she almost killed Lydia,” you spit, just as she turns to look at you.

“Lydia Martin?” Jennifer exclaims incredulously, “I don’t know anything about that.”

“What do you know?” Derek snaps, pulling Jeniffer’s eyes back on his own.

“I know that these kids,” you scoff, “for whatever misguided reason, are filling your head with an absurd story.” Turning to you, her eyes flare; “and one they can’t prove, by the way.”

Raising the container held in his hand, Scott rebuts; “what if we can?”

Confidence wavering, Jennifer swallows nervously; “what is that?”

Stepping forward, Scott slowly begins to unscrew the lid. “My boss told me it’s a poison and a cure... which means you can use it... and it can be used against you.”

“Mistletoe?”

Scott throws his hand forward, throwing the mistletoe, as Jennifer had guessed, towards her, a gasp immediately leaving her lips. When the smoke and mistletoe clears, you revolt at the small images that flash of Jennifer’s true appearance and the screaming that comes along with it.

Derek backs up, eyes wide with betrayal and hurt as Jennifer recollects herself. Then, just as she runs forward, attempting at escape, Derek catches her by the neck, his claws out as she begs; “Derek, wait, wait!” He listens, halting. “You need me.”

“What are you?”

“The only person who can save your sister,” she groans, clutching at the wrist of the hand wrapped around her neck. “Call Peter. Call him!”

Doing as Jennifer says, it doesn’t take long for Peter to answer Derek. You can’t hear the conversation, but, by the end of it, all you hear is Derek whisper; “mistletoe,” before hanging the call up, looking at Jennifer with great pain in his eyes. Jennifer lets out a gasp of pain the next second, Derek’s grip obviously tightening.

“Derek,” Scott calls out, panicked. You take a step forward yourself, just as Scott continues; “Derek, what are you doing?”

“Her life--it’s in my hands!”

He raises Jennifer by the neck, gasps of pain leaving her lips.

“Stop,” Stiles begs, taking a step forward. “Derek, stop!”

“Hey!” You call, your voice booming as you glare at Derek. “Stop. You can’t kill her!”

“Stilinski,” Jennifer breathes, “you’ll never find him.”

Taking another step forward, you move so you’re in sight of Derek. “I know you’re angry,” you breathe, “I know you’re hurt. But we need her alive, like it or not, to save your sister. To find Stiles’ dad. So, you need to stop this. Now.”

His face twists, his body tensing.

“Derek,” Scott calls, “Derek!”

A moment of tensed silence later, Derek finally lets go of Jennifer, practically dropping her to the ground. She groans out in response, placing her hands before her as she pushes herself up, groaning. “That’s right,” she says after she’s collected yourself, “you need me. All of you.”

-

“I don’t know, something feels wrong about this.”

Leaning forward, you gaze at the side of Stiles’ head. “How so?”

“We proved it to Derek,” Stiles begins explaining, nodding. “But she still had this look like it didn’t matter. You know, like it was all still going according to plan. You guys saw it, didn’t you?”

Meeting Scott’s gaze, you sigh. You did.

-

With quick steps, you follow Derek’s pace and direction, next to your brother. You keep your gaze carefully trained around yourself, unsure of what would happen once you reached Cora. Jennifer obviously wanted something, or had some kind of plan, you just didn’t know what.

“Scott! Y/N! Hey!”

Pausing, you turn at the sound of Melissa’s voice, both you and Scott just managing to turn as she’s running up to you. Slightly out of breath, she shakes her head; “What are you doing here? The hospitals evacuating.”

Briefly meeting Scott’s gaze, you turn back to your mother; “we’re here for Cora.”

“What, all of you?” Melissa breathes, letting her gaze fall on the rest before stopping on the bat in Stiles’ hand. “Why does Stiles have my bat?”

“Mom,” Scott calls, “just trust me on this. You need to get out of here.”

Taking a step forward, you nod; “right now.”

Shuffling backwards slightly, Melissa nods slowly, “the building is supposed to be clear in thirty minutes. We’ve got two ambulances that are coming back. Once’s ten minutes, the other’s twenty. Cora needs to be on one of those. They’ll be picking up in the basement garage.”

Nodding, you shuffle back towards the rest as Scott confirms; “got it.”

“Okay.”

As you fall in step with the rest, you glance back, noticing Melissa watching after you and Scott. You offer her a small, reassuring smile, before turning your attention head on.

-

Stepping out of the elevator, you glance up at the lights briefly in response to them flickering, raising a brow. You shrug it off, coming to a stop when you notice Derek has, only for your lips to part, brows to furrow at the sight of an empty hospital bed and some black liquid that looks like it’s been spit of the floor. And a lot of it.

There are a few blotches that continue forth, creating a path.

“Derek,” you call, eyes on the floor. He turns to look at you, before following the direction of your gaze, eyes falling on the double doors in front of you. Soon, sounds of grunting and thuds can be heard, and all five of you just stand there, waiting to see what’s on the other side.

Soon enough, a body comes sliding through. It’s Peter.

“We got a problem,” he pants, raising his head. “A big problem.”

Raising your head, your eyes widen at the sight of the twins-combined, stood before you.

Almost instantly Scott and Derek transform into their werewolf selves, Derek taking charge of the situation as he positions himself in front of the twins. You step off to the side with Scott, hands at the ready, just in case, as Derek lets out a warning roar before running forwards.

He grabs the twins around the waist, shoving them back a few steps before the twins, in return, digging their elbow into his back. Derek delivers a hit to the stomach, but the twins easily gain the control, grabbing Derek by the back of the neck and hitting him repeatedly in the head. Scott, quick to help, lets out a roar himself, rushing forward.

Snapping out of your stupor, you step forward, finding a decent side bed to the left of the twins, and waiting for Scott to be out of the shot, you send it flying towards the twins. It knocks them back, allowing Scott to get back up to your feet. But before you can do anything else, Stiles and Peter are suddenly running past you, Stiles grabbing a hold of your wrist along the way and yanking you forwards.

Just as the twins slam Scott up against the wall, you, Stiles and Peter fall by Cora’s side, gently turning her onto her back to make sure she’s still breathing.

“Ethan, Aiden, stop!”

Turning your head, your eyes fall on Scott as he continues; “you don’t know what you’re doing!”

“All we want is her!” They growl in return, and instantly, your eyes turn backwards, falling on Ms. Blake, who, having seen her chance, is now retreating into the elevators.

“No!”

-

“Don’t stop! Don’t stop!”

Running past Stiles, you turn to help Peter get Cora through the door before Derek calling Stiles’ name interrupts you. Spinning, your eyes widen when you realize he’s started walking back the way you just came, instead of following after the five of you.

He positions himself behind the right door, the twins combined stepping through a moment later. Your lips part when you realize what he intends to do, and before you can try to stop him, he swings his bat around the back of the twins head, it immediately cracking in half in response. The twins growl at him in response, to which Stiles stumbles back in fear, going along the wall to reach you.

Grabbing a hold of Stiles, you yank him back as your brother jumps up, breaking off the light panel from the ceiling and slamming it towards the twins.

-

“Where’s the big guy?”

“He’s close.”

“What about Ms. Blake?”

Turning to Derek, you bite your lip as he slowly turns to face you, Stiles, Scott and Peter at Stiles’ question. Stiles’, after receiving no response from Derek, turns to Scott who only shakes his head. Sighing, you frown, just as Stiles begins to panic; “what do you mean? Like, she’s gone? Scott, are you kidding me?”

“Shh,” Derek snaps, “quiet.”

“Me be quiet?” Stiles huffs in response, taking a step towards Derek. “Me, huh? Are you telling me what to do now? When your psychotic, mass murdering girlfriend--the second one you’ve dated, by the way--has got my dad somewhere, tied up, waiting to be ritually sacrificed?”

“Stiles,” you breathe, stepping up beside him. “They’re still out there, okay?”

“And--And they want her, right?” He asks, “which means now we don’t have her either, so my dad and Cora are both dead!”

“Not yet,” you remind, meeting his eyes. You don’t say anything more, but, just by looking at him, he stops, letting out heavy breaths as he tries to calm his nerves and frustration.

Scott meets your eyes, before making his way over to Peter with Cora; “is she really dying?”

“She’s definitely not getting any better.”

Exhaling heavily, Scott shakes his head; “there has to be something that we can do. We have to help her.”

Your head snaps to the door on your right as it slams open, eyes widening when you see Ms. Blake step through. “You can’t,” she pants, “only I can. I can save her, and I can tell you where Sheriff Stilinski is. But there is a pack of alpha’s in this hospital who want me dead. So i’ll help you... but only when i’m out of here and safe. Only then.”

Without a second to wait, Derek lunges forward, intent on attacking her before Scott grabs a hold of him, pulling him back. “Derek, wait!”

Raising his hand, Derek points at Jennifer menacingly. “She was trying to get out!”

“I was trying to keep myself from being killed,” Jennifer defends herself, voice pitching. “You can’t blame me for that.”

“If you want to show you’re one of the good guys,” Stiles speaks up, taking a step forward as he points at Cora. “Then heal her.”

“Not until i’m safe.”

“I’d like to volunteer a different method of persuasion,” Peter offers, “let’s torture her.”

“Works for me.”

“For once,” you growl, eyes narrowing dangerously, “I agree with Peter.” You move to step forward, Scott calling out your name, before the sound of the P.A. system squeaking catches your attention. Halting in your step, your eyes widen considerably when you hear your mother’s voice.

“Um, can I have your attention? Mr. Deucalion--excuse me, just Deucalion--requests you bring the woman calling herself Jennifer Blake to the E.R. reception.” Heart sinking, your shoulders fall, ignoring Stiles’ gaze which falls on you. You hate the shakiness of Melissa’s voice, so obviously scared and you hate imagining what kind of danger she’s in. “Do this, and everyone else can leave. You have ten minutes.”

“He’s not gonna hurt her,” Jennifer says almost immediately, clearly thinking of only her own safety.

“Shut up,” you growl, taking a leap step towards the woman. You feel your nails dig into the palm of your hand, your body shaking with worry and anger as she turns her narrowed eyes to your own. 

“He won’t,” she insists, before letting her eyes fall on Scott. “Scott, you know why. Tell them it’s true.”

Turning to Scott, you meet his eyes.

“What does she mean?”

He takes a step back, remaining silent.

Huffing, Jennifer sighs. “You’re not the only one he wants in his pack.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Deucalion doesn’t just want an alpha pack,” Jennifer begins, “he wants perfection. That means adding the rarest of alpha’s to his ranks.”

“A true alpha,” Peter finishes, causing your eyes to fall on his.

A moment of pause then, “what’s that?”

“The kind that doesn’t have to steal his power from another,” Peter answers Stiles, “one that can rise by the force of his own will. Our little Scott.”

Derek looks at your brother, to which Scott only shakes his head. “It doesn’t matter,” he dismisses, “we still need to get her out of here.”

“Scott, our mom-”

“Our mom,” Scott cuts you off, eyes meeting your own, “said there’s one more ambulance coming in twenty minutes. And I don’t think we’ve been here that long, so if we can get down to the garage, get to the last ambulance, we can get out of here.”

“The twins aren’t just gonna let us walk out,” Peter reminds.

“I’ll distract them.”

“You mean fight them.”

“Whatever I have to do,” Scott assures.

Taking a step back, you shake your head, rubbing your hands over your head.

“I’ll help you,” Derek promises Scott.

“Um,” Jennifer speaks up, “sorry, but i’m not going anywhere without you, Derek.”

“I’ll do it,”

You blink, turning to Peter in surprise as he lets out a smirk; “but i’d prefer to be out there with an advantage.”

“An advantage like what?” Stiles asks, “you mean like a weapon?”

“Something better than a baseball bat.”

-

Helping Derek and Stiles set Cora down, you shuffle backwards, making room. Your hands gently set the girls head down, making sure it doesn’t slam, before turning to Derek. You do best to ignore the pain that floods you, guessing it hasn’t something to do with Scott and the fact that he’s currently fighting the twins. 

He’s losing the battle. You can tell by the amount of pain you’re in.

“Derek,” Jennifer calls, “over here.”

Stepping back, Derek peers over the edge of the doors, before moving to where Jennifer is. Briefly glancing at Stiles, you make your way to the back exit of the car, stepping off the ambulance and following after Derek. Your lips part, hands falling to your lips when you see the dead police officer before you.

Derek and Jennifer slowly creep forward, but, feeling weary, you stay put, clutching onto the ambulance door. Sure enough, a moment later, you hear Kali’s familiar voice call out; “Julia,” with the followed sound of keys jangling before as she steps before Derek and Jennifer; “it is you.”

You jump when Stiles’ hand falls on your wrist, tugging you forward and pulling your eyes on his. Understanding his meaning, you crawl back onto the back of the ambulance, as quietly as possible, helping Stiles shut the doors behind you. Turning the Stiles the moment the door is shut, you pause, wondering if that was the right thing to do.

You should be out there helping Derek.

“I have to help him,” you whisper, shaking your head and turn back towards the doors.

You hear Stiles mumble something under his breath, grabbing you by the waist and yanking you backwards. Because of the small size of the car, you end up practically in his lap, staring up at him with wide eyes. “You can’t,” he whispers, before pressing his pointer finger against his lips, signaling you to remain silent.

You do without argument, too busy trying to ignore the racing of your heart.

Before you know it, the shadow of Derek and Jennifer running past pull you from your stupor. Eyes widening, you sit up, lips parting.

Well, now what?

- 

Watching Stiles lock the doors out of the corner of your eyes, you shake your head.

“I should’ve helped him.”

“And what?” Stiles questions, sitting back down in front of you. “And get yourself killed?”

“A lot better than being stuck in the back of an ambulance, doing nothing,” you snap, clenching your fists. “Stiles, he has my mom.”

“I know,” Stiles whispers, “but trust me, Scott won’t let anything happen to her.”

Meeting Stiles’ eyes, the sincerity and certainty in his own gaze, despite his own predicament, reassures you. Letting out a soft, small smile, you let out a heavy breath, nodding your head. Scott will protect your mom, just like he always has, and for now, you can protect Stiles and Cora if anyone comes around.

“She’s not breathing.”

“What?” You exclaim, eyes falling on Stiles before lowering to Cora. Pausing a moment, you feel your chest tighten when you notice the lack of movement of Cora’s chest. “Wait, what? Stiles--”

He leans forward, tilting his head to the side so his ear is towards her chest and listens. You remain silent, gnawing on your lip just as Stiles pulls back, panicking. “Oh, God, oh no. Oh, no, no, no, no.”

“Why isn’t she breathing?” You exclaim, shifting in your seat. “Come on, Cora. Breathe!”

“I’m gonna give her mouth-to-mouth.”

“What?” You exclaim once more, eyes wide as you meet Stiles’ gaze. “Do you even know how to give mouth-to-mouth?”

Pulling up his sleeves, Stiles shrugs; “it can’t be that hard, can it?”

“Can’t be-”

Before you can even finish your sentence, Stiles grabs Cora by the jaw, gently tilting her head back before, pinching her nose with his pointer finger and thumb and leans forward. Your entire body tenses as he presses his lips against her own, blowing, pulling back, and repeating the process. 

“Come on,” you whisper, “come on, Cora. Come on.”

He continues the process multiple times over, and, despite yours and his mumbling of encouragement Cora’s way, you feel your heart fall, hope dwindling when nothing ever changes. Just as the realization that she’s most likely dead hits you, Cora gasps loudly, coughing immediately afterwards.

Stiles throws his hands up in the air, lips curving into a small, victorious smile as you mimic his own.

“Oh my God,” you breathe, letting out a small laugh, “you just saved her life.”

“I just saved her life,” Stiles repeats, clear disbelief in his voice.

Smiling brightly, eyes twinkling, you meet Stiles’s gaze, unable to help yourself as you laugh out. 

“You’re a God damn hero!”

-

“You just hold on a little longer, okay?”

Blinking, you raise your head at the sound of Stiles’ voice. After the both of you knew Cora was safe, silence fell over the two of you, just stuck there waiting. It’d been like that a while, so the sound of Stiles’ voice surprises you, even more so when you realize he’s talking to an unconscious Cora, rather than you.

“Trust me, if there’s anything that can get us out of this, it’s Scott.” You frown at his words, watching as his face widens, and he chuckles half-heartedly. “I can’t believe I just said that.”

It’s then that you meet Stiles eyes, and though he’s still talking to Cora, he never leaves your gaze. “You know,” he continues after a moment, setting his head in his hands. “I actually used to be the one with the plan. Well, or at least a plan b.” He pauses, sighing; “well, I don’t know, now i’m thinking maybe you were right. You know, maybe--maybe we are pretty much useless. Maybe all we really do is show up and find the bodies.”

You don’t reply, you aren’t sure how to at first. Stiles lowers his gaze to Cora, and you can tell that even though he’s just spoken the words, they’ve been bothering him for a while. “It’s not true, you know,” you say after another moment of silence, causing Stiles to turn to you once more. “What she said. It isn’t true.” Flickering your gaze upwards, you nod determinedly, “we’ll find your dad and we’ll save Cora. We have to.”

“Y/N,” Stiles whispers, his voice cracking. “I don’t want to find my father’s body.”

“You won’t,” you reassure, leaning forward and taking his hand in your own. Squeezing it tightly, you promise, with no hesitance; “I swear to you that i’ll do everything in my power to save your father.”

There’s a moment of content silence between the two of you before it’s interrupted by a distant banging. Stiles and yours eyes widen, immediately becoming alert as you both make your way to the back doors, peering through the windows.

Your heart falls when you see the twins.

“Stay here,” you whisper, “I can distract them.”

“Are you insane?” Stiles exclaims, his voice hushed as he grabs a hold of your wrist, practically yanking you back. “If Scott and Derek can’t even fight them, how are you suppose to?”

“I never said i’d fight them,” you shrug, eyes narrowing. “I’ll run, distract them that way you and Cora stay safe.” Though, guiltily, your main concern is Stiles. It’s always Stiles.

Stiles lips part, and then, he’s adamantly shaking his head. “No,” he refuses, “you’re not doing that. You could die.”

“Stiles-”

“No,” he cuts you off, meeting your eyes. “I won’t let you.”

Leaning back, you let out a sigh, body tense. The twins, without even seeing them, you know are somewhere close. You and Stiles remain in complete silence in the moments that follow, unsure and frightened, anticipating the worst. 

A few moments later, you sit up straight the moment you notice Stiles pressing his ear against the side of the car, obviously having heard something. His eyes meet yours, silently telling you that something was wrong, which is followed by distant footsteps, this time, ones you can hear. Snapping your head around to where the doors are, you slowly inch forward, mentally preparing yourself for the worst, when Scott suddenly appears before you. A nearly-unconscious Peter is in his hands, and he’s rapping against the windows, glancing at you and Stiles. “Open the door, open the door!”

Instantly, you and Stiles rush forward, unlocking the door and then pushing open each of the doors. “Help me get him in,” Scott says the moment the doors are open, and reaching forward, Stiles grabs Peter’s arm, pulling him into the car beside him.

“Where’s Derek and Jennifer?” Stiles asks.

Shaking his head, Scott mumbles; “I have to go back for them and my mom.”

“If you’re going back for mom,” you speak up, stepping forward, “so am I.”

“No,” Scott instantly argues, eyes falling on you. “You need to keep them safe,” he gestures to Stiles and Cora. “Stay here.”

“Scott-”

“There’s two problems,” Stiles cuts off, causing your lips to part. “Kali’s got the keys to this thing, and I just saw the twins, like, thirty seconds ago.” Followed by his explanation the distant sound of banging, no doubt coming from the twins, can be heard.

“Stay here,” advises Scott, stepping back to shut the door.

“Scott,” you call, ready to argue that you come with him. But, the moment you meet his eyes, you pause, sighing. “Just... bring back mom, okay?”

He nods, shutting the door behind him as you slump against the wall in defeat.

-

“All right, come on, come on, come on!”

Stepping back, you help pull out the bed with Cora on it, moving out of the way of Peter and Stiles as they prepare to carry her over to Isaac and the car. Peter eventually just takes Cora in his arms, taking lead of the situation as you move to help Stiles shut the door. You shut the one in front of you, turning to Stiles expectantly, only to pause in confusion when you see him halt.

It’s obvious something has caught his eye.

“Stiles,” you call, taking a step forward. His hand is on the sheet in front of him, a sheet you’re guessing parents have to fill out if their child is hurt. Though, his hand hovers underneath the section made for parents or guardians to sign. Then, it clicks. Parents... or guardians.

“Stiles! Y/N!” Your eyes fall on Isaac who’s waving at you to follow; “come on!”

Glancing behind him, seemingly past you, the gears in Stiles mind seem to work quickly and then suddenly he’s running past you. You hear, in the back of your head Isaac call after him, and you feel stuck. You know what he’s realized, and you know what you need to do. So, turning, you move to run after Stiles, only for the sound of Isaac calling after you causing you to halt.

“Where are you going?” He exclaims, “we have to go!”

“I need... I need to,” you whisper, shaking your head. “I just-” You say no more, ignoring Isaac this time as he calls for your name, picking up the speed in your step to catch up with Scott.

After a while of running, directly behind Stiles, your eyes widen when you see Scott hastily turning the corner, bolting off despite Stiles calling after him. Stiles, in return, slows to a stop and you nearly crash into him, grabbing a hold of him as your eyes fall to the elevator before you, where Derek lays unconscious. 

“Mom,” you whisper, your voice barely audible. In the next second, you find yourself running, Stiles calling after you and then his footsteps can be heard. But you don’t slow down. Don’t slow down to think. When you reach the rooftop, you feel your heart plummet when you see Scott slowly inching towards Deucalion.

“Scott,” you cry, your voice pitching. “Please Scott.”

Stiles falls next to you then, out of breath. “Scott,” he calls, “Scott, don’t do this. Don’t go with him.”

Turning his head slightly over his shoulder, Scott shakes his head; “I don’t know what else to do.”

“Please,” you whisper, “we can figure out another way.”

“There’s got to be something else,” Stiles adds, nodding in desperation. “We always--we always have a plan B.”

Turning around, with tears in his eyes, Scott cries; “not this time.” Then, he moves to turn back around, only to be halted by Stiles calling for him once more. “I’m gonna find your dad,” Scott promises Stiles, before his eyes fall on your own. There are tears in your eyes, threatening to fall out as a hand falls against your lips.

Not only has your mom been taken, but the thought of Scott joining Deucalion, feeling so hopeless, breaks your heart. You can’t...

“I’m gonna find mom. I promise.”

-

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Vampire Knight, or AKA how to piss off half or most of your fanbase

Warning: Gore, LOTS OF Incest, weird subtext, Suicide mentions, Stupidity, Lots of terrible anime cliches, 

Rating: 2 /10

Episodes: 26 Episodes (2 seasons)

Dub or Sub: Does it really matter tho Vic Mignona as Zero really does make it at least somewhat bearable even if he’s a piece of shit.

Opening and Ending Themes: S1 Opening: 2/10. Bland.  S1 Ending: 6/10. The S1 ending definitely captures the tone of what the series is going for. S2 Opening: 4/10. Better than the S1 opening, closer to the aesthetic but still kinda eh. S2 Ending: 5/10. It’s alright. It fits into the context but it’s reaching. 

Pacing; SLOOOOOOOOOW. slow as fuck like I literally die because it’s so slow help me I can’t believe there’s 26 episodes of this I feel like I could watch like 100 episodes of Inuyasha in the spans of 1 episode of VK. 

Concept: Yuki goes to a school that’s got humans and vampires, which doesn’t make any sense because the thing about vampires is that they’re the same age forever why the fuck would they need to go to school america explain!! but she’s one of the only people who knows there’s vampires because she’s “the headmaster’s daughter” and has gotta protect the stupid humans and also a love triangle that ends stupidly. This is your basic bitch of vampire teen romance that was popular at the exact time teen vampires were popular and then ended extremely grossly. 

-----Spoilers Below You’ve been warned---------

First of all. 

Let’s introduce our main 3 characters. 

Yuki Cross Kuran: An amnesiac idiot. Classic dopey Helpless Damsel. She was trained how to fight against vampires and she does all these cool jumps and stuff but every single time she’s in trouble, she needs to get rescued. She looks EXACTLY like the Vampire Class President Kaname, but no one brings it up ever. I don’t hate her, but she does get annoying at points. Apparently, when she 5 years old, she was wandering around alone with no memories, was almost attacked by a vampire and then was rescued by TEENAGE Kaname, and she’s looked up to and liked him ever since. She does have that ‘I believe there can be good in anyone’ charisma that I’ve liked in other characters, but it’s done very poorly here. She wants to bond and become closer to Zero and knows that his family was murdered, but doesn’t understand that boundaries are a thing and need to be respected especially with someone who was traumatized like Zero. She’s actually a pure blood vampire and Kaname’s younger BLOOD RELATED sister who ‘was born to be Kaname’s wife.’ Her mother died in the process of sealing yuki’s powers and memories away to make her human for awhile. 

Zero Kiryu: THE ONLY RESPECTABLE CHARACTER. IN THIS HOUSE WE ONLY STAND WITH ZERO KIRYU, EVERYONE ELSE IN THE SHOW OR SERIES CAN FUCKING PERISH. HIS VAMPIRE SLAYING FAMILY WAS MURDERED BY A VAMPIRE. HATES VAMPIRES. WANTS THEM DEAD. VALID. VALID BOY. HE WAS TURNED INTO A VAMPIRE BY A PUREBLOOD VAMPIRE AND HE HAS TO DRINK BLOOD AND HE HATES IT. HAS A LOT OF MENTAL ILLNESS AND PTSD AND ANGER AND FEAR BECAUSE HIS FAMILY WAS MURDERED. BY A VAMPIRE. AND HE WILL END UP BECOMING A MINDLESS VAMPIRE. AND NOW HE’S FORCED TO PROTECT VAMPIRES. LITERALLY TRIES TO KILL HIMSELF OR WANTS TO DIE BEFORE THAT HAPPENS. HE HAS A VALID SOFT SPOT FOR YUKI BECAUSE THEY GREW UP TOGETHER AND SHE WAS HIS FIRST AND ONLY TRUE FRIEND AFTER HIS FAMILY WAS MURDERED. BY VAMPIRES. WHAT I’M TRYING TO SAY IS THAT THE HEADMASTER IS A FUCKING DICK. DOESN’T DESERVE TO BE IN THIS SHITTY ANIME. 

Kaname Kuran: A gross incestuous CREEP. HE NASTY. MANIPULATIVE CREEP. THIS IS BASICALLY ME EVERYTIME HE’S ONSCREEN.  HE’S A PUREBLOODED VAMPIRE????WHICH MEANS HE’S TOP OF THE CHARTs?? AND OP I GUESS??/ A MJAOR DOUCHEBAG- ALSO KNOWS THAT ZERO’S FAMILY WAS SLAUGHTERED BY A PUREBLOOD VAMPIRE AND KNOWS ZERO WILL BECOME A VAMPIRE AND STILL TAUNTS HIM ABOUT HOW HE’S BECOMING A BLOODTHIRSTY BEAST AND EVEN ALLOWS THE VAMPIRE THAT KILLED ZERO’S FAMILY TO COME WRECK HAVOC AT THE ACADEMY WHEN HE’S SUPPOSED TO BE KEEPING PEACE. CREEPS ON YUKI LITERALLY ALL THE TIME SINCE SHE WAS A KID. ALL THE OTHER VAMPS WOULD LITERALLY JUMP HIS BONES IF HE ASKED BUT DECIDES TO CREEP ON HIS SISTER INSTEAD. LITERALLY HAS BEEN THE ONE KEEPING HER IN THE DARK ABOUT HER PAST THE WHOLE TIME, 

The concept in greater detail: 

The Headmaster, Yuki’s adopted father, Kaen Cross, wants Vampires and Humans to get along. 

Apparently, in this world, Humans and Vampires are separate races, and vampires can make vampire babies, but they also can still turn humans into vampires, and the Vampire babies can still grow and mature??? And be teenagers, except Kaname but we’ll get to him in a minute. Anyway, so since his school has both humans and vampires, he enlists his own children, Yuki, and Zero, his other adopted child, WHO’S FAMILY WAS MURDERED BY VAMPIRES, to keep the humans separate from the vampires, because the humans are stupid and don’t know that the night class(Vampire Class) are in fact, vampires. And on top of that, both Zero and Yuki have to attend Day classes, and then patrol the nights to protect the humans, so they literally get no sleep whatsoever and wow, Child labor and Negligence. Let these kids sleep goddamn

Season 1 in a nutshell:

Okay, Season 1 basically sets up the story and characters and background in a really slow weird pace, like usually in the first episode of an anime you’d set up with short descriptions of the main characters and then later on delve into their aspects and motivations, they barely do that here and also you get the context of the plot in the first couple of episodes, this takes like half the season to fully unleash all the characters and background which makes it easily forgettable, like I just watched it and I’m still like- why is this a thing- oh- oh okay- uh huh- weird? not gonna explain until 10 episodes later? okay. 

Also I shit you not, once they finally get into Zero’s background and backstory more, the vampire that killed Zero’s family, turned him into a vampire and kidnapped his twin brother which I guess is now a thing??????? is back with his twin brother, who ‘always secretly hated’ Zero and always wanted him and their family dead’ and not only does the Headmaster get weird senses about her infiltrating the school as a student, but FUCKING Kaname knows RIGHT OFF THE BAT, WHO THE FUCK SHE IS, WHAT THE FUCK SHE DID, AND LETS HER FUCK AROUND WITH ZERO UNTIL KANAME KILLS HER, STEALS HER POWERS AND THEN PINS HER MURDER ON ZERO. THUS LEAVING ZERO AS A SCAPEGOAT FOR THE WEIRD TWILIGHT? VAMPIRE? ASSOCIATION? TO GET PISSED AT AND TRY TO KILL BECAUSE SHE WAS A ‘PURE VAMPIRE’  AND EVEN YUKI’S LIKE- ‘SAY HE DIDN’T DO IT KANAME’ AND KANAME GIVES HER THIS LOOK THAT’S LIKE ‘I KNOW HE DIDN’T CAUSE I DID BUT I’M NOT GONNA SAY IT BC I’M STILL CREEPING ON YOU’ 

AND ZERO’S THIS CLOSE TO LITERALLY LOSING HIS MIND AND KANAME REALIZING THAT ZERO’S THE ONE THAT’S BEEN PROTECTING ‘HIS PRECIOUS YUKI’ THIS WHOLE TIME, DECIDES TO FORCE HIM TO DRINK HIS OWN BLOOD TO KEEP HIM FROM BECOMING A COMPLETE MONSTER. 

Also let’s talk about Zero’s convenient, cliche and weird twin brother Ichiru.

Okay, for Ichiru, he’s kind of...all over the place. But I’ll try to condense it down. 

Remember how I said Vic Mignona being Zero’s voice actor helped make this show bearable? Well, they used Vic AGAIN for Ichiru, because??? he’s??/ his twin??? i guess??? Listen, Not every set of identical twins are going to have the same voice too??? and it’s really??? kind of like- kills what Vic has going for Zero. Take for instance, Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin from Ouran High School Host Club

There’s enough difference to tell them apart as people but same enough that they sound related instead of sounding like weird clones. 

Now listen to this clip from VK dubbed

It sounds like Zero is just talking to himself in the mirror. He does do Ichiru’s voice a little lighter and Zero’s heavier, but there’s barely any distinction and it’s just ugh. Using him as both Zero and Ichiru is just lazy.

So, Ichiru hated Zero and their family because he was born weak and easily to fall to illness within a family of vampire killers so he felt that they hated him because of it, and that wasn’t the case at all, and was the one to lead the pureblood vampire to his home to slaughter his family, then left with her to become stronger by being her servant and drinking her blood. But she won’t drink his bc he’s too obedient and likes Zero more because Zero fights her will with everything he has. And Ichiru is a jealous lil bitch because I guess Zero gets all the attention even though he really doesn’t/ doesn’t want it and thinks it’s Zero’s fault that his life is this way. 

Season 2 in a nutshell:

Things are FINALLY getting revealed. So, the reason Yuki was brought to the headmaster was that her parents (WHO WERE ALSO SIBLINGS WHO DECIDED TO GET MARRIED AND HAVE KIDS BC PUREBLOODS GR O SS) WERE KILLED BY THEIR EVIL OLDER BROTHER WHO WAS COMING FOR YUKI AND SO KANAME BEING HER ELDER BROTHER STOPPED HIM, AND BROUGHT YUKI TO THE HEADMASTER SO THAT SHE COULD LIVE NORMALLY AS A HUMAN UNTIL SHE WAS FRESHLY COOKED ENOUGH TO BECOME HIS GROSS BRIDE/LOVER/WIFE AND LIVE AS A PUREBLOOD VAMP AGAIN, AND YUKI IS TOTALLY INTO IT???? AND SHE SAYS SHIT LIKE “IT’S SO FUNNY THAT I’VE BEEN IN LOVE WITH MY BROTHER THIS WHOLE TIME.’ AND KANAME’S LIKE ‘WHY IS IT FUNNY? WE’RE PUREBLOOD ARISTOCRATS AND IT’S NOT LIKE WE’RE HUMANS LOLOL’ LIKE NO- N O THAT STILL DOESN’T MAKE IT OKAY. 

Also the headmaster was vampire hunter previously and killed a ton of them before was like ‘lol this ain’t the life for me anymore’ which. I can get. I really can. But also, can you just not. “I stopped being a vampire hunter bc I thought that’d be like rejected Yuki and Zero” 

Also now that Yuki is revealed and unsealed as a pure blood vampire all the other vampires are worshiping her like they do Kaname and it’s weird as hell.

Kaname is also manipulating her again, saying that when she wants to protect something she cares about it hurts him. 

also i guess kaname also has been using zero the entire time to make him the strongest vampire hunter in the world and is going to send him to kill the vampire that killed kaname & yuki’s parents and who is also now after Yuki because he wants to eat her and sap her power i guess.

i hate this show so much

but I still love ze-

AND ZERO JUST GOT FUCKING SHOT IN THE HEART BY HIS GODDAMN TWIN GOD FUCKING DAMMIT

APPARENTLY ICHIRU WAS SO WEAK WAS BC ZERO TOOK SOME OF HIS BROTHER’S POWER WHEN THEY WERE IN THEIR MUM’S WOMB LIKE THAT’S??? NOT HIS FAULT??? W H Y ARE YOU DOING THIS??? AND ZERO LEARNING THIS- JUST WANTS HIS BROTHER TO BE HAPPY- 

BUT LIKE THAT STILL ENDED WITH HIS BROTHER KILLING HIS FAMILY. 

AND THEN HIS BROTHER WITH HIS FINAL WISH AS HE LAY DYING IN ZERO’S ARMS, FROM TRYING TO KILL THE BIG BAD GUY AND GETTING HIS ASS WHOOPED TELLS HIM TO DRINK HIS BLOOD SO HE CAN GET HIS FULL VAMP HUNTER POWERS AND CONTINUE TO LIVE

And Zero does it. Because he wants to protect the only friend he’s had. God, Zero is so fucking valid. 

Headmaster actually throwing his lazy ass into the fight to protect Yuki and the academy is the arc reversal of the century. 

also Yuki being able to wield her Vampire hunter weapon despite being a vamp with just her willpower makes no goddamn sense. Power of friendship my ass.

ALSO THE BAD GUY IS SUCH A CREEP. LIKE CREEPS RUN IN THE FAMILY. KANAME AND THE CREEPY ASS UNCLE RITO

ZERO!!!!!

.”TIME FOR CURTAINS TO DRAW ON OUR VAMPIRE NIGHT” 

Roll Credits.

So, all in all, the show ends with Kaname fighting creepy uncle until Zero is the one to kill him, and then as another slap in the face, Yuki leaves the academy with her disgusting love interest grooming brother after drinking Zero’s blood one last time to prove she is actually a vampire. Proving that the only ‘friend’ that he genuinely cared about all this time is gone, and that the next time they meet, he will be forced to kill her as his role as a Vampire hunter. And it ends with Yuki looking forward to that day??????

I. hate. this series. 

I HATE IT SO MUCH. 

It has interesting ideas, and it got popular the time vampires were megahuge, but it’s just utterly disgusting and disappointing. I only liked ONE character. ONE. And he’s the one who gets fucked over the most. 

It’s cliche. And Gross. And just. I braced myself for some bad anime but I had no goddamn idea how bad it actually is. 

If you like it, then you do you my dude. I just can’t. This series? scarred me for life? I would rather eat an old moldy sock than sit and watch this again. 

[morhath]

SPN S1E8 liveblog for Some Goddamn Reason

it's the bugs one lol. it's called "Bugs".

These episode titles have been very straightforward for the most part. The one called hook man is about a guy with a hook. the one called bugs is about bugs. is it a good idea to eat while watching this? probably not. also didn't they have to CGI all the bugs in because they wouldn't show up on camera? excited 2 watch lol

No, Dean, Sam is right the way you two were raised was BAD.

"ya it could be mad cow or it could be worse" SIR. nothing is worse than mad cow. fucked up ghosts would be better. also sidenote they are, whether intentionally or not, making Sam look like a MUCH better liar than Dean lol. much smoother.

IIRC from what I've read this is a pretty common child abuse dynamic, right? one kid who the parents treat as the good kid (but also kinda fuck them up) and one kid who the parents treat as a scapegoat. or just parent in this case obvi.

YEAH. some of those bugs looked CGIed. also I think this one I remember the ending, it's the whole Native American Burial Ground thing isn't it. deep sigh.

PLEASE DO NOT JUST FOLLOW A KID AROUND. oh my god. you are going to get arrested. also you know from a monster's POV I would argue that Sam and Dean ARE serial killers. anyway I really like this nerdy insect kid, he's like. already figured out that something is going on because of his Insect Knowledge. that being said, also, it is making me wildly uncomfortable that Sam and Dean are using this kid as a proxy for arguing about their feelings about John and leaving vs. staying with your family. he is SIXTEEN. please do not project on him. I feel very cranky about this b/c it happened to me a lot as a kid lol

sorry but every time there's a Lingering Car Shot I just lose it b/c I'm thinking about that HYSTERICAL post where they drive a Prius instead

I know that "John used to swing by Stanford to see if you were safe" is supposed to be heartwarming but with my various beliefs and life experience to me that is HORRIFYING STALKING

how does the bone professor just know so quickly how old the bones are. he gets like half of a point for looking kinda--SORRY I HAVE TO INTERRUPT MYSELF THERE'S ~EXOTIC NATIVE AMERICAN FLUTE MUSIC~. AUGH.

lol I like this old guy. get their asses. mild grimace at Sam just being like LOL WE FOUND BONES like bro for all you know you've been manhandling this dude's RELATIVE. that being said at least spn is acknowledging that Native people still exist, and they actually go to the local tribe to ask??? anyway this is absolute a "good for them" moment. I think Sam and Dean should just leave and let the curse do its thing.

ARE THOSE BEES? DON'T BUG SPRAY THE BEES, DEAN

yeah okay I would like to officially render a verdict I am not enjoying this episode, I know that bugs could absolutely kill people but this is too goofy I can't take it seriously. are the bugs just kinda swarming around or are they actually biting/stinging? also lol at it being over that quickly

aw don't throw your bugs away, kid, bugs r still cool :,( don't be fucking rude, Sam. now I swear, if you're gonna give me some heartwarming shit about Jo--there we go. ugh. you don't need to apologize to him Sam.