#while burning her after she gets slashed and stuff

[ultimate-snek]

Hebichi, her blood literally boiling, about to stab herself: this’ll hurt you more then it hurts me :))

The guy she’s fighting: D:

[lovelookspretty]

not so bad

college!rafe cameron x reader au

— in which rafe and y/n absolutely despise each other in public but crush in secret. rafe is failing his humanities class & is assigned y/n as his tutor . . . maybe all it took for this relationship to form was just a bit of forced proximity and some time.

warning(s): nothing bad at all !! just cute stuff. lots of friendship. rafe admiring y/n lowkey

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“so you and rafe cameron are just friends now?” aria asks as you two sit in the dining hall together for breakfast. it’s the the morning after and you told her just an hour before this that you and rafe are on new terms. new, relieving terms.

you nod as you pick at your food with your fork. “yeah, and hopefully for a while,” you say before frowning, “being someones enemy is not easy work.”

she giggles at you, “well i’m glad you two have started over.”

“me too,” you agree with a desperate nod, and she giggles once more before she picks up a phone call and eats while talking to her sister most likely.

your eyes trail around the dining hall as you dig your fork into your food and eat. after the brief phone call, aria sets down her phone and you take the opportunity right away to bring up your soon-plans.

“so, um, speaking of new friends, i wanted to talk to you about something,” you begin, your voice tentative. “rafe invited me to some coffee shop slash live music show with him and his friends later today, and i was wondering if you wanted to come with me.”

arias eyes widen from across the table, “hanging out with his inner circle? wow you two move fast!”

you roll your eyes, but your cheeks flush at the tease. “it’s not even like that,” you insist with a wave of your hand. “i can probably get rafe to pay for both of our drinks if you go with me. it’s at five.”

aria gives you a ‘you don’t have to do that look’ as she shakes her head, her voice clear, “i’m a little booked and busy, i have to call my mom as soon as she gets off of work today at five. maybe another day?”

you nod with a smile. “whatever works,” you tell her. aria smiles back at you. you have no problem with her being busy, it just would’ve been nice to have her there so it wouldn’t just be ‘rafe and his friends . . . and you’. you’re grateful that aria was at least considering it.

“so how about you?” you ask her. “what are your plans for today, miss booked and busy girl?”

aria perks up. “oh you’ll absolutely love to hear what i’m doing,” she says immediately, earning a laugh from you.

as aria begins to recount what’s on her planner, as well as the green beans on her plate, you nod along, your attention drifting as your gaze wanders around the dining hall.

you can’t help but feel a pull towards a certain table in the corner, where rafe and his friends usually sit. you watch as rafe breaks out into a smile, with lorenzo seeming to be telling another big story to rafe and elara who’s in a fit of laughter.

you feel excited. like actually excited. and it’s weird. usually finding out that you had to be in rafes presence back home would end in you telling your friends about how you wanna just go back to bed. you can smile at the memories but you’re actually looking forward to befriending rafe and the others now.

however your thoughts are interrupted as soon as rafe stares back at her from across the room. lorenzo and elara are too busy conversing with one another to notice he ever shifted gaze.

it’s like your breath is caught in your throat as your eyes meet, and it basically feels like you’ve been caught. it’s like he’s smiling with his eyes though and he nods at you to say ‘hey’. you quickly look away, your cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“are you even listening to me?” arias voice breaks through your reverie, and you snap back to reality. you quickly plaster on a smile and nod, hoping to mask your distraction.

“yeah sorry, i got a little lost there for a moment,” you half-lie, forcing yourself to focus on arias words. “okay so you were saying about your day?”

you spend a good amount of time deciding on what to wear that you nearly miss the text from rafe that says you’re leaving in ten minutes. you get comfortable in lorenzo’s car as he and elara accompany each other in the front, you and rafe having to sit in the back.

“it’s so nice to officially have a girl to hangout with,” elara says as she turns around in her seat and grabs the side of her chair, staring directly at you.

elara is gorgeous, you’ve always thought this since you saw her the first day of class. her milk chocolate hair is flowing in waves with her money pieces braided all the way down. her eyes are green; and you’re jealous. she’s sporting a pair of golden earrings that dangle and compliment her skin tone beautifully. this girl knows her color theory.

no wonder why lorenzo likes her so much; at least that’s what rafe’s hinted at before.

“this kind of stuff isn’t really his scene, so thank you y/n for coming with us so he can too,” lorenzo says, and in your peripherals you can see rafe smile and look out his window.

lorenzos hair is a little curly. it’s dark and his features are too. you can’t see much from your view behind elaras seat but it’s not like you have to when you’ve already seen him. you can see he cleans up well though. he’s a little opposite to elara’s outfit, whose colors are light and her clothes are airy with her dress and knitted cardigan. lorenzo’s in some hoodie layered with a racing jacket.

when you look to your left, rafe is in a collared denim jacket and some jeans. as soon as you saw him you’d joked about how he looked like a cowboy.

“who’s even playing tonight?” rafe asks the two in the front as he rests his elbow on his door while rubbing his chin. “was there a setlist?”

“for a coffee shop?” lorenzo asks, and he seems unsure about it himself. he shrugs, “we’ll see when we get there.”

you take a few pictures of the view of the town and the shop itself for your mom, but you plan on sending them to your family groupchat later, probably when you’re on the way back to campus.

you follow the others inside. elara finds you guys a table immediately because she predicts the shop will be packed soon. the coffee shop is new, and usually these things on top of supporting small artists are popular.

there’s already people seated at different tables near the stage where there’s two performers—a singer and their guitarist. they’re playing some kind of country music, you think. you really can’t recognize the genre.

you seat yourself with elara at the table and rafe joins lorenzo at the front counter to take a look at the menu. you’re just about to continue discussing classes with the girl when lorenzo speaks up.

he turns around from his spot, calling out to elara, “there’s a honey lavender latte.”

she gasps and excuses herself from the table, and she darts over to the front in such a hurry that she has to pull her cardigan back over her shoulders, marveling over the neat menu.

rafe pats lorenzo’s back and leaves to join you at the table, settling down in the seat with a sigh. you’re facing the performing stage at first but you turn to face him across the table.

“thanks for coming,” he says, his voice low and quiet that you almost don’t hear him over the music. you perk up and tilt your head in question, so he continues, “if you couldn’t tell, this is way more enzo and lara’s kind of spot more than it is mine. i wanted to go anyway but i thought it’d be better if you were here too.”

you shake your head. “i should be thanking you for the invite,” you insist. “it’s nice to get off campus and hangout with some friends instead of staying inside my dorm doing homework . . . or tutoring someone again.”

he rolls his eyes and leans back in his seat in denial. “alright alright,” he says, earning a laugh from you. “you didn’t even tutor me yesterday.”

“right, but i still stayed to help motivate you to apply yourself more often,” you remind him.

elara approaches the table with a smile, her hands clasped together as she stands behind her chair. “hi, so lorenzo’s ordering for us. do you guys know what you want yet or . . . ?”

you and rafe tell her your orders, which are your drinks plus rafe’s sandwich ‘cause he says he skipped lunch earlier. he pulls out his wallet and hands elara enough cash to cover both yours and his, like he said he would, and she hurries back to her friend.

you’re back to your conversation with rafe, and you lean forward to speak directly to him, “thanks for that by the way.”

he shakes his head and doesn’t say anything, like he doesn’t want to make it a thing. he stuffs his wallet into his back pocket.

“thanks for helping me.” you can tell that he’s referring to staying with him to do your english assignments. this time you wave it off like it’s nothing.

he thinks back to what you said specifically just a moment ago—about staying to motivate you. he doesn’t even argue with you, despite wanting to. to tell you that the truth. to tell you why he’s been failing despite being able to take clear notes and participate just fine in class discussions to prove he’s been doing his reading too.

you turn away to face the performers again, and rafe just stares at you. you look so content, just enjoying the music, the café.

you admire the new coffee shop and its entirety. the customers are clearly enjoying it too, especially the coffee. they’re rounding up orders quick. everyone must be good at what they do here.

most have coffee already, in the middle of being gulped down, having photos taken of them for their feeds and groupchats, but some have empty spaces in front of them. either their order is on the way or they’ve managed to finish their drink and still stay because the atmosphere is that attractive.

the menu uphead is clear and concise, handwritten for sure, and there’s a display of treats that have cute little doodles on the sign that reads that some are organic, locally sourced, and delicious. it’s a ‘buy one, get one!’ deal that has you spotting a few cookies on small paper bags or slices of some cake on people’s plates.

the aroma inside the café makes you melt. you can smell it from outside too. it’s the smell of coffee beans and baked goods mostly, which is literally what they sell anyway, but it’s all so fresh.

you can sit here for hours.

and soon, it’s been hours and you’re still there with the group. it’s late but you’re grateful there’s no curfew at your university or else you would’ve left by then.

people are standing from their seats to surround the stage. some are dancing with their partners, you can see, but others are just swaying to the sound, much like you are.

your fingers are intertwined together as you rest your chin on top of your knuckles, and you watch what looks like the singer serenading her guitarist, who looks back at her with the same glint in her eye. it’s the cutest thing.

“you and i need to hangout more often,” elara’s voice is loud from beside you, and you look over to where she and lorenzo are dancing, elara’s back pressed against his chest. lorenzo is too busy filming the performers to pay attention. “i’ve been meaning to go shopping sometime. you can come with!”

you hesitate, especially if she means like tomorrow. you aren’t totally prepared for one-on-one with her but at the same time, maybe it would be nice to just be impulsive about it.

“we can work it over text,” she tells you like she’s read your mind, and you’re relieved. she shared her number with you a bit after you and her started chatting it up in the car. she’s probably the kindest soul you’ve met since you started school here.

as elara goes back to swaying with lorenzo who’s finally put his phone down, you look to rafe. he’s on the other side of you with his hands in his pockets, but he’s not swaying. he’s just standing still.

you give him a look that tells him to move more and he does, but only with a sigh. you show him by moving your hands too, but you’re so close to the stage that the singer takes your hand into hers.

it alarms you and you stare forward in awe, laughing when you realize how caught off guard you were when she was just connecting with the audience. lorenzo pulls out his phone again to record you, and you giggle with elara.

the singer lets go of your hand and you look at rafe who’s just smiling. you can’t tell what kind of smile it is—if it’s because of your reaction or because of something else. it’s kind of hard to read him nowadays.

he leans in, speaking to you privately. “i told you you’d like lara,” his voice booms in your ear, and you nod.

“she’s great, thank you for introducing me,” you reply, and he nods back. “thank you for tonight.”

as elara repeatedly pokes your shoulder to get your attention, you face the two to appear in lorenzo’s recorded video of the girls together. he even pans over to rafe whose attention isn’t even on them, but on you.

he didn’t realize what he’d been missing all this time. you’re fun to be around, it’s one of the only things he thinks when you’re on his mind. the other, however, just lingers over and almost makes him feel guilty. it benefits you both even though he sacrificed his grade for it. all he wanted to do was grab your attention after that first time you tutored him.

maybe failing english on purpose was just the thing to get you back.

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[yandereunsolved]

Yandere self aware Maegor—burn the book and escape to another country (requested)

Yandere Maegor became aware of your presence early on in his childhood. It was some time after his eighth name day. He had just stabbed to death a palfrey. The poor thing only lightly kicked him while spooked. Just then he heard a sort of gasp and turned his gaze to the sky. It felt like he was looking through a watery veil. He could see your face, your surroundings, and your fingers gripping onto what looked like a book of some sort. 

A stable boy came running towards him after hearing the pained screeches of the animal. In that moment the connection was broken as the watery veil disappeared and he was left staring upward with a new feeling sprouting within his soul. It was red hot and made his chest ache. He wanted you back to soothe the pain, but the damn stableboy took you away from him. 

The boy broke your connection.

So he slashed the stableboy's face in half and let him writhe in agony on the grassy field. That was Maegor's first taste of you. His first taste of exploring the darkest recesses of his desire, all thanks to you. He couldn't get enough, and he needed more. It is his right. 

Yandere Maegor was betrothed to Lady Ceryse Hightower and thought it was the perfect time to try to reconnect with you. Throughout the years, he has seen glimpses and even heard your name being spoken by someone else. That should have been him! This was his time to make you need him in every way, just as he needs you.

For many nights he treated himself to his newlywed spouse's body. He would have her covered in sweat and exhausted, and still he would go. He knew it pleased you to some extent. He always refused to look into his wife's eyes during this time because his head was trained upwards, staring at you. 

He always saw you during those times. That's why he was so insistent to constantly drag his wife to bed. It was like some gateway that was always open when he was inside of her.

Still, that bitch remained bare. Full of his seed, and she still couldn't produce any heirs. Worthless woman. He would scoff any time she tried to initiate. What gives her the right? She hasn't earned it.

Yandere Maegor was never one to stuff his head into books and frolick around like a pansy. That was the detestable lifestyle his half-brother Aenys lived. Still, his scarred hands found their way to dusty old scrolls that even the maesters forgot of. He learned of a strange phenomenon some Targaryens experienced. They had deemed it to be 'naejot ūndegon aōla' (to see yourself).

A certain awareness that very few had every scrapped the surface of. Dreamers were more likely to have such a revelation? ability? He couldn't find much information on it, considering the chance to study this anomaly was a rarity. 

He asked Aenys and he knew nothing. Typical.

Yandere Maegor dedicated his extra time to trying to reach out to you. He knew sex was one way to reach you. He really didn't want to touch a woman every time he wanted to interact with you. The both of you would never get any alone time. Not to mention the fact that it is quite hard to hear someone over long drawn-out moans. 

So he would meditate. He would lock himself in an isolated place for days just for a chance to see your visage once again.

He had minimal luck.

Yandere Maegor seemed to only marry women with cursed wombs. Bedding anyone was a way for him to see you, but bedding his wives had a ninety-percent success rate for being able to see you. Still, he needed an heir and was left without one. 

Was this a sign? He took it as one.

No one could change his mind on it.

You had been specially made for his seed. If you were unable to bare children due to your anatomy, he could—would find a way. You were meant for him. It was no wonder that no one else could satisfy him as you could.

You made him crazed without a touch. A feat no one but you achieved.

Yandere Maegor still felt as if you were the one after learning of his third wife's betrayal. She cursed his potential heirs! He doubts she could have cursed you. You are incredibly unique. Someone who is one of a kind.

So he uses his dead wife's book on sorcery and potions to interact with you bit by bit. He's astonished that he is in written text but is also thankful, as that is incredibly advantageous for him. He flips pages and changes the text. He dares to reach out to you through the pages and gently caress whatever part of you he is able to get ahold of. 

It's pure bliss for him, pure horror for you.

Yandere Maegor will find a way into your world. He will bring you into his. He will find a way to concoct a potion of vitality for you both. Although you seemingly do not age by much in his eyes. You are just as stunning as the first time he saw you. There's so much lost time to make up for.

[absolutebl]

Wedding Plan Trash Watch!

You ready to snuffle-kiss the burn? 

Before I start...

Find out about Mame and the Mameverse here.

Find my other trash watches of her and others here. 

We all know what we are getting in for, 7 episodes of BLduggery. To crane your neck as you drive by the car wreck or not... that is the question. Me? I'm wallowing in the guts. 

Episode 1 - In which I craft an ode to Dumpster Fires Everywhere 

I am sorry, but they opened with Battle Hymn of the Republic for PrapaiSky’s wedding? I busted out laughing. 

Also, you KNOW I can’t just let that go. 

Ready?

LET’S SING! (Bet you’d never thought I’d type those words). 

Battle Hymn of BL Tumblr

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the burning of the trash This is barely even BL it’s just Mame writing slash  She hath set ablaze such garbage in pursuit of all our cash But the trash watch must go on! 

 (Buh buh ba buh) 

Glory, glory hallelujah!  Mame hit us with a sewer.  Spoiling all our fun, Oh the shit storm has begun, But the trash watch must go on! 

I have seen the dumpster-fires of a hundred BL tropes She will sacrifice her ukes ’til they’ve lost all of their hopes We will watch in righteous anger while the refuse burns and smokes But the trash watch must go on! 

 (Buh buh ba buh) 

Glory, glory hallelujah!  Life’s rough for a BL reviewer.  When OG BL fans run afoul of Mame stans  But the trash watch must go on! 

 Buh buh buh buh! 

Thank you, thank you, I’ll be here for the next 7 weeks. Yes some of my rhyming conventions are awkward af but I never claimed to be a filker. Now where was I?

Oh YES, 

STILL AT THE VERY BEGINNING. 

Where have I seen this seme before? Oh! Top Secret Together. 

Micky D sponsorship? Nice. I’m impressed. 

Too many sound effects, abort! Is that the sound tech from Lovely Writer I sniff? Someone please fire his ass. Yes, it must be him. Only a straight dude misuses buttons like that. 

I feel Nuea’s pain I too hate the gym. 

This better not be in one of those situations where after instalove our seme arranges for the wedding planner boy he likes to plan his own wedding so that he can marry him at the end. 

Lots of pronouns going astray in that sentence, but you get my meaning. 

Drag baby around. Locker room. Kabeldon 

Honestly? And this is not usually a criticism I lob at Mame ( I know is there anything I have lobbed at her?) but the leads seem a bit stiff and uninspired. 

It is just me? 

Episode 2 - What’s this? Oh is that boredom? 

What are these boys in these office BLs doing behind their desks on those computers? They never actually seem to be working at all. They’re like brochure stock art ads for boys on computers. 

I had to skip most of the humiliating stuff with the food in the car and whatever was going on because… aargh. 

They keep ordering food in this episode of nobody’s eating it. And it looks really good and I’m hungry and this is very upsetting to me. 

Lom is just totally jerking Nuea around. Just tell him what your relationship is with the bride. 

There’s no need to be so fucking coy about it. 

I love the flaming yelling fit from Nuea tho.  

It was also a good kiss. 

But that’s what we expect from a Mame. 

Mame giveth and mame taketh away. 

Somewhat dull episode frankly. Even with the kiss.

Sigh. What have I become?

Episode 3 - WHAT IS THIS? There is nothing about this episode that pleased me even a tiny bit. Except Noel’s hair. But that wasn’t part of the script. 

Buckle up, I got A LOT to say. 

It’s a pleasure to welcome you back to your normal and expected ABL meets Mame interface where... ABL LOSES THEIR TINY MIND. 

Right on schedule it feels like. 

Ready?

Oh who am I kidding, you sadists life for this shizz. And you can’t tell me you don’t. 

Lom is so frustrating. 

I wanna punch him too. Sing it, sister! 

Random water sports. (And not of the kind one might expect from Mame. Stop it. You know she would go there. She’d think it was edgy.) 

Peeps! 

We need a name for when a BL reviews itself. 

It keeps happening. 

Should you tell him everything? 

Yes. 

1000 times yes. 

I’m basically screaming it at the screen. 

TELL HIM!!!! 

You tricked him into a date without telling him a single thing about what’s actually going on. Are you insane? 

What the hell. 

You keep kissing him but he is planning your wedding. How fucked up are you? You monster 

A Mame show calling out its own exploitive sexism is so fucking awkward. 

Mame. Sweetheart. Snookums. Sugarbeans. Shaken-baccon. You don’t have enough fucking talent to go meta. Leave it to the better BLs to follow trends. Your shizz is old fashioned and that’s why people like it. Don’t try to be classy, it makes this whole shit show just look even more shabby. 

Poor baby. 

Now he’s doubting himself completely. 

What are these assholes doing to you? 

Come with me. 

I’m going to transport you to this other terrible BL trash watch happening right now, where there is a LOVELY adorable boy named Max and I think you would be perfect together. 

So it’s basically just Narnia-level closet cases we are dealing with here? 

THAT’S IT?

THAT’S THE EXCUSE FOR THIS LEVEL OF MANIPULATION?

WHAT IS GOING ON? 

Nuea is such a cutie.

I want to punch Lom all over again.   

Noel looks v pretty as a blond. 

The proposal sequence was unnecessary. But at least I don’t wanna punch anyone. 

THIS IS NOT AN EXCUSE for lying. For manipulation. For not understanding how you’re betraying another person’s faith in himself. 

Especially not if you’re in the position of power: social, cultural, employer. 

Why doesn’t Mame EVER understand this? 

You can’t have a character that is sincere and earnest in love and yet entirely lacking in all forms of integrity. 

This is driving me crazy. 

No one is in the show is as crazy as this show is making me.

I started this episode wanting to punch Lom, and I’m ending this episode wanting to punch Lom.

That’s a mame plot for ya. 

No character development at all, on any side of the screen. 

And someone, mostly me, is always left with a mad desire to punch something. 

Frankly, I kinda want to punch the screen.

Episode 4 - I Am Going to Start Drinking

I like consent especially when “no” is activated. But this being Mame she shoe horns it in and then the seme ignores it. 

It’s so awkward. She’s actually incapable of making any non-problematic tropes sexy. It’s like there is only one lane for her shows and that lane is...

the WORST 

My “Punch Lom in the face 2023” campaign continues.

I don’t see how he can ever become a sympathetic character. He just trundles along lying by omission (when speaking up would make everything better). I hate him. 

I’m glad we get to see Nuea suffering, now show Lom what he has done and make him lose the boy. 

No? No.

Instead Lom gets rewarded with sex for being a sleazy lying gutless jerk? Well terds to both you fine gentlemen. 

I mean, very gay of you, Nuea sweetie. 

“Because just SOOOO hot” being the #1 excuse in my personal “I slept with WHAT?” experience. (Heh, to be fair I’m often the WHAT? in that equation. I live to be someone’s bad mistake... just not Lom-level-bad. 

Where was I? 

Oh yeah, Gaga has the sex scene. FYI. Came outta nowhere, that sex scene did. Very disjointed... not that kind of joint. Not that kind either.

It’s not a particularly impressive sex scene, which is disappointing. Because WHY ELSE WOULD WE BE WATCHING?

I mean, if you’re going to have your characters (and by extension us) forfeit all integrity and taste in order to watch your stupid show, the least you could do is give us decent chemistry. 

I’m not saying this is worse than LITA but at least LITA was hot.

It wasn’t anything else. But it was hot.

This this is 

not hot. 

In conclusion: if Nuea’s baby bro doesnt’t punch Lom in the face next week I will have to start drinking on Weds...

oh wait!

BMF ends this Friday! I can switch to drinking mid week!

YES

(I have a new rule: only one BL a week is allowed to drive me to drink in any give rotation.) 

Imma preemptively point out that I am aware that bearding and lavender marriages are still quite common all over the world. I would whole heartedly support a good depiction of it. (Even one where it stays fix in the beard position.) This is NOT a good depiction. 

I shall draw your attention to 2017′s rarely discussed (not really BL) We Are Gamily out of... you guessed it... Taiwan. You can argue with me about this only AFTER you have watched that. 

Okay, back to the trash watch. 

Episode 5 - I Neglected to Drink and that was a Mistake

Ate a lot of crap traveling home today (feel gross) + tumblr new desktop UX has me pissed + Mame & alcohol? I’m not sure I’d survive. So no alcohol. 

Here we go. 

Poor Nuea feels so guilty. 

Please save me from ever feeling that way after sex. *shudder* 

Before you ask, to the best of my knowledge, I have never slept with a married person. I’ve slept with married people... married to each other mind you... but I hope that makes it clear everyone was consensual. (I recommend it, by the way. Being a unicorn is lots of fun.) 

Where was i? 

We were dealing with punching Lom not my misspent youth. 

(looks at calendar. wait, that was last month.) 

PUNCH LOM 2023! 

Queen! 

I love her.

It wasn’t a physical punch but a verbal one is almost as good. (And can be more damaging in the long run.) 

Could we please still have an actual punch?

Pretty please?

Mame punches her characters all the time. And no character ever deserved a punching more than Lom. 

I do wish there was a nice boy back home to scoop Nuea up. 

That line of boys wanting him, could we see it, not be told it? 

I do like the random sinshine hyung side couple. 

Omg. COLD MICKY D?! 

That might just be the most objectionable moment in this whole show. 

And that’s a tall order. 

Pun intended.

(straight, HA! pun not intended but still very much THERE) 

Was I pleased we got multiple characters who are just outright gay? Yes. 

But representation has not been one of Mame’s issues. 

I mean Tharn was one of the first openly gay seme leads in a Thai BL, and she also had rep for lube and condoms in that show. That’s not the issue with TharnType. Or Mame. 

Her issues tend to revolve around story structure and audience manipulation. 

Was I pleased that Nuea knew what was going on? Yes, I’m glad he’s not totally clueless. 

I still want Lom to be punched in the face and I’m still mad at this show. 

Episode 6 - Too hot to drink, still a Mistake

I finally figured out my real problem with Lom. It’s not that he was closeted and manipulative without good reason (although he is). It’s not that he lied and strung Nuea along for a lot longer than was necessary (because he did). It is that he basically does everything for himself and his own ends. Even when he’s confessing his love it comes off as flat because it isn’t about Nuea and what Nuea wants or needs, it’s about Lom wants.

Hanging a lampshade on it doesn’t make it right. 

It was good bridge kiss. And car kiss. And sex kisses. 

There is something corrupted grunge romantic asking the person you love most in the world to hide that love and climb back into the closet with you for the sake of your nasty arse family (is that a queer taboo, hum). I’m not saying lavender marriages are necessarily wrong, I’m just saying it’s an interesting plot twist in a BL. 

I think we HAVE to hold this up and examine it in stark contrast to the final ep of Bad Buddy. It’s interesting how the closet retreat didn’t bother me at all in BB, and I thought it was quite a clever and elegant ending twist. Whereas here it’s just annoying. It’s not making me as angry as it probably should. But it is annoying as a narrative conceit and denouement.

Can I ask a question.

 It’s not a serious question, of course. 

What is up with all of the shows this year having dates on lakes featuring that thing where you ride a funny little floaty-boat while being dragged behind a fast boat. I’m sure it has a name, but I could not care less. New sponsor? 

The sex scene was fine. But I have to say, I wish they had leaned into the fact that Lom is a virgin and Nuea has more experience. It would’ve been a really interesting dynamic to see honestly represented on screen.

In conclusion, Nuea is a saint and next week everything comes to a head that didn’t already get head this episode.

Episode 7 - Finally I’m drinking! 

I am having a tiki beverage this evening to round out this show. Coconut rum and mango popping Boba are involved. Don’t judge. I have the alcohol palate of a 7 year old. 

I’m ready! Let’s shave this beard!

And, well, that was a pink saturated drama of the mothers in law. Enjoyable lakorn style scenery chewing. The ladies seemed to be enjoying themselves.

Lom pretending to be sad and pitiful. Also funny. 

Using his evil against his mom is acceptable. Suddenly his manipulative lying ways are working in the right direction. 

Honestly? 

This was a fine ending, I’m not mad at it. 

They managed to keep Lom in character until the end, he remained deceitful.  I would never trust him, but clearly Nuea is willing to ride that dragon. 

I guess 7/10? 

If you can tolerate Mame and liars (kinda the same thing) you’ll be fine with this show. 

But, frankly? Lom as a character would sit better amongst the drama bananas of Only Friends.

In summation: 

A lackluster Mame offering with less of her usual stellar chemistry, but all of her usual manipulation. An innocent wedding planner falls haplessly and hopelessly in love with a groom who relentlessly pursues him, even though he’s about to marry someone else. 

(source) 

[silverbladexyz]

Hi<3 May I request Dazai Tecchou and Jouno coming home to their fem/gn s/o asleep on the couch cuz she was waiting for them but they forgot to tell her they’d be coming home late and they felt bad for it?<3

Hiii <333 this request is so cute!!! Sorry if this was a bit short!

The images do not belong to me. They belong to their original owners.

TW: Mentions of death

Dazai, Tecchou and Jouno coming home to their S/O asleep on the couch

Dazai:

-Dazai was going to take you out on a date later that night, but an emergency mission arose and it kept the whole Agency working their butts off trying to solve the case

-Everyone was so busy that your boyfriend unfortunately forgot to text you that he would be late. It was nearly midnight when he and Ranpo finally managed to solve the case and rescue everybody from the mission, and Dazai didn't waste another second hurrying home

-Apologies were spewing from his lips as he entered your shared house with him, but they quickly died down when he saw how deeply asleep you were on the couch. He then remembered how he was meant to take you out on a date that night, and guilt seized his chest when he also remembered that he forgot to text you about the case

-Dazai pushes his guilt away for the moment, and slowly lifts you up and carries you towards the bedroom. You involuntarily nuzzled deeper into his warmth, and his heart gave a flutter at that action. A small smile even slips onto his face watching your peaceful sleeping form

-He puts you in the bed and after changing into his pajamas, he slides in next to you and wraps his arms around you. Tomorrow, he’s definitely taking you out on that date, and he will make it extra fancy to apologise

-Writes into his notes to always text you if he had to stay back for something, because Dazai hates it when he lets you down

-The next morning, Dazai would apologise to you for not letting you know about the case, but then he’s going to tease you about how cute you looked that night. It’s the only time you’re allowed to full-on punch him (make it hurt please)

Tecchou:

-Being a Hunting Dog meant that missions popped up at unexpected times. And being the strongest Hunting Dog also meant being assigned on the most missions

-Tecchou isn’t really the type to forget to tell his s/o anything. Even when he might be in the middle of a fight, he would still whip out his phone and text you saying that he would return home late

-But let’s say that he was super duper busy on that day, with new missions popping up everywhere and loads of criminals to arrest and apprehend. In fact, he was so busy Jouno even commented that he barely heard Tecchou’s heartbeat that day

-After nearly getting burned, slashed to pieces, and crushed by a car, Tecchou was finally done for the day. He immediately hurried home because of how late it was, and when he entered the house, he saw you asleep on the couch

-He is confused on why you were sleeping on the couch, but he didn’t want to wake you. So Tecchou slowly lifted you into his arms and carried you bridal style to the bedroom, while pondering why you hadn’t just gone to bed already. After putting the blanket over you, he washed and changed, then slowly climbed into the bed

-The next morning, he asks you why you were sleeping on the couch and didn’t go to bed. When you reply with ‘because I was waiting for you!’, Tecchou blinks and ponders even more on why you were waiting for him. Educate him on why you would wait for him please 💗

-Tecchou definitely remembers to text you if he was coming home late, even if he was late by one second. Jouno is going crazy hearing Tecchou’s consistent typing on the phone lol

Jouno:

-I feel like Jouno would have to use voice messages and a lot of complicated stuff if he had to tell you that he would be late because being blind is quite tricky sometimes

-So when he was assigned a very big mission, Jouno internally hopes that you wouldn’t stay up waiting for him because even the authorities didn’t know how long this mission would take

-The mission was quite a tough one, with him having to question interrogate a lot of people, as well as searching out and fighting criminals. Jouno was exhausted and frankly just wanted to go home

-But no. There was something called paperwork, and he had to fill out sheet after sheet of it because of how large-scale the mission was. After filling in and completing a lot of paperwork, his hand was cramping and he was in a slightly bad mood

-Jouno was already going to rush out of the door when another last-minute misison came up. Luckily it was nothing he couldn’t handle, and he did overstay his welcome by taking his bad mood out on the criminals... they’re traumatised for life now

-It was past midnight when he arrived home, and he immediately hears your heartbeat close by. Jouno deduces that you did in fact stayed up waiting for him, and by your slow and steady breathing, he could tell that you were fast asleep for a few hours

-He actually smiles a little and carries you to the bedroom. Jouno doesn’t even bother with dinner and stuff (well he does wash and change at least) because he just wants to sleep with you in his arms. Your slow breathing and calm heartbeat immediately makes him fall asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow

-You bet that he’s going to be full-on teasing you tomorrow morning. Get back at him by teasing him about how late he was last night and how he didn’t tell you he shuts you up with a kiss later

@pixyys @pianotross @the-mourning-stars @nekokinax @i-just-like-goats @xxelfmamaxx @lakeside-paradise @yukitomybeloved @irethepotato @arisu-chan4646 @voyagewiththesatan @catzlivedforbsd

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i know you like old man yaoi but have you considered old woman yuri (i want bughawk to kiss and be in love)

Hello, Nonnie whose identity I do not know!!! Thanks for your request!!! This series is partially for you, but it's kind of a slow burn, so there won't be any kisses and lovey-dovey stuff for a little while :) ANYWAYS. Starting another new series (because I was bullied) Where (Fem) Buggy gets thrown overboard during a storm and Mihawk (also fem) rescues her and swims them to shore. Things are a little messy at first because Buggy is pretty sure Mihawk hates her, and Buggy hates Mihawk just as much, if not more, but they figure it out, eventually. Enjoy!

Title: Coexisting (But just barely)

Pairing: Fem!Bughawk Ch: 1/? (i'm so sorry.)

Rating: M (I'm just going to rate it that as a whole.)

Word count: 2178

Warnings: Crocodile. Near death experiences. Language.

Chapter excerpt:

“Don’t be a wimp.”

At what point do they actually start panicking and say enough is enough?  With a groan, Buggy makes a desperate attempt to get back to her feet and once she does manage to stand up straight, the very next moment, yet another wave hits the side of their ship, capsizing it.

Buggy never stood a chance. She’s dumped into the water and there’s nothing she can do, but sink while being engulfed by complete darkness. Is she really going to die because of Crocodile’s negligence? Man, this sucks. She should have never borrowed money from Crocodile. Maybe if she were a little wiser, then Cross Guild would have never become a thing, and she wouldn’t be seconds away from her dying.

Oh, they fucked up.

Buggy tried to warn Crocodile that there was a storm approaching earlier, and she thinks her exact response was, “I ain’t afraid of no rain.” Okay, yeah, neither is Buggy, but this is more than just a light drizzle. It’s stinging hail that keeps slashing at their faces, it’s howling winds that are strong enough to knock even the mighty Sir Crocodile herself over, It’s waves the size of Elbaf giants that, when they aren’t smashing against the sides of the boat and threatening to capsize it, are sending them high up in the air and then hurling them back down to earth, but Crocodile doesn’t seem to care about all that.

Buggy grips the rails to the ship tightly as more hail whips across her face, and there’s this nasty voice at the back of her head that keeps reminding her that if she lets go, she’s as good as dead. Right now she can barely see in front of her, but she still squints her eyes and tries to look at the giant figure at the helm, “Crocodile!” She screams over the raging wind, “Turn back.” This is insane.  Maybe in a different situation, she’d tell her to push through the storm like the other woman definitely wants to, but her gut is telling her there’s no way they’re going to make it through this monster, and they definitely can’t sit it out either.

The island they were just at is so close, yet…

Crocodile makes no effort to turn the ship around, and over all the noise, Buggy can faintly hear her yell back,“Quit being a wimp.”  she’s a wimp for wanting to live?! She groans as she finally comes to the realization that Crocodile isn’t going to listen to reason, at least not from her. She looks around for Mihawk, and she could have sworn that she was near Crocodile earlier, but now she’s nowhere to be found. “Hawkeye?” She calls out, concerned, because the last time she checked the only ones who hadn’t run inside the ship were the three of them, and she hadn’t heard Mihawk go inside, not that she can hear much right now anyways.

Buggy doesn’t receive an answer after calling Mihawk’s name, so she turns her attention back to Crocodile, who’s struggling to stand on her own two feet as the wind blows against her. “Crocodile, where’s Hawkeye?” She asks, but doesn’t get an answer from her either, Crocodile’s way too focused on trying to keep a grip on the ship’s wheel. Oh, this is just freaking great, Buggy thinks. The last thing they need right now is to lose one of their crewmates if you can even consider them a crew.

She looks over her shoulder, trying to see if she can see anything that might indicate that Mihawk’s still on the ship. Any little sign of life will do; Her hat, her coat, her sword, anything, but she can see none of those things. Did she fall off the ship? “Mihawk? Are you okay?” Now, there is a chance that Mihawk is somewhere on the ship and just can’t hear Buggy over the sounds of heavy rains and thunder, but there’s also the chance that she might have gone overboard during one of the several times the ship was thrown up in the air. “Crocodile, where’s Hawkeye?” She yells again, this time a little louder.

Crocodile hears her this time and briefly looks around her before replying in a rather indifferent voice, “Who knows?” She could at least act like she’s concerned for someone who’s her friend, or at least Buggy always assumed they were friends. Hell, Mihawk and Buggy hate each other, but Buggy’s still concerned about her safety. “What if she went overboard?” She asks, and if Crocodile were anyone but….well, Crocodile, then she’d probably be panic-stricken right now.

“That’s her own problem.”  

Oh, she’s a mad woman and she needs to be stopped because if she doesn’t care about Mihawk potentially going overboard, then she sure as hell won’t care about what happens to Buggy or the rest of the crew. Buggy takes a deep breath and inches her way towards Crocodile, “Crocodile, turn around!” she shouts.

Crocodile glances at her through wet bangs, which means she definitely heard her, but she doesn’t respond. Enough’s enough, Buggy thinks, hating herself for even letting things get this far. She shouldn’t have let her men leave the island. She should have kept them safe, but she didn’t. She was too scared to actually go against Crocodile, and now look at them.  Good God, this is insane.

Buggy doesn’t know what the game plan is, but she has to get Crocodile away from the helm.  She takes a deep breath and lets go of the only thing keeping her safe. She struggles to make it the few feet across the deck to where Crocodile is and almost loses her footing a few times, but she’s almost there. She doesn’t care what Crocodile does to her, she has to get a hold of the wheel, she has to turn back.

Buggy's fingertips just barely brush against the plush fabric of Crocodile’s coat when all of a sudden another monstrous wave slams into the side of their ship, damn near capsizing it for real this time. “Fuc--” She yelps as her feet slip from underneath her, and she goes sliding across the deck. No matter how hard she tries, she can’t stop, and she hits the deck, shoulder first and with a hard thud. Crocodile’s words repeat in her head as pain shoots up her shoulder.

'Don’t be a wimp.'

At what point do they actually start panicking and say enough is enough?  With a groan, Buggy makes a desperate attempt to get back to her feet and once she manages to stand up straight, the very next moment, yet another wave hits the side of their ship, capsizing it.

Buggy never stood a chance. She’s dumped into the water and there’s nothing she can do but sink while being engulfed by complete darkness. Is she really going to die because of Crocodile’s negligence? Man, this sucks. She should have never borrowed money from Crocodile. Maybe if she were a little wiser, then Cross Guild would have never become a thing and she wouldn’t be seconds away from dying.

Usually around this time, one of her men heroically jumps into the water to save her, but her poor men probably don’t even know what hit them. She rushed them inside to try to keep them away from the danger, but in the end, none of that mattered because the boat tipped over, and now devil fruit users and non-devil fruit users are all screwed.  

She tries not to breathe for as long as she can, but eventually, she can’t take the burn in her lungs and she has no other choice but to breathe in the ocean around her.  It’s agonizing, to say the least, and she knows, she fucking knows that she can’t swim, but she still tries to propel herself upward and try to save herself but to no avail. Buggy feels as useless as a piece of trash sinking to the bottom of the sea right now, and she hates it. She hates how every time she’s thrown into the water, she’s unable to move let alone swim because back in the day she used to be the best swimmer on her crew, well, second best.  

A wave of exhaustion also hits her to make matters worse, and she just wants to go to sleep. Maybe that’s what she should do. Maybe she should just stop struggling and accept her cruel fate. No one’s coming for her. Her men are probably confused and trying to get off the ship right about now, and if they don’t drown right away, surely the storm will sweep them away. This is all Crocodile’s fault, and she swears if she sees her in the afterlife she’s going to make her regret this bullshit. 

 

Something grabs Buggy by the waist just when she’s on the brink of going unconscious, but she can’t tell what’s got her. For all she knows it could be a sea king, and she’s not sure if she’d rather die from being eaten by a sea king or if she’d rather die from drowning, but it probably doesn’t matter anyways. Dead is dead.  She doesn’t fight whatever has her though, she just wants this nightmare to be over with. (Also, she hopes that the same thing that has her eats Crocodile too, if it is a sea king.) Much to her surprise though, whatever, or rather whoever has her starts pulling her up to the surface.  

This can't be real. She's sinking to the bottom of the sea, moments away from meeting an untimely end. She's not actually being rescued right now. That's impossible, who would even be able to see her and rescue her? This has to be some sort of delusion. This can't be real.

Rather quickly, though, the darkness surrounding her disappears, and before she has time to comprehend what’s going on, her head is reaching the surface and her lungs are burning as she gasps for air then proceeds to start coughing. Maybe this isn’t a delusion, or if it is, then Buggy doesn’t want to know the truth. As she tries to catch her breath, she looks up to see who rescued her and almost passes out.

“Hawkeye?” She calls out, weakly, still not convinced that she hasn’t died and gone to hell or something. It just doesn’t make sense for her to actually come to her aid, she hates her guts! But even if she did come to save her… How was she able to see in that cold abyss and find her?  Where did she even come from?

Mihawk stares at her with an unreadable expression on her face. She takes a moment to catch her own breath before looking away and finally muttering, “Oh, it’s you.”  

The words, 'Oh, it’s you.' echo throughout Buggy’s head, and a part of her wants to tell Hawkeye to drop her back into the ocean and let her drown for real this time because seriously? What does that mean? 'Oh, it’s you.' Who was she trying to rescue? Crocodile? “What’s that supposed to mean?” Buggy complains in a hoarse voice. She’s so close to Mihawk's face right now, that she could… she could just bite it off! Who cares if they both end up drowning after that?

“...I thought you were a little too light to be Crocodile.”

“Why don’t you drop me and go find her instead? “

Sometimes Buggy doesn’t quite understand why she does the things she does and, much to her horror, Mihawk does let go of her, and Buggy swears her life flashes before her eyes as she feels herself start to fall a little. She reaches out, quickly grabbing onto Mihawk and clinging to her. “Don’t! I was just kidding!” She whimpers, “I don’t wanna die.”

Mihawk sighs, “Then be quiet.” The annoyed tone in her voice kinda pisses Buggy off, and she really wants to say something, but this isn’t the time to be fighting with her. Their boat just capsized and now that Buggy’s gotten the chance to look around, she doesn’t see their ship or anyone else around for that matter, and she’s unsure if she’s the one who got swept away or if it was them. “What now?” Buggy asks.

Mihawk gives her a rather nonchalant reply, “We swim to the shore.”

”Are you crazy?” Buggy frowns, “We’ll drown before we make it ashore.”

“We’ll drown if we stay here and do nothing.”

Okay, that is very true, but it’s still storming and If the storm doesn’t get them, then the exhaustion or hypothermia will. They could be swimming for days before they actually reach land, and what happens if Mihawk gets tired or a bad cramp or something? That’s right, she’s going to drown. And do you know what happens if Mihawk drowns? Buggy drowns with her. “Maybe someone’s nearby and can rescue us.”

”In the middle of a storm like this?”

Okay, that’s a fair point. The only ones who were truly stupid enough to try and sail through a storm like this were them, and that obviously didn’t turn out well. Buggy groans, “Okay, but I still think that we need to get help!”

”We aren’t going to get help in the middle of the ocean.”

Buggy knows that she should just be happy and grateful that Mihawk saved her and that she’s still alive. Sure, she’s fatigued and freezing, but she’s still breathing and that has to count for something, but Mihawk really pisses her off.  Why does she always get to decide on what they do? Who died and made her king? She’s sick and tired of Crocodile and Mihawk doing whatever they want and bossing her around like she’s their henchman! 

[trans-queen-administrator]

One of my friends asked what some of my favorite moment in Worm are and I've narrowed it down to just a few but how am I supposed to choose between "they seem like good people" I lied, or the second lung fight with the caterpillar in the eye to win, or Taylor breaking out of the burning building Coil trapped her in, or her terrorizing people while drinking tea, or when Taylor tries to 1v1 Leviathan to save people and gets her back shattered, or when Rachel saves her afterwards, or when we learn Rachel carved the names of her dogs into the monument, or when Taylor almost kills Triumph with bees, or the Mannequin fight, or running through the streets to warn people about Shatterbird's scream, or the fridge, or cutting Noelle in half, or just how hopeless the Noelle fight seemed before that with Eidolon caught, or Eidolon and Glaistig Uaine's fight with Scion, or Phir Sé's time bomb engulfing Behemoth and just obliterating him only for Behemoth to keep going, or Chevalier's interlude where he goes out to fight Behemoth alone despite being injured, or String Theory, or the wards therapy interlude where Lily can't get over how Taylor's words are stuck in her head, or Labyrinth and Burnscar reuniting, or Legend looking at the lie detector after the meeting, or Taylor hovering over the ocean knowing she doesn't have the battery in her flight pack to get back, or Aster getting shot, or the oil rig fight when Taylor crawls back up as a monster after being cut in half, or the horror of Alec's interlude, or Bonesaw having a crisis because Contessa said like 4 words to her and oh hey that parallels with you needed worthy opponents I never noticed that, or Taylor telling Eidolon and Scion to fuck off and leave, or Scion's entire interlude, or Number Man's interlude when he thinks about what it means of powers if Jack Slash's loves how he does stuff, or Kevin Norton, or Taylor ruining the chili, or the cafeteria scene where she's outed but talks her way out, or maggots in his eyes monday, or her turning herself in, or her talk with Dinah when she realizes that there's a solid chance she becomes Coil and keeps Dinah around because it's useful, or her killing Coil, or her killing Alexandria and Tagg, or the Cauldron raid where she swings a death knife through a crowd to hit one guy, or her requesting Lung cauterize her arm, or when Piggot is kidnapped and she fucks up the Undersiders just by talking, or Taylor's attempt to become besties with the Simurgh, or the Simurgh singing a lullaby to Lisa and Taylor, or the tea party with Nilbog, Taylor, Jack, and Riley, or the moment she reunites with her team post-timeskip, or when Glenn shows her a video of her being horrifying and she only thinks about her passenger moving her in it, or when her passenger makes her choke on a cockroach to save her, or going shopping with Lisa for fun, or when she helps Rachel at the shelter, or when she goes home with Brian and meets Aisha, or when we see Dinah for the first time and it's fucked, or when Taylor has Amy fuck with her brain knowing she won't come back from it, or when Lisa finally opens up and tells Taylor about her trigger, or when Taylor goes blind, or when Clockblocker keeps asking her questions in the car ride to Echdina, or when Scapegoat takes her injuries and freaks out, or when Sundancer tears off her costume and walks through the portal after killing Noelle but the pavement is cooling around her because she'll never escape her power or what she just did, or Fortuna's interlude, or Rachel stepping into Khepri's range because she trusts her, or Lisa tearing into Taylor with words after she sees what happened, or the realization she can't read anymore, or the fight with Dragon where she thinks she killed her, or all of the fight with Scion where she's controlling thousands of people while her brain deteriorates, or "finally, everyone was working together," or the talk with Contessa at the very end? How am I supposed to choose?

[sofasoap]

Lastochka - Raging waves preview

Thanks to @siilvan and @gamergirlbones for bouncing the ideas with me. Thinking of making part two to my Lastochka series. it might lead to nowhere, or it might be discontinued if i get really stuck with how to proceed with the plot, but at the moment I just wanna share my ideas out. prob be lot more angst than the first series. this is just a preview, I might tidy it up later to make an official prologue.

pairing : Nikolai x F!reader + OC ( child ) + Taskforce 141.

warning : talk of injuries, gore, violence. Mature theme. minors DNI.

not proof read.

Door slammed open, Ghost spotted the tiny figure hiding in the dark corner of the wardrobe, clutching to a crochet doll tightly, while clamping her small hands over her mouth, body shaking and eyes wide with terror. 

“Anya.” 

“Uncle Simon!!” Ghost swung his gun quickly over his shoulder,  crouching down with open arms to catch the petite girl as she scrambles over piles of clothes and boxes, lunging herself at Simon, tears finally spilling over her fear infested orbs. 

“Shh. it's ok.” Ghost soothing the sobbing girl in his arms as he patted his niece on her back. That's when he noticed the red sticky substance. 

Blood. 

Ghost pulled Anya away from him, scanning her up and down, checking for any signs of injuries.

“Love, are you hurt? Did someone hurt you??Tell uncle Si…” 

“Anya!” 

Both of their heads turned, Nikolai storming up the staircase, followed closely by Price. Soap and Gaz emerged from the other rooms seconds later. 

“Papa!! Papa!!!” Arms out, little Anya burst into tears again as she cried for her father. Ghost immediately passed her into Nikolai’s embrace. Nikolai gave his daughter a tight hug, followed by kisses on her face. “Are you alright my little dove?”  checking over his daughter carefully “ Why have you got blood all over you?! Where is your Ma?” 

“Ma told me to be a good girl and hide in there,” pointing into the wardrobe, “and.. And.. there were so many scary men… hurting Ma… Ma told me to close my eyes….” the poor little girl, trying her best to recount the event, distressed. 

“Close your eyes, Mah bairn, remember that silly song uncle Johnny taught you? Just keep singing in and clutch onto me tight, ok?” 

Sounds of gunshot ringing throughout the house, Anya tried her hardest singing out loud, eyes closed, burning her head into your chest. 

Men yelling, sounds of you screaming as you break through waves of men trying to reach the two of you. 

One, two, three, four, five.  Shot after shot. Until you ran out of bullets. You pull the knife off some of the dead attack’s vest and slash the arm of the next attack as they try to grab you, and stabbing them right in the eyes.  Turning around, slashing the next enemy right in the throat, blood spraying out, covering both of you and your daughter. 

You made a quick run up the stairs as you saw the opening. Right into the spare room in the corner of the house where it is currently used as a storage room, full of stuff. You open the wardrobe and tuck Anya right in the corner. 

“Stay in here, and try not to make a sound, ok? No matter what happened.” The little girl covered her mouth, nodded her head furiously “Papa and uncle will come and save us soon. We will be ok.” Giving her one last kiss on the forehead, as if this might be the last time you lay your eyes on your most precious treasure in the world, you throw some clothes on top of her, shove some boxes in front before slamming the door shut. 

“I only heard some bad guys talking.. And… and.. Ma.. Ma she screamed. So loud. .. and I don’t know what happened…” Anya clutch onto Nikolai’s vest, shaking uncontrollably. 

Soap stares at his brother in law. Lip tightly pressed together. His tightly clench and shaking fist emitting his fury and anger. 

“House is clear. Apart from the dead bodies downstairs, there are no other signs of life…” Gaz whispered into Price’s ear, worry sipping out between his words. 

Nikolai was beyond furious. He thought he had his family kept safe. His two precious little birds in his safety.  With his reputation and connection with both sides of the world. Clearly someone who is daring enough and with someone who has larger and unknown backing try to threaten him. But.. who?

With that thought, all their mobile phones suddenly chimed. 

The five men look at each other, before carefully taking the phone out and checking the message. 

– The little bird is in the cage.  The countdown starts, before the little swallow breaks her wings forever.

Nikolai is seeing red.  crimson red.

Tag: @siilvan @gamergirlbones @nrdmssgs @preciouslittlecreature @homicidal-slvt @celshideout @froglights-and-pearls @liyanahelena

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[orbcube]

so far we have

(infodumping about my little elden ring characters) (vague spoilers in some of the screenshots)

aubergine the wretch who has no memories of her past . she woke up in a graveyard with nothing but a big club and a dream. she loves fighting and winning and smiling and grinning. and getting into trouble due to her hubris. she is very loyal to and cares deeply for the people she cares about. she will kill people she doesnt care about for any reason ever. quality + faith. my first most beloved character. my only pieces of backstory for her are that she died after getting like lost in the woods and living in a cave doing some Hatchet shit for a while until she got eaten by a bear or starved or something. she got the burn scar as a kid from sticking her face in a brazier just to see what would happen. shes the joker?

the pumpkin head stays on during sex. and also morgotts old nasty sideboob hoodie. and also radahns gloves and pants. and also the bloodhound fangs

sanglier the prisoner who my vague idea is that. shes from a rich family and was like a fantasy prestigious medical school dropout slash Muscle for the secret student unethical necromancy experiments club slash bodysnatcher. she got caught and went to fantasy torture dungeon prison and now shes here. i dont think this backstory makes much sense but whatever. she does death spells and blue beams and such. i dont have many good screenshots of her use your imagination. if elden ring had the fang boar helm she would be wearing it. but the skull is nice as well

billy the puppet. from saw. he dual wields vulgar militia saws. will break out the big pizza cutter for fun. blood stuff. poison gas. you know him

custard who i have already introduced

oleander the dancing grandma god hater running for mayor of the erdtree or whatever who i have already introduced. i think shes a libertarian. doesnt exist anymore because i got bored of the mod and uninstalled. rip grandma. she invented cigarettes and smoked too much and died

[rubiesintherough]

okay, i know i've talked about this stuff ad nauseum, but i'm doing replies with her right now and i'm having a ton of feelings, so let a sad bitch cry about her healer birb bby. this is gonna be a tough read, bc, well, her.

Just the fact that Mahia was 12 when everything went down. Just 12. Up until that point, she was a happy child. Had a loving family, if a little strict. Had her whole life laid out for her, was deep into her training to become a healer, just like many of the other Gifted kids in the village. It was what she wanted to do, had her heart set on it. She was having fun, running through the woods, splashing in streams, going to festivals in the village square, causing mischief with her younger brother, Danin. Just being, for all metrics on her world, a normal kid.

And then everything fell apart when her brother was killed by a wild animal, during a hunt gone wrong... his first out with their father, like an initiation. She'd seen him off that morning with the rest of the hunting party... and was the first to spot her father carrying his body home. And she couldn't cry. Wasn't allowed to. In her culture, crying for the dead is a disrespect. It's seen as basically spitting in the face of the Ancestors, their deities... as though implying that the person loved wasn't given enough time. Questioning the will and plans of the higher powers. 12 years old, she'd just lost her only sibling. Her best friend, and partner in childish crime. And she was punished for crying. Couldn't even outwardly mourn him.

And, then, only a few short months later --- while she was still silently grieving Danin --- the attack happened. And she watched friends, and neighbors, and family, get gunned down. Saw her home burning. Was rounded up with all the surviving children of the village and carted away in the dark, to another world. To the Lab. She watched the lifeless bodies of her friends wheeled past her every couple weeks, twisted and changed and only barely recognizable. And all the while, she was being stripped apart, too. Wings grafted on and organs removed, all without any form of anesthesia... she'd just pass out from the pain and wake up back in her holding cell, a little less human than when she'd been dragged from it, hours before. And just wondering, every time she heard those footsteps coming, if she was going to wake up this time. Or if it was her body that was going to be wheeled out, next.

And when she finally, 6 months of torture later, managed to escape the cell and stowaway on a ship... with a crew that were actually good people... she got brought back home, and was hoping against all odds that things would be okay. Maybe some of her family had, somehow survived. And ended up burying the charred remains of her own parents, and all others who died, on the edge of her village. It was a rushed job. She didn't have time to do any kind of required funeral rites for any of them, so she doesn't even know if her loved ones were allowed into the afterlife. Or if that's just another way she failed them.

And then got dropped off on Earth. Still a child. Still 12 years old. And had to fend for herself... nights in the cold, hungry, running from wild animals, learning how to fly with the wings she wanted so badly to cut off, hiding from everyone. Only to find out she was being chased by a group sent specifically after her by the Lab. To bring her back, dead or alive. Ended up killing one of them in a panic. A swing of her dagger --- pulled from the wreckage of her village --- slashing the Hunter's throat and she ran, and could hear him choking to death on blood behind her, and damn, if she can't still hear that awful sound sometimes. So, she took a life. Which was viewed as one of the worst crimes in her culture, self-defense or otherwise.

Truly believes she's been abandoned by the deities she prayed to her whole life, because she's so far from home, no longer fully human, and has taken a life... cut off from them. Cut off from any hope of seeing her family, again, if they were even allowed into the afterlife. But, she has to keep going. Because giving up or dying means letting her home's memory die. And it means letting those who took her apart win.

Mahia Emerga, who cannot allow herself to die, cannot live, cannot exist in the world she's always flying so far above. Hiding in forests, doing her best to heal others who need it, to atone for the damage she's done, and all her failures. She needs to survive, but sometimes she can't even tell if she's alive anymore.

[punchdrunkdoc]

Chapter 6

Summary: After the events of S3, Matt Murdock is trying to once again balance life as a lawyer and a vigilante. But he’s been scarred by loss and betrayal - will a mysterious new neighbour help him heal? Or will her secrets drag him back into the darkness?

Notes: This is a slow burn romance with an original female character, told in 3 parts. There is mystery, intrigue, action and angst - all the good stuff!

Also available on AO3 and Wattpad

Masterlist

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CHAPTER 6

Just over 24 hours later, Calina buckled the seatbelt across her lap and sank into the plush leather chair. “Can we afford this?” she asked, glancing around the small cabin of the luxurious private plane. 

Yelena peered at her over the top of the trashy magazine she was reading. “We’re flush right now, didn’t you hear? Anya found another one of Dreykov’s caches.”

“The stupid svoloch didn’t exactly hide his tracks,” Anya explained without looking up from her laptop or pausing the clack of her fingers across the keyboard. “He must have been so sure we would never betray him.”

“And his hubris, is our payday,” Yelena finished. “We’ve got enough to fund the next few ops, plus more to keep us all in the lifestyle we’ve never been accustomed to. You’ll be getting another bank deposit soon.”

“Thank you,” Calina replied. The money siphoned out of Dreykov’s scattered fortune equated to freedom for Calina. It gave her a safety net to pay her bills and indulge her new habit of online shopping while she figured out what she wanted to do with her life. Yes, the money was dirty as hell - obtained through blackmail, arms deals and all manner of other criminal deeds - but the Widows were owed it. They had bled and suffered and sacrificed to help create Dreykov’s empire.

It was a lifetime of backpay, and she felt zero compunction spending it. 

“Anya just needs to route it through a few dozen offshore accounts first. Then you can take your boring lawyer out for a boring meal to celebrate.”

Calina rolled her eyes at Yelena. “For the last time. He is not boring. And he’s not mine.”

He wasn’t hers. Not exactly. But he was…a friend. 

Maybe.

He’d asked her out for drinks last night. To meet his own friends. That had to mean something, didn’t it? His offer had sounded casual, but not insincere. He hadn’t just been asking out of politeness. Not when he’d said it standing close to her, with that beautiful smile on his face and his thumb brushing against her arm over and over…

“Earth to Calina,” Anya called, jerking her back to the present. 

“Huh? What?” 

“I said, who is the boring lawyer?” Anya asked. 

“He’s not boring!” Calina growled. The two women opposite her exchanged glances with each other before bursting out laughing. 

“Wow, I’ve never seen you so worked up before,” Anya remarked.

“Yes,” agreed Yelena. “It was always so annoying when we were kids. Nothing would rattle you.”

“But this lawyer does…” Anya said, fishing for details. She’d even closed her laptop - a rare occurrence. She hardly ever gave anyone her full attention. 

It made Calina talk - not about her growing feelings for Matthew. She didn’t fully understand those herself. But she shared everything she’d told Yelena in the coffee shop - all the subtle things she’d noticed about Matthew that didn’t add up. And a few more clues that she’d noticed in the last week. 

“He has scars. Quite a few of them.” His suits had hidden them from view, but up on the rooftop the other night, his arms - his beautifully sculpted, strong arms - had been bared. 

And they’d revealed another of his secrets. 

Maybe he thought she wouldn’t notice them in the dark of the rooftop. And to be fair, she hadn’t spotted the subtle, well-healed marks, despite spending long furtive moments gazing admiringly at his muscles. 

But when she’d run her fingers down his skin in the guise of stargazing, she’d felt the unmistakeable lines. “They felt like knife wounds. Deep slashes.”

“Wait, they felt like knife wounds?” Yelena spluttered. “What were you doing feeling his wounds? Or any part of him, for that matter. I thought I told you to be careful.”

“I was careful. It was completely innocent.”

Lie

She could feel her fingertips tingling, as if her body was trying to force the truth to the surface. 

But Yelena didn’t need to know how much that intimate, exhilarating, wonderful moment had changed her. Despite her teasing about dates, if she suspected that Calina was truly attracted to Matthew there was no telling what she would do to keep her ‘sister’ safe.

And if she knew how un-careful she was being in other ways, she would want to yank her out of New York and relocate her somewhere else - with a new backstory.

One she would actually stick to this time. 

Because Calina wasn’t being careful with her past. Or, rather, her made-up past. 

When she’d moved to New York, Anya had gifted her a new ID - and a new story. Calina Balashova, the Widow - the former spy, undercover operative and occasional assassin - became Calina Balashova, a small town girl who’d wasted her years at college partying, leaving her aimless and jobless, getting by on the inheritance left by her dearly departed uncle.  

It had seemed like the perfect cover at the time. A reasonable explanation for why a nearly 27 year old woman was still trying to figure her life out. And compared to some of her previous covers, it was so easy. 

No research required. No special skills. No disguises. 

But she was finding it really hard to stick to. 

Because she didn’t want to. 

She wanted to be herself. After all these years, she just wanted to be herself.

But she couldn’t tell any of this to the other Widows. Being herself - telling the truth about herself - put them all at risk. And if they thought she was a danger to them, they would put a stop to her little attempt at a life. 

Luckily, the Red Room had taught them all to lie very well. Even to each other. 

“I am being careful,” she reiterated to Yelena. “Don’t worry.”

Yelena nodded in acceptance. 

But Anya had more questions. “Tell me more about the way this guy moves.”

 ———

 They arrived in Seoul the following day, having flown through the night on the chartered plane.  

They headed to their hotel and settled into their suite. A very luxurious suite, which matched the luxurious plane. Apparently everything had been booked and organised under one of Yelena’s new aliases - a fake oligarch’s youngest daughter. Meaning that if anything went sideways, no one would find evidence of any Widows in South Korea. 

It also meant they got to travel and sleep in the style befitting a flighty, spoiled heiress and her equally flighty, equally spoiled friends. 

The three of them had changed on the plane into flashy designer gear and hitched a ride in a rented limo to the five star hotel. But not before sailing through the customs checks - Anya’s skill with fake identities was legendary.

She really was magic with her laptop. 

Right now, she was using said laptop to monitor the CCTV camera footage from the street outside the Ambassador’s residence. 

Yelena was checking inventory - the weapons they’d smuggled in, as well as the clothes and equipment needed for the Erin Brownly disguise. 

Calina was rewatching all the available footage Anya had managed to collect on her target. 

It was amazing the subconscious cues and signals that people could pick up about each other. The subtle mannerisms that defined a person, the subliminal messages that were transmitted, they all added up to a feeling of ‘rightness’ about a person. 

When something was off - when a subliminal cue jarred with known reality - a feeling of ‘wrongness’ would start to sink in. 

Which meant studying a person’s gait, speech patterns, accent - their whole way of being - was a process that needed to be thorough and precise.

She rewound the video clip of Erin Brownly dancing at a fundraising gala last year to assess it again.  Calina highly doubted she’d be called on to waltz during this mission, but every bit of information helped. How Erin held her shoulders; which foot she lead with, how evenly she distributed her weight to each leg, the way in which she tilted her head to laugh…it all built up a picture. 

A picture that needed to be good enough to fool even Erin’s own parents. 

She had the sudden notion that she would never be able to fool Matthew. He related to the world not through sight, but through other - more intangible - methods. Scent, sound, feel…things that she was starting to appreciate a lot more since meeting him. 

And things that were a lot harder to mimic. 

If he was as sensitive to those aspects of a person as she suspected…yeah, he would be impossible to mislead. He would-

“Are you ready for a mask test?”

Yelena’s question startled Calina out of her thoughts. 

What was she doing?

She couldn’t afford to be thinking about Matthew, not when a Widow’s freedom was on the line. She shook her head, as if to fling off the distracting thoughts. She wasn’t used to being so pre-occupied going into a mission. 

It felt dangerous. 

Reckless. 

She needed to forget about the handsome lawyer back home, and get her head in the game. 

Or she might just lose it.

 ———

 The size 9 shoes pinched her feet as Calina walked up to the electronic gate.

But Erin Brownly was a size 9, so Calina had to be as well. 

The towering stilettos were fitted with false heels, to shave an inch off Calina’s true height. The padding around her hips and breasts changed her normally willowy shape into more of an hourglass. And the photostatic veil gave her Erin’s face, right down to the summer tan and the freckles across her nose.  

The veil was Red Room tech, given to S.H.I.E.L.D. by Natasha Romanoff on her defection. It was a thin mesh of programmable, nano-sized holographic cells that could perfectly mimic the appearance of someone’s face. It also included a voice modifier that could precisely recreate a wide range of voices. It had been a game changer for Dreykov when it had been created - allowing for perfect infiltrations by more Widows across the world. 

But the tech couldn’t translate foreign languages. The engineers had tried to incorporate software to do just that, but it always resulted in the tiniest lag between mouth and voice. An infinitesimal delay…but enough to be detectable. So Widows like Calina - adept at multiple languages - were still in demand even after the tech was in use. 

“Annyeonghaseyo,” she said to the guard manning the entrance to the Ambassador’s residence. She chose to use the standard Korean greeting, rather than the more formal ‘Annyeonghasimnikka’. As a personal assistant, Erin Brownly ‘outranked’ the guards, so she wouldn’t speak overly respectfully to them. When the guard didn’t react in offence, she continued in the same speech form, “I’m here to get the Ambassador’s signatures on some documents.” She held up the leather file she carried and waited. 

This was the first test of her disguise: fooling these guards. They would have seen Erin Brownly - and spoken to her - many times in the past.  

As the guard radio-ed through to the main building, Calina stood at ease. She didn’t fidget - that habit had long since been beaten out of her. She didn’t hold her breath or bite her lip - Erin Brownly would have no reason to be anxious in this situation, so neither did Calina. She projected a relaxed, calm facade as she mentally recited the mantra that had gotten her through many a mission:

Trust your training. 

Trust your research. 

Trust your instincts.

She had prepared as well as she could for this mission. Yes, ideally, she would have liked more than just a few days, but this persona was relatively straight-forward. It was a quick in and out. Not a prolonged deep cover. 

It would be fine. 

Trust your training. 

Trust your research. 

Trust your instincts.

A few moments later, the guard nodded and hit the button to open the solid metal gate. 

First test: passed.

As the gate retracted, the house came into view and Calina felt like she’d been transported back to the past. It was a Hanok - a traditional Korean home, made of stone and clay, with a distinctive sloped tiled roof. She half expected a girl in a Hanbok, bearing ink and parchment, to walk through the bamboo-paper doors. 

Instead another guard emerged, dressed in a black suit, armed with a semi-automatic machine gun. 

Calina nodded to him as she passed, keeping her eye subtly trained on the gun in his hands. If there was any hint of trouble inside the building he, and the rest of the well-trained private security firm, would come running. And they wouldn’t hesitate to shoot. 

She felt decidedly under-armed in the face of so much fire power - carrying nothing but a thin blade, and a 9mm pistol stashed at the bottom of her handbag. 

Both of which were last resorts. 

She needed to get through this with her wits, not her weapons.

She just didn’t think she’d be needing those wits so soon. She’d taken a mere two steps into the main building when a figure appeared from behind a corner and called out an excited greeting, “Unnie!” 

Calina quickly cycled through the roster of faces from Yelena’s dossier, and recognised the girl as Park Eun-Bo, the house manager’s youngest daughter. An impish schoolgirl of only 13 years who lived in the residence with her mother. 

There hadn’t been much more information on the Park family, but Catalina could guess one thing: from the affectionate term Eun-Bo had used in greeting - Older Sister - she and Erin were close. She would need to be careful not to give herself away - children could often sense when someone wasn't acting themselves.

“Eun-Bo-ah,” Calina said, using the casual form of speech in reply. “How are you, today?,” she continued in the girl’s native language. 

“I got an A on my chemistry test today.”

“That’s excellent. Your mother must be happy.”

“She is. Unnie, did you get the tickets?”

Inside, Calina froze, her mind whirring as she decided on a suitable reply. But outwardly she remained calm, the same relaxed smile on her face. “Not yet, I’m afraid. Eun-bo I need to go see the Ambassador now - I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

A disappointed look crossed Eun-bo’s face, before she plastered on a smile. “Okay, Unnie,” she sighed, before heading back the way she came.

Second test: passed. 

Calina turned right, knowing from Yelena’s blueprints that the Ambassador’s study was down the corridor on in the next wing. Her heels clacked along the stone floor as she made her way to her destination. The sound was sure and steady - not a hint of hesitation in her steps. Her breathing was regular, her heart rate low, no sweat on her brow. 

She was in control. 

Calm.

She seemed to have gotten through that encounter with Eun-Bo with no problems - and if running into an innocent child was the worst of the hurdles today, this mission would be a cake-walk.

As she approached the study, there was no sign of Katya standing guard outside the door. Which meant the preferred plan A - in which she lured Katya away from the door to administer the antidote - was evidently off the table. 

So not such a cake-walk.

Plan B also involved some luring, but first she’d have to interact with the Ambassador - and convince the shrewd old diplomat that she was Erin Brownly, a woman he’d worked closely with for three years. 

Calina took a deep breath through her nose… 

Trust your training. 

Trust your research. 

Trust your instincts.

…and tapped on the wooden panelling of the door. 

 ———

 Calina stood in front of the large oak desk, hands loosely clasped in front of her, and watched the Ambassador sign the phoney documents. 

And she tried very hard to ignore the figure lurking in the corner of the room.

Katya.

She had noticed her as soon as she had entered, had flicked her eyes to her…but had seen no recognition on the other Widow's face. 

Her disguise was holding. 

The Ambassador didn’t seem to notice anything amiss either. He had gruffly greeted her then held out his hand imperiously for the papers. He’d skimmed them briefly then reached for his pen to sign. 

“Is the meeting arranged for tomorrow?” he asked in Japanese, head still bent over the papers. 

Anya had hacked into Erin Brownly’s computer, so Calina was ready with the answer. “Yes, sir," she replied in the same language. "The CEO of SK Holdings will see you at 3:30pm.”

“Good,” he replied, shuffling the pages together and handing them back. “I want the minutes of our last meeting for review, and find me the last five articles about the company published in the financial papers.”

“I’ll go see to that now.” She bowed to her ‘boss’ then turned to leave. 

As she passed Katya, she clutched the leather folder tightly in her hands, and dropped her gaze to the floor, almost scuttling out the door.

It was subtle - a two second hint of fear - but Widows were trained to spot the subtle. Katya would take the bait, she was sure of it.  She would come out to investigate why ‘Erin’ was behaving oddly. 

And Calina would be ready. 

She ducked into the empty room two doors down and quickly slipped out of her heels. She grabbed the small gas canister from her handbag and stepped to the side of the door to wait. Two seconds later, Katya’s footsteps could be heard as she strode down the corridor. Calina tracked the steps as they got closer…closer…then reached out and grabbed the Widow as she passed the open doorway, pulling her inside the room and raising the canister to her face. 

But before she could depress the trigger, Katya yanked out of her grip and spun away, knocking the antidote out of Calina’s hand and sending it flying across the room.

So much for quick and easy. 

It was on to Plan C: a fight. 

Calina didn’t hesitate; she crouched and dove at Katya’s midsection, propelling them both to the ground. She would usually have opted for a more elegant throw or a spin kick, but her movement was restricted by her pencil skirt. 

As Katya landed on her back, Calina drove her elbow into her throat. The move made her vulnerable to a counter-attack, but she needed to stop Katya calling out and alerting the guards. 

In response, Katya hammered her fist into Calina’s flank and the force knocked Calina onto her side. Katya rolled on top of Calina and backhanded her across the jaw. Then she went for her throat this time, wrapping both hands around her neck and squeezing. Calina tried to buck her off but she couldn’t get enough leverage in her tight skirt. 

Damn Erin Brownly and her taste in clothes. 

The hands squeezed tighter, but Calina kept her cool. She fumbled inside Katya’s suit jacket until she found her holster, trying to go for her gun. Katya felt the movement and let go of Calina’s neck. She reached for the gun herself, but Calina reared up and headbutted the other woman before she could unholster it.

Slightly dazed from the crack to the head, Katya stumbled to her feet. Calina drew both legs up and pushed off on her hands, kipping-up to her feet. The movement brought the two women close again - just as Calina wanted it. She couldn’t allow Katya to get enough distance to grab her weapon.

They fought each other in a flurry of punches and blocks - but were too evenly matched, neither woman managing to get the upper hand, despite the punishing blows. 

Until Katya got in a lucky kick to Calina’s left thigh, the impact knocking her back a foot…enough room to allow Katya to draw her gun. She aimed the weapon at Calina and rasped out a command, her voice broken and hoarse from the blow to the throat, “Tell me who you are.”

Calina raised her hands in the air, then slowly removed her wig and mask. “It’s me, Katya. It’s Calina.”

There was recognition in Katya’s eyes…but no emotion. 

No confusion, as to why another Widow was suddenly on her turf. 

No sign of remorse at trying to strangle her sister to death. 

No hint of any humanity in her cold, cold gaze. 

“Leave. Now,” Katya replied, and even her voice was different - barren of any inflection or feeling. 

So this is what it was like, Calina thought. 

Calina had been freed when the Red Room had fallen - one of a group of Widow’s all released from the mind control serum at once. So she had never seen it from the other side. Until now.

It was horrifying. 

Katya just wasn’t…there. 

Only a weapon remained. An emotionless, dead-eyed robot who had been given a task and would complete it - no matter what. 

Calina felt sick. And that roiling, vile sensation strengthened her resolve. She would free Katya from this, even if she died trying. 

Calina shifted her grip on her wig slightly, palming the thin knife that was concealed as a hair pin. Before Katya could squeeze the trigger, Calina flicked her wrist and the blade flew across the room to embed itself in the other woman’s hand. The gun clattered to the ground as Katya grasped the knife and pulled it free. Calina dove to the floor, reaching for the gun, but just as she wrapped her fingers around it, Katya stomped down on her hand, then rammed Calina’s own blade into the top of her shoulder. 

Calina gritted her teeth against the pain and clambered to her feet again, the gun still in her grip. “Stop, Katya,” she hissed. She raised the gun, using both hands to steady her aim. “It’s over.”

Katya said nothing, just stared with those dispassionate eyes.

Keeping the gun trained on the other Widow, Calina slowly stepped to the side until she reached the fallen antidote. The gun wavered slightly in her grip as she reached down to retrieve it, the pull of the knife in her shoulder affecting her control. Katya took advantage, launching across the room and tackling Calina to the floor. 

Calina grunted as the knife was driven further into her muscle and she swore she could feel it hit bone. Katya knocked the gun aside and drew her fist back ready to strike…but Calina got there first. 

She brought the gas canister up and pushed the trigger, spraying the red mist directly into Katya’s face.

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CHAPTER 7

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[hilarychuff]

fear street 1994 in my stranger things au graphic series 

When Robin hears about the so-called poolside slayings, she’s frankly not that surprised. It’s terrible, obviously. Horrific, really. But for Shadyside? Yeah, it’s not surprising. It seems like everything that can go wrong will in this town, and they can never go more than a few years without a serial killer or mass murderer or fucking fairytale freak like the Humpty Dumpty Killer reminding them that everything in Shadyside will always turn to shit. So when Billy Hargrove pulls on a pair of giant swim goggles and goes on a killing spree that ends with him shot dead with his knife still buried in Heather Holloway’s chest, well, it’s honestly sort of par for the course. At least the pool was about to close for the season with the school year starting anyway.

Still, everyone’s talking about it at school when Robin shows up the next day, both decorating Heather’s locker with pictures and notes and also dragging slashed CPR dummies through the hallways while cackling like a witch. Because yeah, apparently all those murders are the witch’s work. At least that’s what Steve says Dustin is saying when she meets up with him and Nancy at lunch. Things have been weird between the two of them since their breakup last year, but Steve’s new job as the assistant gym teacher after he graduated last year has them brokering a tentative peace, and when it comes to this, they’re on the same page: The witch did it.

Or, not really. They’re just joking. They don’t really buy into the whole we’re-all-fucking-doomed thing the same exact way Robin does, the same way Dustin fiercely believes that the witch is real. They’re just coping the same way everyone in this town seems to: by making it all one big joke. But at least they care. Deep down. The Sunnyvalers — the Sunnyvalers don’t even see any of them as real people. And they make that perfectly clear at the vigil for the victims Mayor Kline hosts before the big Shadyside-Sunnyvale game.

Robin doesn’t see any of that, though. She doesn’t hear the Sunnyvalers talking shit, doesn’t catch who threw the punch. No, Robin’s not on the field at all. Instead, she’s over by the bathrooms, lurking in the dark, waiting for Chrissy to show up so Robin can give her all of her stupid stuff back. She hadn’t been mad earlier, before the game, but when she’d seen Chrissy — when she’d seen Chrissy standing with her new boyfriend, the stupid football player’s hands all over Chrissy’s ass — her vision had gone red, and it had stayed that way, and it continues to stay that way as the sheriff breaks up the fighting, as Steve shepherds the Shadysiders back onto their bus, as Nancy whips everyone on the bus into a vengeful frenzy.

The haze only clears when the water cooler slips out of Robin’s hands and bounces off the windshield of Jason Carver’s car, sending him and his friends careening off the road and into the woods. Because Chrissy was in that car. And Robin had known that, had seen her sitting in the front passenger seat, and that had been part of what drove her anger hot enough to grab the water in the first place. She’d only wanted to piss Carver off, maybe get him to stop fucking following their bus all the way home. She’d meant to throw its contents, not the cooler itself, but when she loses her grip it’s almost like being doused in ice water herself, the burning rage from a moment ago extinguished in one panicked flash.

When Robin stumbles into the woods, it only takes a moment to follow the tracks and find the wreck, the car smashed against a rock with Carver and the other jocks still inside. It takes another moment, a longer moment to spot Chrissy, but then Robin sees her, in the dirt on her hands and knees, face pale and eyes far away, blood dripping from her nose and a gash on her temple.

After that, Robin thinks nothing in the world could tear her away from Chrissy. It doesn’t matter that they’ve broken up, that Chrissy is closeted, that she has a new boyfriend and a new life in Sunnyvale. Forget their fight, that Robin is a doomed Shadysider and Chrissy has literally moved out and moved on to better things. With Chrissy in the hospital, Robin is determined to make things right. Make this work. But it turns out, there is one thing that can stop her in her tracks: the stern voice of Laura Cunningham demanding that Robin stop calling, accusing her of ruining Chrissy’s life completely.

So Robin gives up, goes back to her life, accepts that it’s over. For real. At least until Carver shows up outside of her house wearing giant swim goggles and holding a knife. When he actually breaks into Steve’s house and starts cutting up his clothes, that means war, and before she knows it, Nancy and Steve and Dustin are waiting down the hall at the hospital while Robin goes to tell Chrissy to call her boyfriend off. Only when Carver shows up — when a knife suddenly juts out of his chest, blood dribbling out of his mouth — it becomes clear he really isn’t the one in the costume. Someone else is wearing it, someone else who wants them dead. Someone who looks suspiciously like Billy, the bullet hole still centered between his brows.

It doesn’t take long to realize that Chrissy is the one he’s after. That he’s not the only crazed killer after her. They’re all back, all of those claimed by the witch, and the curse is real, and the killers are determined to see Chrissy dead. Well, Robin’s not going to let that happen, and with Steve and Nancy and Dustin on their side, they’re all determined to get to the bottom of the mystery, to break the curse, to put the witch’s bones to rest. First, though — first, they’ll need to live long enough to do it.

ft. robin buckley as deena, chrissy cunningham as sam, jason carver as peter, nancy wheeler as kate, steve harrington as simon, dustin henderson as josh, heather holloway as heather, billy hargrove as ryan, eddie as martin, mayor kline as mayor goode

[kayssweetdreams]

The "Accidents" of Kaylo.

(A little lore behind Kaylo Crescendo)

The Lobotomy of 62

In 1962, Kaylo cheered up a little boy using her magic. While most of the time, this goes unnoticed, someone saw her spawning a 20 dollar bill out of thin air and using it to buy ice cream. When the man asked her how she did it, she played dumb and said she has no idea what he was talking about.

Later on in the night, she had made another trip to see the boy again, only to get kidnapped by that same man, who then handcuffed himself to her and wouldn't let her out until she taught him magic. Instead of being scared However, Kaylo just told the man that she could ruin his life in a week if he didn't let her go. The man scoffs at her threat until she cusses him out and flips him off.

The next week, Kaylo follows through with her threat, as the man ends up losing everything. He loses his respect in a very prestigious college due to talking to "thin air" and making him look like an idiot. (Monday) He then loses his job because of fake evidence that Kaylo planted of him sleeping with the dean's wife. (Tuesday) His car got wrecked by some local gangs because Kaylo payed them into doing it (even slashing the tires) (Wednesday). Then his house ends up burning to the ground after Kaylo tricks him into saying a spell that sets stuff ablaze. (Thursday)

When he finally rages at her and begins strangling her, Kaylo finally becomes visible in front of a police officer, who then get the handcuff off her, and get the man thrown in an insane asylum (Friday) once admitted in, Kaylo decides to make things even worse for him, by throwing her usual loud and insane parties in his padded cell, making the guards then think he was losing it (Saturday) Finally, he is scheduled for a Lobotomy. As he's dragged away, Kaylo appears one last time, stating she can make all of this seem like a horrible dream, if he agrees to never try and expose magic again. He refuses, stating that he will show that he was right one way or another.

The man then died, due to the Lobotomy going horribly wrong. (Sunday)

Things that the man lost in the week.

Monday: His Respect

Tuesday: His Job

Wednesday: His Car

Thursday: His House

Friday: His Freedom

Saturday: His Sanity

Sunday: His Life

The Buzzsaw Incident

In the early 90s and 2000s, Kaylo had a favorite game called: Human Walking. In which she got a bunch of people to unknowingly walk to their doom, only to avoid it a few seconds later. This game has progressively gotten more and more dangerous as the years go by.

One day, Kaylo has at least 147 people under her control, and she makes them do death defying stuff, from walking on powerlines, to navigating a heavy construction site. However, she then made them walk into a saw mill with a still running buzz saw. She attempts to make them stop or move out of the way, but the roar of the buzzsaw is too loud for anyone to hear her snapping her fingers.

You can probably guess what happens from here

[jaekaicx]

design hcs i (try to) follow when drawing the calamity trio:

marcy

round face

Face scars (in chronological order: eyebrow scar, scar across the bridge of their nose, and chin scar from all in)

tanner than in the show bc i said so

thick eyebrows

messy, wavy hair

flat nose

i try to make them a lil chubby but im bad at it

they can get a lil bit of muscle. just a little. as a treat

arrow graze & claw scars mostly around his shoulders & upper arms, plus miscellaneous battle scars. plenty of assorted scars from being possessed (port scars from getting plugged into the chair)

ALWAYS gets some form of gloves

hoodies hoodies hoodies

they dont cut their hair throughout amphibia so by the end of s3 its gotten pretty long. he keeps it long for a few months or so post-show, but eventually he cuts it short again

his ranger outfit always had shorts, what do you mean? /j

anne

face scars: forehead/eyebrow scar (top left, inspired by laf au anne), right chin scar, and left cheek scar

cracks appear at the ends of the last two scars post finale. they also show up at the ends of her fingers and feet, plus a few around her chest, neck, and chin

no major scars pre-canon, only various faded scratch marks from over the years thanks to domino

also slightly darker than in the show. sometimes. i think.

brown eyes w little specs of blue from her powers post canon

she did bouldering and tennis and muay thai and lived on a farm of course she has muscle

still on the lanky side

small cuts and scars across her arms & legs from amphibia wilderness (yk like grazing stray branches and thorns and stuff in the forest)

MUST give her the little hair squiggly

sasha

sharp chin. long-ish head

straight hair. also less banana colored. got it cut short, and light brown roots start showing around mid/post s3

give him short hair as much as possible, or whatever looks cool. anything to avoid his stupid canon ponytail

large nose, broke it sometime early s1 n its crooked now

narrower eyes

buff. why is this teenager so buff

heterochromia !! gray/blue and brown, with the specific sides depending on how i feel atm (lighter than anne & marcy’s shade of brown)

post-canon piercings: helix on left ear, lobe on right ear, and one on her right eyebrow

face scars: left eye slashed/burned from above the eyebrow to right above his lip (plus the iconic canon scar)

gets a glass eye after the fucked up eye heals a bit. goes from bandages to an eye patch and then the glass eye, but she still wears the eye patch sometimes just cause

lots of various battle scars, mainly littered around his limbs

slightly sunburnt by s3, very tanned

muscle shirts/tank tops, and/or cool jackets

some extra gen notes:

they all lost a bit of weight while in amphibia bc of the new bug diet

marcy especially after getting possessed by the core bc they never feed him or rest or anything. only the bare minimum to keep them alive

all three got a bit tanner after spending so much time in the sun in amphibia

pre-canon height hierarchy: sasha > anne > marcy

height hierarchy during the show: anne (she had a growth spurt) > sasha > marcy

post-canon height hierarchy: depends. anne is usually the tallest though

[sharksa-shivers]

Slash and Burn dialog dump cuz yeah lol, i wannaaaaaaaaaaaaa

If i've already spoiled Sharksty, ima just spoil this too but yeah, Slash and Burn like each other lol... Sooooooooo yeah... Tho they both don't wanna be the first to admit it and thus are waiting on the other to admit it...They're that kinda couple lmaoooooo... ---------- (We see this random seal anthro man sit down outside on a park bench, taking off his backpack, sitting tiredly. We see him relax for a moment…Until-)

Seal guy:(thinking, to himself, him talking outloud)…Man, i'm getting hungry…

Slash:(we move the camera to see him there, grins deviously and scaring the absolute shit out of this seal man)Yeah, me too.

(We see Slash lunge at him, the seal man going into panic mode, thinking Slash is aiming for him but then we cut and see Slash stole his backpack instead, the seal man still in sheer fear from that as he watches Slash fucking take off quickly.)

Slash:(running, satisfied with his loot)Thanks for the free shit man!!!!! Ahahahahaha!!!!!!! Fuckin sucker!!!!!!!!

Seal man:(calming down after a moment, now being alone again, fearful still, to himself)…Fuck it, yeah, you can have that, fuck…Goddamnit…Least he didn't get my wallet…

(We see a shadowy cat figure on the ground behind the bench, pickpocketing him as he says this, it obviously being Burn and her sliding his wallet out and into her hands, slinking away silently with a smirk on her face…) ---------

(Slash basically stealing from a human and it's one of the times he doesn't feel like he needs to intimidate so he tones the assholery down some)

Human rando:(scared shitless, pinned against the wall by Slash who's sitting down, blocking the way and sifting through his backpack, shivering and terrified by the like 8'7 shark man who's stealing his shit and eating it, pleeding)Please for the love of God, don't eat me, please fucking God don't…

Slash:(shuffling through, stopping as he's eating a bag of walnuts the guy had in his bag, Slash just looks over, turns towards the guy, chill as fuck, shrugging as he's munching on walnuts)Why would i ever want to eat a human? Like honestly? Let's be honest, you're mostly all bones, not really alot of meat and ON TOP OF THAT…Do i really look like a murderer to you?

Human rando:(looking at his slashed up face that's covered up by his hood)………Kinda, yeah…

Slash:(groans)Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, nah!!!!! (smirking, chomping on the walnuts still)I'm just a simple thief trying to get by hehehehe…Sorry it happened to be you but i gotta get by somehow…Which speaking of-(picking up the bag, having had enough of scaring this guy)Think i'll be seeing ya. Thanks for the stuff!!! Hopefully there's more useful shit in here!!! (starts walking off, leaving the guy on his own) ------------------ (Random dialog shit but probably earlier on when they start liking each other. Idfk context except they probs playing here…)

Burn:(just smirks, tail flicking as she lets go of Slash's hoodie and lets him drop to the ground, standing above him)You're fucking stupid…I like that in a man…

Slash:(just smirking back)You're kind of a bitch…And i like that in a woman… -------------------------------- (Slash and Burn fluff shit cuz i need it, fuck you lol)

(We see it's storming pretty heavily and Slash and Burn are both stuck in a very small underground area due to the storm. They're both trying to stay warm and keep dry while stuck in this very very small area together…Since it's small, they're pretty compounded together…We see Slash kicking back(him obviously being far more chill and shit with the weather vs Burn who's very much not happy about the storm oof)…Slash is kind of in his own mind whenever we see something moving in his hoodie, getting his attention.)

Slash:(alarmed)What the fuck???

Burn:(the movement was her as she proceeds to worm her way into sharing his hoodie, popping her head out of the neckhole of the hoodie, smirking up at him)Hiya, how ya doin?

Slash:(kind of annoyed)Can you maybe not????

Burn:(annoyed too, tail swishing as she lays on Slash, obviously not fucking moving from his hoodie lmao)Can you stop the storm so i don't have to be freezing sopping wet anymore? No? Then uhhhh…I'm not going anywhere…

Slash:(annoyed as fuck but begrudgingly accepting Burn's not leaving)God, you are a fucking pest…

Burn:(annoyed too)Quit crying, you feel cold too, this has to be fucking better then freezing.

Slash:(questioning)?????? The weather feels fine to me????? (gives up)Whatever, fine, ugh…Just…Don't stretch out the hoodie okay? It's like the best one I've been able to find that actually fucking fits.

Burn:(amused as she nuzzles in, obviously she's comfortable now regardless of if Slash is or not)Yeah yeah, i got it. (sitting quite for a moment before speaking, grinning)You like this though don't you? Annoying or not, i can tell you fucking like this…

Slash:(blushing a bit, annoyed though but more annoyed now, wrapping his arms around her and putting his chin on her head, trying to keep her from seeing the blush)……..Shut up, goddamnit… -------------------------- (Earlier on shiz between them both lol)

Burn:(sits a moment as she processes what happened a few minutes prior with Slash (Basically him threatening to eat somebody) she just sits there anxious now, looking at Slash who just seems content with the shit they both just managed to steal, decides to ask) …….Were you serious? Like…Have you actually ever done that before? Eaten people?

Slash:(he just smirks and says nothing)…….

Burn:(scared kind of now)….IS THAT A YES OR A NO????

Slash:(amused)It's a "i say that to fuck with people and intimidate them into giving me their shit" and a "No i don't fucking want to murder anyone, jesus, what is wrong with you?"

Burn:(just stares, calming down)………Well fuck, it works i guess cuz you scared the shit out of me saying that…

Slash:(laughing)Good!!!! That's the whole fucking point!!!!!!! ------------------------------ (Dirty joke lmao...Also yeahhhh, Slash is like this lmaooooooo)

Slash:(snickering)Nah, i don't eat people…(motions over at Burn who looks over blushing, laughing and loud)BUT I DO EAT PUSS-

Max:(cutting him off, looking at his phone)OKAY, THAT'S ENOUGH OF THIS SHIT!!!!!! Hey!!!! Look!!!!!! I tracked the thing we were looking for!!!!!!! ---------------------------

Slash:(sits a moment before smirking, joking)You know what else i could eat though????

Burn:(annoyed)How about my claws rippin your gillslits open?

Slash:(smirking)Ooooooo, kinky…~~ --------------------- (Early moment shit between em both)

Burn:(curious as she's getting to know Slash)So like…What's like…the craziest thing you've eaten?

Slash:(amused, glances over at her)Like…This week or like…?

Burn:(sits a moment, staring)……Yknow, i dunno if i want an answer to this question anymore…

Slash:(amused still as he empties his backpack)What? You think my answers gonna be a person or something? A corpse maybe? That what your afraid of?

Burn:(a bit anxious)I literally have no clue, i JUST met you like…what? 3, 4 days ago? And i can't fucking tell when your joking or not so????

Slash:(amused)Ahahahahah, see, that's the fun part though! You get to keep guessing, i just keep smiling and fucking with you…Like…Where'd the fun be if i didn't fuck around yknow?

Burn:(she just stares)…….

Slash:(he rolls his eyes, sighing but keeping the smirk)I've never hurt a person and i haven't defiled any corpses…That make ya feel better?

Burn:(raises an eyebrow, seemingly a bit of doubt in her eye)……….

Slash:(groans)Okay, okay………So MAYBEEEEEE i've stolen shit off of corpses…Maybe i've sold some shit i've found off sunken ships where people have died and are still resting, LIKE MAYBEEEEEEE i've done that, ALLEGEDLY…Don't drag my ass to prison for that shit i did like 6 years ago cuz i needed cash for clothes alright?

Burn:(staring)…I don't…Ok, you still didn't answer my first question… ----------------------------

(We see Kristy sitting outside with Slash who's smoking a cigarette)

Kristy:(questioning)Isn't it bad to smoke?

Slash:(lets out smoke, looking over, shrugs)I hear that but i dunno. Something something lung cancer? I've never been to a doctor so…

Kristy:(wide eyed)You've…NEVER BEEN to a doctor???

Slash:(nods)Yeah, that shits expensive, never had cash. See, things like that are…Luxuries that i don't have…BUT…(smirks)Cigarettes are luxuries i can get. And yknow, they help me not feel so stressed, they kill my appetite so i don't have to worry bout that kinda shit so i'm gonna keep doing it…(lets out more smoke)

Kristy:(questioning again)Does it…Actually help with that kinda stuff or…?

Slash:(looking over)I mean…I dunno bout other people but it helps me…Keeps me sane…Only so much of this kinda shit i can take. It's either the cigs and vapes orrrrrrrrr it's me fucking dying so…I got alot to be stressed about and hunger can drive a man fucking mad so i'll take whatever help i can fucking get…

Kristy:(thinking)…Do you ever think about quitting? I…You probably think i am annoying but like…It is bad for you to do that kinda stuff…

Slash:(sighs)I have, i know Burn hates me doing it too but like…I kinda need it so…Maybe if i had some damn stability of some sort i could quit but…I don't so…I dunno…Eh… --------------------- Lol, that's all for now (i adore these 2 lil trash goblins, i adoreeeeeeeee them...They really are cute together but also are just fun in general...) Also, with the last one, fun fact: Slash knows very very well about Burn's deathly awful fear of fire now so he'll do his best to smoke well well away from her and always makes sure to dunk the finshed up cigs in water so he's 100% sure they're out for Burn's paranoia's sake... He's a bit of a dumbass but Slash absolutely has a good heart at the end of the day, especially for Burn...

[pixel1678]

Almost forgot to mention from the patch notes, but yeah Larthetica (Meowscarada) lore exists now

(Tw for mentions of multiple cases of murder and a pokemon going feral)

So, Larthetica's old team belonged to a young trainer, with their name forgotten to time. He does remember, however, that the trainer had violet hair and scarlet eyes, and was a very kind yet unpredictable trainer. One second, they're relaxing in a picnic, and the next they're having one of the members of the team knock out a bunch of Orthworm! And speaking of the team...

Larthetica's team changed a lot, but a few things were consistent:

They would always have a shiny Revavroom named "Denali" that did all the grunt work: dealing with outbreaks, taking on wild Pokemon, always the front of the party

The team rarely had overlapping types, save for two Pokemon being Steel type

And most importantly to Larthetica, they were always used in the same team as a Ceruledge named Scarims. In fact, they're the Pokemon he knows the best, as they met right after the Bug gym, when he was still a Sprigatito! And because of this, they refused to stay apart.

There was a general team that the trainer used, however, and Larthetica knows this perfectly:

Denali the shiny Revavroom

Larthetica the Meowscarada

Scarims the Ceruledge

Tinkatonka the Tinkaton

Squomp the Gastrodon (West)

And most relevant here, Nightmare the Garchomp

Nightmare has always been weird. It always seemed WAY too big for a Garchomp, and the trainer even calls it an "Alpha" for some reason. But Larthetica prefers the term "Feral."

One day, while in the bottom of Area Zero, they were all relaxing, somehow out of their Pokeballs despite the lack of any picnic stuff. But suddenly... Nightmare was either hungry or down-right sadistic, and suddenly dashed at the trainer, ripping them to shreds. Tinkatonka noticed immediately and made some sort of warcry, bashing their hammer into a nearby crystal before attempting to use Play Rough. But Nightmare struck first, causing the ground to fracture under Tinkatonka, knocking her out, before she had a similar fate. Squomp finally noticed after Larthetica physically turned them around, and they tried to use Ice Beam. But, they got stabbed straight through their head by Nightmare, killing them instantly.

Denali, Larthetica, and Scarims all tried to run away, but a following Earthquake blocked them in, or at least stopped them fast enough for Nightmare to catch up. Denali tried to Iron Head them, but dashed straight into a Fire Blast, melting them with a painful screech. However, Scarims saw this as a chance, and unleashed a Close Combat, doing a ton of damage to them. Larthetica tried to follow up with Flower Trick, but a stray crystal cut the small line connecting his flower to his body, so it failed. And then, Nightmare unleashed a devastating Earthquake, knocking Larthetica down and throwing Scarims at him, hurting them both greatly.

Nightmare jumped over, prepared to slaughter both of them, but Scarims managed to slash at their neck using Bitter Blade, doing some good damage and causing them to barely miss Larthetica. Instead, Nightmare's claw landed directly into Scarims' heart, having them start to bleed out their soul energy. Larthetica, with a bunch of adrenaline coursing through their veins, managed to jab right into their cut throat, finally killing them after their rampage.

After the massacre, Scarims was hardly alive, hanging on through their undying will. Larthetica ran over, trying to help them, even getting their trainer's blood-covered bag and trying to use Max Potions and Revives and even trying to give them another Malicious Armor. But even after their efforts, Scarims was done for. Larthetica dug his head into their chest, once burning so hot, and felt them slowly cool down in his arms, Scarims' flame dying out with their life.

After this happened, Larthetica managed to get a Flying Taxi using the trainer's Rotom-Phone, trying to ask for help, but the Taxi got too scared and left, believing him to be the killer. Then, in a mix of fear, rage, and sadness, they grabbed the trainer's belongings and Scarims' armor that once housed their flaming body, then used one of the teleporters to get out of Area Zero.

After this, Larthetica disappeared from everything for a while, mourning the loss of everyone they cared for, as the Pokemon in the trainer's boxes got released, making sure he was completely alone. He still knows this spot, and treats it as his home; perhaps he keeps Scarims' armor tucked away. He learned English over there, teaching himself, and finally began going into the public, FAR away from Paldea. And somehow, he got a job at a high tech bar.

...this thing took an entire hour to make, but that's all. Nowadays, Larthetica has majorly suppressed these memories, but will still kill any Garchomp he sees. Perhaps one day, he'll truly move past the death of all his friends, and especially the end of the battle-ready spirit he cares for the most.