My Hero Academia/ Boku No Hero Academia Quirk:

She has a muscle abillity, allowing her a speed based quirk. Her abillity allows her to strengthen certian parts of her body for a certian amount of time. To start with she can only strengthen one limb at a time and when that happens the rest of her body gets lighter during the time her quirk is activated.

Meaning she can strengthen her leg when kicking off of various surfaces which gives her a great advantage in most terrains since she her preffered combat style is kicking off surfaces and picking up speed to attack, making her a great close ranged fighter. It took her a long time to train herself to switch her quirk off and on during mid air combat, for example strengthening her leg when kicking off a tree and then switching her quirk to her other leg to kick the opponent. She heavily prefers kicking over punches. Her abillity also can be used to raise her defence such as if a punch is aimed at her stomach, she can strengther her abdomen to try protect herself. However the weight switching is a disadvangtage when she is grounded, making it a little easier to blow her back, hence why she uses the terrain to her advantage, such as walls and trees to bounce off of and gain speed, since the weight switch also alows her to speed up as well as the propelling from kicking off a surface.

I mean, she can use her abillity quite alot, however it leads to her getting nose bleeds and blood dripping from her mouth since the room to breath and strain on her body can be kind of intense. However, like all quirks, she does have a limit, and if she isn't too careful she could cause herself alot of damage. She also has to be careful of whiplash, and to not hurt herself with the way she twists. So she has an abillity that has it's pro's and con's.

She can use her abillity to jump pretty high too, but without a surface to change her trajectory she doesn't have alot of options and it isn't so easy to reposition yourself midair.

She can reach incredibly high speeds, however.

But like I said, it's all control she needs to focus on, and she is at an disadvantage when using speed when it comes to slippery areas, such as ice and water.

Due to the speeds she can reach, that's why she wears a visor over her eyes so she doesn't get dirt/dust/particles in her eyes, also so her eyes don't dry out.

Hero name: Felixity (I know, I know. I'm lazy XD)

Why?: Because it is an inside joke. Since I have terrible luck, Felix is latin for luck, and ity is in reference to small amounts or little. XD (It's more just my streaming user and online name, but, you know ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (￣y▽￣)╭ Ohohoho.....)

P.s art's not mine🚫

( If I have used the artist's work without his permission, please warn me about it, I do not want to cause inconvenience to artists due to ignorance of the information )

Jujutsu Kaisen OC/ If I was in : NOTE STILL A DRAFT AND I NEED TO GO BACK AND ADD MORE DETAIL AND SHIZ, JUST IM LAZY AND ALL XD

A young forgien sorceror born with unaturally high, and therefore unstable, cursed energy.

Due to these high levels of cursed energy and certian aspects of her genetics, for a time she was rather sickly.

As a child, she unknowingly made a heavenly pact with herself, disableing her from accessing her the full capacity of her cursed energy except under certian conditions and circumstances, due to the fact the levels were so high it caused her alot of physical pain, made her sickly because her body wasn't able to handle the ungodly amount.

As an orphan, she never had a good connection with her families, past or present, not having had the best life. After being sought out by Jujutsu sorcerers of her country, since they could sense her from her high level of cursed energy, she joined them and began training.

Deciding they wanted to keep an eye on the situation in Japan, not wanted to get involved in a direct way, they decided to send her as an exchange student. They asked her to relay information to them on the situation in the most discreet of ways without letting the Japanese sorcerers catching on, since they might not take too kindly to that.

People tend to be confused by her residuals and when she is in close range, since you can sense her high levels of cursed energy, yet she doesn't use all that much in terms of battle.

It confuses her since she keeps getting asked things like 'Why do you use such little cursed energy' or, 'Why are you holding back' since she isn't aware of the full extent of her power because she wasn't aware of the hevanly pact she made.

She isn't fond of the idea of spying, yet she is still agree's to the task. She mostly agreed because she had always wanted to go to Japan, but also to learn new things/techniques from Japanese sorcerers who taught her teacher/principal (An old friend of Nanami's and Gojo's, he was a third year at the time in their school).

When she is in possession of more cursed energy under the circumstances, her eyes go fully black (Minus the green parts of her eyes). She has two thin scars from her the top half of her forehead spanning down her face (narrowly avoiding her eye). Across her shoulder she has a wide jagged scar reaching her collarbone and a bite mark scar.

She bruises easily, and some of the time has delayed reaction to pain. When she is getting serious, or genuinly angry in a fight she ties her hair in a loose bun. She is pretty easy to bribe, like even a single yen is enough, or a single candy. She'll pretty much do anything Yuji asks her since she trusts and has alot of respect for him. She has high energy in general and can wake up pretty quickly, she is a light sleeper. When she isn't being pro-active during the day, she get's rather sleepy. She regularly sneaks out at night (since she lives in the dorms) and explores at night. She isn't a fan of the idea of having to have a supervisor either, hence why she looks for trouble during the night where she won't have to be 'baby-sat'.

She doesn't hate Maki but she finds her hard to get along with, she also finds it a little hard to get along with Megumi to start with. It's more since they seem grumpy/sullen in her eyes, and that makes her find it hard to relate to them. She also is a little intimadated by Nobara until they talk and she realizes Nobara is actually pretty cool. She immediatly gets along with Itadori though. She also doesn't care about age based hirarchy. She is pale and burns incredibly easily and doesn't like the sun. Like, she full on hates the sun. She will do everything she can to avoid the sun, even if it means going a path that's 10x harder.

Knowledge: She is smarter than she looks in terms of battle strategy but isn't all too used to working with others to start with, so she tends to forget to actually say her plans aloud.

Besides her own Katana, she isn't all to aware of cursed objects, or tools. Her go to, when it comes to physical combat, is a roundhouse kick. She's rather decent with physical combat. Despite being sent to Japan, she has no clue on anything about Ryomen Sukuna, but pretends she does. Like when it was first mentioned, Itadori Yuji was the vessle of Sukuna, she basically was like 'Not Sukuna!' *insert gasp of shock* but internally she is kinda like 'Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, should I know who that is?' *Insert confused head tilt*

Domain Expansion: Veridian Trilogy

A rather difficult to pull off move and it causes her alot of mental strain in response, usually ending in her getting a nosebleed. She traps her target in a feild with higanbana (flower of death in Japan) a red moon over head and a nearby red stream of blood. A series of three major attacks follow (hence the trilogy). Her eyes go fully black, especially since she is granted a portion more of her cursed energy during domain expansion, not the full amount but an noticable amount more.

Healing: She is unable to use reversed curse techniques, however she does heal rather fast naturally, but that's only due to genetics, nothing to do with cursed energy.

Facts: Her hair isn't naturally black, it's actually brown.

She loves Japanese food, and can be easily coherced with it in order to complete tasks

She ignores a person or curses grade and will accept any mission she is given (Which, unknowingly tend to be higher grades since lower graded curses tend to be scared of her due to her cursed energy)

She tends to disregard levels, she doesn't care about things like the term 'Special grade' or 'Grade One/Special grade Sorcerer' and things like that, so she doesn't know or care what grade she is.

She is notorious for sneaking out at night, wether it be to find something to do, to excorsize wandering curses, exploring or annoying other students

She happened to be wearing a pair of cute panda earings the first time she met the other students, and Panda loved that lmao

Ok so add more to the beggining and full in studd and all lmao

Chapter One - The problem child

"Have you heard about the situation in Japan? Ryomen Sukuna has incarnated in a young boy."

"Do you think they're properly dealing with it?"

"Doubt it. Think about it, a high ranking cursed object such as that is bound to cause a smaller more densly populated country like Japan strife"

"Should we send help?"

"No, it's Japan's problem"

"But if let's say he fully re-incarnates. Then what?"

"If he leaves Japan--"

The conversation around the room went round and round as the group of older men and a couple woman grumbled amongst themselves. The air was tense

"We'd need to be prepared, or at least aware if that ever became a possibillity..."

"What would you propose then, High council?"

"... What if we send a student to keep an eye on the situation and report back to us periodically?"

The room turned to the man who spoke, eyebrows raised.

"Hibaraki, who would you suggest?" The high council leader murmered.

The Japanese-American sorcerer set his phone down on the table, sliding it over to the old man who stroaked his dry and yet somehow oily beard. The high council leader, Thoma Markson frowned, ring finger tapping rythimically against the table in thought.

"Are you sure she's the right candidate?" He murmered, coughing lightly whilst he lit another cigar. Hibaraki Morisuke nodded, chocolate brown eyes sharp as he mentally conveyed his seriousness.

"Isn't she the problem child, though?" The blonde haired woman frowned, eyebrows creased in dismay. She had a stern, and dissaproving look plastered to her face.

Hibaraki shook his head, trying not to flinch at the suggestion, "No, that was the other one. She's a good kid--"

"Making her Japan's problem could work in our favor" The other sorcerers ignored his words, causing him to sigh. As one of the younger members, they sometimes tended to speak over him and disregard his words.

"Or in theirs! I've heard of some of the things she's capable of!"

"But isn't she just a first year?"

"That's why I want to send her. I know a couple sorcerers that could help bring out the best in her." Hibaraki argued, clear and faithful in his decision.

"And you're willingly giving Japan a wepon, if she meet's your expectations?"

"Trust me. Her heart is in the right place."

Thoma Markson gazed at Hibaraki in wonder, noting the sincerity in his eyes and words.

"Very well, we'll discuss the matter. Expect a verdict in a day or two."

Hibaraki nodded, standing up from his spot at the table, bowing as he made his leave.

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Arms folded over my chest, I frowned at the council members. Finger tapping against the soft pale skin of my upper arm, the adults seemed rather uptight, survaying me with fevor.

I don't like this, I thought as my teacher and principal of the school I was enrolled to held out a file in my general direction.

"This is the boy you need to keep an eye on."

The council members were all high ranking sorcerers. Not the strongest, but the leaders of our country, none the less. Yet for some reason, this simple task rubbed me the wrong way.

"Pick up the file, child" The second in command, a sharp older man in his late thirties barked.

I don't like this at all.

Pushing up my glasses, behind the frames, green eyes flicked to the door for a moment, then down to the file infront of me. Eerily silent, I did nothing but breath.

In, and out.

In, and out.

In, and out.

The tension was palpable as one of the two women leant over to the sorcerer next to her, whispering, "Is this really the one we want to send?"

"Her cursed energy is scarily high, maybe Hibaraki thinks she's strong enough to handle this?" Her companion whispered back.

Hibaraki frowned, placing a hand on my shoulder as he nodded at the door, offering the members of the council an apologetic look.

"Give us a moment"

Finally picking up the file, I took it with me, begrudginly, following the man out the door and around a corner.

"What's wrong?"

".... You want to send me to be a spy. I don't like it." I let out a huff, green eyes narrowed.

"Not really a spy, more survalience. You only need to keep an eye on things and warn us if there is any danger to the rest of the world."

"Meaning, watch this boy until he explodes? It feels cruel. He's my age." I muttered. "Why do I have to watch him, anyway? He seems harmless."

"To be fair, you seem the same."

"....Touche"

"Well, he swallowed a special grade cursed object, and a dangerous cursed spirit re-incarnated within his body. The boy is supposedly in control, but if that changes..."

"...Well..." I still didn't like the idea of having to keep watch over some poor boy. "I'll do it. But only because I want to go to Japan."

Hibaraki laughed a shaky laugh, looking oddly relieved, "I figured you'd say that"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Don't worry about it. I'll book you the latest flight I can. In the meantime you can start getting your things packed."

Nodding, Hibaraki walked back to the room where the council awaited their verdict.

"Hibaraki, make sure she understands the importance of discression in this mission. Once she's gone, she'll be out of our hands."

"I know. Have a little faith in her. She's a good kid, just a little troubled"

"Well, I hope you havn't made us put our faith in a problem child"

Bowing, Hibaraki left the room, pulling out his phone.

The dial tone sounded, and a tired sounding voice sounded through the phone.

"Nanami-san, i'm sorry to wake you, but I have a favor to ask of you, could you put me in contact with Masamichi and Gojo?"

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Holding my phone in nimble small hands, I stared at the picture of the boy Hibaraki had sent me. I still thought the same as I had before.

He didn't seem all that dangerous.

Frowning, I sighed, gazing out the window at the ocean below. It's not that I missed home, it's more that I missed my teacher. Sure, Hibaraki was strict when he needed to be, but he was a good teacher with an honest mindset. A rarity in all fields of education.

He didn't always agree with how things were run, yet he treated me like an adult. My opinion and actions mattered to him in a way that it gave me validation, rather than him treating me like a child. He was a good teacher who found the balance inbetween.

Not too strict, not too soft.

"Well, if he belives this was a good idea... I'll trust him" I murmered softly to myself.

Running my tongue over my drying lips, I chewed on the peircing sticking through my tongue, lost in thought. I wasn't myself lately, not since I had gotten the news.

I had always wanted to go to Japan, and here I was. Moving to Japan and going to learn from some rumoredly strong sorcerers, I felt anxiety crawling up my spine.

I couldn't place it, where the anxiety was coming from, yet it prickled up my body like some kind of infestation. I was oddly alone all of a sudden, not that that was much of a change, but now, I was utterly all alone.

'Look, you don't have to get involved directly. It's just informing us on any incidents that happen. Otherwize you're there as a student.' Was Hibaraki's last reassuracnes to me.

Japanese sorcerers won't likely take kindly to this either if they find out, The thought made me shudder. For a more densly populated smaller country, it was likely their curses were different from American curses.

"Hmm, i'd love to see what it'd be like down in the red light district" I laughed to myself, trying to lighten my mood. It was as if I were having a bad preminition over and over again.

"This is the exchange student, Eliza lee, you're new fellow first year!" Gojo announced, a hand placed firmly on my shoulder. The black haired boy tensed, eyes narrowing.

Her cursed energy is strong, it's almost overwhelming, Megumi thought as he gazed at me in wonder. Nobara could also sense it, yet she didn't change her facial expression.

"Your cursed energy is odd" I murmered softly, gazing at the pink haired-boy.

"That's because Yuji swallowed one of Ryomen Sukuna's fingers, and it incarnated within him," Gojo explained cheerily, while the other first years shook their head in disgust. "So he's a vessel of ultimate desctruction!"

"Gojo!"

I have no clue who that is--

"Not Sukuna's finger!?!" I gasped, putting on a face of shock, while the ginger-brown haired girl nodded, hands on her hips in dissaproval.

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, should I know who that is?

I wondered, fighting the urge to tilt my head to one side in confusion.

"I like her already."

"You only like her because she has panda earings" Maki shook her head, eyes narrowed.

"Morisuke seemed to have a great deal of confidence in you" Nanami-san murmered. "At first I had my reservations, but Mori seemed rather deadset in his ideals.

YKMET Progress

I've been rather quiet about my work lately haven't I? Well, I'm happy to report that I've just finished the coded script for Strade's remix [ YKMET ]. This means that the game is basically functional- but of course there's still a lot of work to be done! I'm about to begin with the sketch placeholders for the art, and the art always takes the longest for my games.

The script came out a bit longer than I anticipated. I knew it was going to be somewhat larger, but the script is more than twice as long as Strade's original path already, and I haven't even put in any of the image coding. I still have some framework coding to be done as well, things that will be easier once I have some artwork in place [ like the CG gallery for example ].

I can't provide a release date this early in the process yet, but I hope to get the next phases done in around a year- but it really depends on how much art I'll ultimately need and how long it'll take to draw it all.

But in general, I feel like production is going very well :)

Suguru Geto Oneshot:

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Warnings? - Spoilers of season 2 of JJK (And the manga of that season), the ending gets a little bit spicy~⚠️

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Summary- As a fellow second year and close friend of Gojo and Geto's, you come back home after a mission to find you have a secret visitor...

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A.N: Hiya~

This was based off a dream I had, granted, I can't remeber the whole dream, so I couldn't make it as good as the dream was... However, I tried. Lmao. That, and the rest of the dream was... Anyway, umm, if you have requests for a charater, depending on who it is, or something, i'd be glad to try give you something good. Also if you want, give a scenario with your suggestion if you have one in mind. I am willing to do most types of fanfiction, though I might be a little reluctant to doing angst, but it's still on the table. Also side note, but I dislike how they animated him in the movie TvT But season 2 of Jujutsu Kaisen was such a nice art styleeeee, they really drew him well. Anyway, I appreciate you taking the time to read this, i'll do better next time, and i'm sorry Geto OOC, i've never written him before TvT.

Also, you both arn't togeather in this fanfic, you just have an unspoken love for one another.

Love,

Felixity_

❤️❤️❤️❤️

(～￣▽￣)～

(╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻

P.S: I stopped writing because I got embarressed and doubt anyone would want more of this, lmfao

Oneshot:

(E/C) orbs scrunched up in a mixture of fear and distaste at the sight infront of you.

The blood wasn't what reflected in the mirth of your soul, no, it was the images of how the blood came to stain the stage. Your body wouldn't allow itself to shiver.

As a Jujutsu Sorcerer, you thought you would be prepared for something like this.

You thought you could handle witnessing a sheer, utter carnage.

The way older people talked about their experiences never lived up to the heartless reality.

It... was terrifiying.

There wasn't even words to describe the feeling, witnessing, viewing it all go down, like some kind of sick horror film starring the love of your life.

Bits and pieces of human remains decorated the room, almost as if competeing to see what could be spread out more. Blood, or flesh. The remains danced togeather, the blood giving a innate light in contrast to how it had come to splay out.

Jolting, a hand slid its way onto your shoulder. Giving soft skin a light squeeze, Geto leaned forward, chest pressing against your back as he looked down at you with a smile.

"You doing alright there, (Y/N)?" He asked warmly, looking scarily unbothered by what had gone down. His sleeves drapped over you, almost doubling as a cloak as well as covering him. He felt warm, and his breathing was heavy, yet quick, as if he were... excited.

You only knew what had happened to the laid back sorcerer from tales spun by his partner.

Off on missions of your own, you had been late to hear about the strife caused when everything changed. When he had changed.

Changed.

His whole demeanor, everything about him, it all was so different, yet the still the same.

That made it all the harder to condem him for his actions, because deep down, it was too painful, too hard to see the monster that stood infront of you.

It's like you didn't want to taint the memory of the kind hearted sorcerer.

Human minds were so fickle, overworn with emotion and lies, to the point it felt better to blatently ignore the harsh reality, rather than accept the truth.

The cruel strings of fate pulled us togeather, no matter what treasonous crimes he committed, forcing you to sway and melt at his touch as if he were some imaginary god.

Swallowing the lump forming in your throat, it's like the whole world became dark, silent.

Watery eyes gazed up at Suguru Geto, bottom lip trembling.

Running his fingers through soft (H/C) hair, he offered a soft smile in the hopes of offering what comfort he could. To add to the silence, it only made time slow, all that existed was us.

You still remembered the day you had come back home to find the man infront of you perched upon the window cill of your once locked apartment.

He couldn't resist the temptation of saying good bye to the one person he had truely loved.

This was different, this meant something more to him than just bidding farewell.

Even after his explanation, opening up on his ideals, you still told him you'd come with him.

No.

You didn't agree with his mindset. If anything, it scared you beyond words. But this is what you did for love. You left everything behind, all to stick with him.

The only thing you brought with you were the clothes on your back. That and the desperate hope that one day, perhaps, you could bring him back home.

The real Suguru Geto.

Geto stared back into your eyes with his sleepy looking features almost glowing in this massacre of a hall. The feeling of his fingers winding into your hair almost made you melt in his arms. He was so warm, so very warm and comforting.

For a mass murderer.

"Come on, let's get away from the filth" He whispered softly, delicatly running his fingers down the expanse of your arm, slipping his hand into yours while Hanako and Mimiko skipped ahead of us. His hands were big, and felt rough, a little calloused at the palms. They envelloped your much smaller ones as you walked, his heavily layered clothing brushing against you as you made your way home.

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"(Y/N)," Geto lay on his side, head propped up by an arm. With his free hand, he gestured with a couple fingers, signalling for you to approach. Blinking, you tottered over, sitting down infront of him and crossing your legs. "Sweetheart, I'm glad you came with me."

A light blush spread across you cheeks at his words, sinking in and tugging at your heartstrings.

Sitting up, Geto hunched over, leaning forward and carressing your cheek. Forehead gently coming to rest against your own, your eyes locked uncomfortably, pulse racing.

"Why did you come?" Geto asked, cupping your cheeks as you gazed into eachothers eyes.

"Because..."

You had to think long and hard about the answer, unable to lie or look away from his magnatizing gaze. His long fluffy hair lay over his shoulder, swinging forward and brushing against your colarbone, illicting a shiver.

"......I didn't want to lose you."

He chuckled at the honesty, and yet his sharp eyes saw that it wasn't entirely the whole truth.

"I didn't want to lose you either, even if we don't agree on ideals," Geto looked past the eyes, and he stared your soul in the face, sending tremors through your body as you leaned into his touch. In a way, it pained Geto that you didn't agree. He didn't need to ask you to know that you didn't agree, he could sense it. He always had been gifted in terms of reading people, you in particular. Yet the fact you were still here anyway, and the fact the you knew you wern't strong enough to fight him was almost calming to him.

After all that he had done, you were there.

You.

You alone.

"I love you. You were one thing I didn't want to leave behind, not in a world as cruel and unforgiving as this," The bundled up man continued, carressing your cheek with this thumb, memorising the feeling of the soft plushy skin underneath. He spoke with a warmth, something deep within that made the whole day become lost in your mind as if this very moment, right here, right now, was all that would define him.

Define the man, not the murderer.

Lightly brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, he shifted his head slowely, cheek pressed against cheek as he lightly whispered in your ear, "I'm glad  we can see past our differences. I would have hated myself if I had to kill off the one part of myself I need."

Eyes widening at his words, Geto lightly placed feather soft kisses along your neck, being impossibly gentle. Clutching onto the fabric of his sleeves, your head tilted back, exposing your throat to him in both a gesture of love and a sign of submission.

In that very moment, you knew.

You knew there was no changing the passionate man back, there was no bringing him back.

There was only going forward, fate sealed by eachother.

"I love you too" The soft breathy words left your mouth as the soft wet muscle of Geto's tongue ran along your throat, up to your jawline.

The words 'I love you' had never been spoken by eaither party before, only spoken in the eyes of your daily lives involving eachother.

For the time you had known eachother, the secret infactuation had only grown more and more, every moment spent togeather being the next best day of your life.

It was almost funny they had finally been spoken, given the circumstances, yet the line between friends or lovers dissapeared as your lips pressed against one another.

The way his hands had met your waist, pulling you closer, and your arms wound around his neck, hands becoming lost in his hair, it was like this was all meant to happen.

Lips hugging, his surprisingly soft lips parted, tongue slipping out to carress your lips.

Shifting about underneath him, you were gently laid down onto your back, clinging to him as the cool floor made impact with your warm skin.

Cradelling you close, a soft gasp escaped your lips at the feeling of his hands running up your waist. Seizing the oppertunity, he filled the hot wet cavern of your mouth with his tongue.

Lightly moaning against the sensation of sensative flesh meeting flesh, his tongue brushed against yours, tasteing your whole being, rubbing against the slick of your inner cheeks.

i need a hero!

NSFW DREAM. I REPEAT, IF YOU DON’T WANT TO READ A NSFW THING, PLEASE DON’T READ!!!

Protect your innocence, if you have any. Well... I didn’t go into detail or anything, but still

Had a dream.... I work in Gotham w/ Batman and am part of the Justice league, right? And yk the line in the animated series where the sus line of ‘I’m the fastest man alive’ joke happens--

Welp, decided to test that theory in the closet on the watch tower and asked Black Canary (I love her, she’s so badass) to just set a timer on my phone giving her no context and to stop it when we came out? Dream me has confidence/rizz or smth apparently?!

Anyway. 4 times in the closet. (All i’m gonna say, if yk, yk.)

And then after, yk, he tries to persuade me to leave Gotham to live with him TvT

Bro, i’m so confused, and I can sense my ‘I’m about to simp for this mf’ senses sorta tingling. To be fair, I kinda do have a soft spot for 3 of the speedsters, so--

BUT I’m a Red hood/ Jason todd simp.

God damn these hot cartoon men TvT

Marry me-- TvT <3

final pieces for @jaytheredbird zine! did some merch for it too :>

OMG YESSSS-- I LOVE THIS <3 AND I MISSED YOU TOO!!! I HOPE YOU’RE DOING WELL!!!!! Also Nova, mi amore, you are king, dw, I view you as a love, not sibling XD

Ok, so you know the scene at the pharmacy, right? Nova's thoughts on me just picking him up bridal style and walking and carrying his a$$ away from the argument. XD

The mental image in just soo funny to me.

Nova's growing on me-- He is a cutie--

AND THE RED BRACES ARE SOO CUTE--

Also, how would he react if he was working and mc just wanders up quietly behind him and whispered in his ear, "Mi vida"

Also, if mc started 'secretly' (meaning tries to hide it but kinda sucks at hiding things. I mean when I lie I go bright red and can't stop smilling lmao) copying Spanish words he says occasionally and trying to learn off of him.

Also, i'm clingy af, so lolz XD So loads of attention for him <3 (THOUGH I SWEAR I STILL LOVE KETAMINE--)

Also, how would Nova react to mc viewing Pestilence as an older sibling figure?

Also does he like foxes? They're my fave animal!!

I'M SORRY-- IF YOU DON'T WANT TO ANSWER IT'S OK, I WROTE ALOT-- IT'S COMPLETELY UP TO YOU-- HAVE A LOVELY DAY AND TAKE CARE!!!

AND MAKE SURE TO TAKE BREAKS AND EAT AND SLEEP!!!! AND DRINK!!!!

AS ALWAYS, I LOVE YOUR ART AND THE GAME!!!!

YOU KNOW I ADORE LONG ASKS BABY I GOTCHU!! I MISSED YOU HOMIE! ANSWERS UNDER THE CUT

-he would be kinda surprised, but pleasantly! however he’d ask if you need your meds out of concern—

-if mc did so, he’d smile and kiss their cheek like “yeah, that’s you!” he’d be hella excited that they wanna learn and copy his spanish, would be more than happy to teach them!

-he would be a little pissed off that mc finds pestilence to be a close figure to them, but as long as it’s just a familial bond and goes no further he can manage. however he would be slightly concerned since he’s pesti’s twin and would question if they ALSO saw him as an older brother figure-

-he likes foxes! one of his fave animals

This man is fine af-- And the artstyle is *chefs kiss*

in search of humanity’s increasing depravity 

Awwww, cute little tourtured souls TvT

the friend group

Classmate: That's what your dad said to me last night!

Pestilence: Oh no

MC: *Inhale* Call the police, we have a necrophile on here!

“necrophilia isn’t cool, dude! totally not radical.”

“mc please-“

Recently I have finished reading TINR，actually I kind of liked the AU which Sid got strade pendant……very sensual …………

I did a Lovejoy mini cover TvT

Boyfriend to Death 2: Fresh Blood Fanfic [Authors Note: I'm not the owner of the Boyfriend to Death series, I just really like the games and lately Ren has kind of been a comfort character, especially since life is kind of really bad and shitty right now. If you know the games, then you will know all the warnings. This is just a self insert fic I'm writing for myself to help get through a tough time and to try distract myself from real life issues. So, please, no judgement in this, ok. Just how I'd react in this (fictional) situation. I do not condone kidnapping, murder and so on, this is just a work of fiction. Also, I kind of feel like Ren would have a voice similar to Len Kagemine (for reference to what I mean, like his voice in 【鏡音レン君feat.女子】＋♂【オリジナル】but like the lower part of the 'PIPIPI'  if that makes sense) ]

*/*/*/*/*/*/*/~Chapter One~*/*/*/*/*/*/*/ Going to a bar was not my usual way to spend my Friday nights, but what else did I really have going for me, and bars were good places to meet people, right? * I'd spent my whole walk home debating what to do. I needed to get out of the house, and the Wi-Fi was supposed to go down later on tonight, something about something or other, or so says my landlord. That left me with little entertainment, and I really wasn't in the mood to do any more writing. So, I figured, "Why not hang out in a bar, make some friends?!" I mean, what better way to meet people than when they're shitfaced and (hopefully) a bit more sociable. What's the worst that could happen? My body was slumped and my feet were dragging. A pathetic sob slipped past parted lips and a rather visible pout hung on my face, like how you hung a painting on a wall. My stupid job had me swamped, today's trainwreck of a day hadn't gone over too well. Too many Karen's visiting, I groaned, rubbing my aching body, fumbling with my keys. Work was tiring, life was stressful and I was too out of myself to even attempt to continue my book. I mean, heck, I tripped just trying to get through my apartment door. I was exhausted and just wanted to wind down and have a good time before I had to go back on Monday and do it all over again. Kicking the door open, then shut, I threw my keys on the nearest piece of furniture, and flopped down on my little, uncomfortable sofa. "Home sweet home" I groaned into the pillow I had shoved my face in. It was rather lonely and empty in the little, yet sufficient apartment's. I had considered looking for a roommate, but it was hard to tell how to go about it. If I wrote in the news paper about it, who knows what kind of creep could turn up, and that cost an unnecessary amount of money to do. I would have gotten a dog, but the rules strictly were not pets. The way that my landlord liked to pop in unannounced at random made it impossible to find any roundabouts or cut throughs. "Stupid bitch has something agaisnt me, or s'mth'n" Peering up, I shook myself out half heartedly, streatching until I felt my bones crackle and pop. Something shiny on the little round coffee table caught my eye as I tried to think cheeryer thoughts. Ever since I moved here, I'd kind of lost contact with my old friends, and it's not like I had any family. Then there was my job, my workmates were a little too serious to hang out with, and the neighbours were always arguing and glaring at the whole world. So, I was pretty much alone... .... Ok, so I was more like 60% alone. 90%. Entirely. A month, I've been here a whole damn month and I have no friends, I sobbed, pulling my body across the couch, arms dangling over the side while I moped. Flicking a hand forward, I snatched up my phone from the coffee table. Turning it on, I made a mental note to remember to not leave it there next time. I always forgot it when I put it there, and today was no exception. Because of that little mistake I went without food today, and it just so happened to be a very busy work day, figures with my luck. The only physical money I had was a few fifties I stored in my phone case, and my stomach was howling. I wasn't a breakfast person, so I hadn't eaten at all today, and my stomach was screaming at me to hurry up and heed it's calling. Scrolling through my phone, I tried to look for somewhere relaxing to go, but not too relaxed. It wasn't really my usual style to go out to bars, I actually prefered to stay home and relax, but today felt different. I'd never actually been to one before. Aaaaand as much as I hated to admit it, I was lonely, I wanted real people company. Even if I didn't meet anyone, it wouldn't hurt to get a little drunk, I mean, it's not like I had work tommorrow. Pulling up a list of 'local watering holes' I weighed up my options. "Cafe Royale, sounds too high class for me, Route 66 sound kind of cool, but more like I'd get beat up or robbed based on reviews..." I huffed a sigh, and kept scrolling. "Oh god, Jazz bar's defiantly ain't my vibe..." Even the name, Snapdragon Jazz lounge, sounded wayyy out of my league. After a little debate, I scrolled back up to the top 3, eyeing The Jackalope. "Open 4 pm - 2 am, it's got good enough reviews, and I don't care too much if the food is greasy, at this point i'll take anything" I sat up, feeling better and better about this place. Peeling off my work clothes, I rushed to take a nice shower, and threw on my favourite clothes. A black button up with wavey white marble like stripes running up the fabric and a pair of black ripped jeans. Sure, it wasn't fancy-fancy, but it looked good and was comfortable. Snatching up my phone, I pulled up directions, adding an excited bounce in my step. Practically jumping down the stairs with a newfound energy. I'd miss every few steps, only just managing to (somehow) not go crashing down the slightly uneven vertical plain. It sucked, but the shitty elevator was broken. Again. Meaning four flights of stairs and multiple bruises for me every day, as well as a 12 minute walk to work since I couldn't drive. Well, that's one way to get my steps in. Literally, I laughed to myself, hurrying out the door. I didn't like living so high up, I had a slight distaste (or the fancy way of saying fear) for heights. After a couple wrong turns and shady passbyers, I winally made my way up to the bar. It was rather empty inside, but the interior was appealing and cozy. Making a beeline for the bar, I swiftly ordered a Strawberry Vodka and a bit of the cheapest food they had that would actually taste nice. All the bartender could really suggest were fries and a burger (Though he did grimace and whisper a warning about the mess). No matter how hungry I was, I ate neatly and slow. I always was a neat eater, even more so in public. Most of the patrons finished up rather quickly, and the bar was mostly deserted. The mixture of warm, dim lights and soft music playing in the background lulled me into an airy state, and I could feel my head tipping along with the fuzzy warmth the alchohol gave me. After several hours, I opened my eyes, blinking away the sleep. My face almost stuck to the bar as I pulled myself upward, mouth warm. "Oh god, did I fall asleep?" I mumbled to myself, gazing about whilst I streatched. The bar was practically empty, except one lone guy, sitting idily at a far away table by himself. I couldn't even see the bar tender. Flipping my phone upward, I was dissapointed by the red flash indicating 'Dead battery'. Glancing back at the seemingly gentle blonde, I wandered over, "Umm, excuse me?" The young man seemed rather distracted, and a bit jumpy as he turned his gaze up from the table towards me, "Err, y-yes?" "Sorry to disturb you, but umm, do you have the time by anychance?" I held up my dead phone up sheepishly. He hesitated with his response, glancing at the table, then at another corner of the room. "Uhh, yeah, the bar's closing in 15 minuets" "Oh, geez, thank you" I laughed nurvously. This guy seems kinda' unsettled, I thought, wondering if I should back off. Maybe he isn't a people person? "Are you ok? I asked him, changing my stance so that he knew I could leave with a word if he wanted me to. The last thing i'd want to do is make anyone uncomfortable. "Oh, umm... yeah... i'm just waiting for-- a friend" He said in a rather broken, nurvous sentence, avoiding eye contact. Nodding, I wondered again if I should leave him alone, when his friend appeared. He was only about 2 inches shorter than me, and he seemed rather spritely, sporting a cheerful grin. The red-head was actually rather cute, I couldn't help but blush. On each of his cheeks lay a curious crimson triangle, only adding to his appeal and mystery. But it wasn't just that, it was his smile, it was infectious. "Hey Law--" He cut himself off, gazing at me, a sharp flash of panic lasting not even a second appeared in his face. As quick as it had come, it was gone so soon, I wondered if I had imagined it. "Oh, who's your friend?" Trying not to seem akward, or stare too much, I mustered a friendly smile, "U-umm, sorry to bother you, I was just asking the time, I can leave--" The small man grinned, "No, no, it's alright, my name is Ren, it's nice to meet you!" I had to physically stop myself from sighing in relief, I was interested in a conversation with the attractive young man. "I'm Eliza lee, it's lovely to meet you as well" I smiled, holding out my hand, to which the ginger shook it with a firm, yet gentle handshake. His hands were soft. When he let go, he stared up at his tall friend, Lawerence, and the pair said nothing for awhile. Tilting my head to oneside, I wondered if I was coming into the middle of something, "You all right, Ren? I can leave if i'm disturbing you--" Shaking his head, Ren cntinued to keep his lips in an their inviting, friendly curve, "No, no! It's quite alright, everything's great! Let me get us a round before the bar closes" I didn't have a chance to respond, because before I could even open my mouth, he was already trotting over to the bar, humming to himself cheerfully. Throwing me a quick glance, Lawerence quickly skuttered off, shadowing his friend. Cocking my head to one side, I sat down and watched them. Or, well, more Ren. I noticed he had a few scars, they actualy looked rather cool. Wandering into my mind, I missed the fact that it kind of looked lke they were arguing. When they returned, all trace of their past conflict was gone, and I was oblivious to what was going on. Setting the drinks down, Lawerence attempted a more confident smile. Offering a smile back at him, I gazed down at my dappled reflection in the (what I assumed to be) rum. Tracing a finger idily around the rim of the glass, Ren held his drink up. "Cheers" Echoing him, something felt... odd. The longer I stared into my drink, the more my gut wrenched, instincts screeching at me. Now, I wasn't someone who assumed the worst in others, no, I liked to believe each person was good in their own way and I hated making negative assumptions. But something was wrong. Really, really wrong. Was it perhaps the incredibly faint sweet smell I could detect in the drink infront of me. It was incredibly faint, almost unnocitable, but with alcohol, I was a bit of an expert, and I took care in noticing when something was wrong when I was going to ingest something. Nonchalantly, I reached over, claiming Lawerence's drink as my own, carefully sliding my own over to him in a sort of trade all while the pair stared at me, flabbergasted. Rum and coke, I noted, setting the now empty glass down, flashing an awkward half smile- blush mess. Oh god, why did I do that?!-- However, I noticed that Lawrence didn't touch the drink that formerly was mine. Ren stode up, looking rather antsy as fidget about. It's getting late, and the bar's closing up now," Ren ffered. "I'm... going to leave now" Lawerence looked panicked, staring at his friend as if he'd grown two heads. "You're leaving?!" He gasped in disbelief. Shrugging, Ren avoided eyecontact, making a hasty retreat through the door after throwing a soft "S-sorry" our way. Dashing after him, Lawerence, at a hulking 6'2 was surprisingly fast, dissapearing outside without a trace. Frowning, I internally cursed, wishing I had asked the curious short man for his number. "Damn, so much for making friends..." I let out a breathy sigh, placing a rather generous tip on our table before leaving the bar. The fresh, crisp cold air hit me like a brick wall, flooding my sences. It was cold and stung my nose, but I liked it that way. I loved the cold air of the night, it was so refreshing and made you allert and awake. Nearby, the road was surprisingly busy for the time of the morning that it was. Jumping, I felt a sort, sharp tap on my shoulder, yelping in surprise. "Jeez, Lawerence, you coulda' given me a heartattack" I teased, despite clutching my pounding heart. Lawerence struggled for words as he stared rather darkly at me, unblinking. "...Ren's path.... split from mine" Glancing at him confused, I said nothing, hoping he would elaborate. Or was he just drunk? "Well, he probably just went home" I tried to reassure the mysterious giant, still kind of lost in this conversation. I was tensing up, feeling something was severly wrong. Lawerence was actng funny, and the thought of the drinks made me feel even worse. Maybe i'm just imagining-- Eyes widening, I was dropping into a duck before I could even register what was happeing. My body had moved purely on instinct, and I managed to avoid most of the blow that lined up with my head. I wasn't quick enough to avoid it entirely, and the sharp thwack that reverberated off of my skull made my ears rings while I stumbled backwards. "Shit--" Cursing through clenched teeth, I spun on my heel, trying not to wobble from the booze, dashing into the nearbye allyway, panting hard. Skidding to a halt, my body slammed into the brick wall, sliding down onto the dirty floor, clutching my throbbing head. It'd been a hot minute since my head had taken a blow. Head spinning, I spotted a fluffy tail across from me, it looked like a foxes tail. "Am I dieing?" I wondered. Foxes were my favourite animal, and I doubt any foxes would live out here. Crawling forward, vision woozy from the skull bashing and the alchohol, I reached forward. Turning around, the tails owner crouched down abruptly, pulling me up. "Eliza?!" The voice belonged to Ren, "Come with me, i'll get you somewhere safe" Legs becoming jelly, I leant on Ren for support. And I continued to until I passed out.

*/*/*/*/*/*/*/~Chapter Two~*/*/*/*/*/*/*/ Letting out a groan, I forced open my eyes, feeling about the soft chair I was resting in. My head was pounding, and it felt worse trying to remember what had happened. Shifting about, I straightened up momentarily, only to flop forward, clutching my head. Eyes shooting open, I swung my head left and right in panic. Where am I-- "Oh, you're awake!" Ren appeared infront of me, incredibly quiet to the point I couldn't stop myself jumping. "Do you feel better?" "Besides a bit of aching, i'm good. Thank you for rescuing me... Your friend... he wasn't stable..." I admitted, wondering why he had attacked me. I mean, I hadn't acted provoking at all. He already was acting strange when I first went up to him. "... So, now that you're awake, I bet you're feeling hungry. Why don't I make you something to eat, hmm?" Ren purred, gazing down at me. I felt strangely small under his watchful eyes. As if on que, my stomach rumbled, only adding to Ren's amusement. "That's very genrous of you, are you sure it's no trouble?" I asked, not wanting to be an incovenience. While I stared up at him, I wondered about the ears and tail. Is he cosplaying? Or a Furry? I wondered. "It's no trouble!" Ren was pleased by my answer, tail swishing ever so slightly in aproval. "I have these really nice--" Chuckling, Ren nurvously rubbed the back of his neck, "Haha, sorry, i'm rambeling, just gimmie' a sec, okay! Sit tight~" Ren padded off to the kitchen rather merrily. I watched after him, a small smile decorating my lips. That was, until I shifted in my seat. Klink. Rattle. Klink. Eyes widening, my head shot down. Thick steel links connected my ankle to the nearby wall. I was fully awake and aware now, fear and panic lighting up my face. Reaching a hand up to my throat, I was met with the cold outskirts of more metal. A collar, or rather some form of shakle lay rest on my neck. I began to tense up, feeling about the peculiar device, trying to work out what it was. "Oh my god--" I whispered, panic setting in. Turning towards the doorframe in which Ren had dissapeared, I knew i'd have limited time to think. The soft sounds of tinkering and sizzling of a skillet could be heard. I froze, unable to to move or make a sound as my throat closed up. What in gods name do I do-- Calm down, 'Lizzie, relax, you gotta' calm down, I tried to slow my thumping heart, closing my eyes and rubbing my temple. Sucking in what was supposed to be a deep, calming breath, I rolled my head in attempt to loosen up (If that was possible). After several minuets, Ren returned with an admittedly delicious smelling plate of food. Now that I took a nice long look in his eyes, I noticed that they had a rather animalistic quallity to their ginger-brown hues. In certian lighting, it almost looked like the rims glowed gold. (Not really canon, just my headcanon) Handing me the plate, I dipped my head in a short gesture of appreciation, "Thank you very much, it looks really good" "Looks don't mean much," His next words came off as devious and playful, a clear hidden meaning behind them, enough to shoot blood right to my face. "What matters... is how it tastes~" The way predatory look on his face and the way he licked his lips sent an involentary shiver down my spine. It effected me more than it should have, that was evident by the blush on my face and the sudden urge I had to swallow the saliva in my mouth. I couldn't think of a response other than to lightly chew my lip, and play with my tongue peircing. Who was I to look a gift horse (or fox) in the mouth? The food looked wonderful, and I had to admit, since he was rather attractive, I calmed down rather easily. I guess it was too homey in here for the true danger to settle fully in my mind, especially when the attractive stranger (who had in a way had sort of kidnapped me) was treating me so well, feeding and checking up on me. "Give me a second~❤" Hurrying off, Ren swiftly returned as fast as he had left, nimbly handing me a fork me. "Thank you very much, Ren" My answer seemed to please the fox-man very much much, to which he smiled so wide, you could see his sharp canines, "How poilte! I really hit the jackpot, didn't I?" Ren hummed to himself, maybe to help with the nerves as he anxiously awaited the verdict after I took a bite. "Well....?" Ren asked, ears flattening slightly shifting about. My eyes widened, and I didn't try to hide my surprise. You could practically see the sparkles in my eyes. "It's delicious!" Ren seemed to calm down at my words, ears and fur returning to their natural state. Before I knew it, the plate was empty and Ren's eyes had never left my figure. "Thank you very much, it was wonderful" I smiled up at my captor, trying to push all fear out of my mind. The main goal in my mind was to keep calm and not to do anything irritional. Besides that, I valued manners and prided myself on my own, no matter who I was talking to. Manners were very important to me. Ren seemed to appreciate them as well, because he beamed, almost shocked by how calm and cooperative I was being taking the plate and fork from me. Watching him walk away with a rather bouncy step, I leant backwards, nestling myself into the comfey chair. I was surprised by his cooking, it was better than I had expected. Not that I had know what to expect. The heavy reminder on my leg, though, signalled me not to get too comfey. I was still chained up and had a strange collar device on my neck. I didn't know what it was for, or what it did, and I could gaurentee it wouldn't be good. Waiting patiently for my host's return, I rocked back and forth to keep my nerves in check. "If it's ok for me to ask," I started slow when Ren made his reappearance, not wanting to upset the man. Despite not being the most pressing concern at hand, I was curious. "but umm, your ears and tail..." Uncertian on how to continue, I looked down at my hands, idily playing with my fingers. "It's probably weird, but they're real. I'm a sort of beat-kin" Ren explained, trying not to seem too bothered. "We're mostly like humans, I mean, I can hide my ears and tail if I want to. But..." His expression softened, and something about his whole demeanor shifted, like he was far off, in a distant memory. It was hard to tell if it was a good one, or bad. "Someone once told me, 'You shouldn't hide who you are' " The way he said it made my heart swell. It clearly made Ren both reminiscent, and if I was right, sad. Even if he took me against my will, I was a rather empathetic person. Sometimes, I hated that. "If it's any consolation," I half whispered. "I like your ears and tail, they look nice" Mumbling lightly under my breath, the softness of my words and tone made Ren's ears involentarily twitch, "And foxes are my favorite animal" What was I doing?! I had to remind myself of the situation I was in. Ren made no remark on my comment, but his smile brightened. He was soo cheery, it was hard to believe I was kidnapped by such a sweetheart. Why do these things always happen to me? I wondered. It's not that i'd ever been kidnapped before, but I tended to have rather bad luck at times. I didn't really believe in bad luck, but the more it happened to me, the more I wondered what I did in my past lives to deserve this. Eyes shifting about, Ren sighed, wiping his hands on his shirt. He was incredibly quiet, probably due to his fox side? I mean foxes were silent, nimble, crafty creatures who had to stalk their prey, not to mention they were incredibly intelligent, and playful. "Maybe it's best we get you settled in." His gaze softened, maybe my behavior had given me the upperhand. Ren seemed rather relaxed, and to be fair, I had no plans to provoke him. "Give you time to adjust." I didn't question what he meant by that, I could only figure I was going to be his house guest for an unknown period of time. Tracing a finger along the metal collar, I cast him a look. "Oh... that. It's a hand me down.... for my new friend" He explained, gazing at the ground. "O-oh... umm, thank you?" It sounded a little like a question, rather than an awnser, but never the less, Ren turned back to me. First a small smile lay on his face, then he paused, chewing his lip. "Although..." He trailed off thoughtfully. "Although?" I tilted my head to one side quizzically. "It's been a long time, I wonder if it still works..." Pulling a small tear shaped remote out of his pocket, his thumb circled the red button in the center. Before any words could escape my mouth, a sharp shooting pain captured my whole body. It was like being punched over your entire body, shocking you to your very core. The sensation felt horrible, illicting a yelp from my parted lips, my body curling into a ball on instinct, heart pounding from a mixture of shock and pain. "Well, looks like it still works, huh" Shrinking down, the pressing issue of what was really going on hit me like a bus. I had a high chance of being shocked to death at any moment if he so desired. Trying to slow my breathing, I clutched my shirt, the fabric crinkling in my grasp. Ren didn't seem too bothered by this, if anything, he had a fair look of excitement. Bending down, he reached for my ankle. "W-what--" Click! Shifting my foot about, I was now free of the restraint. Leaning forward, I peered closer at Ren's face, trying to work out what he was thinking. What was his angle? Looking up at me, still crouching, he tapped the remote symbollically, "Don't forget the collar" Nodding, I let out a quick, "I'll behave" hoping that would satisfy him. Tail swishing, he waited for me to stand. I made no attempt to run or fight him, I just followed, i'd rather not have my brains fryed, thank you. Taking my arm gently, he led me down a short hallway. "There's no need to be worried, it's ok... it'll just take some time to get used to!" Ren tried to be reassuring as he guided me to 'my room'. I just tried to pretend I was here willingly. Swinging the door open, the room was rather nice. It reminded me a hotel room in those nice, non crappy hotels. The pillows, sheets and interior all matched in dark themes and it was appealing to the eye. Not over done, and not under either. "I know it's boring, but I didn't know what you liked," That  sentence made me uneasy. How long had he been planning a kidnap, or had he just phrased it different than what he had meant to. "Once I get to know you better, we can spruce it up!" He... seems almost innocent... that's kinda' odd considering. "It's actually rather nice" I admitted, running my hand along the duvet. The material was soft, plushy. I let out a soft 'ooo' at the feeling, it gave me the urge to curl up under the covers and take a nap. Chuckling lightly, "I'm glad you like it! Just hollar if you need anything, get some rest." "I will, thank you, Ren" Slipping out the frame, he shut the door quietly. Again, to my surprise, I heard no lock. The door was unlocked, so in theory, I could roam the house freely if I wished. But... if that was the case, then Ren must have been rather confident in the shock collar. "..." Sitting down, I thought about it. What had he meant by hand me down? Why would he have worn this, if it had been his, then and again, maybe he hd used it on someone else? I had no clue. Ren, this house, everything was a puzzle, and i couldn't find any sence in it. I liked being able to read people, it was usually easy, but right now, I had now clue, I wasn't sure on anything, and that was deflating. The only shock collars I'd heard of were ones used for dogs, to keep them within a set perimeter, and the kind used in rather... intimate situations. It wasn't unheard of, using electricity to kill, or to shock into submission. All my insticts told me to bide my time, to play nice with my new 'friend'. Peering out the thick glass, I realized there was no way to even open them. We were in some rich looking suburban neighbourhood, all I felt was lost. Confused. Alone. All this thinking, the confusion and warm meal made me feel sleepy. A long yawn escaped my jaws, and a lay down turned into an unplanned nap. The bed was so soft, I sunk into it with ease. I didn't fight the enevitible slumber, I needed to have my wits about me.

*/*/*/*/*/*/*/~Chapter Three~*/*/*/*/*/*/*/ Nuzzling deeper into the the sheet and pillows, I cuddled the soft, feathery plush for comfort. Did I really have to get up? I could easily stay here forever, fade off into my dreams and forget real life. But, that would require me dieing... and I didn't want to die. I was scared to die. Shifting about, stretching felt better than it should have. Everything felt like a luxury in the predicament I was in. Ren was kind yesterday, but how long would that last? I didn't know how Ren worked, how he operated. If he decided he didn't like my attitude, or he didn't want to play nice, then my life literally was in his hands. Reaching over to the beside table, I put my glasses on, running a hand through my hair, giving it a shake. Redoing the top couple of buttons that must have come undone while in bed, I wobbled a bit. It felt like walking for the first time, but after a good shake and a little pace about, I edged towards the door. Turning the handle nice and slow I peeked my head out. The house was silent. "Ren?" I called gently, yet I received no response. Hesitating, I took a few more steps out of the room and tried again. "Ren??" Is this a test? I wondered. Is Ren pretending not to be here to trick me, to see what I'll do? Debating my options, I walked over to the bathroom. Washing my face and body as carefully as I could, trying my best to avoid the collar since I had no clue if it was water proof or not, I inspected my face in the mirror. The woman looking back at me looked more hopeful than I felt. Her green eyes had no shine but looked strangely less tired than usual, yet the blue outer rings held their usual inquisitive exhaustion. Messy, wavey shoulder length brown hair framed her pale skin, and old faint cut lines ran along her left arm and hand. Thick black square glasses slid down her nose, and whispered reassurances through their stare. "Ok, Eliza lee, let's just keep it together" Turning away from the mirror, I headed back to the room, not wanting to push my already limited luck.

(To be continued?)

This looks soo badass

Finally! After all these years, Donatello has.. A GUN!