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everything gucci now 👍
#pk;m Memento☯︎#thought we should log back in momentarily to update.#Finally weaseled Rosie outta front. sie's okay. asleep in-sys.#headspace is fairly reconnected.#still gotta work on reconnecting to Ego Brains (main layer atm) to let the fronting roster back in but Eh#Mori & I can deal w being stuck for a while. that's what we do anyway lmao#Finally can pass out now though it took like 5000 years for mom to get the TV here working#goodnight for realsies
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Dazai: Fukuzawa-sensei, what do you do if your partner is giving you the silent treatment?
Fukuzawa: Idk. Never been married.
Dazai: WAIT! You and Mori had us OUT OF WEDLOCK?!? Chuuya and I are bastards???
Fukuzawa: did you take a mushroom?
Kunikida: Get the fuck Outta here. *while shoving him out the door*
Dazai: no! *unrestrained laughter* Chuuya will be heartbroken! First we’re in an incest marriage and now we’re bastards?! *boy gets shoved HARD* OW! Why must you do this to me father!!
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THAT LIVIUS X VINNEL ANON IS NOW GETTING ME TO SHIP ICONS WITH YOUR OTHER OCS, JUST FUCKING GREAT/sarcastic /pos (sorry if this one's long I just gotta get these outta my system lmao)
Kalymir x Patches: because let's face it, Patches can absolutely take quite a bit of a beating [and we know he'd beat off to getting a beating anyways], but there's always the threat of Kalymir ACTUALLY just straight up killing him - Admin assures him that they won't let him die, but sometimes, the way that Kalymir grins at him makes him worry... Also I love size difference and I want Kalymir to (figuratively) tear his ass apart with his cock
Vorticia x Morell: obvious reasons. He's one of the greatest monster chefs of all time, she's the Greed icon - she keeps coming back for his food (and occasionally his bobbles) and he keeps getting very flattered that the literal icon of greed loves his food. Also... Madame Pinnie did mention that Morell has had horny thoughts in which HE'S the one being eaten, even if he's also super terrified of that... And... Firstly, Vorticia's a snake-monster, so idk how her body would react to the poison, but if we're being hopeful, she'd be immune to it - or maybe the fact that she's the icon of greed has something to do with it(?); second of all, she'd probably have the equipment and/or magic to get rid of the poison.
Rinxx x Nebul: HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUT-- Nebul to me seems like the type to absolutely exploit the fact that Rinxx has a ton of money and would use him to buy all the sex toys and pearls he could ever want (plus stuff for Purpur of course). Also, the idea of Rinxx being a sugar daddy for Nebul is HILARIOUS. I can imagine Nebul knowing this and being frustrated, because he can't just turn around and give the bird to an Icon (his ass is big but his balls aren't). He has to live with the fact that, no matter how he dominates Rinxx in the bed, no matter how much the Icon allows the Wraith to degrade and demean and even hurt him-- Nebul is not the one who's in control of the dynamic. Idk if he would, but would Nebul ever grow to start liking the fact that he's actually the submissive one? (On a sidenote: I can imagine Rinxx groping Nebul a lot cause he's thick as FUCK and also forcing the guy to wear much tighter, more leg revealing clothes that hug his thighs and ass-- also forcibly pounding Nebul into submission when Nebul irritates him, hehah)
[I love how you spell Rinx like he's a pornstar, Rinxxx. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)]
Ah, Kalymir and Patches, we've talked about that. You captured the essence of it well, but the ass tearing is going to be more literal than physical here. Patches, ever the glutton for pain, will find all his cravings brutally satisfied. And Kalymir, ever fond of resilient little things, will adore taking Patches to his undead breaking point over and over and over.
Morell and Vorticia is equally stressful. All of these are. Vorticia will work Morell stupid in her desire to taste all his talent, but Mori is getting a delicious ego stroke as well as watching a massive woman take rabid, almost lustful enjoyment from devouring his cuisine. It'd be hard to ignore an inkling of chemistry here. But, as you know, typically, most people who lay with Vorticia perish. Perhaps it'll be a different story here, she wouldn't want to lose the best chef she's ever met!
Rinx and Nebul is an interesting pair. And indeed, Nebul will keep fighting for his dominating role as hard as he can. Sexually, he'll never accept submission, and outside of intimacy, he'll still try to cling to any minuscule shred of power he can attain, even if all he can do in certain situations is refuse gifts- Which is very frustrating for Rinx. Fact of the matter is that even when he holds control, it is only allowed and never inherent, which will chew at the wraith. But goodness, the benefits of this dynamic are so many... He can at least revel in the power of being so wanted by someone of such status.
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nothing to see here just a crazy shipper guy going crazy over Callowmoore under the bit, if that's not for you then go about your business
So fellow Callowmoores how we feelin' this morning/evening? Because it's evening right now and I'm still bouncing off the walls in my mind
The one post could not keep me contained! No seriously the amount of tags I put in hit a limit and doesn't show them all
I mean yes we didn't get a kiss (yet) but goddamn we got so much, it has possessed me, deranged me, it's leaking outta my brain I gotta talk about it, so either jump out or buckle up because this overflow is gonna be long
First off I just gotta talk about how so many things almost lined up how I imagined them because it just makes it feel like they looked into my head and thought 'hey that's kinda good'.
Like, I wanted Fearne to take the shard at Mori's, it was a safer space for her than the Ziggurat which is tainted by bad memories (this and other campaigns), I just didn't expect it so soon, thought they'd at least have a full rest first. In fact I had a whole scene in my mind where in a desperate gambit Delilah took over Laudna while she slept and just knocked on Ashton's door in a form of dread going 'where's the shard Ashton?'. It's key to this I promise not only because I enjoyed the idea of Ashton not taking any of Delilah's shit (plus for you Imodnas out there the mental scene involves Ashton whispering 'Imogen's in danger' to wake her, they also ask where Paté is because they still have that 'Paté is Delilah' theory) but it also expanded on the possible helplessness Ashton would have being unable to assist Fearne with taking the shard
'You're a child, Ashton. A blunt instrument that charges blindly into harm, would you really risk Fearne's life to earn her forgiveness? You know what it can do, what happens when you can't protect her from it?'
Of course, Ashton would never give Delilah the shard, which would frustrate Delilah since she can't manipulate them, but the comment weighs on Ashton a little. Which is when the whole waking Laudna happens and she leaves, but Fearne is in his room (the Vox Machina bathtub scene being inspiration), having asked to sleep there for comfort and asks them if it worries them. Which is where I often got to use this quote
'I don't believe in fate, but I believe in you'
And it sticks with me because it's super romantic, but also on-brand for Ashton, there were variations like the longer 'things only affect our path if we choose to believe they do; fate is complicated, the gods don't give a fuck, and I don't wanna even think about legacy anymore, I don't believe in them, but I believe in you' but then the next morning comes and Ashton gives her the ring, since I forgot about attunement there were instances where it was a sneaky sleight of hand thing, and Fearne completes the process.
Of course, with weeks to go on there were a lot more scenarios like Fearne pickpocketing the Ashton doll to practice talking to and putting it back, Ashton seeking Mori for advice, herbal tea visions where Ashton entered their own mind and encounters the empress while on the outside Delilah possesses Laudna to try and drain the power from them, one where the shard having been reshaped through Ashton is less intense on Fearne for the first 4 rounds (since they blew up on the fifth) because Ashton's essence is containing and dissipating the hostile energy, and one where the group secretly vote against Ashton being there for Fearne taking the shard (Imogen, Laudna, and Chetney 3 to 2 against Orym and FCG) but Fearne as the decider pulls them over because she needs them there, stuff like that I'm sure fanfic writers could consume to their heart's content (and are free to, go nuts). But these scenes stood out because it had elements of stuff that are linked to or actually happened in the episode; Fearne does take the shard, Ashton endorses that Fearne is the only one who can take it, Ashton gives her the ring and Shattered Vigor is apparently a thing where Ashton is practically taking Fearne's pain to protect her, that alone is enough to go insane over.
And can we talk about the ring for a moment, because like THE RING. I'm not talking about generically either I mean that this ring has been significant to the shard saga ever since Ashton claimed it. It was found on the corpse of someone infused into stone, into the earth, right between the whole eidolons stuff where Ashton connected with an Earth elemental and then the Grau Dashari stuff with the crystals they merged with their hammer and then the Bor'dor incident, that could've easily been a titan-based punishment. Also, Ring of Volcanic Flesh, like Ashton's stone arm? And if that wasn't enough, what was the first thing Fearne stole from Ashton when they reunited? The ring, the act that broke down Ashton's walls as they let out a most heartfelt 'I missed you, so much' the ring that Fearne stole right off of Ashton's fingers only for them to willingly put in her hand to protect her, because just as they said at the clock tower, everything they have belongs to her.
And while legacy and hubris had a part in the shard incident, part of it was also for Fearne. I don't believe there's any situation where if Fearne said she wanted the shard at the clock tower Ashton would've said no; Ashton knows that Fearne was key to the shard dislodging in the lava, they sensed it was in a way key to both of them, but there was no reality where Ashton was gonna force Fearne to take the shard if she didn't want it. And yes it blew up in their face, much like Fearne they saw an image of themselves they didn't want to be, their soul broke with the realisation that they hurt the one person they never wanted to hurt, but thanks to Percy they also realised that they had to change. It wasn't enough to see everyone else having someone at the reunion and internalizing 'if someone has to not come back it's gotta be me' they had to make steps towards being the person the Hells needs them to be, someone who can come back with them.
Which is where last episode started setting it up, and I didn't speak much about it at the time because other than the pretty plain 'I would've rather died than hurt Fearne' insinuation (which in turn was confessed to save Fearne from falling) there was only crumbs that could be interpreted other ways; for instance Birdie's tale with Athion and Olly being somewhat of a parallel to Tevan and Ashton, the formers wooing Birdie and Fearne with temptations of indulgence while the latters drawing their attention by being subjects of intrigue, defiance and kindness, plus they saved the latters (Birdie literally via escaping the prisons and Fearne emotionally and literally), or before the Orym conversation when Ashton takes 'one last look' Taliesin looks towards Ashley last. But I knew there was poetic significance to Ashton failing the communication trial, Marisha sensed the vibe too, but even though Fearne was nervous about guiding Ashton, the fault fell to poor dice rolls (and Liam not keeping shtum and summoning thunderwasps) and once again Ashton in an attempt to prove themselves falls flat on their ass in front of the person they most want to prove it to.
And that did break my heart a little I must admit because as poetic as it was who hasn't been there? Ashton's journey of proving themselves has been laden with failure too; being unable to protect anyone from Otohan led to them almost being TPK'd, being unable to keep the group together at the Malleus Key led to the group being scattered, and then Team Trauma's stuff - Orym was despondent and Laudna's a wreck, got a random 'shepherd's boy', a powerful Cobalt Soul teen prodding about the solstice and all of Deni$e here added as mainly combat support, loners but no leaders, Dawnfather angel thinks them insignificant, dark spirits trying to consume their only leads about the Hishari - and the moment Ashton started to trust Bor'dor after the pipe vision what happens? Betrayal, Hunger of the Shadow and Delilah is let back in, Ashton couldn't even keep Laudna safe from herself, they reunite, try to sort out their shit with their past, discover that they might have a destiny to fulfill and end up being too willing to die in place of others, and unable to protect their new family from themselves, because of these recent failures it was important that Ashton proved themselves in the trust trial.
And thankfully they did, there was no way to prove that anyone was a Doppelganger and yet, Ashton still trusted Fearne; twice saving her from the flora even when told to leave her behind. And they were close to another failure when the branch was snatched - after their attempts to keep it safe by throwing it in the pool alone - but they trusted Chet and Orym (father/son duo) to cover more ground while they helped Fearne. And even when FCG told Ashton 'I think it's Fearne', and when Imogen was untrusting of Fearne, Ashton abandoned their held action to save FCG from the brambles because they knew Fearne could be trusted. They trusted Imogen to connect to Ruidus and as mentioned endorsed Fearne to take the shard.
And sure, in my mental scenarios Ashton gives her the shard, doing the same she did for them, but I did say almost like how I imagined. And Ashton still did everything they could, plus Imogen comforted their visible worry, but once it's complete they're just in awe, and then their own spark awakens through her touch, a touch they were unafraid of even at the threat of newfound fire, and now for the first time ever they feel whole. She saved them, and now they finally feel complete, and now this time Fearne is agape, Fearne is in awe, and everything she had hoped Ashton would gain from taking the shard before has come to fruition through her, and it's just, joy, pure incorruptible joy, a kindred connection that belongs to just them. Plus a big piece of paper for all the new powers they are excited to learn about from each other, with each other, and while Matt can talk about there being risks to them because you gotta balance the combat the narrative significance is still there.
But dammit they need to kiss, I've yelled it enough times in my head; like the lava, the clock tower, before and after Fearne took the shard, the only times they did kiss was before the solstice (the forehead kiss) and the ziggurat and both preceded bad times, they deserve a proper one, not one at risk of being a goodbye, something precious, irreplaceable and theirs to have, to share. And I don't know if they should use the patented 'can I kiss you?' or take a tip from BeauYasha and use 'I wanna kiss you so bad right now' or find something else to make their own but I desire it so much, had it happened this ep I probably would've melted out of my seat. They're awkward and nervous but they gotta take the leap, Ashton needs to realise they're loved and maybe even be told that they deserve it even when they feel they don't, and Fearne has to take a risk too, the shard put doubt to her decisions but that doesn't mean she can run from her strong emotions. It doesn't fix everything of course, but sometimes people heal better together than apart. As a currently vorbed half-elf once said 'drink the courage first'.
Curiosity continues to send me after the ep, and while some people are attempting to blemish or rain on the parade (I mean, I try not to speak ill of other ships in general, but if you're gonna be negative about it you can at least do it in your lane, your tags not ours) I am still just riding the high of the possibilities. True, the unknown can make me nervous, and I will admit the group has to give Ashton and Fearne space (they're just excited, and with the bloody bridge hinting to be a final moon-based battle there is that sense of urgency) Imodna had nudges sure but they have been a bit heavy-handed and kinda chaperoned around them, Fearne and Ashton seldom get time alone, one can hope they can get that time with each other next episode.
#critical role#cr 3#cr 3 spoilers#c3e80#callowmoore#ashton greymoore#fearne calloway#ashton x fearne#fearne x ashton#rockwild#bells hells#for anyone who read the whole thing props to you I understand I unloaded a lot of crazy onto you I'm sorry#I have questions about the new powers too; does Mister get an upgrade? Can elementals be summoned? Is it like a Sorcerer multiclass?#do primordials have a equivalent to divine smite? Can it be used on other champions or Predathos?#how do the divines react to this? Asmodeus wanted them for the Calamity and Dawnfather does seem to hold grudges...Wildmother not so much#and do the titans themselves feel adverse to stopping Predathos? Since it aids their enemy that essentially colonized on them#I fear fuckery next episode of course but today's a good day and I will not let anyone ruin that#I will ride this high as long as I can though but I do also need to sleep I got a travel weekend to do visiting relatives#I am so consumed by this ship that it rivals my own birthday as the best thing to happen this week#I am absolutely unashamedly not normal about them#tag bonus: matching shirts! Precious/Irreplaceable and Adorable/Ignorant also all the Hells have 'if lost return to Nancy' shirts#taliesin jaffe#ashley johnson
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I was So close to killing Satoshi off in this au- so fuckin close because of his hair. As before! Rambling under the cut!
Satoshi Mochida
Design notes
-Gonna be honest, Not alot changed like Yuka's Design. Most notable one being the addition of the uniform Coat. It felt weird that he didn't have it anywhere on him, it's part of the uniform. I would get taking it off and having it around your waist, or having it partially undone like Kishinuma but completely not having it on you? Weird.
-The tie is apart of the new uniform design that I'll make a guide for soon. The one they have on in the game, along with the sailor suit that the girls wear are actually generally a middle school uniform and frankly is really outdated and isn't being normalized as much in turn for the Blazer, or vest combo.
-Hair pins n wrist band, Those where a gift from Naomi and Seiko since he was tired of having his bangs in his face and was being lazy about trimming them. The wrist band is to commemorate their long lasting friendship. Being the original trio in 2-9
Personality notes
-He's cowardly and is really easy to scare when it comes to jumpscares and well planned scary stories. But when it comes to high pressure situations he had a an ungodly level head and is often a pointed leader by himself and or someone else.
- His kind, caring, and sweet demeanor makes him more popular than he wants to be. I guess people like the sensitive type? He is considered the heart of the 2-9ers and it shows since he knows a good amount about each n every one of them!
- Satoshi is actually really Analytical, he has to be since he's the heart of a social group. He can pick up on the tiniest shift in someone's voice and adapt accordingly which is probably why he's so popular in and out of 2-9.
Relationship notes
Yuka: as mentioned in Yuka's profile, General Older n younger sib relationship, Really like to ruffle Yuka's hair just for shits n giggles but for the most part he loves his baby sis.
Naomi: Childhood Freinds and the person he's closest with. It isn't uncommon to see them laying on each other in one way or another just to feel the comfort of each other's presence. Are they Dating? Are they just Freinds? No one's outside of the group knows-
Seiko: Second oldest friend and another pillow for him, she's the one to get Satoshi to act Goofy one way or another. Wether it's chasing her for something she stole or just a tickle fight
Ayumi: Fears her. And it's not irrational. since he screams like a girl, Ayumi often targets him during scary stories or pranks. But outside of that he finds her presence comforting, like the older sister he never had.
Mayu: Often bullies him into modeling some clothes she's sewn up or crotched. Frankly he doesn't mind because he's pretty ambiguous with what he wears and wouldn't mind wearing a dress or skirt.
Morishige: Conspiracy theorists- Mori is the reason Satoshi gets into deep dives in wikipedia and analog horror. If you can't find Satoshi than Mori is to blame 9 times outta 10 you'll find the two in the library with various books on, the paranormal, aliens, the undead, and various supposed "Matrix glitches"
Kishinuma: Bro's- likes the kinda bros that just show up at each other's house randomly and gets invited in because they know each other so well. Like "Dude I brought some Udon get down here n eat, I don't care if you've already ate, Eat more"
Ms,Yui: Older sister/Mother figure, Though he knows that he can't really share much to her considering she was still his teacher. He's happy to help in any way possible and share small moments with her while at school.
#corpse party#gutziedraws#ayumi shinozaki#corpse party fanart#gutzieheadcanons#satoshi mochida#yuka mochida#yoshiki kishinuma#sakutaro morishige#mayu suzumoto#seiko shinohara#naomi nakashima#corpse party restitched au
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Discounts Give Hope
"Y/N! Let's go into this store!!"
"No! Let's go here!" the twins and Tamaki bickering while YANKING y/n in different directions.
For context: today was y/n's last day at Ouran Academy and Tokyo as a whole. In order to expand their business, the l/n family decided to move to the Miyagi prefecture, taking their beloved y/n with them and away from the host club.
And for this reason, the host club decided that they would spend their last day with her by taking her shopping, which brings us to where we are now.
"GUYS! it's her day! we need to let HER decide where she wants to go and what she wants to do!" haruhi scolded. She knew how y/n felt at the moment, seeing as she's always being dragged around by the host club against her own will.
"THANK YOU HARUHI! you a real one fr" y/n thanked haruhi as the twins and tamaki let go of her. "this why me and haruhi 4liferrsss 🤞🏾🙄"
"HEY, NO FAIR!"
"YEAH, WE KNEW YOU FIRST" the twins whined as tamaki backed them up. "YEAH! AND WE'VE KNOW YOU LONGER!"
"look, you guys are wasting time arguing like little children" kyoya scolded. "by the time you guys are done, it'll be time to take y/n home and we will have gotten nothing done. not to mention that you're very loud, and causing unwanted attention."
It was true, they only had about 3 hours left to hang out with y/n. They could've had more time, but tamaki insisted that 'he must throw a going-away party for his dear daughter' after school for everyone to attend. said party was 5 hours long which took away most of the time they had left to spend together as a group.
"as much as i hate to agree .." haruhi began, "kyoya is right. we need to get going."
"fine. let's go then." the gingers said in unison.
"well y/n, where would you like to go. we a r e here for you after all!" exclaimed honey senpai.
"yuh"- mori
"awww, i feel so honored🥹" y/n sniffled as she wiped away her fake tears. "well, since i get to choose..." she started with a mysterious tone
'here we go...' the hosts thought and sweatdropped
"let's go to... HOT TOPIC! :D" y/n exclaimed as if it wasn't the most obvious answer she could say🙄.
"well, c'mon then. we only have a couple of hours left, and we all know that y/n is gonna want everything in there. " SLANDERED kyoya.
"i will not stand for this y/n slander. i will not tolerate it. this is unacceptable. i sh-"
"Y/N! HURRY UP AND GET UR ASS IN HERE!" hikaru called out, interrupting her little monologue.
"well gauh dayum👴🏾 im coming im coming"
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it had been 4 hours, being gifted an extra from y/n's mother. they were now taking y/n home, walking instead of driving to savor the moment and stretch their time.
"uhm, n/n... what was the point of you bringing the hot cash?" honey wondered. "not only are you rich, like literally loaded, but we all agreed on paying for you!"
"well honey, there's just something about getting things at a discount that makes you feel happy inside." y/n explained with a dreamy voice.
"i agree. i absolutely agree." haruhi.. agreed
"well, thats because you're a commoner haruhi of course you'll understand you live on coupons and discounts" tamaki stated, oblivious to how rude he sounded.
"..well it's true but you didn't have to say it out loud." haruhi said a bit sadly.
"look what you did tamaki!! my bae is upset now! apologize!!" y/n stated a with a strict tone. they knew tamaki didn't mean it in a bad way, but the statement was a bit more outta pocket compared to what he says on the daily.
"oh no.. HARUHI IM SO SORRY!! PLEASE FORGIVE ME!!" he pleaded and whined. "it's fine tamaki senpai, i didn't even care, y/n's just being protective again."
"so are we just gonna skip over the fact that n/n called haru-" honey started before y/n covered his mouth, stopping him from continuing. "shhh, it's better that we don't bring it to their attention" y/n warned, not wanting a repeat of what happened at the mall.
.*•
"well, this is me." y/n said quietly as silence overtook the group. "you guys ready to say ur goodbye's yet..?"
".. i guess i'll go first" haruhi said as she stepped forward.
"y/n, i've only known you for a couple of months, but you were like the older sister i never had. you've been nothing but nice to me since we met.. unlike some people." haruhi whispered that last part. "the surprise presents and the random sleepovers at your huge colossal gigantic ass house were some the best moments of my life. i'll miss you a lot." haruhi finished and hugged y/n. at this point, there were already sniffles coming from everyone.
" guess i'll go next" honey said
s l o w l y walking up to y/n.
(i don't have time for all that so im just gonna put the other four)
honey: " y/n, we weren't that close but you're one of the funniest people i've ever met. also you make really good sweets! especially that chocolate lava cake(*'▽'*). anyhow, i'll really miss taste-testing your new recipes and listening to Gorillaz while watching you bake. have fun y/n!!"
mori: "... i'll miss hearing you try and rap to me every day. you sounded really bad btw. love you"
kyoya: "as much as i hate to admit it, i'll miss seeing your beautiful face every day. i won't miss you randomly popping up to my house to flirt with my sister thought."
tamaki: "... Y/NNNNNN!! DON'T GOOOOO! YOUR DEAR FATHER ISNT READY TO LET YOU GOOOOO 😖😖😖"
....
everyone had said their goodbyes to y/n... except for the twins. it was emotional for the three of them, and they knew that.
"well.." kaoru started " since the day we met you, we never separated. we've been to your house more than we've been to our own, and you know ours like the back of your hand. " the three chuckled as hikaru continued. " then in high school, we got even closer. staying at each other's houses for multiple weeks, stealing each other's clothes, hell, we even showered together once." "YOU WHA-" "shut up tamaki, they're having a moment"
"look n/n, we know you're tired, so we're gonna make this quick" kaoru started " basically, we love you. like a lot. you mean the world to us. you're the best thing that's happened to us since the maid."
"we love you, and we wish you the best without us because we know you're gonna need it."
silence..
"I HATE YOU GUYS!! YALL GOT ME CRYING AND SHII" y/n bawled. "AW LAWD.. YALL IM LITERALLY JUST MOVING TO MIYAGI! YALL ACTING LIKE IM GOING TO THE MOTHERLANDS! I SWEA-"
"POOKIE! GET YA BLACK ASS IN HERE! BOUT WAKE UP THE WHOLE DAMN NEIGHBORHOOD!
LOUD ASS" y/n's mother-
m/n- screamed from inside.
"SORRY MA! IM COMIN!!!"
.*•
y/n sat in bed, thinking about today's memories and goodbyes. she's gonna miss them, a lot. especially the twins. "they were right, i don't know what im gonna do without them.." y/n said softly lying down getting ready for bed. "hopefully, karasuno will treat me well." she sighed. and with that she fell asleep, dreaming about what she was gonna eat for dinner tomorrow night.
𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀
- hikaru sugarcoated it, they've showered together on multiple occasions (nothing sexual tho bc they're all minors 🌚)
- the first time they did it was because they were rlly tired and it was late at night + they had school in the morning so they had to shower.
- they all got in at once so that no one would fall asleep before showering
- so then it became a normal thing
a/n
hi!! this is the first chapter of my first story that i ever wrote on wattpad !! i hope it's good! tell me ur opinions about it! i am open to constructive criticism :)
#haikyuu smau#haikyuu#haikyuu x poc!reader#shojislady#haikyuu scenarios#ohshc anime#ohshc x reader#ohshc haruhi#hq smau#hq atsumu#hq x y/n
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Whumptober Day Two: Delirium
“Not Mori’s Kid” Oda & Dazai
When Dazai slips into the Bar Lupin and stumbles on the nonexistent fold in the carpet, Oda reaches out to steady him and frowns. “You’re sick,” he states.
Dazai shrugs in that infuriating sixteen-year-old way and says, “So?” His normally pale cheeks are flushed and there’s a sheen of sweat on his forehead.
Oda pulls him over to a table instead of at their usual place at the bar and says, “Sit. Please.” Dazai folds into the chair and flops his head down on the table with a ‘thunk’ and closes his eyes. He lets out a shuddering breath.
“Ango, does he have an assignment tomorrow?”
“He always has an assignment.”
“What else would I do,” Dazai mumbles from the table.
Oda feels his forehead and frowns. “Ango, get in touch with Mori and tell him to find someone else.”
Dazai sits up at that and glares at Ango. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
Ango glances at Oda apologetically. “I wouldn’t.”
“Dammit, Ango. He’s just a kid.”
“He’s Mori’s kid, and I’m not messing with Mori,” Ango replies, taking a sip of his whisky.
“’m not Mori’s kid,” Dazai says as he lays his head back down.
Oda crosses his arms. “Fine. Come sleep at my place, though, and then you can go do your dumb assignment from there. No drinking tonight.”
Dazai doesn’t answer, which is answer enough. Oda pulls him to his feet, waves goodbye to Ango, and practically hauls him back to his apartment above the ramen shop. He shushes the little ones and pours Dazai into his own bed after forcing acetaminophen into his hand with a frown.
The next morning, Dazai is gone when Oda wakes, and Oda spends the day worrying.
He waits impatiently at the bar for a while after his own work, but Dazai doesn’t show. He tries a couple other places and then gives up. He doesn’t know where Dazai stays most nights.
When he makes it back to his place, there’s a figure slumped over a table in the ramen shop. He hurries in, and the owner grumbles, “Kid’s looking for you. I think he’s sick, so get him outta here, will you?”
Oda nods and pulls Dazai to his feet. He sways and doesn’t even say hello to Oda. He’s pale, and his eyes have exhaustion bruising around them, and he barely opens them when Oda pulls him upstairs. This time he pulls Dazai’s coat off, and carefully undoes his vest and button-down shirt so that they’re open and the bandages the boy insists on each day are the only thing visible. He lays him on his back on Oda’s bed, and Dazai doesn’t move. His breath his shallow and the fever he had yesterday has increased a worrying amount.
“’m not sick,” Dazai whispers, his eyes still half open. “I can do the work.”
Oda’s heart breaks a little. This boy is so young and so old at the same time. “Shhh. You’re done with work for today,” he says as he brushes damp hair off of Dazai’s forehead.
“Can’t stop, can’t stop. You know that,” Dazai declares, his voice a little stronger this time. “You gave me a place here. Work’s important.” He thrashes a little, clearly trying to sit up.
Oda presses him back down to the bed. “Stop. Stay here. The work is done.” He wants to give Dazai a place. He wants him to get to be a teenager, not a mafia leader. Mori’s evil way of recruiting children sends a shiver down Oda’s spine again at the thought. He goes to the kitchen and pulls some ice into a towel and goes back to the bed to press some ice against Dazai’s throat. “We’ll get you cooled down, then you can sleep, kid,” he says.
Dazai swallows thickly against the ice and shivers. His eyes open a bit more. “Oda?” he asks. “Where’s Mori-san?”
“Not here. You’re safe here.”
“Not safe with Mori,” Dazai says, closing his eyes again. “No one is.” He pauses, and then his eyes fly open, and he grabs Oda’s wrist. “You’re not safe. Take me back to him.”
“Shhh. Dazai, quiet. You need to rest. I’m safe with everyone. No one can best me. You know that. You’re safe here. Rest,” he urges. He runs the ice across Dazai’s forehead and clammy skin, and over his palms and other bare skin he can get to. He presses his phone to his ear and dials a number he rarely uses and waits. When the secretary picks up, he says, “Tell Mori that Dazai is ill. He’ll be unavailable for a couple of days.”
“No one is unavailable to Mori-san,” the secretary states.
“Dazai is. And if he wants to take it up with me, he can send someone to deal with me and we’ll see how far he gets.”
There is silence, and then, “Two days. No more.”
Oda ignores them and hangs up.
Dazai is still shuddering from fever, but Oda manages to get him to drink some tea and keep it down. He finally settles into a restless sleep. The younger kids hover in the doorway asking if they can help, and Oda smiles and says, “Maybe when he feels a bit better you can read to him,” and they scramble off to go pick out some books. Oda sits next to Dazai and runs his hand through his hair and brushes a thumb over the bandages on his wrist. Oda will allow Dazai his suicide talk most days, knowing it’s mostly an act and mostly a way to wish for control, but today he hates looking at the bandages. No one should see self-harm as the only way to control their life, and Dazai is so sharp and has so much potential that Oda dreams of the day he can make enough money to escape to the seaside with all the kids he loves, including Dazai, so all of them can find their potential away from violence and hatred.
Right now, though, he’ll keep Dazai safe from Mori, and he’ll correct Ango the next time they hang out. Dazai is not Mori’s kid. He’s Oda’s, and that means that Oda will protect him however he can, even if that means ice and soup and blankets and books read in small voices to remind Dazai of safety and a hint of family.
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Anime-Manga Comparisons, episode 2.
Episode 2 of the anime, episode 2 of the manga -
Haruhi does a gay little run into the club in both and comes across the idiot squad in the tropics. Haruhi says it’s only spring in the anime, but that it’s winter in the manga, to coincide with the host club Christmas party. There’s still a party in the anime, of course, but it’s just a regular, non holiday formal party.
The next change comes a while later when Kanako burns her hand while drinking tea from one of the fancy teacups and Hruhi takes her to the nurse, which is where they bump into her fiance, Suzushima in the office. Then Mori and Honey burst in bc Mori literally stepped on Honey while practising dancing, Honey is the one who tells Haru that Toru is Kanako’s fiance in both versions, but in different locations. Manga Honey sits on her lap and Haru blushes over Mori’s smile. Same girl. We also don’t find out that Toru’s family is into teacups and stuff like that, instead the twins tell her to simply search for his name.
Manga Haruhi calls the Class A meanies a ‘buncha snots’ when they roast the fuck outta Toru for no reason. Kyoya also doesn’t break his pen in cuteness aggression in the manga, and Haruhi teases Kanako with Toru being nearby, causing her to drop her plate, and Haruhi thinks ‘she’s so cute’. The emphasis really sells it tbh. Before she’s grabbed (by Mori literally lifting her over his shoulder, rather than the twins in the anime, no less.) she tells Kanako that she found out about Toru’s family, and that she knows her only interest in being at the part is for the dishware, which is super cute. We also get the baby Kanako and Toru flashback here. Tamaki is the one who gets this scene in the anime instead, which is also nice, but it shows more of Haruhi in the manga that she put in the work and figured out Kanako herself.
After she meets with Toru and Kanako gets the wrong idea and runs off, Haru tries to run after her in the manga but trips on her heels and almost falls, until Tamaki saves her. (endearing sigh what a prince charming) The lights they bring up to illuminate the two is also a Christmas tree for their party. Haruhi also ends up hurting her foot and has to sit out of dancing, pouting because the food is all gone (presumably she ate it all, the cute little glutton.)
I totally forgot this, but the girl who wins the kiss at the end is actually a girl called Miyako, Kanako doesn’t win in the manga, and Tamaki doesn’t slip over a purposefully placed pair of twin banana peels, but by genuine accident. Haruhi says HURRF, which is not very romantic, but I forgive her. Finally, she calls Tamaki a kiss-a-holic and tells him her respect for him dwindles. Dwindles from zero, I suppose.
EPISODE 2 OVER!
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ohh hang awn did i srsly never post any of the refs i made for artfight this year on here?? DAMN!! nice memory on ya mori
WELL!! lemme start with these two cuz ive been wanting to give a better synopsis of bleeding hearts on my main anyways. (a similar synopsis exists on both their artfight pages and the fic page- however just in case my tumblr followers don't touch that stuff cuz I HAVE NO WAY OF KNOWING!)
in summary: bleeding hearts is my goofy little crossover named after the dove breed (for thematic relevancy!) in which blue baby gets bucked outta the basement and straight into Nevada. luckily they end up in the best place a sentient corpse possibly could- the zombie-infested sewers! it's mostly a written fic tho i do post art here sometimes, once again here's the link to the first chapter if you wanna read it!! the other basement kids may make appearances eventually.... but the focus is blue n crackpot bc they're my faves and if NO ONE ELSE IS GONNA PUT EM IN A SITUATION then BY GOLLY I WILL!!!
the next chapter will be up.... EVENTUALLY! in the meantime have some more doodles of them pleek...i insist...!!
#pory turgles#bleeding hearts au#madness combat#madcom#dr crackpot#tboi#the binding of isaac#blue baby tboi
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ok see now i'm gonna go down the list again n send u a novel bc quite frankly i'm relentless n want to know wht three emojis u wouldn’t give me + clown around Together 😇
🍪 - this is a given and my motivation behind handcuffing us together for all of eternity duhhh<3
💥 - this is visible to anyone with eyes but i do understand tht it may be nice to hear so yes mori ur layout is very pleasing 👍
🚬 - you Are cool, n perhaps intimidatingly so, but not to me bc you’ve been soft w me before n even tho you're taller.. in my heart, you're my height. or shorter :3
🍜 - see i can’t say this bc i feel like ur skills cannot be imitated bc wht infuses such flavor into ur work is the fact tht it comes from You n it has ur heart in it. so. i will leave all of tht to you n all of the fawning n rabid cheerleading to me 😌
🧠 - yes i learn that there are indeed intelligent life forms out there which is always reassuring and desperately needed in these dark times amen 🙏
suddenly blind and unable to read idk wht the next emoji is omg 404 blue screen of death currently buffering only to finally load…..
🍧 - yes. u are. n i remember sometimes going “omgggg am i special… seeing the soft underside… 🥹👉👈” heheheheheh but again this is jus a Given like. nods at u
🧢 - see idk if i have the proper qualifications to determine whether or not ur a Bro and i would hate to be misdiagnosing out here 😞
🫀 - ok so see the thing abt this one is tht i’m actually a goodie two shoes tht can’t fight n has nonexistent arm strength so this whole killing someone n digging a grave thing would have to perhaps fall to u like . it’s almost a cannibal au situation except we’re not eating them yk? 🫶 but i would offer emotional support ofc n a moist towelette to wipe the blood off. sooo ride or die as in that + i'm your chihuahua guard dog tht would bite anyone's ankle <3 (but this is also a given bc again: the handcuffs. would i cuff us if we weren't ride or dies? exactly.)
🗣 - the thing abt this one is i’d be happy tht ur out there thriving living ur life or i’d assume tht u were here but deleted ur posts before i woke up / logged in bc the alternative would also kill me immediately </3
the only time i’d ever send u a tomato is if i were gently placing one in ur hand bc we were in the kitchen cooking something delicious n u asked me to get u one :) peace n luv on planet earth
i made tht small text n it's still long as hell . rip
𝄢 hey 😎
🍪 ─ u're v fascinating n i mean that. even if u do smth incredibly weird that'll annoy me i'd still go hmm i can fix them. or not bc i'll most likely be knee-deep joining u on wtvr u're doing. u make my ti-dom...... ti-domming
💥 ─ the fact that i'm ur moot rn is prove bc ppl w horrid sense of aesthetic just existing piss me off
🫂 ─ a given. in fact, u can bring up the most outta nowhere, embarassing topic n i won't ever think fuck this lil weirdo asking me stupid shit. tho if it's trivial matters like a post reminding me of u, i prefer to interact publicly. for no rzn................
🚬 ─ no ♡ u are cool... the way i find will byers cool. unintimidatingly so. n the fact that i'm shorter in ur heart is actually sickening to read ngl. this is us denise, this is how we look side by side ↓ 1.) i can rest my chin on top of ur head 2.) if i'm any shorter then we'd both be chihuahua material which is wrong
🍜 ─ ur ability to befriend anyone quick n be generally likable instead of mr. oversuspicious who yells at anybody stepping on his lawn due to a few bad experiences x
❤️🔥 ─ do i need to say anyth. c'mon. c'mon. everytime i log in, i wonder what's denise gonna say today abt raggedy ass ppl n what cute stuff is denise gonna come up w. u helplessly dying on the floor due to ur lactose intolerance for the 5th time is Content. atp i'm an enjoyer of a whole denise* not just denise the st blog
🧠 ─ maybe. not necessarily learning new things but being reassured that smone hasn't forgotten the thing
─ ok? i was making a creamy red sauce rigatoni w flan as dessert n u gotta pay the kiss the cook toll to even get the flan i put on the upper shelf but ig smone is full. more for me 🙄
🍧 ─ another given. n here's the thing: i don't like it when ppl get 💗💞💓💕💖-coddly w me. s not inherently bad, just that a lot of em expect u to match energies/respond similarly which is. i don't do that. n i don't like how fragile sm mutualships can be over it. but i don't mind u barfing ur love all over my activity partly bc ik uk how i am n none of my painstaking push n pull will deter u + it's U. that's it
🧢 ─ pft no. never even crossed my mind. u hv ZERO bro energy
🫀─ i knew u have the arm strength of soggy fries so i alrd fully assigned myself to do the brute work yes. on a srs note, u're my Friend friend. now me making a distinction between a friend n a Friend friend seems terrible but the latter isn't just existing in the same space peacefully, no, i wanna get to a point where u n i fight over small things n make up 5 mins later. i want us to bonk e/o on the heads. i want sm henpecking going on when necessary. ik u can be relied on for that level of #trust
❤️🩹 ─ *n this is why i wanna meet u irl. i want this so bad it's actually embarassing
🗣 ─ yes but if u're enjoying life away from this lawless wasteland n its chronically online weirdos i can do nothing but let u be. get that fresh O². touch that grass
🍅 ─ why the hell would i give u this. why. not in a million yrs. unless... ☹ peace n luv on planet earth indeed. later i'm peeling chilled fruits n sharing it w u on the front porch as we watch the sun set alongside édith piaf's hymne à l'amour
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memento mori
Ch.4: Poison Ivy
I throw open the front door of Dad’s house and yell for him. My voice is frantic and I know it’ll scare the shit out of him, but I’ve searched all over town and Bella is nowhere. I finally find him in the backyard working on the garden I abandoned when I left for college.
“Dad! Where’s Bella? I can’t find her anywhere and it’s kind of important. I need to find her now.”
Dad jumps and puts a hand over his heart. “Geez, kid. You scared the hell outta me.”
“Sorry, I just… I need to find Bella is all.”
“Oh, she’s with Alice Cullen.”
“Wait, Cullen?” I won’t think about that implication right now. I won’t think about how there’s always been a Cullen in The Society and how the current one is one of my favorite guys to partner up with. Nope. That’s a problem for later.
“Yeah. She’s one of the kids Dr. Cullen adopted. Do you know them somehow already? You seem shocked.” Charlie’s brows furrow together. “Rosie, are you feeling okay?”
“I’m fine.” I answer too quickly and Charlie doesn’t look convinced at all. “Really, I’m fine. I just… have a graduation present for her that I want to give her before graduation… because I want her to have it… because of all the parties…”
Charlie puts a hand on his hip. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“Condoms,” I blurt out, confident in my lie. “I bought her condoms because she has a boyfriend and she’s a teenager and-”
He waves his hand and heads back to the house. “Don’t wanna hear it! But, uh, maybe you should get them to her, uh, sooner rather than later.”
“That’s the plan!” I shoot him some finger guns, feeling relief wash over me. “Where do the Cullens’ live?”
He points left. “That way, edge of town, can’t miss it.”
“Cool. Thanks, Dad.”
“No problem.” He’s clearly deliberating asking me something, but before I can ask him what it is, he continues on. “Rosie, you didn’t just… have those… did you?”
I wrinkle my nose. “Ew, Dad, what kind of girl do you think I am? I got ‘em from CVS like a normal person. Fresh and unopened like my-”
“Okay! Bye!” Dad disappears inside the house and I laugh to myself.
I’m not necessarily proud of making up such a shitty, uncomfortable lie, but it did give me a glimpse of what a normal life would be. It leaves a sad ache in my stomach. Things could’ve been so different. I could’ve been better. I could’ve done better.
But there is no time for those thoughts.
Gotta save my sister from her own stupidity.
Do they even know what’s coming for them? Have they figured it out? Am I the one who’s late to the party? It wouldn’t be the first time I jumped head first into a job and ended up being the last to know anything. I really doubt this’ll be the last time either. I think impulsivity is a curse from my mom, but she’d probably disagree. I love her, but I didn’t want to waste my childhood raising her. That’s why I chose to stay primarily with Dad.
I’m so lost in thought as I climb in my car that I almost miss the poison ivy sitting on my windshield.
Mother fucker.
He was here?
God, I really am losing my edge being back home.
I make quick work of the drive to the Cullen household. The driveway is a bitch and a half to find, taking me more than two drive bys to actually find. Their house is buried deep in the forest, the road leading to the house long and winding. I spot Bella’s truck parked out front instantly.
My training says to barge in and start demanding total cooperation from them, but I can hear Dad in the back of my head telling me I need to be polite to people. But the Cullens’ aren’t people, are they?
I’ve got my fist hovering in front of the door when it swings open and a tall, blond man greets me with a kind smile.
“Roseanna, please, come in. I’m Carlisle Cullen.” He steps to the side and makes a sweeping gesture with his arm, inviting me into his home. “Welcome to our home.”
The hair on the back of my neck stands on end and it feels like every cell in my body is suddenly on fire. I don’t like this. I don’t like stepping into a house full of vampires without more than just a knife strapped to the inside of my thigh. I don’t like knowing that my sister is inside, sitting with them, acting like they’re people instead of the supernatural monsters they are. Above all else, I don’t like the fact I’m having to ignore my instincts and play nice with vampires. I loathe it in fact.
Carlisle Cullen might be nice, but because of him, because of his family, innocent people have been hurt. Not only Bella, but all those poor kids in Seattle that have been turned in order to come hunt Bella down. So many innocent lives. And for what?
I catch myself staring stoically at Carlisle and blink a couple times before clearing my throat and stepping inside. “Sorry, I zoned out for a second.”
“Does that happen often? I have some experience with Agents from The Society and I’ve found their medical history to be singular amongst humans-”
“I’m not human.” Not fully.
Carlisle gives me a pitiful smile as he guides me to the living room. “Yes, of course.”
“Maybe she prefers the term witch, Carlisle.” Edward is sitting on the couch with Bella, half hiding her from me.
Jesus, what an absolute dick.
“Edwina,” I say nodding at him. “Lovely to see you again.”
I’m not completely socially unaware. I know they’re just as tense as I am, but what I don’t know is why. Yes, I’m in league with The Society. Yes, I could kill all of them without breaking a sweat. (Or at least most of them. The big one standing by the fireplace and the other blond man by the stairs might pose an issue). I’m a threat, but they’re the bigger threat. They’re the ones who’ve endangered my sister and now have an army coming for them. Why are they worried about me more than that?
Beside me, Carlisle sighs. “Forgive Edward. We’ve all been a little on edge recently.”
“Because of Seattle? How much do you know?” And does it match what I know?
“We know there have been several killings that the humans have attributed to a serial killer. In reality, it’s newborns. An army of them.”
“Do you know what they want?” My gaze drifts over to Bella. She’s staring at me with a look of frustration, the space between her brows creasing from the intensity of her frown.
Carlisle nods. “We have reason to believe they’re being sent after Bella.”
“What are the reasons?”
“Why do you care?” A petite girl with a pixie cut pipes up from where she stands behind the couch. “This isn’t the first time Bella’s been in trouble. You didn’t show up in Phoenix or Italy. Why now?”
Burning anger flares in my chest and I can feel my blood boiling. “What? What the fuck do you mean why now?” My head snaps back over to Carlisle. “This isn’t the first time something like this has happened?”
“Why do you care now,” the small girl repeats.
“You,” I point a finger at her, “don’t get to ask the questions here. None of you do. It’s best if you act like good little girls and boys and follow your leader.”
That’s how these things go whether they like it or not. I ask the questions, I get the answers, I dispense justice as The Society sees fit. I don’t answer they’re stupid little questions. I don’t play their games. They play by my rules and that’s that.
Almost as if by magic, the Cullen family settles into a sense of calm. I feel none of that calm, but I appreciate whatever has helped take the edge off. I might not like them, but I don’t necessarily want to fight. They haven’t broken any laws except for one. Arguably the biggest one.
Carlisle brings a chair from the kitchen and offers it to me. “Alice is protective of Bella. We all are. Please, have a seat and we’ll answer all your questions. Though, we do have a few of our own if you wouldn’t mind.”
I do mind. I mind quite a lot actually. But as long as the rest of them keep quiet I think I can manage a civil conversation with Carlisle.
Bella chews on her bottom lip, tapping her foot against the floor. She’s dying to speak.
“Go ahead,” I tell her. “Spit it out.”
“What’s The Society?”
“The organization I work for. I’m an Agent there.”
The blond boy by the stairs smirks and steps towards me with his arms crossed over his chest. He’s handsome in a rough, “I could kill you and you’d thank me for it” sort of way. Scars are littered across his skin, catching in the light of the living room as he approaches me. I tilt my head to the side while taking him in.
Handsome.
But not my type.
Felix’s face appears in my mind’s eye and I stamp down a blush.
“You work for The Society?” The blond boy looks me over. “Back in my day they only took the strongest men they could find.”
“That was a long time ago,” I say. “They started recruiting women when they found we could handle the blood magic better. Turns out, the Norse had it right after all. Magic is the woman’s realm.”
Bella sighs. “Okay, but what is The Society.”
“Vampire hunters,” the blond boy says without looking away from me.
I roll my eyes. “Don’t flatter yourself…”
“Jasper Whitlock.” He pauses before tilting his head and saying, “ma’am.”
I hum thoughtfully. “Jasper Whitlock? I’ve seen your file. You have quite the history, don’t you.”
“I try to keep it under wraps these days.”
“Then I guess you’ll be happy to know The Society isn’t keeping tabs on you anymore, Jasper.”
And he does look happy when I tell him. Surprised, sure, but also happy. I get the sense he’s looking for redemption of some sort, and with his history, it makes sense. He must still be trying to prove himself worthy.
I look back at my sister. “I’m not a vampire hunter. The Society takes care of all supernatural creatures. Vampires just happen to make the most noise.”
“Or you watch vampires more closely,” Jasper butts in.
“Well maybe vampires should stop blabbing to humans and drawing attention to themselves.”
“Wait,” Bella says. “Isn’t that what the Volturi are for?”
“The Volturi can be inefficient at times. Also, how do you know about the Volturi?” I think back to Felix’s words from earlier. About how Bella being my sister complicates things. “Okay, I’m going to list off the things I know and the rest of you will fill me in. One, there’s a newborn army in Seattle that has my sister’s scent and is coming for her. Two, the little one mentioned you being in trouble in Italy. Three, the Volturi live in Italy.”
Four, the Volturi are in Seattle.
But I keep that one to myself.
It’s a surprise item that can be used later.
Carlisle sits on the piano bench, taking the hand of a very pretty woman with caramel colored hair. “We believe the newborns were created by a woman named Victoria. During Bella’s first few months here in Forks, she attracted the attention of a tracker named James, and we ended up having to kill him to keep her safe. What we didn’t know at the time was that Victoria was his mate. She swore revenge and this is that revenge.”
I feel my head spin as I slowly piece different stories from the last few months together. “So, when Mom and Dad told me you fell through a window in Phoenix… that was this James and Victoria?”
Bella nods. “Yeah… question for a question?”
I think about it for a second. “Yeah. Okay. What do you wanna know?”
“Where have you been?”
“Charleston mostly, but The Society sends me all over the world. Wherever I’m needed. Why were you in Italy?”
The silence stretches from seconds into minutes. No one answers me, so I take that as an answer in and of itself. “The Volturi found out about you, didn’t they?”
Jasper answers me in a gravelly voice. “They did.”
“They expect her to undergo the change.”
“They do.”
The Society will expect the same if I tell them about Bella. I could lie after all. I could tell them about Victoria’s grudge against the Cullen family and conveniently leave out my baby sister’s involvement.
Bella looks me up and down. “You mentioned… blood magic? What… what are you?”
“I’m…” Hmm, that’s a good question. I sigh and scratch my head. “I don’t fully know, to be honest. I’m human but I’m not fully human. When The Society chooses you they strip you of everything that makes you, well, you. They call it the Rebuilding.”
“What’s happens when they’re rebuilding you?”
It’s my turn to ask questions, but whatever. “We die. They bring us back with blood magic and infuse us with said magic. It protects us from all manner of supernatural abilities and puts us physically on par with the monsters we’re meant to hunt.”
Bella shakes her head. “None of the Cullens’ are monsters! They’re good people!”
I meet Edward’s thunderous expression with one of my own. “That’s subjective.”
“But it’s not!” Bella springs up from the couch, shocking almost everyone in the room, like they’ve never seen her this passionate before. Like they’ve never seen one of her tantrums that used to have me hiding in my room. “They’re not monsters!”
I must’ve stumbled on a touchy subject. “Of course you think that. Stockholm syndrome is a funny thing.”
“God, what is it with all of you treating me like I’m a child?!”
“You are a child, Bella.”
“Am I? Funny how I’m a child now when it’s convenient for your argument, but I wasn’t a child when you ditched me and mom.”
I scoff. “I ditched you and mom? You’re the one who threw a fit every single time we went to see dad and made him start coming to us. How do you think it made him feel that Forks was never good enough for you until it was convenient for you to come back? Mom has her new caretaker now, right? She doesn’t need you anymore. She doesn’t need either of us. You’re just like her. Flighty and demanding as fuck.”
“You’re such a bitch! I wish you never came back!” She stomps up the stairs, Edward and the petite girl going after her.
I excuse myself and step on the porch. My phone buzzes immediately.
Having fun, darling?
I stab at the phone with my pointer finger over and over until the message disappears. I really don't know how Felix managed to get my phone number, but I don't have time to take care of it right now. I'll handle it when I go back to Seattle tonight. Preferably by breaking off each and every one of his fingers.
"Roseanna?" Jasper approaches me carefully, but I can see the curiosity in his golden eyes. None of the Cullens scare me, but there's something wild in Jasper that I recognize. "I'm sure Bella didn't mean what she said. It was just shock."
"Was it though?"
He gives me a wry grin. "Mostly."
"Oh, well in that case I guess I should go back in there and play happy family with all of you, huh?" I laugh in disbelief. "No, Jasper. She meant what she said and I meant what I said. We're on opposite sides here, but she's lost her mind if she thinks I'll sit back and watch her destroy herself."
"So what will you do?"
"First we get rid of the newborns. After that... I'll play it by ear after that."
He crosses his arms over his chest and tilts his head to the side. "The Society won't be happy when you tell them about Bella. They might even consider you compromised."
"Who says I'll tell them anything about Bella?"
"You can hide your thoughts from Edward, you can keep your future from Alice, but The Society will see all of it. You know that."
I sigh. "One problem at a time, okay? I've got the newborns to deal with, Bella's suicide mission, and-" I cut myself off abruptly. Something tells me not to mention Felix to any of the Cullens.
"And?"
"And a massive fucking migraine."
Jasper doesn't believe me. It's obvious. Luckily for me, I don't care if he believes me or not. I push off the porch railing and walk closer to him. He's shorter than Felix and not as muscular, but power still rolls off him in waves.
"Your girlfriend is watching," I say, leaning in to whisper in his ear. "Do they ever leave you alone?"
His mouth doesn't move, but I don't need to hear the answer to know I'm right.
"It's sad," I tell him.
"It's for the best. Otherwise you wouldn't be walking away from this conversation alive."
"Do I smell that good?"
He looks down at me, eyes going black. "Yes."
My phone goes off in my back pocket and Jasper's eyes flicker down, following the sound.
"Does he ever leave you alone?"
I scoff. "If he ever did I'd be worried he's dead."
"Can't have that, can we?"
"No," I say with a smile. "Especially because I'm the only one allowed to kill him."
Jasper is about to smile back when his head snaps to the left. He stares off into the woods. “Do you feel that?”
“There’s someone there.” I know it’s Felix, but I won’t tell Jasper that. “Probably a scout sent by Victoria. I’ll handle it.”
“I’ll come with you.”
“No,” I tell him quickly. “The rest of you should stay here with Bella in case there are more hiding. Strength in numbers.”
Jasper doesn’t like my answer, but heads back in the house. I take off and jog into the woods. Felix is everywhere, but nowhere. I can’t pinpoint him but I can taste his anger in the air. I feel like he’s chasing me as I run deeper into the woods, corralling me to a specific spot. Fear spikes in my chest. I’m not used to feeling like prey. I feel helpless. Mindless.
I should have never came back.
The thought echoes around and around in my head while I run. My breathing comes in ragged short pants that only bounce off the trees around me. I still can’t see him anymore but I know he’s there. The hairs on the back of my neck stand straight in fear, rain pelting down and soaking me to the core. He’s still there. Still hunting.
I should have stayed in Charleston and ignored Dad’s plea to come back to Forks. The hell with The Society and their missions too. Maybe then I wouldn’t be running for my life through a once familiar but now forgotten forest, death hot on my heels.
“Fuck,” I scream. My clumsy feet finally stumble over a tree root and I topple to the ground, my knees scraped and bleeding from impact. My blood turns cold as I realize I won’t be getting up any time soon. My ankle snapped during the fall.
Fuck.
No.
Get up, get up, get up.
But it’s useless.
His eyes, those terrifying red eyes, peer at me in amusement when he takes in my splayed body on the ground. My chest heaves with each laborious breath. He smiles. Reaches out a hand. I scoot backwards, palms bruised and cracked against the rough forest floor. I watch his smile grow ever larger, more predatory.
“Hello, darling.”
“Asshole,” I mutter to myself.
“You didn’t answer my text.”
“I was busy.”
Something I can’t quite name flashes in Felix’s eyes. “Would you have let him touch you if he wanted to?”
He’s talking about Jasper, I know he is.
He saw us.
“Did you follow me from Seattle?” I peer up at him, blinking to keep the rain out of my eyes.
Felix kneels down beside me and takes my hands in his own, pointedly ignoring me. His fingers brush over my scraped palms. Blood smears over my skin as well as his.
“You should be more careful,” he tells me as he stands. “I don’t like to share what’s mine.”
“What’s yours?”
“You. My prey. My plaything. Stay away from him or else I’ll make you.”
Before I can answer, he’s gone and I’m forced to get up on my own and limp back to the house. At least it will lend credence to my newborn story if I’m injured. There’s no possible way for them to figure out what actually happened.
As the house gets closer, Jasper comes out to meet me. He offers his arm, but I reject it, Felix’s words echoing around in my head. I don’t like the Cullen family. It’s hard to like something I’m genetically modified to hate. But I’ll be damned if anything happens to them because I’ve got a psycho stalker.
“Well?” Jasper prompts me.
“It’s taken care of.”
“Good.”
I’m suddenly bone tired, all my fight and fire draining out of me with a heavy sigh. Rain continues to drench me while I stand in the driveway. “I’m done for the day, I think. I need to rest and give my ankle a few hours to heal.”
Jasper nods. “Agents heal quickly, right?”
“Yeah. Freaky quick. Call it a consolation prize for all the other shit we have to deal with.” I give a halfhearted smile. “I know Bella’s still pissed at me, so make sure she gets home safe.”
“Always do.” He shoves a hand in his pocket before hesitating, a grimace marring his features. After another second of debate he pulls his hand out of his pocket and shoves a piece of paper in my hand. “My number. We’re working with the Quileute shifters in La Push to take on the newborns and we need all the bodies we can get. Having you would come in handy.”
“Careful, Whitlock. That almost sounds like a compliment.” I add his number to my phone quickly, knowing I’ll pass out from pure emotional exhaustion the second I get to my hotel room. “I’ll get in touch tomorrow to talk strategy.”
“Don’t die before the fight.”
I chuckle, turning and walking to my car. “No promises.”
My drive to Seattle passes in a blur. I know I go through more than a few red lights on my way back, but I can’t find it in me to care. All I can think about is the bottle of red wine in the mini bar of my room and the bathtub.
No sooner than I’m settled in bed wrapped up in a fluffy complimentary robe do I feel him. He’s just on the other side of the door. I know he’ll have no problem breaking the lock, but my wards will hold and keep him out. In the mean time I should probably text Jasper to find out more about the shifters he mentioned. The Society doesn’t have anything on the Quileute. I would’ve noticed if they did.
Seconds later, just as predicted, Felix swings the door open. There’s a look of triumph on his face when he sees me on the bed. As if he’s proud of me for being alone.
I take a deep breath.
"I don't have time for you right now."
Felix isn't the slightest bit deterred by my anger. He actually seems amused by it. The corners of his lips curl in a vicious grin as he steps over the threshold of my hotel room. He looks down at his feet, back up at me, and his smile grows.
"It appears your wards failed, darling. I think we both know what that means."
No. He's wrong. My wards don't fail. They never fail. The only way they wouldn't work would be if I didn't actually want to keep him out...
"You're attracted to me," Felix states simply. "Just admit it and the rest of this will be much simpler."
"You're insane." I hate how shaky I sound, so I clear my throat. "You're the last thing I would be attracted to."
"Hmm, you're lying to me, Roseanna. I don't like being lied to."
I grip my phone, Jasper's name and an empty text still pulled up on the screen. If I move my finger just a little-
"Don't," Felix commands. "I allowed you to take his number, but you'll never get to use it. I could've ripped his head off when he touched you, but I didn't."
"Why?"
"To teach you a lesson, my poison ivy. You're mine and mine alone. Any other man who touches, speaks to you, looks at you will do so only because I allow it. Remember that."
He's been slowly stalking toward me the entire time, cornering me just like the first time we met. I shiver when he reaches out and brushes the hair away from my neck. His touch sends shockwaves through my body.
"You want me, Roseanna. I can smell it on you. You're dripping wet and it's all for a monster. I'm starting to think the fear and the hate turns you on more than anything else."
He's... right. Fuck, he's right.
I let him wrap his arms around me and pull me into his body. He's a solid wall of muscle that could kill me in the blink of an eye, but I enjoy the feel of him against me.
Felix presses his lips to my throat in a soft kiss. "I'm going to keep my promise from earlier. I won't fuck you until you're on your knees begging for it."
"That'll never happen." I can't speak louder than a whisper.
I feel him smile against my skin. "Another lie. I should bend you over my knee for that."
I'm in trouble.
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WOLF GAME
THE WOLF GAME - PART 4
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MISAKI MORI : C'mon on guys! L-Let’s get along! If we join forces, we can definitely get out of this place together!
RITSU KAMIKI : People who talk like that tend to die early in these situations, y'know?
MISAKI MORI : Wh-What!? Die early!? Anyway, let's get going!
TAKUYA TSUCHIYA : Even if we work together, a wolf might end up killing someone, right?
MAKI TAKAYAMA : You don't really think someone will kill someone do you!?
SATORU YONEMORI : If they don't kill a sheep, they will be executed, right? They have to kill someone.
KOU NIIMURA : Only if what that absurd doll says is true...
CHIE KOMIYA : S-So the wolf m-might really kill someone...
A heavy, indescribably tension began to fill the air. Some were anxious, others eyeing each other up. As if trying to assess who the wolf amongst us was.
SATORU YONEMORI : This is getting us nowhere. We should explore the building some more.
RINTAROU IIDA : That sounds like a good idea~♪ Exploring is fun~!
TAKEO KOJIMA : It's dangerous to explore alone. And it'll be too slow if we all go together. We should each pair up and divide the exploration.
MISAKI MORI : That sounds like a smart idea.
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In the end, I wound up searching the third floor with Misaki. Kou and Miho were paired up and to explore the other half of the third floor.
MISAKI MORI : The circumstances aren't great, but it's nice to meet you!
KOU NIIMURA : We should start the exploration right away.
MIHO KAIDOU : Yeah, everyone be careful. Keep your guard up. Anything could happen from this moment forward.
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Misaki Mori, 19 years old.
A kind girl who speaks in the Kansai dialect. She is a self-proclaimed otaku who is in love with rhythm games. She appears to be dressed in some sort of cosplay. She's very friendly and often strikes up conversations with the other participants. Even if she becomes a wolf, she doesn't seem capable of killing anyone. Honestly, she's just my type.
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MISAKI MORI : What is this place? It looks like some kind of classroom or something...
ME : Yeah, it's kinda weird.
MISAKI MORI : Yeah...It's giving me the creeps...And look, the windows are all boarded shut.
ME : Probably so we can't escape through them.
MISAKI MORI : Oh, and look, there are flowers on the desk. I wonder what that's all about...It doesn't give a good feeling, does it...?
MISAKI MORI : Huh...There's also some scratches on the desk and something in the drawer.
ME : A piece of paper?
MISAKI MORI : There's something written on it...Oh...
ME : "We are all very sad to say that Yuuya has passed away. Today we will be holding a memorial ceremony for Yuuya from all of us in his class."
ME : ...This is terrible...But what does it mean...?
MISAKI MORI : How sad...
MISAKI MORI : Oh, look over here...There's something written on the blackboard too. "To the sheep : Have you yet to realize your true selves?"
ME : Our true selves? The hell does that mean?
MISAKI MORI : Is it trying to convey something to us...? Well, we have other rooms to search, we should go check them, right?
ME : Y-Yeah, let's do that.
MISAKI MORI : Shall I lead the way?
ME : Yeah, thanks.
MISAKI MORI : This is such a spacious room! Huh...All the windows in here are boarded up too...
ME : There really is no way outta this place.
MISAKI MORI : I guess all we can do is investigate further.
As I look around, I find a bag resting against a bench. It looks to be Kou's belongings. Inside there is a laptop, a tablet, and a couple other technological devices. It's all meticulously organized. It seems Kou is a very neat person.
Next to his bag is Misaki's bag. Inside is a cute handkerchief that is neatly folded. She seems to like cute things.
ME : Huh? There's a stack of papers here. They look like medical papers from a hospital or something.
MISAKI MORI : Why would something like that be here?
ME : It says... "Psychiatry" on it... I think we should meet back up with the others and show them what we found.
MISAKI MORI : Yeah, that's a good idea. They've probably finished their searches too. We can go over all the evidence.
After completing our search, Misaki and I returned to the main area of the building to meet up with the others.
#Wolf Game#Wolf Game Another#Wolf Game translation#Wolf Game another translation#狼ゲーム#狼ゲームtranslation#Zetsubou Prison#絶望プリズン#Zetsubou Prison translation#絶望プリズン translation#Wolfpart4
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❝ i’m not going in a graveyard. ❞ AprilAlto
❝ i think i just saw something move outside your window…is someone watching us? ❞ JamesCarol
❝ s-scared? me? i’m not..scared. ❞ PluckPeko
You go it!!
"No." Alto sighed as her girlfriend stood there, arms crossed. "Come on! It's only for thirty minutes!" April shook her head "I'm not going in a graveyard." The two were standing outside of one as it was Alto's bright idea. She wanted to go there, at midnight and try to catch a ghost on camera. "Pleeeeeeease!!! I really wanna do this and you can brag about it to Julian!!" April scoffed "And risk meeting a ghost? No way in hell!" That caused Alto to sweatdrop as April stood her ground "Ya know I live with ghosts, they actually aren't that bad." The demon wasn't moving an inch as the wind made the leaves rustle. "I'm getting outta here." April sighed leaving the punk only to be followed.
"Thanks for inviting me over." James sighed as he sat on Carol's bed as she brought up some hot chocolate. Sitting beside him she grinned. "No problem, we would have raking leaves much longer if Mel didn't call you." The two then heard a loud rustling and laughter. Mori must have found the pile. "So what are your plans? We can watch a movie or maybe head to the Lounge?" Carol asked as she sipped her drink. James smiled at her beauty but noticed something. A figure.......with glowing yellow eyes and long grey hair just peering at him through the window before disappearing. "I think I just saw something move outside your window…is someone watching us?"
Why did he agree to this???? Pluck clung to Emma's jacket as the group walked through the haunted house. Peko and Flynn were in the front with the idol even cheerfully humming to herself. Meanwhile he was in the back scared out of his mind. Then the actors jumped out dressed as slashers and crazed killers. Peko was having the best time......Pluck wasn't. "Plucky? Are you ok?" She said as the gang wasn't continuing the walk "Are you scared?" Pluck gulped "S- Scared? I'm not...scared. Not at all!" Gregory snickered "Scaredy-baby." Pluck huffed "I'm not a scaredy-baby!!" Emma looked at him with a frown. "Then why would you the only one screaming?" He huffed and Peko giggled moving skipping along, what a night....
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A HARSH 'POW' rushed through the firing range, as a final set of buckshot ripped through the surface of the target. The results were in– the first full test run of the foundry's latest shotgun were complete, two last shells spent in clean order.
"Hooo-wee~! How's that for a kick in the head?" rang a sharp voice. Its owner, a woman, whose hair was drawn out in messy white spikes. Between bagged red eyes and a scarred face, her smile remained absolutely elated— wild, even, as she slid a pair of black ear protectors onto her neck. Three individuals stood by her side: a pair of young smiths to her right— both with their own aprons and ear protectors, watching intently— and a quiet assistant to her left, slick black hair over his spectacles, and a tablet in his hand.
"...yeah, alright! I like it! Loud 'n clear, like any proper shottie," the woman exhaled, breaking open the chamber and removing the spent shells with a single pull of a gloved hand. Quickly placing the pieces down, she closed the gun right back up before turning it over in her grasp, her gaze thoroughly scanning its surfaces.
"Through each round, the weight was nice... never doesn't feel right in a standard grip, an' on top o' that, nothin' hitched or seized, I could feel it. Alright, here– don't drop this, now..." she snickered, almost throwing the thing to the nearest smith's hands. With a bit of a stammer, they took care to catch it and hold it close to their chest. Or... maybe placing it on the closest counter was a better idea.
Glancing back up, she framed the target in her hands, her expression brightening. "And... well, shucks. Looks like the spread's right inside the proper set o' stripes. How 'bout it, Mark?"
"Your observations are well-placed, Miss Morrigan," the assistant spoke up. A few taps on his tablet pulled the target closer along the upper rail it hung from, as he stepped forward, motioning towards it. "Between each of the four firing tests, pellet distribution has proven to be within the client's specified parameters... to an excellent degree."
Nodding politely, he placed his hands behind his back with a small smile. "Good apprentices, I bid your work as naught but exemplary."
At that, Morrigan soon piped back up. "Ya' hearin' that, boys? I say you guys've done passed your exam! Once this gets into production, you both can count on me to print yer' names right on the design doc." Approaching the pair, she finally clapped their shoulders, giving them each a proud grin. "Much as I'm Head Designer... you've earned yer' places with this. Proud o' you boys."
The rookie smiths began to celebrate and holler a little, giving each other a high five and pumping their arms with evident enthusiasm. Morrigan could only shake her head, and chuckle right back.
"Congratulations, you two. Now, go an' take a load off in the canteen! Crane's orders!"
After the lads managed to jog right out of the firing range, quiet finally returned to the room. The woman glanced back to the shotgun on the counter, picking it up and examining it once more. Leaning herself back against the booth table, gun in hands, she heard Mark speak up:
"I know that much is evident, Mori... but you seem to be in good spirits."
She turned her gaze to him, not moving, an almost incredulous glint in her red eyes. "O' course I am. What, is a healthy smile on my face such a sight to see after... how long, ten years?"
"I meant nothing by it, friend. It's simply nice to see you happy for your fellow smiths," he chuckled, taking off his lenses to wipe them with a rag. "Besides, CraneTech is going to see another useful tool in its roster, soon, and by no small amount of good work. I can see how you appreciate that, yes?"
"By all means. Plus, if there's one other thing I'm sure of..."
She swung right back to the damaged target, aiming sharply down the sights of the shotgun. A low chuckle sharpened her already-devilish grin.
"... it's that Management is gonna' get a right kick outta' this."
#( archive exhibition ) // drabble.#(( back from a few days of doing schoolwork to introduce A NEW OC >:LLLLL#got inspired by toastie having at BL2 and wanted to try my hand at something brewing in my brain for a while now#go ahead and look through the readmore to check who it is >:3c#( behind every barrel is a vision ) // morrigan.
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Omg I really hope I’m not annoying you with these! Please do take your time responding and if I send things a little too much please let me know and I’ll send less things! (´∀｀)
OMG? You’re so real for that Mori & Fukuchi need to walk outta the room and YOURE ALSO REAL FOR THE CHARACTER POTENTIAL PART. I see a lot of people talk about what Mori’s done which yes I agree it’s pretty bad but I don’t think they see the part he plays in the plot which is pretty interesting!! Also, we have similar favorite characters!! ＾＾
OMGGG I love editing in general but giving gifts is my way of returning a favor, etc. LIKEE Its something I enjoy doing so in the favor of you returning the friendship I feel I’ll make an edit for you BUTTTT Im a bit slow on editing like I take forever so I’ll probably make it for you and once I do reveal myself, I will post it on here and let you know! (If you still haven’t known who I am, I will let you know my user.)
I assume we will get along very well (we already have been) considering we both talk quite as much!!! ＾＾
YOU’RE TOO CORRECT! (get it? whoops I kinda did yosano dirty there but yk) Sigma is my favorite character ＾＾ I find his behavior/personality to be like mine so he’s a very comforting character!!
I have tons of pets and if I eventually can I’ll have to show you some of them ＾＾ I am 100% an animal lover and I love anteaters for some reason they just look so silly!! I also like red pandas and cats, I actually have 3 cats!! How many pets do you have? ☆
not at all sweetheart!! please talk all you want about anything you feel like and I will do my best to respond as quickly as possible :)
definitely!! I am all for Mori slander but he does play a huge role in everything that has happened and realistically speaking - he is the best boss Port Mafia can have and he is highly intelligent person as well, no doubt about it so I am interested to see what is exactly the trick of his proposition to Fukuzawa, because I am sure there is a trick behind it but we will see :D as for Fukuchi, he can rot away i d c, I hate his old nasty farting ass ew
I am happy to hear we share a lot of favorites!! :D AND PLEASEEE, DON'T OVERSTRESS YOURSELF WITH IT AT ALL!! I absolutely love your love language/returning favors, I think it's adorable and lovely but just know there is no pressure on you in any possible way! If you feel like making it at some point, take your time and take breaks, I appreciate you as a person regardless of whether you made/did something for me :)
Also! I still am not quite sure who you are, but take your time with revealing yourself and if you want it to stay between us, you can share your user in ask box and I won't reply, if that's what would make you feel more comfortable :)
ALSO!! WE SURE WILL, I DON'T DOUBT IT AT ALL BUT AS YOU SAID - WE ALREADY DO, SO :D
hehe! I am happy to hear I am too correct! (says this as yosano kinnie, crawled in a corner..jkjk) and I get it, so you are a sweet Sigma kinnie, that's so lovely but you need a hug so here comes a huuugeeee one from me to you!! I agree, he is really comforting character, I do love him with my whole heart :)
OOO I AM EXCITED TO SEE THEM!! HOW MANY PETS DO YOU HAVE BESIDES 3 CATS? AND 3 CATS SOUNDS LOVELY, TELL ME ABOUT THEM!!
I HAVE ONLY ONE CAT HOWEVER THERE ARE FEW STRAYS THAT CONSTANTLY CHILL IN MY YARD AND I FEED THEM AND ALL SO I COUNT THEM AS MY OWN TOO LOL, SO ONE INSIDE AND 3 (changeable number) OUTSIDE :D <3
ANTEATERS ARE SO SILLY AND CUTE! I LOVE THEM SO MUCH AND THEIR TONGUES ARE SO FUNNY AND AS FOR RED PANDAS - ABSOLUTELY THE CUTEST!! I LOVE PANDAS IN GENERAL, THEY ARE LIKE HUGE DRUNK, DRAMATIC TODDLERS AND THEY OWN MY HEART!!
also i am as well an animal lover!! i really adore animals of all kinds, they are just all so precious and unique and i adore them!! :) <3
#stinkyanswers#sparkly anon hehe#WHAT OTHER ANIMALS DO U HAVE#THIS IS SO ADORABLE AAA 3 CATS I CANT#AND ALWAYS TALK AS MUCH AS YOU WANT SPARKLY!!#I DONT MIND AT ALL!!!!#animals are literally the best existence ever
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i would like the pacific rim fandom so much more (read: at all) if they would talk about literally any part of the movie that isnt tHe GaY sCIeNtiStZ
#smashy the cache#anyway this is a stacker pentacost house and a mako mori house and a raleigh beckett gets pegged house and a kaiju house#can you believe ppl had the audacity to call uprising a bad movie bc teh gayz werent hashtag confirmed#LIKE DID YALL PAY A N Y ATTENTION TO THE PLOTLINE WHERE JOHN BOYEGA SAVES THE WORLD THROUGH THE POWER OF FOUND FAMILY TROPES#also the sexy ceo lady who remote ops that kids jaeger#that part was 👌#BUT NO YOU ONLY CARED ABOUT YOUR SHITTY LITTLE NERDS#LIKE GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE I DONT HAVE TIME FOR YOU#the only critique of uprising i accept is what they did to mako which was Bad#to this day i am amazed and their ability to take an amazing movie and boil it down to the two Least interesting characters
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