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not-a-big-slay · 1 year

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Until it doesn't hurt

kaz brekker x fem!reader

warnings: talks of murder, slavery,

a/n: long ahh chapter, but thats what you get as an apology for waiting. i didnt forget about this series and id be damned if i ever would. there are only two chapters left- part 12 and the epilogue, so please stick around and i will try to get them out sooner than this chapter. it was almost half a fuckin year??!!! oh i need a wake up call goddamn. anyway, thank you for reading it and the positive comments here and on wattpad! enjoy this chapter :)

part 11/13:

previous part: part 10

next part: part 12

masterlist

taglist (sorry to bother everyone, i know it has been 5 months..):

@chickencouncilrep

@venomsvl

@happy-nico

comment to be added, two chapters left

"Sounds risky."

"It is."

"And suicidal."

"Yes."

"Also impossible."

"Very much so."

Jesper was amused by the conversation between Inej and Y/N. He has learned his poker partner had only a day left to finish her job. Killing Pekka Rollins couldn't be easy, so when she knocked on the door of Inej's old room, he could see just how anxious Y/N was and how desperate her voice rang when she proposed teaming up with his old friend. Their shared feeling of duty may help them cooperate and increase chances of ending the monster's life. However Inej's former enlightment that came from the hitman's good idea now seemed lost as Y/N shared her deadly plan.

Jesper was just happy to be in the same room, he didn't feel included, nor should he. It wasn't like he would join them, but even men living from the adrenaline of risks would doubt this scheme. It included too many holes that would serve trouble to sneek in "I don't know, Y/N." voiced her uncertanty Inej, "I understand you have limited time, but I'd rather be late than dead." Jesper agreed silently by nodding as they watched the girl think with furrowed eyebrows, not realizing she already is one of those choices. Jesper cleared his throat, he really didn't want to speak, but he couldn't allow Y/N to drag his friend to provoke death herself. "It's not exactly... bulletproof, is it?"

The plan goes as this: Y/N would send a message to Rollins, preferably not a dreg messenger, to meet him somewhere yet not disclosed where. First hole: the Dime Lions' leader will not listen to a mysterious note and probably will not come. Y/N reassured them he will, but didn't gave them a reason to believe that. After the target arrives at the place that's, again, still non-existent, he comes to face Y/N and some 'old friend', as the girl said. Second hole: Y/N won't tell them many key details to the plan, they are just supposed to

"Trust me, it will work."

Inej sighed loudly, clearly trying to find trust in this girl within her. "Are you sure he'll come alone?" she pointed out a part of the plan where they will meet Rollins alone. Third hole, for obvious reasons. "He won't have a reason not to. Our only leverage is that he doesn't suspect I know you, he still thinks I'm on my own." the hitman cleared up and ran a hand through her hair. At least she briefly explained to them that she had met Rollins before, that her job was sort of a revenge, but didn't tell them for what, nor they expected her to. Jesper wanted to keep his mouth shut, but it seemed he was the only one that saw another problem with her statement. "Remind me then, Y/N." the person mentioned turned her gaze away from the table covered under the map of Ketterdam and pleaded him to continue, "What did Rollins do exactly when he found out you were on your own? Kidnapped you is what." he didn't give her time to answer, because it wasn't a question. Finding her bloodied and strapped to a chair with Kaz pointing a gun at her was an unpleasant sight, more unpleasant was Y/N's story about how she got there. The image of the night appeared as if on cue in his mind and made him add: "And who was robbing him on the night you escaped?" Y/N's hands pushed themselves off the table before her legs started to slowly pace the room, hopefully thinking about Jesper's words.

"That's true. His guards saw us all escaping, there is no way you are considered to be alone." Inej supported his doubts and made the girl stop in tracks, her back facing them. Candles lit the room brightly and they flickered when Jesper thought about his utter confusion after finding out Kaz and Y/N knew each other since childhood. He assumed Kaz was born a teenager with insanity inside his genes, the thought of him being a demon that crawled out from hell also crossed his mind. No one knew exactly about his past, no one except maybe for Y/N, but since they seem to hate each other now, it's probably for their own good to not posses the knowledge of Kaz as a child. It was silence for a while until Y/N's words cut through it. "Well, he might be stupid enough to come alone," she let out a sigh and Jesper swore he saw goosebumps on her neck as she finished the sentence, "but not naïve enough to think Kaz would help me."

After Rollins arrives, Inej- present in the skies- will make sure he is indeed alone, or she gets rid of any other presence. Y/N aspires for the place of meeting to be dark, so Inej is not seen while working. After doing so, the spider will stand in the dark behind Pekka, waiting for her cue to put a knife on his throat. Jesper assumes there will be some dialogue between Y/N and Rollins before the two kill him, he fancies it as some sort of drama play they often held on Eil Komedie in a theater. He'd definitely took Wylan to see this play with him, but would rather avoid the same scenario in real life. And how they kill him: the hitman will shoot him, somewhere fatal but where he won't die instantly. Then, she will hit him until only a toe is left touching the alive side of border between life and death. Inej will then 'keep her promise'. or simply put, carve his heart out. Brutal, but poetic in Jesper's opinion. He will die a painful death, Y/N gets her money and revenge and Inej finishes a long undone job, everybody wins.

The girl turned to them, she saw the hesitation in their eyes and walked closer. "I know it's dangerous, but if we won't do it, someone else will." Jesper sinked into confusion and let it show on his face freely, Y/N for his sake quickly explained. "Someone, who holds grudges, will come for him. And they might do it in a more stupid and unprepared way. And then we will hate ourselves for not taking the risk." She looked at Inej and finished: "There's not enough Pekkas for everyone's revenge" Inej stared at her as the mastermind opened her mouth with one last question to ask: "Are you in?" Her eyes digged in Inej as they awaited for answer. She looked at Jesper first, as though he would somehow help. The boy just shrugged, what else to do, he is not part of it. She turned to Y/N again and a simple movement of her head made her understand and walk towards the door.

As she opened it, she turned to Inej and said: "Tomorrow night, after 4 bells until midnight, east stave, just behind Smeet Residence. You'll know." and left. Jesper watched Inej dragging her finger along the map and stopping at the possible building Y/N mentioned. She examined it, the boy could almost hear her mind as she thought about the route she'll take, her eyes caressing the paper streets and houses. Smeet residence belongs to Cornelis Smeet, he played cards with him before when they tried to save Inej from Van Eck. The feeling of nostalgia and warmth hit him. Oh, to go back as things were.

"Do you really trust her?"

"Did you trust she won't hurt you when you brought her to Wylan's house?"

He smiled, he really shouldn't have done that. Even when the question was probably rhetorical, he answered with a serious face. "Yes." Y/N seemed like anything but a liar. Sure, she didn't tell them much about her or the plan, but she didn't feed them lies so they would agree. And he did felt safe with her on that night. He didn't know her for long, but a trace of trust began in him. Inej, as if his thoughts written themselves on his eyes, knew what he was thinking about and smiled.

"Then yes, I trust her."

Oh, how he missed Inej.

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She cursed herself with every step she took.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

It rang in her head every time her lungs ate the air.

Bad idea. Bad idea. Bad idea.

Yet everything stopped when she was staring at the tall bulding present at the very end of 5th Harbor. After Y/N spat out her trauma on Kaz, she sent a letter to her employer, who unfortunetely happened to be Deln. She never wanted to see him again and after meeting him in the church, she somehow got over the fact that she has to take her payment from him, so encoutering that man twice was unavoidable. Yet she almost puked when she wrote the letter that was begging him to see her. The letter didn't say much, she wanted to tell him about the plan personally, so feelings could be voiced and maybe even manipulate him to cooperate. Y/N also chose to tell him right before the plan starts, so he wouldn't have a choice or time to make up his mind. She has yet to admit Deln is crucial to her plan though, Rollins won't go alone without him present and will run if he won't see him there, a bussiness partner, a person that sold her to him all those years ago,

an old friend.

A chill ran down her back, even though it was quite a warm evening, no wind at the sea either. She looked at the watchtower again. The Council of Tides was supposed to look out for the sea and harbors, but one hardly saw them. As far as Y/N knew, the stadwatch was patroling the harbors. She wondered if anyone is up there, if the council even existed. They could have just built many watchtowers and manipulate a feeling of safety into people. Trust is a powerful tool. At that moment, Y/N felt uncertain that Deln will arrive. She chose to meet with a slaver at the council's feet. Not that they would care about some barrel rats, but he could play a scaredy cat.

The sound of heavy boots on the cobblestone, that decorated almost the whole Ketterdam, and the feeling of the world closing in on her while a heavy stone crashed her chest, the feeling she only gets around one person, were the signs Deln wasn't afraid. Y/N listened to him creeping closer, the old urge to run fighting with her, before she finally turned around and faced him again after 11 days.

"Snowflake" he exclaimed happily, the word shooting Y/N in her throat, drying it up. She hated how afraid he made her feel. It's been years, she was supposed to move on. Hopefully, she will after this is over. Maybe the afterlife exists and will forgive her for her sins after all. That gave her hope and courage to form a fake smile for the show. "Deln." she greeted him with a nod. The man stopped before her and put his hands on his hips, shaking his head with a smile. He seemed very pleased to see her, what a disturbing thing to notice. "Oh, it has been far too long."

As much as she needed to play nice, Y/N didn't resist rolling her eyes at that. "Could we not?" she tried to not let the harsh tone into her voice, but expected failuire. Deln just chuckled upon her response, but his smile disappeared shortly after, the friendly tone nowhere to be found when he asked: "What do you want? Job's done?" Y/N quietly sighed in relief he was finally himself before answering. "Almost. I came here to offer you a first row view at the murder of Pekka Rollins. The price? I get to use you as a distraction." the hitman smiled and tried to sell it to him as traders on the streets taught her. As much as he loved a good advertisement, Deln shook his head and scoffed.

"Still too proud to ask me for help?"

If I was proud, you'd drown in your blood 10 days ago.

"You will just stand around, doing nothing, watching your enemy to die." she said instead, "I'd even say I'm helping you."

Deln smiled and turned around to walk in circles, he always did that when thinking. The waves crashed as the sun almost fell asleep behind horizont, first and only stars slowly lit their light in the deep blue sky. Y/N wished Ketterdam was clearer, so the stars could shine brightly as they deserved. The slavery she lived in had always a hole in the roof in the back. When she couldn't sleep, she used to look at the night heavens above, naming the few little planets present. There were always only five she could see. First was named Fala, it was the smallest star out of all of them, easy to remember. Second got the name Nerezza, that happened to be the first star that appeared and the last to go away. For the third star Y/N came up with Lilith, named after a child that died by the cruel hand of Deln, she was the brightest. She didn't named the last one for a long time, it wasn't special, just lonely and always the farthest away from the rest. Yet after Rollins took her and then she returned to the place she hoped to never see again, the fifth star shined brighter than ever, still alone, but the four seemed to bow to it. Just then, full of anger and spite, she named them all.

"Oh, Y/N." his voice woke her up and the girl saw him stop. His back faced her and she could fully see the hump in it, his spine visible in the plain shirt he wore. Deln suddenly turned around, his brows furrowed, eyes darted in her, deep in thought. He realized.

"I'm already a part of this, huh?"

Y/N thought of the messanger that patiently waited for the 7th bell to ring through the city. "Rollins will expect you, he is only coming because of you," she inhaled the salt wind from the sea,

"he will die tonight because of you."

Deln's eyes showed he finally got the full importance of his part. Y/N knew she wouldn't have to bother with retelling her plan, she just needed to let him know Rollins will be alone and in the streets. And all of that depends on him, he cannot back out if he wants Pekka dead, because he is already involved.

"Everything fails without me."

He made himself sound important, which he was, but Y/N still cringed. He won't even move a finger and still praised himself for helping. She put it past her though, the 7th bell rang. The message is on it's way. "In a few minutes," the hitman started to walk slowly to Deln, "Pekka Rollins will get a message from you, saying you want to discuss your affairs. You told him to come alone, a conversation between 4 eyes. You also mentioned me being there, as a ransom in your favor." She wanted to continue, but the man stopped her. "Hold on, why do you think Rollins wants to do anything with you?" Y/N stopped as he interrupted and swalllowed when she was reminded of the night they kindapped her.

"If you wouldn't have left me, there wouldn't be a point of kidnapping."

"There is nothing sweeter than a family reunion."

"He hates leaving traces behind." Deln's eyes were pinned on her, but he was thinking behind them. There was no turning back. The messanger had to be close to Rollins now. If he won't be there, Y/N won't kill him and Rollins will probably come after the slaver. Not that she cared about Deln's life, Rollins killing him before she kills Rollins was her insane fantasy no amount of stolen luck could grant her. Not even the freedom papers could pride themselves as the main reason. Kaz was why she needs to finish this job. Only he deserved the revenge and she had to be the one to gift it to him. She was obssesed with the possibility of his forgiveness if she does this. It would lift up the heaviest stone on her consciousness before her deserved death.

The girl watched him as his face lit up. "How will he know it's me. There is no proof that I have sent the letter." Yet his face slowly darkened in confusion again when he saw Y/N furrow her eyebrows and smile a little.

"Because you've signed it, Deln."

He opened his mouth to protest, but nothing came out as everything connected. "The release papers." he sighed, still in awe. Y/N sighed in relief, she loved the feeling of the dominos falling perefectly on time. "You couldn't have remembered my signature. You couldn't have." it was more of a wish than a fact, he tried to convince himself there was a backdoor to this all, Y/N sealed them all though. She actually only focused on his signature, the distant feeling of an official freedom made her remember every single curve of his handwriting. When Rollins' guards were hitting her, the pain flashed it in her mind, keeping her going. Deln found her eyes and for the first time she saw fear in them. Not disgust or mockery, nor peace and happiness.

Fear. Of her.

"You little bitch." he whispered. He couldn't run, he couldn't deny anything. He was cornered. Messanger already delivered Deln's worst fear. Y/N knew he didn't want to be involved with Rollins' murder, that's why she was hired after all. His slave empire would fall if he would be accused of murdering the king of the Barrel, but if she was supposed to kill her past, she was going to kill everything.

A bell rang through the city. Quarter past seven.

Y/N looked up at the sky, a star right above her has shined her way through the mist. She recognized it immediately. "We have to go, can't leave him waiting." she stood before Deln, not moving until he does. He laughed silently, hiding behind his easy-going personality, fearing to accept his faith. After taking in a deep breath, he nodded to the side: "Lead the way."

Before they disappeared into the centre of the city, Y/N looked at her fifth star for the last time. In an hour, Rollins might be dead, Deln will take the blame and Y/N might get her peace in hell. The realization pained her, but she also saw the warm embrace of closure behind it.

A name of the star ran through her head. Little Y/N's whispered it into her ear as the wind picked up.

Karma. Coming for them all.

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Kaz coughed when the water reached his nose, filling it up so he couldn't breathe, even though air was all around him and the hallways of the Emerald Palace were dry. Everytime they rounded a corner, one of the two Dime Lions that dragged him along moved his hand across his biceps, causing the waters wetting new parts of his body.

People say Kaz always has a plan and a backup plan for everything, and they are right. However, that was before Y/N appeared and claimed the spot in his heart and mind that he thought was either abandoned or dead. When the frustration he had on himself fizzled out, his cane was already carrying him to the steps of Pekka's place, knitting a quick plan on the way. Kaz thought the deed was done, when he ordered Rollins to say his brother's name and made him believe he buried his son, but apparently it wasn't enough. It will never be, Jakob Hertzoon had hurt many people, not just them. There could be other fools with dead siblings or parents, begging for revenge every night. Stupid kids, as he was once. He couldn't help them, but Dirtyhands will feel enough joy for all of them once the only thing functioning will be Rollins' heart.

That is for Y/N to take.

As he was slowly getting closer to Pekka's office, he didn't doubt the guards will be the easiest part. An old flame in him was ignited and it won't be put down 'till the blood paints every wall of this place. The guards stopped and tightened their grip as one of them opened a door to the office. Kaz thought of just throwing up on them, but kept it in until they pushed him on the floor and released their touch. He coughed again and the water disappeared once he took in the hard wooden floor. His ears picked up voices and the sight of his cane being handed to Rollins, then the men left and he was left alone with the lion.

Kaz pushed his face off the ground into a seated position. His cane hit the floor once before Rollins started talking: "Let's not waste our time Brekker. What do you want?" His accent rolling down his tongue as Kaz tried to stand up. The office looked smaller than his, but it gained one advantage on him once he saw the part of the room that served Y/N as backround when she said his name for the first time in a long time. Her voice still echoed somewhere in his mind and he could never find it and catch it. He never wanted to see her again, in all honesty he just wanted to put her in Hellgate, so she would never be anywhere without his knowledge again, but the R on his shoulder urged him to do this, to get their revenge and to see her at peace.

He cursed that R everyday.

When he was on the way up from his knees, a crow head digged into his shoulder, making him to look at the disgusting face the other person wore. His eyes yelled an answer into Pekka's and he frowned in annoyance once he understood. "Why do you all suddenly hunger for blood, eh? You had to plan this with her, ain't a chance you didn't." he complained while releasing a tension in Kaz's shoulder, letting him to stand up. The boy hated the mention of Y/N, even though he didn't say the girl's name, the knowledge about her could be heard. It only pour gasoline in the fire his eyes flashed. But Kaz wouldn't let him see, Rollins still had no idea Y/N visited the bastard and that they already caught up on the lost time. There was chance he knew, yet he would deny it even if she confessed into Rollins' face.

"Who are you talking about." It wasn't a question, he challenged him to talk about Y/N. However Kaz's fears became true when the man laughed exaggeratedly. "Oh come on! I know you broke her out of my house boy, don't pretend to be dumber than you are." Rollins sat down the cane by his table and reached a hand out for a bottle of whiskey. The sound of liquid knocking on the glass was followed by Pekka's hand that flipped the cup's contents inside his mouth. He'd let him have his last drink, after Dirtyhands is through with him, he'll probably throw it back out. Fingers tapped on the wooden table, disturbing the silence Kaz couldn't handle. "So, why are you doing it. For her?" The last sentence was mocking and rhetorical, quite ironic that it's the only right reason. Kaz limped slowly closer to his table, if he could get to the right spot, he should be able to pick his cane up.

With the 7th bell ringing in the distance, Rollins swallowed his second drink before he started to speak again: "She's not worth it son." Kaz noticed his eyes wandered into afar, making it a good oppurturnity to knock him out. Only if the sudden pain in his stomach caused by the petname disappeared. "You don't even know her, the things she's done." Wrong, thought immediately Kaz. She told him her entire life, leaving out only her birth maybe. But he tied his tongue and imprisoned it behind his teeth due to the concatration he fixed on his only weapon. Rollins didn't mind, he continued gladly to think about the old days.

Kaz's heartbeat fastened everytime he mentioned her, that Nina could be able to pick it up. This moment was one of the many recent, when he desired to go reverse time. Hell, delete it if needed, he just wished to be the 17 year old boy again, planning heists with his Crows, rolling his eyes at the overly-sweet endless pining between Jesper and Wylan, hearing Matthias call him numerous demonic and cursed names, entertaining himself by watching Nina and Inej silent-laugh at something stupid when he was bored. He's glad everyone is safe and that they persued their life callings, but some changes are hard to swallow and this one was still hot to eat. This crave of his heart made itself known before, last time when he saw Y/N in this very office, but now it altered a little, bringing him shame and joy at the same time.

Kaz could see a new person in the picture, laughing along side with the girls, learning Fjerdan solely for the purpose of mocking him, teasing Jesper and Wylan for being so corny. The person didn't fit the timeline, but that was besides the point. He could see her with him, by his side. It squeezed his heart and he didn't know if it's a hug or an attempt to crush it.

The door creaking turned his head around, stopping his hand just mere inches before his cane. A messanger. Rollins walked past Kaz and without a word, the newly present man handed him a letter and left. As the door shut, Kaz's hand made contact with the cane. Rollins' low and weak laugh called to his attention and once his eyes settled on him, the man brought his own pair up. The smile should've already warn him, but his ears waited to hear the conformation. Pekka lifted the letter to Kaz's eye level, as if he would see the small letters from their distance. Yet he knew what it was for sure once the receiver said:

"Speaking of the devil."

Moments after, the man whistled and within a second his guards busted the room, handling Kaz again. The boy tried to fight the hands off, he leaned back and then forth quickly, swinging his cane right after they let go a little, striking one in the stomache. The other got hit in the neck, but before he could finish either of them, a back- up came to aid, trapping him with their arms. He threw himself to sides, trying to loosen up their grip, however it seemed to seal him closer every move. Rollins' hearted laughter played to this scene and his voice continued with the same attitude after Kaz gave up. "Should've brought a gun on me son!" he laughed as he delivered his advice.

He could bring a gun, he could bring his whole crew, but the urge to kill him with his bare hands and stained his clothes with Hertzoon's blood was a virus that have spread all over him, controlling his doings and feelings. If holy water isn't enough to kill the devil, gun would be useless against Pekka Rollins.

The man wiped off tears from laughter and looked at the helpless boy. His hand stretched out to him with the letter between his fingers, his feet erasing the rest of the space. Kaz tried to avoid reading the letter, knowing it won't bring nothing else but additional pain. He often wondered how much of it can still fit in his heart. Of course when his view was filled with Y/N's handwriting and he had no other sight to see, he studied every line. Her signature writing didn't change much, it was still horrible. For a slave, it was a miracle to write at all though. He remembered having trouble to read the love note she'd written him, Jordie wasn't as helpful as he thought he would be, but Kaz lost the need to understand it. He could always find the little heart on every single one of those, that was plenty for him.

This note lacked hearts though, it also was readable and no love was expressed. It was signed by the slavor, Deln she named him. When the letter mentioned Y/N his heart fell. This was the plan to kill him.

"I mean," Pekka began to move his mouth again as he freed Kaz's eyes of the paper, "I'm told to go alone. But I won't mind the company."

He damned his pride for not bringing the gun after all.

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fictionfixations · 2 months

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Out of Context TWST

imgs are from:

Prologue Book 1 Fan translation of Cater's ceremonial robes vignette Rook's ceremonial robes vignette Book 5 Book 6 Book 7 Spectral Soiree Tsumderland 2 A Firelit Sky Jade's Halloween Groovification Message

and then i gave up (was gonna go in order after laughing at the first img. now its a mishmash of me randomly remembering some bits i wanted to add, and removing the ones that didnt mesh too well)

recently finished book 6 and starting book 7 so there's a bunch of book 6 imgs in here

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(note: I can't find the lashing of love line when we encounter Crowley for the first time?? I swear it was there before but now its just not??)

[Lilia: What's this? You'd really turn down my juice?!]

[Vil: WAAAH!]

you get no context whatsoever except that he's sobbing (for three long hours.. its funny i swear). i refuse to show you the visual if you haven't seen it yet.

["I shall even spare it from being served as dinner."]

[Crowley: If you're not satisfied with my offer, I can arrange to have you thrown out again.]

[Grim: Not more lashings of love! We gotta get outta here! Ace: OW!]

[Deuce: Because I'm going to launch you.]

[Epel: You're...hurting me. Please, let go?]

*proceeds to beat everyone up* /hj

[> Then it's kill or be killed!]

[Grim: I'd recognize that collar anywhere. It's the same one that psycho stuck on me at orientation!]

[Cater: Aww yeah, I am getting my paint on!]

[Cater: Even so, he'll have a mom.]

Context because I can't share more imgs: In his Ceremonial Robes vignette, he's basically guessing what people's dorm will be with Trey. When they get to Epel, he goes,

[Cater: He's by far the cutest~! If he had an older sister, don't you think she would be a total stunner?

[Insert Trey's response]

Cater: Even so, he'll have a mom.]

He clarifies that he's joking but still LOL

(this was changed in the eng localization to a comment about washing dishes)

[Vargas: Great sorcery begins with a great physique! Behold the muscles you can build with a diet of raw eggs!]

[> Muscly dog man, sure why not.]

[Ace: A painting? Hard pass! I don't care how cute she is if she's two-dimensional!]

[Riddle: It's not absurd! It's literally the law!]

[Leona: Hey, I'm into it.]

[???: *sniff* *sniff*]

[Floyd: Whaaat? Sorry, can't hear you, man! Hair dryer go brrrr!]

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[Deuce: You don't get to call my eggs stupid. You don't get to call ANY eggs stupid!]

[Grim: So you were only a little more annoying than you are now? > I did notice you had that vibe...]

[(Jade) "Oooh, I love it when you flee in terror. It makes me want to chase you!"]

SS from:

But I found what card it's actually from by the wiki

[Malleus: Oh, now I have to clean up your waste? You little scamp.]

[Deuce: For sixteen years, I was so sure...]

[Cater: Ooh, it's almost time! Okay, all you sexy body doubles, that's a wrap!]

[Deuce: I fell and got a boo-boo. Ouchies. *sob*]

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[Jade: Oh dear, how did I get into this mess? Don't tell me you planned for me to get caught this whole time...!]

[Jamil: So I made wet burgers.]

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[Grim: What if there's an assassin out for our blood?!]

[Lilia: "Lilia. When I woke up this morning, Drago was gone. Now there's this egg in his place. What should I do?"]

[Vil: EEEEE HEE HEE! YEEESSS!]

i cannot explain the utter joy contained within that one voice line. It's just pure exhilaration.

this lives rent free in my brain (along with the kiss. you get no more context besides that)

(it looks funny without the voice attached tho LMFAO. it's like a "Kyaa~! Yatta!" as in like a scream/yell and then 'hurrah/I did it/yes/sweet'! ehh, basically joy when things go well)

there's a limit to how many images you can put in one post. oops.

#out of context #out of context quotes #thoughts #twst #twst spoilers #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland spoilers #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst event #twst book 1 #twst book 5 #twst book 6 spoilers #twst book 6 #twst book 7

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awriternamedart · 7 months

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As Sampard Week has come to an end, I have decided to do a funny.

Im gonna rank all my sampard fics i wrote this week! Based on how much i enjoyed writing it, how well I feel I did in execution, what i feel like I could have done better, etc. Its kind of a self evaluation of sorts, if you will.

below the break there will be - The day and name of the fic, the rating I give it out of ten, the summery and tags , and a small why/snippet about the fic, then a link to the fic. Onto the ratings !!

First off, we have Day 1 - Split Rent

7/10

The prompts I chose were College AU and Roommates, and I really liked writing this one, but the plot was very aimless. I didnt have an end goal, and so it kinda wandered between the two prompts without properly merging them. Overall, a good start to the week, and a great warm up.

Next up we have Day 2 - The Stars Are Our Witness Tonight

8/10

I REALLY like this one, but I hard limited myself with it and I regret doing that. The prompt was Different Location, and my brain jumped to Sampo on the Herta Space station. I really wanted to go more indepth on Sampo being a masked fool member and what that meant, but ultimately I shortened it and cut it short. May come back to this concept !!

We have Day 3 - Chipped Coffee Cups

6/10

This fic was very rushed. Like- insanely rushed. It was meant to have one more scene, Gepard confronting Sampo about the soulmate and being the thief, but I ultimately ran out of time and just wanted to post it. So much missed potential, and its the least successful out of all my sampard week fics. A shame, Ill definitely be coming back to this one at a later date.

Day 4 is funny, cause there is no fic so but the prompt was Modern

0/10

i ended up drawing instead but its not a fic so- I actually did have a fic planned for this day, its in my notes. It was supposed to be a first date with Police Chief!Gepard and Stand Up Comedian/Sometimes Pickpocket!Sampo called Fuck, Im Late-! but the brain was not ficing so I gave up and drew something instead

Day 5 is my favorite fic of the week - Brilliant Sapphire, Inlaid In Jade

9/10

this was my FAVORITE oneshot i wrote this week. Docked one point for being mildly rushed and also having minor missed potential, but I was so excited to write this one, and it shows. Do reccommend, please read

Day 6 was also alot of fun - Needle-Like Thorns

8/10

(i cant post any more images sorry)

Honestly, this ones just cute. Its just adorable, its sickening, their so cute and I cant survive like this. Gepard in tattoos needs to be done more often please and thank you

And finally, day 7 - Succiduous

7/10

I enjoyed this fic alot. Its rushed, but its a prequel to my current long term fic called Akrasia, about the first time Sampo and Gepard met. Decent enough in my books, so it works for what I was given.

And thats it !! Thats all my Sampard Week fics !!

This week was honestly- super fun. Ive never challenged myself to try something like this before, and it really pushed my limits for how I write. All of my fellow writers and artists did so much this week and in the coming days , so make sure to support all the awesome talent that gave us so much food.

#honkai star rail #sampard #gepo #fanfic #sampo #gepard #hsr #fanfiction #gepard x sampo #fanfic review #review #rating #rating my fics #cause i can #sampard week #Sampard Gepo Week 2023 #Sampard Week 2023

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cupofdirtfordinner · 1 year

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i kinda fucking hate 1.20

(image from the minecraft wiki)

Cherry blossom forests do not work at ALL for minecraft, and make the game look like half the textures were swapped for a 2015 kawaii texture pack. The color palette for this biome compared to the rest of minecraft clash so hard it's distracting, like an anime fan has a field day in aseprite. this looks bad.

I absolutely refuse to call this update "one point twenty", because it's NOT, it's update 3.0. updates went 1.8, 1.9, 1.1, 1.11, 1.12, that's not how decimals work. if we *were* at 1.9, the next logical step is 2.0, but for some reason nobody called it that. im no mathematician, but 1.20 is equal to 1.2.

Pottery feels like a mod. Not a good one, either. not even for minecraft mod standards. "oh you like creating things? create a pot!" why on earth would I build something small and lifelike with powers-worth of less combinations than if you were to build a house, or a castle, or whatever because it's minecraft. this feature doesn't tie into anything else, this is completely self contained and adds nothing except bloat to the game. why anyone would bother to do this in survival is beyond me.

I've been dying to rant about this one! Archaeology breaks minecraft's world building outright, and destroys any lore building to now. Minecraft has always had magic and occult themes; enchanting tools and items, pillagers and woodland mansions, potion brewing and witches, zombies and skeletons and giant spiders, the stronghold, the end portal (and igniting it via enemies' eyes), and now we have the most normal form of human science. if it was astronomy or botony or chemistry (alchemy would be sick but that's not a modern human science) then MAYBE but it ISN'T. it's fucking rocks. god knows they aren't gonna do anything creative like you find an ancient artifact or something, you just dust off "suspicious sand" and get in return just completely random and useless shit. If you're late game enough to start adventuring around in search of suspicious sand, why on EARTH would you need ANY of this?

now, to further this fruitless endeavor of adding more stuff from real life to make minecraft more "realistic" or whatever, why would they backpedal SO HARD to add the sniffer? An entirely fictional creature in an update with otherwise exclusively real life additions, there's no theme here. From what i've seen of the sniffer, it looks like a fine mob that actually has something worth adding to minecraft, it just digs around and has fun and acts like a big wacky turtle. love it. A+. why the fuck does it not spawn naturally. the only reason archaeology is useful to any degree to to spawn sniffers, and sniffers dont serve any functional purpose other than to rizzen up your base with ancient plants. why not just make sniffers dig up food for themselves, and then you can tame them to start digging up plants? having sniffers wander around would make the game way cooler, but instead they had to use them to justify a completely useless unrelated system to exist. god that pisses me off.

I had to get this out of my system, but I would like to use this blog for shit im doing in addition to long posts like these about whatever laith is thinking at 11 am on a sunday. I dont like limiting myself to just the funnies and having a shit ton of side blogs is annoying, so if you didnt like this change of form i am not sorry and I will be doing more. ok bye gang

#minecraft

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dearestones · 2 years

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Death Note Matchup: Matt/Mail Jeevas

Warnings: Fluff.

@ll4wliet Request: may i request a death note matchup? i prefer something platonic :D any gender is fine

i have short, black hair, very messy, im 150 cm, i guess thats it. My hobbies are playing games, doodling (and drawing, etc), window shopping (is that a hobby? i dont know but i just like to look at stuff.). My interests are death note, bee and puppycat, random toys, pokemon, plushies, vocaloid, collecting (i dont really collect stuff but i'd like to sometime.). I'm a bit awkward with new people and I'll usually mind my business, but I'm fine with talking with people I'm okay with and can hold a conversation with. I have trouble with talking to people most times, it ends up awkward. For people I'm close with I'd love to talk with for hours, especially when it's something I'm interested in. I get distracted alot, i sometimes zone out and not pay attention to something (especially during some games i play), I'm a picky eater sometimes. I can get fascinated by random images and waste my time scrolling on tumblr (honestly thats the only social media i have other then tt), especially when its something of my interest. I am very forgetful, i tend to do some things last minute. And thats it i guess? i hope i didnt go over the word limit but i am very sorry if i did!

After reading through your description, I believe that you match well with Matt or Mail Jeevas!

What a coincidence, Matt also happens to like some of your hobbies; gaming is what really catches his eyes, though. He’ll gladly take you window shopping, but you have to be patient whenever he visits video game stores once you’re done with your own shopping experience. And if something in particular catches your eye, Matt will definitely give you some of his money to buy it. Don’t be shy! He’s got way more in several offshore accounts and from escapades that are from legal.

Matt usually keeps to himself, often deferring to others when it comes to socialization, but he finds himself drawn to you. He’s had his fair share of dealing with awkward people, especially when he was growing up in an orphanage, so he knows how to navigate your personality and help you to open up.

When you do finally warm up to him and start holding conversations, he will definitely enjoy what you have to say. He wants to know all your thoughts, your feelings, your hobbies, and your interests. It doesn’t matter if you sound awkward or he doesn’t know what you’re talking about, he just wants to be there with you experiencing the nuances and flavors of your voice.

He’ll definitely tease you when he realizes that you get distracted a lot. He might pinch your cheek or wave his gloves in front of your face to get your attention back. If the both of you are comfortable with it, he’ll definitely try to kiss you on any parts of your face just so that he can see the lovely look in your eyes when you realize that you’ve been drifting off again. He might get a little irritated if you’re playing a game that requires more than one player, but he won’t hold it against you for too long.

Ooohh, he would like to know what sorts of foods that you like to eat and what you don’t eat. Certain textures and smells don’t always agree with him as well, so he has a certain diet that he sticks to just so he has enough nutrition throughout the day. (Yes, he is including junk food as adequate nutrition because he is still a gamer and needs to maintain his reputation, thank you very much).

Please don’t show this man your tumblr account. He’ll tease you for using this website for a few minutes before checking out your blog. If you have the standard theme and profile picture that comes with the website, he’s definitely going into your code and updating it. You have an idea for a new theme? A certain aesthetic that you ascribe to? Never fear, Matt will either find you a new theme with an adaptable source code or he’ll make it from scratch. Depending on what route he takes, you’ll find that your theme is both pretty modern and user friendly once he gives you your tumblr back.

Forgetful and procrastinating? Now you’re speaking Matt’s language! He also tends to put things off until the last minute. It’s not that he is trying to forget things on purpose, it’s just that the world is far more exciting than some of his priorities, you know? If you are worried about forgetting important things, Matt will try to help you out, but he won’t always be successful. He’ll tease you from time to time, but encourage you to write down tasks so that you remember better next time.

Overall, you’re a pretty low maintenance couple. There might be times when Matt may have to pull away for some time alone, but that’s because of his laidback and introverted disposition.

If you want to donate a Ko-Fi, feel free https://ko-fi.com/devintrinidad.

DEATH NOTE MASTERLIST

#death note #death note matt #death note mail jeevas #dn matt #dn mail jeevas #death note matchup #dn matchup #matchup #matchups #dearestones #devintriidad

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legy · 11 months

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random game roundup 3

A Hell of a Journey - PWYW

what if it was the divine comedy but virgil was just an absolute piece of shit. he had no fucking idea what was going on. you have to go through hell to get to purgatory and this idiot is no help at all

this is a short & sweet twine game. the illustrations carry it. it's pretty cute and took me under 5 minutes to read

Samorost 2 - $4.99

hey i said this was random game roundup not random itch game roundup. i just have 3000 itch games

amanita design is literally like the all-timer for 00s indie devs. ive known of their point-and-clicks for basically the entire time ive been conscious. i think ive only played samorost 1 and machinarium before now.

its hard to beat the level of vibes-based gaming samorost operates on. this is what gnome tumblr is all about

apparently in 2020 this got a remaster that let the game support modern resolutions using AI upscaling on old assets, and to its credit it ran awesome for a game this old. it didnt fuss at all about tabbing out or using a second monitor while playing. however i think the upscaled assets look pretty shit? lol. like the art direction in this game is extremely strong but the raster images definitely were not meant to be seen bigger than 1024x768 and it makes the characters who scaled up much better stick out suuuper bad.

music completely rips ass tho. hell yeah brother

i actually went ahead and finished this at an entire half an hour playtime. big fan of samorost 2

T.A.R.S - $1.99

included in: Bundle for Ukraine

first thing i got struck by with this game is that it is extremely good looking for the price tag and my lowered standards. there is also a lot of voice acting which is pretty amateur but a lot of heart went into it. i could not find an option to subtitle the dialogue which kinda sucked

T.A.R.S is a third person shooter with a focus on difficulty via being killed in one hit and having very limited resources. you're fighting werewolves or something. i didn't play long enough to see them do more than just chase after me in a straight line so idk if the enemy AI is interesting

one of the big downsides of T.A.R.S is that the game is dark as fuck. shot like a modern hollywood film. like that one episode of game of thrones. i cant play this on my high refresh rate monitor because the sun is up right now and the ambient light in my room is too much and i cant see anything. also the game emphasizes wearing headphones and focusing on hearing the enemies before you see them but the sound design is um. not great. i kept getting snuck up on because the guys dont make any noises until theyre two inches away

i don't think i gave this a good enough chance but i'm not a horror fan nor am i a shooter fan so it's really not for caelums. maybe you'll like it tho

Panic Factory - $1.50

included in: Bundle for Ukraine

panic factory is a puzzler pretending to be a shooter. you are an eco-activist that has been trapped in a torture dungeon by a corporate CEO and need to figure your way out. with a shotgun. and whatever ammo you can scrounge up

the voice acting in this is very hammy and the pixel art is appealing to look at so the presentation is pretty solid. i found this difficult to spend a lot of time in because again i don't like shooters and i found that the reaction times this game expects out of you in the first level to a be a bit extreme. also required arrow keys to move :thumbsdown:

Weird Grief - PWYW

im so fucking sorry for how hard i laughed

i honestly really liked this. weird grief is a twine about the immediate aftermath and slow recovery after the death of a loved one. and you are poly. and furry. it has explicit sex scenes so watch out for that. but this is worth reading imo

#random game roundup

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colorguardsweetheartblurrsgirl · 1 year

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Sorry Been away. Here's a random doodle I did a few weeks ago. I promise to get more art out.

Computer's been like all my electronics having alot of issues based on age. But I finally got my art program up and everything's set to go. Should have a few posts in the next week or two. Just have to help my folks out with a house project they have.

So where have I been at lately???

Also guess I'm doing more work for them, there's a few projects they need my help with. Again for those again don't know I am an only child (now adult I pale thinking Im about to turn 31) who helps take care of my disabled mom alot of the time. Shes been disabled my whole life and often I've had to move my life to fit around that (included having to often limit my activities so I could help around the house), even had to come back from University. But it's all out of love and respect for them. I may complain sometimes but it's just the stress and worry as I know my parents are technically elderly even If I refused to see them as such and I am taking care of their house on my own which can be overwhelming at times.

My mom officially has a cane now. But luckily her knee pains gone (apparently Frankenscense is really good for pain [not endorsing just didnt know it was used for that, thought fun fact!]). So that's a plus.She found something to work for her pain so there have been a few good days. Just her emotional state can snap sometimes due to health and it's harder for me to be on days like that as I need to care for her or myself and my emotional state die to it, having never had anxiety before it's a whole new ball park learning curve on how to handle what I was used ti (trying to navigate her bouts when shes like this is dificult).

So I never know one day to the next if her health is good or bad. Sometimes it's so debilitating for her, you'd expect a terribly hard few days for her, only to wake the next day and shes on the floor clinging, moving around bending limber as ever and cheerful. So it's a uphill down hill rollercoaster I never know what it's going to be. But it's worth it, and she fully understands I have projects and havent been able to regularly post lately due to her health issues and moments. But yeah if anything I want to ensure my mom lives healthy long as I can so she comes first in my life. I realized after a conversation I should have said something on here.

Due to that I can't usually give an update knowing if it's good or bad with her. I'm trying to do better as I get closer with this and posting more regular updates. I just, I pray her health improves and God let's us get all the work done, the stuff I need to help her with and need to do on my own.

....

I may post the full doodle... but I just liked this angle the best.

I took images of it at various angles and this one I really liked.

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1980ssunflower · 2 years

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heheh GUSH PASS BESTIE 🎟️🎟️🎟️!!! HAVE A LOVELY NIGHT BRO!!

SCREAMING AND CRYING OK❗❗❗❗

I GENUINELY CANT IMAGINE EVER LOVING ANYONE MORE THAN THESE TWO!!

I love them for every little thing! I fell for their passions and personalities! Their love for music and their love for EACHOTHER are huge reasons why I love them as deeply as I do tbh including all of their imperfections! which if you've watched the show yknow that the point of the show is for the protags to overcome their problems and better themselves as people!

They both can be pretty insufferable in different ways and like. Ryan definitely has done the worst things. Examples being, Ryan stealing Mins work keys to force him to chase him to the train station, lying to Min abt a gig in New York to get him to run away with him, and considering leaving Min and going through the portal home (although the scene afterward showing how guilty Ryan feels and genuinely how low he thinks of himself is so sad like FUCK)

SORRY FOR JUST RANTING ABT THEIR CHARACTER ARCS FOR A SEC BUT GHDFSJKHFDSJK

genuinely genuinely I fell for them when I first laid my eyes on them !!

now I'm just going to rant unrestrained on how I feel looking at images of them online so like. going to be under a read more and tbh will maybe be a bit suggestive (edit: yeah it is)

RYAN💖🎸

GENUINELY WHY IS HE SO CUTE!!!!! HES GORGEOUS WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!! he has the cutest and stupidest expressions and ghdfjkhgdfjkgdf like GOD i love his pretty long hair and his red glasses and hes so SHORT and CUTE AND SOMEHOW STRONG❓❗ like he could just pick me up all princess style and maybe slam me on the bed idk

LIKE OOOOUHGGGGGGSHD

and hes literally the biggest whore ever (in a very goofy way)

stares directly at your c-

and like oughh when he gets pissed off im like 😳💦💦

angry ryan please rai- *gets shot*

IMAGE: RYAN FUCKING DIES

MIN💙🎹

I FORGOT,,, OF THE 10 IMAGE LIMIT,,, RIP MIN IM SORRY;;;

OK BUT MIN IS SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO 😳😳😳

(spongebob licking poster meme)

BOOBS!!! BOOBAH!!!!!!

Hummina hummina hummina bazooooooooing! *eyes pop out* AROOOOOOOOGA! *jaw drops tongue rolls out* WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF *tongue bursts out of the outh uncontrollably leaking face and everything in reach* WURBLWUBRLBWURblrwurblwurlbrwubrlwburlwbruwrlblwublr *tiny cupid shoots an arrow through heart* Ahhhhhhhhhhh me lady... *heart in the shape of a heart starts beating so hard you can see it through shirt* ba-bum ba-bum ba-bum ba-bum ba-bum *milk truck crashes into a bakery store in the background spiling white liquid and dough on the streets* BABY WANTS TO FUCK *inhales from the gas tank* honka honka honka honka

BACK TO IT

Min is the BIGGEST dork ever i see him on screen and screen and cry and throw up i cant get over how much of a loser he is hgfdsjk

I ALSO love his hair sm like ryan like i think his pompadour suits him but he ALSO looks soooo cute with his hair down and its a shame we dont ever see it outside of ep 1 😔💔💔 ALSO I KNOW HES FASHIONABLE I KNOW IT!!!!! DONT JUDGE HIM ON HIS DIGS HE HAD ON THE TRAIN HE WAS WEARING HIS WORK CLOTHES WITH HIS JACKET OVER IT!!!!

Hes both tall, big, and beefy + chub but manages to be so LAME im OBSESSED 💙💙💙

gives him a kiss on his cute little nose <33

HIS VOICE,,, HIS STUTTERS,,, HIS VOICE CRACKS!!! I GENUINELY CANT GET ENOUGH OF IT,,, and SOMEHOW he has the same voice actor as crypto from apex legends

I also wish we ever got to hear him sing solo,,, i know he has such a nice singing voice 😭💔💔

my fav deliveries from him in show was the way he says the lines

"You think THATS gnarly? Check THESE out! Keys to the Dumpty Kingdom"

"THERE WAS A BATHROOM TO CHANGE IN THIS WHOoOLE TIIIIIIIIIIIIME???!?!??!"

and of course the heartbreaking

"You,,, you LEFT me,,,"

#talk radio [asks]#kaluc #ot3: ❤rhyme💛easy💙#suggestive #SO sorry for how long this is and if i didnt have an image limit it would have been more gdhfsjkl

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wired-for-weird · 2 years

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hi idk if this would be up your alley prompts-wise but maybe vampire starvation and being right on the edge of losing control? :3

I REFUSE TO BELIEVE YOU DIDNT KNOW WHAT YOU WERE DOING WHEN YOU SENT THIS, WHO ARE YOU

transmasc human X vampire

Content notes: monster POV, one-sided pining, blood, dubcon, noncon fantasies

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You really shouldn't be here.

It's your own fault, you're perfectly clear on that. You're well-practised at (hah) living your life half-fed. You know your limits, how long you can safely starve yourself down to the half-day. You shouldn't have let things get to this point.

And yet, somehow, at some point, you fucked up. One botched hunt turns into a week of low profile, two nights hiding at home are two nights you can't get back, then three, then four, and by then you're already so tired and hungry that the effort of safe hunting feels monumental, so best to just try to sleep and wait for the creeping cold and the gnawing at your insides to die down, just a little, just enough to let you think-

And so on.

Idiot.

So here you are. Shuddering with withdrawal on his doorstep, gripping the doorframe tight enough to splinter, praying to a god you don't believe in that you won't have to knock again. You don't want to think about what would happen if you woke the neighbours.

You hear the rattle of the latch and for a moment the needling cold in your limbs is banished by a surge of oh thank god. He leans on the door, tousled and groggy, the walkway light making him squint. He smells good, warm, like cheap beer and smoke and sleep, and you're so fucking hungry.

His heartbeat picks up when he recognises you. The squint becomes a concerned frown, "Everything all right?"

He's got eyes, he can see it's not, but you shake your head anyway, "Can we talk?"

"Yeah. Yeah, 'course. One second, I got-" He waves vaguely, and the cold comes back in a rush as you pick out a second heartbeat, fainter, still slowed in sleep. Fuck. Fuck, he's got someone else with him. Why did he have to have someone else with him? Not that he can't sleep with whoever he likes. Obviously. Fuck. Why didn't you think of this ahead of time?

You try to backtrack, "If you- you know what, doesn't matter, I can just-"

"Oh, shut up." He leaves the door swinging open behind him as he vanishes back into the flat. You hear murmured voices, the rustling of bedsheets and clothes. You could leave now, but then what? It's not like you've got anywhere else to go.

His 'friend' shoulders past you, resentment rising from him like steam. You hold your breath as he leaves, but it doesn't do any good. His scent is unfamiliar, no associations to keep him safe from you. And it would be so easy to-

"You gonna stand out there all night?"

Your eyes snap back into focus. You're here to avoid that sort of thing. You breathe in, and tell yourself you feel calmer, "Sorry. Uh- can you-" You stub the toe of your shoe against the threshold, "It's fucking stupid, I know, but right now I'm not-"

"Yeah, fine, whatever. Come in." You follow him inside. You've never been able to work out why that particular impulse is even a thing. Something to do with territorial instincts, maybe? Whatever the reason, it's embarrassing. Apex predator biologically programmed to be incapable of home invasion. What a joke.

He drops onto the sofa, rubbing the last of the sleep from his eyes, "Right. What's got you in such a twist that can't wait til morning?"

You wish you could be having this conversation outside. You could turn your face away, wouldn't have to look him in the eye or breathe him. The image of him tangled up with some stranger won't leave you, all snarled up with your hunger and you have to ignore it but it's so fucking difficult with him there half dressed and still half-asleep, bared skin and warm blood and he is staring at you because you haven't said anything for several seconds now, he's waiting for you to get to the point so say something-

"Sorry about your date." Your voice is clipped, "If I'd known-"

"It's no big deal. Told him it was an emergency. Whiiiich I'm gonna guess it is." He gives you a deliberate once-over, "You look like shit, mate."

"And I'm usually just glowing with health."

"Cut the crap, Red, it's three in the morning." He props his head on his hand and looks up at you, "Hey. I wanna help if I can, I really do. But I'm not gonna play twenty questions for it, so just tell me what it is you need, yeah?"

All the little speeches and persuasive turns of phrase you've been rehearsing in your head on the way over here desert you. You can't talk your way around this. Your teeth itch and your throat aches and there is a gaping, twisting hollow where your stomach should be. You swallow hard.

"I need you to let me feed from you."

His face doesn't change, but his heartbeat lurches and the sharp taste of adrenaline edges the air. You recognise this from when he first found out what you were. He is afraid of you.

"I don't trust myself around anyone else." You speak quickly and clearly, "I left it too long, and if I have to go hunting, I won't- it won't end well. But if you... I don't want to hurt you." That's a lie. You don't want to want to hurt him. There's a difference.

"So you want me to let you drink my blood." His voice is flat. The fear scent is thick and close.

"You can say no."

"Bullshit." The hard edge to his voice makes you flinch.

"I mean it." You do. "I'm not even gonna ask why, I'll just leave."

"And let you waltz off into the night and murder some poor bastard?" He rubs his hands over his face, "Fucking hell, mate, d'you see what kind of position you've put me in?"

You stare at the floor without answering. You aren't going to insult him with an excuse, or an apology. You have said what you came here to say. There is a long, long pause. Gradually, his heartbeat slows a little.

"...So how do we do this?"

You shouldn't be glad, but you are. Beyond glad, you're fucking ecstatic. You fumble in your jacket and hold something out to him. He stares.

"Is that a fucking stake?"

"You can have it between me and you the whole time. That way, even if I'm wrong, you can just-" You make a jabbing motion, "No more problem."

He's still staring. You know what he's thinking, because you're thinking it too. Just stake the monster anyway and have done with it. That would be the safest thing to do. At this point, it's a risk you're willing to take. After all, he has to trust that you won't just rip his throat out.

Carefully, he reaches out and takes it from you, weighing it in his hand, "Okay. Does it have to be the neck? Can you, I dunno, bite me in the arm or something?"

"Probably, yeah. Got the most practise finding the carotids, though."

"Neck it is then. I'm not having you make a dogs breakfast of my elbows." He points the stake at you like a sword, "And any hint of you fucking up gets you the business end, okay?" His tone is light and he's almost smiling. His eyes don't match it at all.

You practically jam the thing against your ribs for him, and he flinches from you. You're moving too fast, too eager, too close. You can't help it, except you're going to have to, because the one thing you cannot have him do right now is to change his mind and say no. Pull yourself together. Don't give him a reason to think that you'll enjoy this.

So you let go of his wrist. You move carefully and deliberately to sit beside him. You don't lean in. You relax your jaw, the curl in your lip and fingers. You are in control. He is safe with you.

You can't take your hands off him entirely.

"I won't do anything unless you say." Sincere, measured. He breathes in, out, steeling himself. You wait. His pulse is rapid under your palm. Finally, he tightens his grip on the stake, and nods.

You keep your movements deliberate, feeling the slightest pinprick of pain against your ribs as you lean towards him. His chest rises and falls quickly and his breath is golden-warm as it rolls over your jaw. You set your teeth against his neck and allow yourself one fraction of a second to fix this moment in your memory, desire and satisfaction a skin's width apart, wanting at a pitch you haven't felt since you were newborn. Then you bite down.

Blood fills your mouth and for a moment you are so paralysed with the taste that you forget to swallow. Hot and rich and copper-tang and salt, cut sour with alcohol and nicotine and that bright, surging, gorgeous current of fear. You thought you were hungry before, but with the first wash of heat down your throat something new unfurls inside you, sharp and lethal and starving, and you can't help it, you moan against his neck and there is no way he didn't hear you but for once in your life you can't bring yourself to care.

It's a strange experience, feeding from someone who isn't trying to fight you off, not having to take little and quickly and gone almost as soon as you've begun. You can take your time. To begin with he's tense as all hell (and really, can you blame him?), but as you drink he begins to relax, just a fraction. His heart rate slows, each pulse strong and regular. You can imagine his expression softening, eyes fluttering half-closed. His head tilts away from you a little, exposing more of his neck, giving you more room. It could almost be an invitation.

It's not, though. It's just the sedative in your saliva working its way through his system. That or the bloodloss. But you can pretend.

The point of the stake stays lodged beneath your ribs as you shift, practically climbing into his lap as you adjust your hold. He's gripping it with both hands now, and it strikes you suddenly how absurd a precaution it is. If you wanted to get rid of it, you could just wrap your hands around his wrists and squeeze. You could pin him there and take anything you wanted, everything you wanted and told yourself you didn't, couldn't, could crush him to you and bite and kiss and dig into him until he screams. If you wanted to.

Instead, you hold him as gently as you can, almost tenderly. Anywhere you touch seems to glow beneath your fingertips. That thing that woke in you has calmed, sinuous and luxuriating in the warm blood filling your belly. This is what makes eternity worth it. Fuck the philosophical stuff, the fantasies of infinite skill or power or spectating the future of a species you no longer belong to, fuck all of that, because it is nothing compared to the sheer, brief, ravening joy of being fed.

It can't last.

He pushes you away, not hard, not even with the stake but with a flat palm on your chest. And you let him. It isn't easy. There's no struggle, no moment where you sink your teeth in deeper on instinct, no second where you forget your promise and whose blood it is on your tongue. But that doesn't make it an easy thing to do.

You stumble off him, keenly aware of his skin leaving yours, the stretch of cold air now between you. That's good, the gap is a good thing, makes a boundary, clears your head. You need to clear your head. God, he's gone so pale.

You've never had to look after somebody afterwards before. You do your best- help him lie back properly on the sofa, raid his fridge for orange juice (it's technically out of date but the seal is still on and he hasn't touched it since he bought it, so it should be all right?) and the bathroom cabinet for bandage and medical tape. He's got a killer of a headache, but the only thing in the cabinet is aspirin, and you're pretty sure that's not something you're supposed to give to somebody who's still bleeding, so you tell him you couldn't find it. You tape gauze over the wound you left while he complains and tries to drink straight from the carton at the same time. After that, you sit on the floor by the sofa and wait for him to recover.

You're still hungry, of course. But it's a normal hunger, the kind you live with every day. The dizzying feeling of balancing at the edge of a cliff has gone, and your hands are no longer shaking. You are yourself again. For whatever that's worth.

You hug your knees to your chest, wrapping yourself around the small glow of warmth at your core. You know you should go hunting as soon as you leave, that was the whole damn point of this, but you don't want to. That would- bring the whole thing down, somehow, make it normal, mixing his blood with the blood of strangers you couldn't give a fuck about, diluting and destroying this little piece of him that's properly yours.

His breathing has slowed, and you almost panic before realising that he's just dozed off. You tug gently on his sleeve, "Hey. Hey, you probably shouldn't sleep here."

"Mngh." He swats vaguely at your hand, "Tired. Gonna sleep here."

"You're gonna fuck up your neck."

"'S already pretty fucked up."

Point taken.

Still, he drags himself to his feet, leaning on you while he regains his balance. You want to hug him or something, show some actual normal human affection, but you seem to have forgotten how, and anyway, he's already meandering his way back to his room to collapse face first onto the bed. You trail after him, and hover awkwardly in the doorway, trying to ignore the scent of that stranger still clinging to everything.

"You gonna be all right?"

"Yeah, yeah." He turns over, punching the pillow into shape, "Had hangovers worse'n this."

"D'you want me to stay?"

"No."

It shouldn't hurt. He's not being dismissive. Or cruel. He's tired and short on words because of the fucking monumental favour he's just done you, and you owe him for it. So it shouldn't hurt.

"Door's not on the latch, yeah?"

"Yeah. It'll lock behind you."

"Alright." You pause, fumbling for the right words, "Thanks. Seriously. For- I know you said I wasn't giving you a choice, not a real one, but it- I get what you did for me. And it means a lot."

The words sound thin and pathetic to you but for the first time since you showed up, he smiles at you. It's exhausted and wry and you're fairly certain he's laughing at your attempts to thank him for acting as a human juicebox, but it's still a smile and with it everything seems a lot more bearable.

"'Course I'm gonna help. Dread creature of the night or not, you're still my mate."

You smile back. Without showing your teeth.

You say goodnight. You debate whether or not to leave the stake here, and decide to take it with you. Don't want him to think you'd come looking for a repeat performance. This should be a one-time thing. This has to be a one-time thing. You tip what's left of the orange juice down the sink. You are not making excuses to put off leaving.

You stand in the hallway, staring at the threshold of the open door. This is not a vampire problem. This is a you problem. You want to stay. You want to crawl into bed with him and bury your head between his shoulder blades and know that he'll never be scared of you, not for a second, because he trusts you and you'd never do anything to fuck that up once you had it.

Yeah. Right. You've got such a great track record there.

Your stomach growls as you step out onto the walkway and close the door behind you as quietly as you can. You've got hunting to do before sunrise.

#wires writes #TWO MONTHS AND 2700ISH WORDS LATER AND I GOT THIS FINISHED #I hope it's worth it #I had fun tho so really who is the real winner here #nobody in this fic thats for certain \o/#I l o v e pining and angst and pain it fuels me #monster POV

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salvatoreren · 2 years

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Final Episode...For pt 2!

Hi yes i'm here after a long day in hell anyways, this episode had me screaming and crying, scrying, creaming (lol), I love chapter 123 so much, they were all so chill, yk before i list on my favorite scenes I love how aot does an intensifying moment hence 122 then have it succeeded by a chill chapter where everyone is basically okay

moving on

AHHHHHHHHHH, I PERSONALLY THOUGHT THAT THEY ALL HAD THE SAME COLOR OF SUITS, BUT IM SO GLAD THEY DIDN'T, SASHA MY BABY, SHE'S BACK SHES SO BEAUTIFUL I LOVE HER SO MUCH DIASUGUGA

LOOK AT THEM, IN MANGA COLORINGS A LOT HAVE DEPICTED MIKASA AS HAVING A PINK SUIT BUT WHITE SUITS HER HONESTLY, ARMIN WITH BROWN UDHISAIHDH HES SO PRETTY

EREN LOOKS SO GOOD, HE SO BEAUTIFUL, ETHEREAL, ANGELIC, THE ULTIMATE LOVE OF MY LIFE, I LOVE HIM SO MUCH, HIM IN A SUIT IM CRYING

LMAO THIS SCENE WAS WAY MORE CHAOTIC THAN IN THE MANGA, I LOVE IT,

SHES SO CUTE, I PREFER THIS WAY MORE THAN IN THE MANGA SORRY ISYM (NOT REALLY)

MY MOST ANTICIPATED MOMENT IN THE WHOLE EPISODE, HE LOOKS SO HORRIFIED I CAN'T-

DOES THAT MEAN LEVI IS SCARED OF CLOWNS LMAO?

OH MY GOD, THEY SHOWED THE REACTIONS WHEN RAMZI GOT CAUGHT, YK WE REALLY DIDNT HAVE THOSE IN THE MANGA, IM GLAD THEY SHOWED IT, HOW TERRIFYING BEING CORNERED AND THEN GETTING TOLD HOW THEY'RE GOING TO PUNISH YOU

I LITERALLY FELT SCARED DURING THIS SCENE

LET HIM SIT LOL, IDK WHY I SCREENSHOTTED THIS, THEY ALL JUST LOOK GOOD EVEN WITHOUT THOSE COATS ON

MAPPA NO-

nO! WHAT THE FUCK, THIS WASN'T-OH MY- WHAT THE FUCK, NOOOOOO, DON'T DO THIS TO ME I-I FUCKING JUMPED OUT OF MY SEAT WATCHING THIS, I CAN'T, I SCREAMED, MY BABY, HE DESERVES SO MUCH

THAT SMILE, THAT SMILE IS EVERYTHING TO ME, JUST LOOK AT HIM! JESUS CHRIST, DSHUIAHUU

LMAO THIS SCENE, IS JEAN TRYING TO CHOKE ARMIN, IK HES MAKING ARMIN DRINK BUT IT LOOKS LIKE HES CHOKING HIM, I REALLY CANT, CONNIE IS LIKE; WHAT ARE THEY DOING

I'm glad Aot has a part 3, as much as i feel resentment for the fandom and lowk the series sometimes, im not ready to let it go and yknow their death but all in all I LOVE THIS EPISODE SO MUCH

Also every post im going to keep cursing tumblr for its 10 image limit, that so stupid jesus

well see you guys in 2023, well not really im still posting in here but you guys get it

#eren yeager #aot #snk #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot final season #armin arlert #levi ackerman #jean kirstein #mikasa ackerman #sasha braus #connie springer #hange zoe

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blxetsi · 3 years

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Hi! Can I please request modern au hcs for Armin?

tysm for requesting !!

modern armin arlert dating headcanons

lowercase intended !

college!armin arlert x gn!reader

- okay so

- i think in a college setting you and armin hit it off really well

- i think you guys wouldve just accidentally kept bumping into each other, whether it be around campus, at some coffee shop, in the library

- it gets so frequent you dont even know if its a coincidence at this point, yet you cant help but hope that you seem him whenever you go out

- after ALWAYS bumping into each other and apologizing before making small talk, armin makes the first move

- mf just says "are you following me ?" to which you reply "are YOU following me ?"

- that night ends in you two exchanging numbers 🤩

- you find out that hes a humanities major, and wants to be a psychologist some day

- you also find out he has a paid internship at a research facility near the university you attend

- hes super sweet but also super humble, so he tries not to keep the subject on himself for very long, just wanting to know more about you

- as you two get closer he gets more touchy (not in a weird way)

- he starts greeting you with hugs now, and likes to have a light grip on your wrist when hes leading you through crowded hallways of the school

- he introduced you to his bestfriends and roommates, mikasa and eren, and they were really accepting !! (they already could tell armin liked you even if he didnt know himself)

- you start developing feelings for him about two months after you exchanged numbers, and you honestly felt really weird

- because this beautiful boy whos so sweet and kind and intelligent is like,, wayyyy out of your league

- armin thinks the exact same thing

- he thinks youre so cool and fun to be around, you always have the best stories to tell and are so welcoming,, its HARD not to fall for someone like you !!

- finally he gets up the courage to ask if you can come to his apartment

- and there he confesses ��💥‼️

- you sit there shocked for a couple seconds too long because now hes freaking out like "im so sorry i didnt wanna seem creepy i just wanted to tell you how i felt you can leave or i can walk you home- wait you probably wouldnt want that but-"

- you just kind of grab his shoulders and start shaking him. before you tell him you like him too.

- the apples of his cheeks turn pink before he smiles and gives you such a tight hug !!

- hes immediately planning a date with you for when youre both free

- takes you to the local aquarium 🤩 and kisses you in front of the moon jellies (u know those big tanks with the jellyfish that are like glow in the dark ?? and the whole hallway is pitch black except for the lights from the tank ?? yeah ❤️ he kissed you THERE and it was beautiful)

- has chapped lips 😐 sorry i dont make the rules

- has a habit of picking them when hes working or lost in thought

- doesnt mean you stop kissing him tho

- is the kind of guy that will genuinely get worried if you send an "sos" type message. gets out of his own class just to speedwalk (he isnt gonna break the rules and run in the halls 🙄) and come to your class just to see if youre okay

- looks at you like 😐 when you explain you just need him to get you an iced coffee from that shitty coffee place in the cafeteria

- does it anyway even though hes annoyed 😌✨

- will grumble about paying him back for the five dollars he just spent on you while you kiss him over and over again in thanks

- doesnt let you pay him back though smh 🙄

- loves to give back hugs

- will do it while youre working, or while youre doing the dishes

- if youre shorter than him he'll rest his head on your and just smell your hair

- if youre taller than him hes shoving his face inbetween your shoulder blades

- is such a lightweight drunk its not even funny

- none of his friends are tbh 🙄

- the first time you saw him drunk was when eren dragged you guys out to a party their friend was hosting (literally interrupted your cuddle time in armins bed to THROW OFF THE BLANKETS and say "you guys are coming with me 😁👍" and when you two said no he TURNED ON THE LIGHTS and ruined the vibe 😐 fucking asshole)

- anyways you two had to change back into your clothes at 9pm just to go to a shitty party that was gonna get busted by the cops anyways 😔💔

- you couldnt find him through the sea of people, and u got really worried until armin called you

- it was not armin on the other line 😁👍

- he said his name was reiner ?? and he said he was with armin bc he puked while playing beer pong

- the guy tells you where they are and you go to find them. theyre sitting on this couch in a backroom and theres only like,, five people in total there ??

- armin is SOBBING while reiner is trying to get him to drink water

- "reiner you dont get it,,, theyre so beautiful. i cant compete. i dont even think theyd wanna be with me. and you have to see them talk about their major. theyre so smart you dont understand." "okay buddy lets just finish this water okay ?"

- armin is leaning his shoulder on this GIANT of a man just going on about how much he loves you and how amazing he finds you. until you tap his shoulder. and then he realizes youve been listening this entire time. and then he starts crying because he doesnt want you to find him weird. and then you have to explain to him that you two are dating. where he doesnt believe you still.

- eren ends up giving you the keys to his car and saying "ill just call you when i need a ride back" and reiner CARRIES armin to the car 😭😭😭

- hes a real gentleman 😁👍

- that morning armin remembers EVERYTHING and is MORTIFIED

- calls reiner immediately like "did people see me puke ? oh god am i gonna be talked about ?"

- has very vivid dreams and remembers all of them ?? will literally tell you about a dream he had when he was five and WILL NOT forget a detail. its weird

- his family actually doesnt seem like they like you 😳 not because they dont theyre just very,, quiet people...... except for his grandfather

- doesnt even care who you are to armin, will pull you down on the couch with him to tell you about all his research and findings as an archeologist (before he retired)

- if youre ever feeling sad about anything, whether that be stress, family problems, or body image issues, armins taking you to his place 😁👍

- he'll cuddle you and whisper how much he loves you while you two are watching something on his laptop

- has acne scars on his shoulders. dont make fun of him for it pls

- loves getting back scratches though, the tingles make him feel really calm

- if you have like,, makeup brushes and stuff he likes it when you brush his face with them, no product or anything but the tingles he gets from it 🤤

- over time his parents warm up to you quiet a bit, and when his mom shows you baby photos and from him as a kid youre SHOCKED.

- he had this little bob cut from when he was ten to his teens 🥺🥺🥺🥺

- when you two are walking back home or wherever you cant help but go on about how cute he was and how healthy and pretty his hair looked (not that its not healthy or pretty now) and he just giggles before pulling you into his side and kissing your cheek while saying "okay baby, ill grow it out just for you then"

- also loves the petnames baby, angel, and love

- will gladly let you steal his sweaters. has a really nice knit one that his grandma made him before she died. that ones off limits.

- doesnt like to fight, but when he feels like hes in the right he wont hesitate to yell back when youre yelling at him

- just dont yell at him pls, it makes him sad

- it takes him a while (and by a while i mean like 30 minutes at most) before his texting you asking if you guys can talk about it

- its really easy for you two to make up, and immediately hes hugging you and just asking if you wanna do something with him

- also, cuts his own hair ?? and would cut yours if you asked. mikasa vouches for him "yeah he trims my hair all the time. why ?"

- every year on your anniversary hes taking you to the aquarium. and he always kisses you as softly as he did the very first time, in the dark hallway of the moon jellyfish tank ✨

a/n

THATS ITTT !!! thanks again for requesting !! i hope you all enjoyed. remember asks are open !! u dont have to request headcanons either !!! go crazy friends !!

#attack on titan headcanons #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan fanfiction #attack on titan #armin arlert #armin attack on titan #armin arlet x reader #armin arlert x reader #armin arlet #eren mikasa armin #eren yeager #mikasa ackerman

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someone-always-cares · 3 years

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bonus 2, post chapter 4

first - previous - next

[image description: an sac webcomic page. 5 pages styled in a manner similar to a medical brochure titled “navigating your new abilities, what does this mean for me?”. the brochure is about superpowers, what the are, side effects and health risks, and job oppurtunities. the brochure has white and light blue for the main colours, with a dark purple accent. page 1: mostly showing a girl transforming, with the title listed above, with smaller text reading “created and supported by the paragon institute for superheroism.” the girl is a younger white woman who has a light purple colour scheme, long straight hair and bangs, a crop top, and elbow pads. shes shown from the waist up, half her body and an arm cut out of the photo. her transformation takes the form of dripping black-purple goop spreading, with a starry texture. a similar texture takes up the image background.

page 2: title: what are superpowers?. “Superpower is a term used for superpowered abilities that go beyond the natural abilities and conventional laws of reality. There are little limits to the potential types of abilities that a super powered person may possess.

It is currently unknown what causes superpowered abilities. Despite many theories, the only known way to guarantee superpowers is to inherit them from a parent.

London has the highest percentage of superpowered people in the entire world, in addition to having 42% of all supers in the united kingdom”

next to this text is a grinning woman in pink winking while posing with one hand on her hip, and the other in a fist held up. the woman has long wavy pale pink hair, light brown skin, many freckles, and hot pink eyes. her outfit is a pink dress and gloves, pale pink tattered cape, and a hot pink long sleeved undershirt.

“how do i use and control my abilities? Superpowered people will typically have an innate sense for how to transform and use their abilities,but like any skill it will take time and effort to fully control their abilities.

In some rare cases, a superpowered person may lack control over their powers to the extent where it can cause harm to those around them.

This is most common in those who have inherited their abilities. In these cases the P.I.S offers programs to assist these people in learning control with 24/7 care and supervision. If you or someone you know requires these programs, please call our number or otherwise contact us via our website.

Due to the range of superpowered abilities, there is no one-size-fits-all method of developing control, however, the P.I.S do offer training services, of which you can read more about atwww.pis.uk/pis-services/training

next to this is a teenage superhero, an androgynous boy with a grey colour scheme, smiling slightly, his arm turning into smoke. he has light grey hair and eyes, brown skin and a dark grey bodysuit. he has a grey poncho/cape conbo and gloves, both of which are lined with light grey fleece or fur. his outfit looks as if is was meant for cold weather.

page 3: what are some other symptoms of superpowered abilities? Superpowers are also accompanied by complete transformations, including bodily and outfit transformations. Body transformations will include a change of eye and hair colour, but can also include a wide variety of changes, commonly including changes to eyes, ears, and hands, animal-like features, changes in shape, colour, additional limbs and features, and more.

below that is 5 examples, inside circles with a white border: a close up of an eye, all blue including sclera, the pupil is pale and slit like a cat. next is a close up of a green haired braid. next if also from behind, a red haired person with red wings, the longest feathers of which are white. while the last three arent of any known character, the latter two are wraith, shown from behind, only showing hair and a cape, and part of an arm, and quartz, a close up of his elf-like ear.

Outfit transformations are even more varied in appearance, and will typically be in various shades of the persons 'main' colour. It is common for the outfit to contain additional accessories, tools, and weapons. Electronic devices created from these transformations do not need recharging and if using internet or data, will use the strongest available signal to do so. It is illegal to create, use, or otherwise have in the open, a weapon in public without a registered superhero licence.

The act of transformation will vary from person to person, but will usually involve a bright light, and is likely to reflect the user's powers of their effects. In the case of those inheriting their abilities, they will inherit body traits and transformations from any and all superpowered ancestors.

The effects of a transformation will likely change through a superpowered person's lifetime. A change will usually happen after a dramatic change in the person's personality, ideals, traumatic incident, or other life development, although a change is not guaranteed, and will rarely occur without these.

The first transformation will usually be the simplest aesthetically both in outfit and body, with simple details, but will usually get more complicated, and it's likely to gain more body transformations as more changes happen. A superpowered person may experience 1-2 changes every 10 years.

Objects and outfits created via transformation will dissipate upon detransformation, regardless of if it is removed from the person. The same goes for additional limbs and features that do not exist on the original body, although these injuries are permanent, unlike clothes and objects which will reform upon transformation.

page 4: other known possibilities of transformations:

- Partial changes to a transformation may occur in the event of permanent injury, such as gaining a prosthetic after losing a limb, but nothing else in the outfit changes.

-It is possible for a transformation's change to be affected by other superpowered persons. This is commonly shown by similarities in outfit transformations, as elements of the superpowered persons apperance change to resemble each other.

-Changes in colour are extremely rare and usually only occur in small aspects

other changes and risks: Some changes are permanent and may not disappear when a superpowered person detransforms.

-Reproductive changes: Any biological offspring will have the exact same powers as the parent. However, pregnancy will be risky, and have a high rate of failure, especially if the mother does not have any superpowered abilities.

-Dreams: While there is no known reason for this occurrence, supers will rarely be able to remember their dreams, except those with dream related abilities or legacy supers. However, despite this the people in question will usually be experiencing nightmares, and superpowered people are at high risk for night terrors and sleep terror disorder.

-A superpowered person's body will adapt to their powers and it is extremely unlikely for one to be harmed by their own power, but this may result in permanent changes that may cause inconvenience in daily life. If this is something you or a loved one experience, please inform your GP

-Overuse of powers: While powers appear to be adapted to not cause harm to the user, overuse of powers can result in a large amount of pain and possible long term damage

below that is an image of two people, on looking like a doctor, a pale man with dull brown hair and dull green eyes, dressed as a doctor and smiling with a clipboard, looking at a person shown from behind, with long mint hair.

page 5: what does this mean for me?

Discovering and controlling your abilities is often the first step one may take inbecoming a superhero. Here at the P.I.S we offer many pathways to doing so,including all required training, courses, and experiences.

We also acknowledge that some super powered people do not seek to become asuperhero, but the P.I.S still has a place for them! We offer many career pathsand courses for almost any job and our career advisors can match up the perfectpower-job combinations to give you a leg up if you are interested in using yourabilities in your career. For more information, visit jobs.pis.uk

Use of powers in a job, or to otherwise earn money using superpowered abilities,without a license is a serious offence that can result in fines starting from £5000,and a potential ban from working in that field.

below is the superhero arrow, grinning at a woman in a plain looking suit. he has one hand on his hip and the other is shaking hands with the woman. the women has red hair and eyes, and pointy red nails.

Due to the nature of superpowered abilities, it is important to gettailored advice and support for affected individuals.For more information call us at our support helpline at 020 7946 0xxx. Both our lines are open from 8:30am-10pm mon-fri and 9:30am-9pm sat.You can also visit our website for more resources at pis.uk/resources. end id]

sorry for last weeks lack of update, irl stuff is happening too much and too fast

anyway heres something ive wanted to do for a while, a pamphlet thats kinda medical style? it seemed like it would be fun and i wanted an excuse to try something new and im always down to infodump (affectionate) about my ocs

however im half asleep, ive already delayed an update for a week, and im a little stressed so i didnt get a proper proofread so sorry if theres any typo or if i left a placeholder in ill get it later if i see any late

edit: did i really forget to fucking finish the fake phone number at the end? anyway sometimes fake phone numbers are reserved for tv and stuff if a phone number is needed, thats the one used for london fake numbers, i just forgot to finish it until i went back to write the id there

#someone always cares #sac #webcomic #lore #worldbuilding #im nervous to post bc i was like. is this to self indulgent? will people like it?#and then i was like bro.#its my fucking webcomic OF COURSE its self indulgent that half the fucking point #some of this is stuff ive rambled lots to friends but realised oh it just hasnt come up in comic so here it is i guess #im hoping this is readable bc i can read it fine on my phone

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