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connan-l · 1 month

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Now that Season 7's first trailer is out, it slightly validated some of my theories about which chapters is going to be adapted — so I decided to make a prediction of what Seasons 7 & 8 could looks like (I mean, we still don't have any confirmation for Season 8, but there's no way we don't get it, right?) I'm probably going to be very wrong but it was fun to try and think about!

I'm going to make the assumption that we'll get 13 episode instead of 11 because of something fun I found out: so far there's been 74 episodes of NatsuYuu (OVAs notwithstanding), which means that if we add two seasons of 13 episodes we'll reach the 100 :) So I hope we actually do get 13 episodes this time (I've also seen some people wondering if we'll exceptionnally get a 22 or 26 episodes season because of the 15th/20th years anniversary, which could be fun but I doubt they'll do that sadly).

Season 7:

Episode 1: Chapter 84 (Mini-Nyanko) Episode 2: Chapter 80 (Yorishima intro) Episode 3: Chapter 77 (Hakozaki 2) Episode 4: Chapter 83 (Kitamoto bookstore) Episode 5: Special 17/84.5 (Teen Matonato 2) Episode 6: Chapters 95 & 96 (Isamu arc) Episode 7: Chapter 81 (Flower bed) Episode 8: Chapters 92-94 (Miharu arc) Episode 9: Chapters 92-94 (Miharu arc) Episode 10: Chapter 87 (Nishimura) Episode 11: Special 8/31.5 (Chobi special) Episode 12: Chapters 88 & 89 (Souko arc) Episode 13: Chapters 88 & 89 (Souko arc)

Season 8:

Episode 1: Chapter 71 (Ake & Shiro) Episode 2: Special 14/67.5 (Birds & Reiko) Episode 3: Chapters 106 & 107 (Yorishima arc 2) Episode 4: Chapters 90 & 91 (Tenjou-san/painting arc) Episode 5: Special 19/89.5 (Matoba station) Episode 6: Chapters 85 & 86 (Tanatsutaki inn arc) Episode 7: Chapters 85 & 86 (Tanatsutaki inn arc) Episode 8: Chapter 99 (Origami) Episode 9: Chapter 108 (Chobi) Episode 10: Chapters 100-104 Homura arc Episode 11: Chapters 100-104 Homura arc Episode 12: Chapters 100-104 Homura arc Episode 13: Chapter 105 (Post-Homura)

For Season 7: I know some people wish the season could start with the exorcist chapters, but I think it makes more sense we begin with a ‘normal’ slice-of-life Natsuyuu episode rather than the more heavy stuff. It’s been seven years, after all; they need to reestablish the series’ characters and world properly, and I think chapter 84 with the clay mini-nyanko is th best one for that. I mean, in this chapter we have: Natsume returning a name, mentions of Reiko & the book, cameos of Tanuma and the Fujiwaras (the anime could probably briefly add Kitanishi, Taki & Sasada too), and a bittersweet story about a yokai Natsume befriends — so I think it’s perfect for a new start to a new season. Then it makes sense to follow this up with the exorcist stuffs in episodes 2 & 3. I'm hesitating which one would go first though; if we follow the manga chronologically then it would be the Hakozaki one, but I think they'll likely choose to reintroduce Natori first... I do believe it's important to introduce Yorishima early on too so that they can later adapt the second Yorishima arc in Season 8, to really establishes him as this new important recurrent character. (Though I wonder if 2 exorcist episodes side-by-side would be too much, so maybe they'll adapt Yorishima intro for ep2, then have another slice-of-life episode, then have the Hakozaki chapter.... who knows)

After that I’m no sure on the order, but there must also be the Taki brother arc for a Taki-focused episode, then the Kitamoto & Nishimura chapters. I think it’d makes sense to adapt both of the Kitanishi chapters in season 7 so that then in season 8 they could adapt the Tenjou-san/painting arc in order to make it feel balanced (or they could do the reverse and adapt Tenjou-san arc before in season 7, but I think it's better if it comes after). And then have the flower bed chapter as another slice-of-life episode (which I think is important to have before the Souko arc thematically). Not gonna lie it really frustrates me that they decided to adapt the Tanuma & Misuzu chapters in a movie, because now Tanuma doesn’t have his own arc like Taki has :( At least he still appears more than her in other arcs, but they’re not focused on him so it’s not the same.

So the Chobi special from Volume 8 might seems weird to be in season 7, and admittedly I doubt it'll ever be adapted (maybe in an OAV?? But who knows) - but I thought about it because of Chapter 108 which is also centered on Chobi. Having the Chobi special before Chapter 108 seemed logical to me, though there's more chance we'll get another special like Special 14 or 18. (UNLESS they manage to adapt the Chobi special with Chapter 108 in a single episode... I dunno).

And there's no way they don't adapt the second teen Natori special, which has to be before Miharu arc. I think the Miharu arc will happens either in the middle or towards the end of the season, but I believe having Souko's arc as the final would be pretty emotionally impactful, with ideally 2 episodes. It’s the origin of the Book of Friends after all, so it’s important to really highlight it (though I doubt they'll do that unfortunately, I think they'll likely try to cram everything into a single episode as usual with the 2 chapters arcs -_-).

For Season 8: I think it makes sense to start with slice-of-life chapters with this season too, but admittedly I wasn't really sure which one. The Ake & Shiro or the origami chapters seems the more likely. Then there's still Special 14, which could also make a fun slife-of-life episode.

The Tenjou-san/painting arc and then the Noren inn arc in this season was more fitting than the last in order to balance the focus on Natsume's school friends - and like I said earlier, even though chronologically it happens later in the manga I think they will adapt the second Yorishima arc as well here. I think it’d make sense they decide to adapt the special with Matoba here too (It could be in Season 7 I suppose? But then it would a wayyy too exorcist-focused season).

What I’m the most confident in is that they’ll decide to end Season 8 with the Homura arc, and that it’ll take 3 episodes. This is such a long, important arc, and if they don’t mess it up it would make an amazing final; especially if after that we don’t get another new season until at least a few years.

(Hopefully we won’t have to wait 6 years for Season 9 afterwards… There was 2 years between Season 2 and Season 3, and then 4 years between Season 4 and Season 5, so if Season 8 is released in 2025 then I hope we’ll get Season 9 in like. 2028-2029. please.)

Anyway, just for fun I tried to imagine what a Season 9 could look like too:

Season 9:

Episode 1: Chapters 109 & 110 (Kaka arc) Episode 2: Chapters 117 & 118 (Occult salon arc) Episode 3: Chapter 112 (Taki Matoba tea party) Episode 4: Chapters 113-116 (Younger Cousin arc) Episode 5: Chapters 113-116 (Younger Cousin arc) Episode 6: Chapters 113-116 (Younger Cousin arc) Episode 7: Chapter 111 (Tanatsukitanishi beach) Episode 8: Chapter 120 (Hakozaki 3) Episode 9: Chapters 121-126 (Portrait of a Girl arc) Episode 10: Chapters 121-126 (Portrait of a Girl arc) Episode 11: Chapters 121-126 (Portrait of a Girl arc) Episode 12: Chapters 121-126 (Portrait of a Girl arc) Episode 13: Chapters 127 (Homura cats returns)

This would make for a super plot-heavy season, but well all the recent arcs ARE very plot-focused lol. I initially thought that maybe the Portrait of a Girl arc could make it more to a potential Season 10 while the younger cousin arc could the final for Season 9, but ending the season on such a personal, Natori-focused arc like that would be a bit... strange. So! If we have Portrait of a Girl as a final, I think it makes sense for the occult salon arc to be at the very start of the season to introduce Shinobu and Clara (I vaguely thought it would be fun if they introduced them in Season 8, but the idea of a whole season where we start with the looming threat of Matoba's mysterious sister only to have her identity revealed at the very end is really cool too). I think the beach chapter too could be nice after the Natori arc as a sort of break before we got back into the heavy plot stuff with the 3rd Hakozaki chapter. I gave Portrait of a Girl 4 episodes here because I think it's what it wolud need to be properly adapted (it IS the longest arc to date after all, with 6 chapters!) but because of that I had to scrap the Hinoe chapter (which could then be adapted into Season 10). However I think it's more likely they adapt it into a three-episodes arc sadly (same thing with the Younger Cousin arc, they'll probably cram it into 2 episodes rather than three...)

And here it is haha. Can't wait to see how completely false my predictions will be lol.

Following this, the still unadapted chapters would include: Chapter 119 (Hinoe/Natsume crossdressing), Chapter 128 (current arc) that would fit into Season 10, then Special 18 (Nyanko meets little boy), Special 20 (movie special), Special 21 (little traveling yokai), Special 22 (Ribbon Nyanko & Mana Kitamoto), all of which could either fit in Season 10 or in an OAV.

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headsincloud9 · 10 months

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Credit: 400+ smut prompt list was found on pintrest from a tumblr that was called @trash-hours

400+ smut prompt you can use for 2 paragraph smut as well as requests, or asks.

Rules here.

SMUT UNDER DNI

Part 2

1. " Ths cock isn't gonna suck itsell.

2. "So desperate for it aren't you? Well, if you want it so bad you better start taking it."

3. "I'd hold onto something if I were you.

4. "1 love it when you moan my name."

5. "Just a littie harder."

6. "Let me give you a reason to stay in bed."

7. "No panties?"

8. "I want you now."

9. "Use your tongue."

10. "Please don't stop.

11. "I can't sleep without you here."

12. "If you don't change out of those shorts and into some pants l'll have them around by lunch."

13, "Do you like that?"

14, "You need a place to stay for the night?"

15. "Spend the night with me?"

16. "You can get louder can't you?"

17. "Look what you do to me.

18. "| want to taste you."

19. "I think it's time you get rid of that V-Card."

20. "Open your mouth."

21. "If you want to cum you better beg."

22. "Maybe I should leave you like this, that way anyone who wanted to use you could have a

go with you, Would you like that?"

23. "That feels so good."

24, "Don't cum yet."

25. "Strip. Now."

26. "Take off your clothes."

27. "Bite me!" "if you insist."

28. "Can you feel what you're doing to me?"

29. "This is a one time thing."

30. "Tell me how you like it."

31. "Get on your hands and knees, right now."

32. "I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it."

33. "1 just want to please you."

34. "Each of my thoughts about you are improper."

35. "I love it when you kiss my neck."

36. "Don't be gentie."

37, "I've never wanted to fuck you more than 1 do now.

38. "You want to have sex with me?"

39. "You're not going out dressed like that."

40. "I'm afraid i can not longer remain professional."

41. "Make me."

42. "You're mine."

43. "l love it when you talk dirty."

44. "I'Il let you do anything if you just touch me now.

45. "I've never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly.

46. "This is new."

47. "Don't give me that look."

48, "Like what you see?"

49. "Stay quiet."

50, "I told you to stay still."

51. "I promise I'll be good."

52. "Just shut up and fuck me."

53. "You feel so good."

54. "| want you inside me."

55. "| think I like you better with a gag in your mouth.

56. "I'd like to breed you."

57. "Perhaps I need to remind you of your place."

58. "I think I've made my intentions clear.

59. "Be a good girl and spread your legs."

60. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of you."

61. "I know a workout you might actually enjoy."

62. "Come on. Take it all on your own like a good littie pet."

63, "Think you can handie that much."

64, "Let me show you what happens to littie brats who don't follow the ru

65. "How do you feel about two at once?"

66. "I want it to hurt."

67. "I had no idea you were into this kinda thing.

68. "Don't tempt me."

69, "I've never done this before.'

70. "Don't be afraid. It's me."

71. "I just want to feel something.

72. "I swear I'm gonna fuck the next person that comes through that door

73. "I want your cock in my mouth."

74. "Wanna join?"

75. "Mind if 1 join?"

76. "I'm either joining or watching, you pick."

77, "Don't make me take you home and punish you."

78. "Your more than just a one night stand."

79. "Don't forget who you belong to."

80. "Want me to give it back? Make me."

81. "Would you just shut up and kiss me already.

82. "Try to stay quiet, understand?"

83. "| think I've spoiled you too much these last few days."

84. "We're in public, you know."

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liaromancewriter · 1 month

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It Happened One Miami Night (2/?)

Series Premise: A work trip to Miami means finally accepting that some risks are worth taking. Or are they?

Fandom: Choices Book: Open Heart Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Teen. Angsty Fluff Words: 975

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A/N: I'm using @choicesflashfics week 77, prompt 2 and @choicesmonthlychallenge March challenge dialogue prompt 7.

In the usual scheme of things, Ethan Ramsey enjoyed attending medical conferences. He found the plenaries and presentations on ongoing research thought-provoking, for the most part, and enjoyed scintillating conversations with noted medical minds from around the world.

But these were not regular times. Half of him was still in Boston, running differentials and trying to find a cure for Naveen. The other half was deathly worried his plan this weekend would fail on both fronts: convincing Declan Nash to help him and keeping things strictly professional with Cassie Valentine.

To make matters worse, he spotted the current president of the AMA, who sneered nastily when their eyes met across the lobby. He was clearly still smarting from when Ethan had torn apart his keynote address after last year’s conference.

The man’s research was flawed. Was he supposed to sit quietly and shower adoration on a pompous fraud?

He mentally rolled his eyes and half-listened to colleagues who’d accosted him as soon as they arrived at the hotel in Miami.

Ethan might have exaggerated when he told the Rookie that everyone at these conferences either hated him or wanted something from him, but the truth was somewhere in between.

Given his relatively young age, senior physicians felt he hadn’t earned his dues yet and needed to be put in his place. Event organizers coerced him into participating in their program — an example of a young doctor who’d completed his training in the new millennium. His age showed residents they’d chosen the right career, and success was in sight sooner than they thought.

Ethan’s heart skipped a beat as Cassie appeared through the rotating doors. His eyes narrowed as he noticed her disquiet. Was there an issue with her room? He might have added her to the trip late, but he had updated the hotel reservation before the cut-off deadline.

Her expression cleared as she ran into Mirani and Delarosa. He was too far away to hear their conversation, but the easy smile and laughter in Cassie’s eyes mesmerized him. A gentle ocean breeze ruffled her hair and toyed with the hem of her black dress, lifting it above her knee.

He froze, a fly helplessly caught in a spider’s web.

“She’s off limits,” he repeated silently under his breath, forcing himself to look away.

After promising to meet for drinks later, he finally extricated himself from the group. He joined Cassie near the steps, where she was instructing the bellhop about their luggage.

“Dear lord, that was tedious,” Ethan commented. “Please, tell me we’re all set with the rooms.”

“Yes, but there was one problem,” Cassie said, handing the bellhop a folded bill before facing Ethan and giving him a keycard. “The reservation was only for room.”

Ethan rubbed his brows as Cassie explained the room mix-up. He felt the heat under his collar at the thought of sharing a couples’ suite with her. This weekend was already off to a rough start.

“Morons.” His eyes snapped in anger at the incompetence of the hotel staff.

But he was more annoyed at himself. He’d been in a hurry when he called the hotel a few days ago and should’ve paid more attention.

“Let’s head inside,” he said as Cassie watched him anxiously. “We’ve got work to do.”

Thirty minutes later, Ethan marched out of the convention hall and kept going, uncaring about the voices calling his name in greeting.

“Dr. Ramsey, wait,” he heard Cassie behind him, but he couldn’t face her. Not yet.

His head buzzed with Nash’s taunts, and the vindictiveness in the other man’s supercilious tone burned like salt on an open wound.

He stopped when he reached the outdoor deck facing the ocean. Gripping the railing tightly, he breathed in the saltwater air and closed his eyes against the rays of the mid-morning sun.

Ethan’s shoulders hunched in dejection. He had failed Naveen.

He jumped when he felt a hand tentatively touch his back. From the way his pulse quickened, he knew it was Cassie.

God, he wanted to lose himself in her. Just once, he wanted to take something for himself without worrying about risks or consequences.

“It’s pointless,” he said quietly, watching waves crash against the white sands. “Nash won’t budge.”

“About that … I think we need to talk,” Cassie said, breathless from chasing after him. “Nash isn’t the only Panacea rep here. I can wait until he leaves the booth and try with someone else.”

“They all report to him,” Ethan said, looking over his shoulder. “By now, they’ve all been warned not to help us.”

“But——”

“This is not your fault, Valentine,” Ethan cut off her protests with a raised hand. “I knew it was a long shot.”

“We can still try,” Cassie insisted, lifting one manicured hand to shade her eyes as she tilted her head back to gaze determinedly at him. “We have two whole days here.”

“You should attend the sessions,” Ethan said, peering intently into green eyes brimming with emotion. “It’s good learning for a resident and will give you a leg up in the competition.”

“I thought we were in this together,” Cassie said, lifting her hands in an agitated plea.

“I need to catch up with some colleagues.” He shook his head and made to brush past her into the lobby. “I’ll see you later.”

Ethan knew abandoning Cassie like that was cowardly, but his feelings were too raw. Desire swam under the surface, ready to surface at the slightest provocation. He had to get himself under control before sharing a room with her.

Off limits, he told himself grimly.

But his heart had a mind of its own, and he glanced over his shoulder to where Cassie stood, watching him walk away, the sun shining down on her, lighting her blonde hair bright like a beacon calling him home.

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d0ll0rwh0re · 3 days

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Born to Die

hey, so, basically, i was writing this fanfiction called born to die based upon kurt cobain and an original character called nirvana lacey anhedönia and, well, i never finished it and i think i’ve lost the inspiration to. but, i still want it to see the light of day because i think it’s beautiful (sort of). so, here we are.

Gibson Girl.

1480 words.

July 6, 1981.

Aberdeen.

Washington.

[ You wanna… ]

Lovelace.

That’s what I’m fucking carving into my arm. With that oh-so-American size of the knife, the cut was deep and my handwriting as unhinged as it could be, probably and possibly worse than the cruel (upon me!) variety of forms it takes; like it was in my journal (I’ve always adored the copulation of the words probably and possibly as it tends so well to my seeming lack of sincerity and existential confusion), but worse, worse. Tingling all over I was in not an aroused, sexual way—but in the way it tingles when the high becomes scary, when the swirly faces start to scratch at you and when your belly feels scarily pregnant (everyone whom I know wants children; I wonder, am I sociopathic or a prophetess? Probably both, they’re primarily synonymous anyway). I knew so damnéd well I was addicted to this shit, the little, translucent, hallucinatory blotters (I prefer ’em trippy on both the outside and in, and pink; but I’m an addict! I’ll take whatever anyways) I get by shaking my ass to the guy whose name I do not wish to have my married brain clouded with. He still cut into my head like the knife that was working with all it’s effort and my inputs carving that v on my plump, ripe forearm. I was addicted as fuck; and I fucking loved it. At the very fucking least, I was pumping out poems like a heroine of the fifties. It’s what it was: the fifties had Sylvia Plath and the eighties had me. Downright iconic. The blood by now—I felt like a lamb, but I knew I was the dragon—was flooding my lap on which that forearm of mine was settled. I apologise if my writing, grammer, thoughts, anything else is fucked up in this or don’t make sense—I’m drugged up into Cloud Nineteen (ten blotters, two packs of Marlboro Reds over this evening).

I know I sound fucking insane and I probably am, and I treat myself to pain Virgin Mary couldn’t have dreamt off—but, I promise I’m not mean. Just a hard, excessive exterior and a tight, eager posterior in this dollhood of mine. Does that even make sense…? I don’t fucking know shit… “Ah, fuck…” I whispered with the most disappointing one I could muster when I fucked up the second l of Lovelace.

Lovelace, Lovelace… Great, I have to recall him.

The fucker who got me into this.

Norwegian trucker in India who was friends with my greaser pa, Norman Anhedönia, called Gibson Lovelace. The chap had forty years worth of oxygen wasted in his shallow breathing (he always breathed shallow, even when he came; I had noticed), a nine-incher monster of a dick, pedophilia, a drunkard wife and an obsession with me. I’d always been what Nabokovian terms would term nymphet, and I do say I’m split on it. I’m a shit daughter and a demon child, or am I? Maybe I’m just depressed and suicidal, or I’m fucking divine and the reincarnation of Eve meant to meet her Adam through a senseless act of violence upon myself (I didn’t know at the time, but I was fucking foreshadowing; go me.). Every girl needs a senseless act of violence properly upon herself but rarely upon the other to discover her one and only cult leader.

Anywho, Gibson led me into his truck away from my father who was too busy cleaning his shades listening to Elvis on the records: January of ’77, I was seven going to turn eight in the November of that year. He fucked me raw, smashed my head so hard into the steering wheel that I bled (I was questioning too much), kissed my cuts and made me promise I wouldn’t pick up a knife again but didn’t do shit about what I actually felt; he told me to stick my tongue out and placed this thin translucent sheet of pink from a little booklet he kept in his glovebox. And I decided that I loved it. I’m at fault, I’m at fault… Fuck Waheguru.

I’m finished. I squeezed my arm as hard as I could, the blood spraying over the marble floor (I had tucked the rug away; I can’t let Mumma see). My incisors with the utmost force to keep my vocal chords at bay dug into my chapped bottom lip and drew blood there too. It trickled down to my chin and came to nirvana at my lap resting amongst the other red molecules; it left a ferric taste on the tip of my tongue, slightly bitter and quite sweet. Bittersweet. Blood, blood, blood, blood, blood… Blood, everywhere. Gibson would’ve rubbed it all over my nipples and told me to lick it up like it was his sperm all over my asscheeks or, well, just cheeks. I did have quite big tits for an almost twelve-year-old, I must admit… I’ve always had more estrogen and my estrogen was also more sensitive: susceptible. Susceptible to manipulation, fuckery, religion, what not… Finally, I could fucking feel something except for the stimuli of my g-spot and the irritation in my nostrils that still blossomed when I chainsmoked indoors or that itching feeling in me when I go too much time without my LSD. I have this delusion that I only pump men good or pump out good stuff when I’m pumped on those little squares: He said that LSD would be good for me when I told him that I write; I’ve been pumpin’ poetry for my baby ever since. I hate children, and I sincerely wish that all babies die alongside their parents and the doctors and the nurses and the medical’s parents and me…

My disorders kicked in (Borderline Personality Disorder, majorly untreated) and I fucking panicked. After so much shit, I fucking panicked. Panicked. Jumping up almost to slam my head to the sink I was cutting up like ham under, I had to hold onto the sink to make myself stand actually. I slowly experienced my hand creep up to switch on the faucet (like Gibby did to the faucet in my eyes everytime he crossed my neurocircuitry) and my other arm (I’m right-handed) creep to wash the blood from Lovelace off. Thankfully, I had a few bottles of peroxide, a pack of Reds, a babydoll dress all set up, razor and men’s shaving cream, my skincare, makeup—all of that set up, and the shower prepped as well. Today, I was to die.

The same year as Gibson’s arrival to me, I spiralled and ended up flinging my curvy body down the roof of some pretentious hotel in Seattle. I didn’t die, unfortunately. Then, well, I was transferred to a crazy people place for four years until I got out in March of ’81 (this year!) equally, if not more, fucked up. I had glowed so much surrounded by my little hellspawns, my creatures... My paradise is dying in the arms of nobody. But, I couldn’t care when the blotters kicked in and helped my cerebrum in distorting so fucking shittily my face into some eldritch horror that passed the likes of werewolves mid-transformation and golems. I giggled manically at the twistings of my eyes into the hair and my ears into halo, my mouth stretched through the giggle was transmuted to the petrified image of a dog and a lady and what fucking not. Oh, I need my pen… Pen, pen, pen, pen,... pen!

The lad

I tried to write into the journal page I had kept open on the small settee of my bathroom that I had also made sure to drip some of my essence onto (not like that, pervs; the blood, I’m saying) but my mouth wouldn’t co-operate with my cerebellum or my cerebrum. The giggles just wouldn’t stop and they just got more and more distorted like guitars fitted into amps and amps and shredding. I fell back on the ground, it cushioned by my ass, and held my head in my arms, shaking my head as if to curate outside of my all the fogginess and to shake out of my trip. I wanted to write, write! Not whatever the fuck this was. My eyes were squeezed so hard, I was crying. And, I couldn’t fucking stop laughing like a shitshow.

“Oh, God, stop, stop, stop, just fucking stop…!” Hadn’t even realised I was sobbing but in that moment that epiphany hit me like a freight train (whatever the fuck a freight train is; I just picked up on the writing tool from whatever I read using this). My arm was still bleeding, smearing blood over my cheeks; my lip was still cut from my teeth, bleeding the smaller bits too; I was shaking like a fucking banyan leaf in the rainstorms of Wash.

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Strangers.

5010 words.

July 6, 1981.

Aberdeen.

Washington.

[ Don’t talk to strangers, or you might fall in love ]

Even the isolation, deprave, and mesophilia of our fucked-up, Lacey, crazies hospital was better than this drenched, little town. What was better than any of those two fucking disasters, though, was my stance on the railway tracks. Sittin’ there like teke-teke, waitin’ for my gorgeous guts to be smashed over, destroyed, violated, clawed out by the grinders of the train. I’d never seen starry nights—the ladies at Lacey would never have enough testicles to let me watch a shooting star and hope that it crash into me, the fuckin’ meteorite. My years at Cawnpore already were quite less in number, and it eternally was too polluted for us to see something more than the dhruv star and a few other killers; I’d never seen starry nights. According to this astronomical magazine I picked up while the nurses took us out to the local stores of Lacey for us teenage girls to detoxify our battlefields for minds, today was a meteor shower and I was thoroughly intrigued by blazing space rocks in the skies, so I bluffed and fucked my way out of the hospital. My egg and sperm donors did not believe for a major nanosecond that I was cured. At two years of pained age, I was standing in the middle of the gray-like-me roads, conscious of the act; at four, I burnt my pierced earlobe on purpose, using the steam-fuelled iron to; at six, any blade I pranced upon would find it’s metallic way to scent the room in the aroma of my equally metally blood, I only wished for one to kiss those marks and draw about them, to be what the lyre was to Apollo; at eight, this curvy brain of mine finally snapped into her hemispheres and told me to fling my curvy body down the highest story of our hotel. At eight, my suppliers abandoned their Catholic mistake of a dolly into a mental hospital in my Americana birthplace, Lacey.

There, I morphed myself like the blesséd Phoenix, curse, profanity I am into The Mother. Mother Lace, Mother Nirvana, Messiah of thee, and the literary combo of Three. One of the only times I shall ever cherish are my years with those six girls… My girls: my loves, only ones who would ever succeed in enveloping me with so much heat that the outward exterior, the exoskeleton of middle fingers and catty hisses, melts into a puddle of rot beneath me and the inner delicacy of my wretched fragility and mortality is on display for all those mental fuckers to eat.

Needless to say…, I missed my bundle of little women, my packets of compressed, oppressed joy. So, I lay there longing with my arms stretched onward craving hiraeth in the Heavens—now that I look back, it never was hiraeth. I knew exactly what my home was: the browned mental hospital where I spent four formative years of my Jim Morrison's life in. I longed for the hug of my collected daughters, their soft digits brushing my hair as they softly inquired escape from the hellhole I promised to save them from. My girls... I loved them, like the mother they never received. I had promised, I had promised… I was a betrayer. What mother to those girls…

On instinct I experienced my hands reach to the crown of my head, relief coursing through my blood the moment a thorn stung me. Their entity had crafted for me a crown of thorns to relish me as their Lady and Saviour. I did feel blood seep from the pinch, but I stuck my finger between my lips and thrashed my tongue around, gazing at the dying glows of the starry night.

I pretended to be Jesus.

I am Judas, or am I?

I don’t even know what I’m writing. You’re hallucinating while interpreting strange symbols written left-to-right in lead and antimony compounds upon thin, delicate tablet-like structures made of tree sap, so I guess we two are never too far apart in our crazy.

Well, to them (my girls: Laine Jean Ray, Bonita Ana Dios, Aurora May-Belle Long, Theresa Midge Check, Verbena de Baïa Voisin, Margaret Sarah Check), I still remain Yeshua. Yet, I feel a wolf in lamb’s skin as myself; a panther in the throes of the night sky that I stare emptily, tearily, upon. I fake it so real, I am beyond fake (translation: you people are fucking dumb).

In my convulsing tubule of thoughts birthed by my cerebral quality, I failed in my life to notice movement, possibly a metre from me. I was laid over the railway track like a corpse, eyes empty yet body warm for no reason at all. It truly seems bizarre how the movement noticed me neither—maybe dissolved so much in the grief were they that they were as heady as me, as crazy as I! Trapped inside the fever dream of their own thoughts, vowed to never spit it out, bit tongues and summertimes spent in clawing bedsheets and clamping hands over the own lips so as to refrain from the awareness that might spread. That might say…: I am iron. I am usable, extremely so. Exploit me, as if you have not already. Though, I might have not warneth thou… I rot as vigorously as I am used, keep me out in the world and I will break down and become ash of myself. In the velvet night, a puff of air as a sigh crawled out of me, liquid dripping down the corneas of I, ruining not the night (this was to be, I planned to die today for fuck’s sake) but my precious mascara and eyeliner. Oh, how I worked on that lining to accentuate my inherited, unwanted, auto-appreciated felinity. I’d be the prettiest girl in the morgue.

Someday you will ache like I ache.

Anyhow, the shower from the atmosphere had concluded a few minutes prior. And, well, finally, the train I was waiting for to scramble and crumble my guts into nothing but wasted potential, like I already was, had arrived… Only, it arrived wrong. It ran over the steel beside me, beside us (counting in the movement I am). A severe monsoon bummer filled my chest, the void in my heart had been concealed tightly and packed with Lyssa, Eris, what not. I craved to screech at the tyrant Father for his sin, for his fucking disruptive mercy on me—I did not want mercy! I needed death to fuck me like his personal, unpaid, loyal servant-girl; I needed it violent! So, as soon as all registered in my voluminous cerebrum, I recoiled in my pose, resorting to the protection of a foetal position as I screamed out my sobs and muffled them by staining my shaved thighs with my lipstick and drool smelling of minty chew-gum that I chewed last minute, tears of brown-black from my mascara and liner, hitting my head against my knees and punching the bloody rails that I was once moonbathing over until I experienced my knuckles burn and bruise, actual slivers of blood peek through the skin. I continued then too, but was too passionate in my quiet wailing to keep up the aggression.

And, thence, I swiped my tears with my bleeding knuckles, unrealising in my little girl’s misery of the fact, and smeared blood over my eyes and mascara over my blood. By some distance, I could hear some twigs crunching, maybe it was the movement I hadn’t noticed beforehand. When I did notice in that current moment, fear struck my gut like Cupid’s arrow when I had seen Priscilla Presley for the first time in forever. Naturally, a response occurred within the fatty mass of electric muscle in my head and I recoiled within myself, burying my face in my knees that I had pulled to my tits, only my eyes blinking up like a defensing cat—if I had been a cat, my pupils would have shrunken to that reptilian, creepy glare. I saw that the thing was lighting a cigarette, my cravings relit alongside (the appearance of the thing was half-revealed in the dim spark).

Stupidly as I ever could be, I murmured from my coil, “Do you have a light?” However softly I did speak, the boy did hear because it was the death of the night in wherever we were, the railroad was as quiet as could be with the crickets around chirping and inaudible bats may or may not be sauntering about. Dim moonlight that I somedays worshipped (as a witch, I did) proved herself, and I saw him. The first predicament was that he’s cute: blond, ice eyes, hopeless swagger, shaky legs. He paused himself in his trek, and slowly but mildly clumsily, turned to see my form. Perhaps cold moonlight proved her importance to hallucinatory pages of dead sap’s inkéd words of feel-good love. Wow, fuck, I went overboard on there. So, he scrutinised me for a moment, squinting to gaze at me carefully.

I’ll never forget what came out of my future husband’s mouth the first time he spoke a single thing to me…: You look very pretty when you’re crying; tears suit you. I don’t think that I can emphasise the moan that was nearly to escape me at that very moment, it was a shockwave of whatever down my spine to my ladyness. My knees dropped to become flat, just legs, and I did acknowledge the gashes in my doll heart bleeding so vigorously, it matched my swallowed drool.

“You don’t mean that, you’re drunk.”

His honeyed voice, sort of scratchy as I observed he was pubescent and hormonal in his blue jeans, white striped shirt—walked into the room, you know you made my eyes burn!—and black-y jacket he kept open, pushed me to experience the yayo-type, giggly joy of his chuckle, he shook his head in amuséd denial of his drunkenness. He was poetic, he had a slur, he had his thin lips wrapped around a cigarette—shit, I needed them wrapped around mine… And, I loved it. Why the fuck was I enamoured? “You’re a hypocrite,” He paused for a moment, maintaining that smile. Two distinct holes, punctures in muscle, were noticed by thee truly, myself, at that very moment; I felt my ribcaged heart palpitate. “You’re bawling your eyes out here like Virgin Mary.”

“Oh, fuck me, that’s beautiful.” The moan that was slowly and gradually, steadily and irresistibly, mountaineering up my throat finally escaped in the form of this: *Oh, fuck me, that’s beautiful*. Which, I did mean—how could I not mean *this*? I’m not Lisa Rowe, you buzz (although I wish to be—have you not read the sheer charisma produced from the description Kaysen emits of her? She was definitely the prettiest girl in the morgue!).

Hands of his extended to mine, both, and I took them, shakingly wobbling from my psych-out. I felt drunk. As terror-inducin’ it seems, drugs had exhilarated me, no cock of a man who had money this nymphet had onlooked had been left out, I was such a La Lolita for my crazy desires—but I had never had a swig before. Smelling the booze off my falling, twisted guy as he pulled me up from my literal and mental death—I only knew that my heart was hitting at my sinews, she felt a depraved wanderlust. Some wanderlust it was to, like a man in a Prime Minister pose, mark that free, angel Earth mine with maybe a flag (a tattoo) or a hole (a lovebite), something, somewhat. I held onto his shoulders for both metaphorical and literal support, he held onto the curve of the lower back I possessed, though the fabric of his jackie didn’t benefit friction and he kept slipping his arm off accidentally because, one, he adorned too much weight on; two, the fabircs intermingled like our forms, the cheap satin and whatever the fuck his jacket was made of. “Why am I a hypocrite, though?” I finally asked this little blond dude what had been pestering me (I am not to blame for this worthy-of-disdain obsessiveness, I have Borderline Personality Disorder. I am Cool Girl: I am nothing in my soul if not obsessive) for how millennium long. His ocean eyes matched mine for a moment, and he seemed to think through for a momento before he permitted the giggle of a hyena break out of him: Because you’re pretty when you cry, and I’m not.

“Yes, you are.” No hesitation was laced through me, none of that unaware uncertainty that I usually experienced leaking through my tune when I comforted one of my girls—my girls...—and instead was there an ignorant stubbornness. I was always stubborn, but what the fuck? I, having registered in my still plush cerebrum that my crown of thorns (gifted to me by Laine specifically, although all the girls worked on it) had fallen like my Lucifer when I had risen, thence I bent to grab my status, injuring my already injured hand thus further as the thorns pierced and pricked into my skin. And, I didn’t even cry…

He recoiled almost physically at my olden compliment (remember the first dialogue of the previous paragraphed rambling?) and I was due a breakdown of my psyche in that very singular fraction of a minute when my man suddenly perked up, “I only have this cig,”, changing the subject. Yahweh, my knuckles burnt. I ohed a tiny bit, and chuckled, extending one of my quivering, weak limbs and bending to wrap my lipstickéd lips on the ass of that cigarette, same one he took a drag from not fifteen seconds ago. His Atlantic eyes widened for a twiddling momentous, and, possibly and probably in drunken stupor and marijuana heights of his death wish, he giggled—I physically felt my pupils dilate, what the fuck? Maybe it was the nicotine, maybe it was the aftershocks of my tiny-teeny mental breakdown on the rail, maybe it was hisself… Damn, I think I understood Grant so well in that miniscule moment: Heaven is a place on Earth with you.

The world was built for two.

Delusional, I was convinced that it was us two the moment he grabbed the cigarette from me for his chance, and he examined the matte, messy mark of my lip stamped on it.

With the dumbest smile he could muster in my damnéd opinion, this little, blond, territorial, underdeveloped man adjusted his lips on the exact place I had left my shine, suckling it like it was some part of me. He knew what he was doing, I could pluck it from the glitter in his pretty orbs that told me shit he’d never be able to spit out in our tragic, magic relationship of some thirteen years. We kissed in death like we kissed in that moment, he blew smoke into my mouth and I giggled, almost extracting the alcohol of his from the roof of his mouth as my tongue felt her way around. We parted for perhaps, well, a second (I don’t remember the details, I’m writing this after our wedding sex, 1988. We’re in our flight back to Olympia from Honolulu, and he’s sleeping on my tits), and rejoint as I adjusted the angle to kiss-fuck this virginal Cherub better. “Darling, is this your first?”, he nodded, responsive—to be frank, that was adorable...! I’m pretty sure I squeaked out of sheer kiddy excitement, squeezing the sides of his face (cheeks). My grip migrated to around his neck, form bent for he was teenier than I. I didn’t even know his name and we were kissing in the blue dark…

Parting, I only gazed into his oceanic gaze and breathlessly giggled, “Oh, wow, fuck,... That was…, yeah.” A grand total of seven partners (three females, four males) I had engaged in before this merman, and I had never felt myself stolen of breathe ever in my existence after a mere kiss. Possibly was it the intoxication, the nicotine fucking over my senses so that my taste buds tickled with the enriching experience of his glazed cavern, but was it not thrilling, oh Mary! I had enchanted outward the sweetest giggle, and he in his still stupor snuggled his head inside the curve of my shoulder and chest; he was only that much tall. I was not lanky in any aspect, neither I am still—on the flipside, truth is that my mother repeatedly insisted upon me to not drown in my head and force her to onlook, rather to go outside, soak some tan (I am racially brown, thence I don’t require a tan) and run some. I decline profusely, tangling in blankets again and writing what, if discovered, would have positively filed me into the South Sound Behavioral Hospital yet again for a term not of four years now but of God-knows-how-long.

Eventually, I figured: some other day, this nymph may or may not have only prolonged my life now, and I told myself it. By the railway roads were grasses uncared for (like most daughters were; the human was their mother and the stain’d, tall grasses were the lost), we decided unconsciously to sit by those and talk the dimlight of the night off the clouds, to dawn we conversed. As unbelievable as it may sound considering the turbulence not even Athena might have dreamt of that had plagued the twisty courses of my lifetime, I had not sipped upon the liver eater yet: alcohol! With my newfound darling, that was precisely what I did.

We were dwelling inside uncanny synchronisation with our acts: we looked around at the same time, fixated on the same piece of cement, reached to gasp one another’s hands the same moment. I didn’t flinch, neither did the blond darling. Which..., was quite, well, it was especially choking as I... Usually froze at contact of the physique from someone whom I loved. Around this time, with my drink-induced lover, it felt good.

We curled up by grass, against a gray boulder-like structure, perhaps a part of a rotten or demolished building of some sort, debris. There, I suckled upon the lengthy cancerstick and inquired like an owl: “Why were you here, anyway?” In a casual tone I did, as if it was something so normal that I was nonchalant. “Oh, y’know, to kill myself.” The answer delivered by this sweetness would dwelling in me a day or so afterward (take that very literally) was just as nonchalant, confirming the suspicion conjured by my despaired subconscious that he was just as heady as me, as crazy as me, someone who would rot along me like iron all the while fearing the rot, hiding from something murmuring within thyself and teetering about; aura as a nymphic call and melancholia as the default ring of the mood. GOD is a teenaged girl of grunge and glitter, and I am a doll (soulless, empty, pretty with no matter on the inside yet pretty from the back—it matched!).

“No, no, like, why?” I repeated with an accentuated tone and my regular gestures of hand and eye, “The reason you wanted to kill yourself. I don’t judge, promise.” I shrugged, chuckling a bit as I passed the miniature cancer to him for a drag. “Clearly.” He chuckled too, widening his eyes momentarily to allude to my appearance; as I remember it, that elicited out from me a little giggle. I mean, it was the factual; darling, not lying. A girl; a girl dressed in a pearly babydoll dress with lacy tights (opaque white-like, frilled, a bow on top of each, knee-high) and no footwear with mascara smeared down her face from a clear breakdown of her battlefield for mind, manic brown eyes with a grape-coloured lipstick on pouty heart-shaped lips, blood and dirt also staining her optic area due to her bleeding knuckles from which she punched the steel of the rails because the train did not run over her? Paired alongside the fresh wounds on display littered across that fatty arm of hers? Oh, she was a crazy chick—and I could tell that this little guy loved it. He loved my mania, he loved my blood, he loved my crazy, he loved everything that I loved about myself. Maybe it was his alcohol that urged him this way, but I loved him for he loved what he saw.

But is she pretty on the inside?

“Well,” I spaced back in with the thrill of his voice curling the air around us; I wish we were plunged into steel. Sound travels best in something like steel… What would his voice be in steel? The thought messaged down my spine a shiver. “’s mostly everything about my life. Wouldn’t say I’m addicted, but all I do these days is mope and get high, or drink. I’ve been this since last month. Last year, I saw this… This dead boy who hung himself in the woods. That really affected me, I think; I’ve got suicide genes.” He paused a bit, sighing as he was passed the smokestick again. I puckered up a bit and drew closer to his pretty face, rounding my lips out and pushing out a ring of cigarette smoke. On impulse, he stuck nose through the centre of the dissipating smoke ring which drew from me another giggle—he was just like me! I did that too! I’d never thought someone else would…? What the fuck is going on?

Taking a drag, he then resuméd: “My parents are divorced… I’m really embarrassed of that.” He added a bit hesitantly, I could gauge that he still felt the shame of it all; which perplexed me. A divorce is shameful? How so? It’s a fucking life decision… But, that’s okay because this little one was clearly less mature and emotionally developed than I, although that amount still was remarkable considering his physique and my presumé of his age (which I thought to be elder to me, but still not too much so). “Why?”

“I want my real family back. My dad promised me he wouldn’t remarry, and he fucking did; to a bitch nonetheless. I hate her and her children are so… Phoney…!” Humming at his hurt words, I was analysing him: eyes gliding over the pasty, smooth contours of his vanilla face; staring into the trench of his pupils surrounded by his ocean eyes as he passed back the almost dead cigarette to me. The guard he wore over his exterior again was forming as he read that I was reading him without contempt (he thought I was feeling that, but I was simply analysing him emotionlessly—as if he was a labrat and I was dissecting him to figure out the following: what the fuck is this little shit?). But, I got him before he leaned away or apologised: Don’t worry, go on. Say it. I hate my cousins too. He relaxed yet again, I could see his shoulders come down and he leaned into me again,. Our heads were almost leaning against each other’s, breathes intermixing with each intake and out. “Go on.” I repeated, tapping his knee to accentuate my point.

He snapped out of whatever daze (he was reading me too, perhaps; mentally dissecting my Barbie body too, perhaps) and his hand came to clasp mine. I bit back a giggle and a smile at the contact, he did notice the corner of my lips tilt upward so he took that as a positive for further lacing of his fingers with mine. I, now a bit assured in myself, squeezed his hand and nudged him again: go on.

“Right,” He chuckled, “So, well, I just feel… Alien. You know, when I was little, I used to look at the stars,” He pointed briefly to the stars that were shining above the both of us, “And imagine my real family because I just felt like I wasn’t from here, like I was from another planet. I think I like that feeling, I was homesick for a place that didn’t even exist. And, to be honest, you’re the only other alien I’ve met.” That made me giggle after I muttered hiraeth at the sentence spoken second to the last. I found in my nicotined mindscape that this… Theory, was almost verbatim of a theory I myself had gardened in my meadow for mind. “Y’know…! I felt like that too, still do actually. I just used different terms for it. I called whatever the fuck our species are Earth Angels, angels on Earth. I read somewhere once that a person with scars of cuts on their arms was called an angel by a kid, and I think I really internalised… That.”

He chuckled, “Your mind is divine, Pretty. Yeah, I think my family is also a reason in why… I want to kill myself, y’know?”

“Oh, absolutely. I love them so much so I do what they want and they hate me for every speck of originality; I don’t know if it’s my mental disorders or it’s my hormones, but every small inconvenience makes me wanna kill myself. I’m also a hater! I hate everything and I do nothing to change it which, admittedly, makes me an arsehole—but, fuck it.” We both had laughter crawling up our throats and I could tell it wasn’t actual laughter. Oh, no. It was mania, laughing not because it threatened to spill; laughing because you had nothing else to do. Like crazy people (I do think that I am insane, in some way, shape or form. But, I also think that I’m supersane. Who fucking knows? I think a lot, don’t I?).

The cigarette had gone out by now, I think I had stubbed it out by pressing to the moist ground after he had truly started opening the shells of himself, not wishing to be distracted by drugs when I had the most addictive and healthy sedative offering his lifestory to a little shit like me. “Well, what’s it for you? I haven’t ever seen… You around…” He slurred out as we jumped down from our maniacal, little, episodic bursts of sacrilege or insanity… Well, are they not synonyms?

“Ah, so, I just moved here about a… Maybe a few days ago? I think a week or so. I moved from Lacey, though I’m actually Indian. Well… It’s a fucked-up fairytale, really. My whole ancestry and family is the following: sexist, racist, extremist to Sikhism, religious, doomed, homophobic, transphobic, Islamophobic, very, very Indian. It’s only my grandmother who acknowledges the sexism floating between our family; she dreamt high and was ambition incarnate but her marriage to this horrible fucking man led her to be so oppressed she couldn't speak a word of English without being thoroughly taunted for it.” His face clearly contorted into a gnarly grimace, and I felt my nose start to itch and burn again remembering all this up… Never had I ever trauma-puked this well or been so comfortable vomiting it out to someone I did not know.

“’s just… Fuckin’ Hell. I can’t translate it into words, I can only feel.” Shaking my head in a paternal sort of disappointment (no matter how much I despise the fact, I am my father’s daughter; his copy of carbon) at my inability, I felt myself pulled in again… How? How was he doing this shit? Being so fucking kind? It made me anxious, admittedly. Why was he so kind? What did the fucker want?

I’m being too cynical. I wanted to cry; instead I accepted his tentative comfort and shoved my face into the nook of his neck, breathing down it like a vampire in the night. I had the purely feminine, feline urge to wrap myself around him like Sarin and never let go to slowly dissolve into him even if maggots eat us out. Why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why…? For a few minutes I think, we stayed in that exact position, in a sort of silence that neutered my turmoil. His arms were gel onto my wounds, and I, terrified, readily crept in like the Dutch beetle on the elm.

“Don’t.” I eventually muttered out into the tender, pale, untouched flesh of temptation on his neck; I don’t know why I did it, don’t decipher or discover the root at all. What is a girl to do when offered love on a silver spoon when she only possesses a forked tongue of venom caused from licking slivers of love off a parental knife? I was a black, not racially but spiritually. I was corrupt, disgust, free-use trash for swollen cocks with zero semblance of any soul and only a pretty body. It’s my pretty power which is my ugly. I am disgusting… I sometimes feel the scorching need to cleanse myself, to face redemption, to hurry to salvation; and other days I revel in the hellfire of lust that would surround me once I am liberated of this uséd body.

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Accepted Shorts List

This list will be updated as shorts are selected, and will become a masterdoc for entries.

Piper, dir. Alan Barillaro (Available on Disney+)

Dissolve, dir. Carina Heller

Sharp Teeth, dir. David James Armsby

Tar Boy, dir. James Lee

Moses of Prosthesis, dir. Gagame

Quasi at the Quackadero, dir. Sally Cruikshank

Welcome to Hell, dir. Erica Wester

Friendly Shadow, dir. David James Armsby

The Acorn Princess, dir. Kris Yim

Drawn to You, dir. Eleanor Davitt

Scattershot, dir. Jade Smania

Ramshackle, dir. Zi Chen

Paperman, dir. John Kahrs (Available on Disney+, Amazon, iTunes, Google Play)

Loop, dir. Erica Milsom (Available on Disney+)

Jinxy Jenkins & Lucky Lou, dir. Michael Bidinger and Michelle Kwon

Kitbull, dir. Rosana Sullivan

Out, dir. Steven Clay Hunter

In a Heartbeat, dir. Beth David and Esteban Bravo

Ice Merchants, dir. João Gonzalez

Diamond Jack, dir. Rachel Kim

Lackadaisy (Pilot), dir. Fable Siegel

The Cat Came Back, dir. Cordell Barker

Fuelled, dir. Michelle Hao and Fawn Chan

The Man Who Planted Trees, dir. Frédéric Back

My Friends Take the Night Bus, dir. Sofi

Wallace & Gromit: The Wrong Trousers, dir. Nick Park

The Naked King -What a Beautiful Life-, dir. rapparu

Coming Out, dir. Cressa Maeve Beer

Dear Girl, dir. Choi Ji-eun

Jibaro, dir. Alberto Mielgo (Available on Netflix, Love Death + Robots S3E9)

The Witness, dir. Alberto Mielgo (Available on Netflix, Love Death + Robots S1E3)

The Legend of Pipi, dir. Julia Schoel and Birgit Uhlig

The Cameraman's Revenge, dir. Wladyslaw Starewicz

What's Opera, Doc? dir. Chuck Jones

The Dover Boys at Pimento University; or, The Rivals of Roquefort Hall, dir. Chuck Jones

Kitty Kornered, dir. Bob Clampett

A Wild Hare, dir. Tex Avery

Everything Will Be OK, dir. Don Hertzfeldt

Yankee Doodle Daffy, dir. Friz Freleng

Duck Dodgers in the 24½th Century, dir. Chuck Jones

Long Gone Gulch, dir. Tara Billenger and Zach Bellissimo

I Love to Singa, dir. Tex Avery

Opal, dir. Jack Stauber

Scaredy Cat, dir. Chuck Jones

I Should Leave This Mall I Think, dir. Noodle

Porky's Duck Hunt, dir. Tex Avery

Bambi Meets Godzilla, dir. Marv Newland

Porky in Wackyland, dir. Bob Clampett

Rabbit Seasoning, dir. Chuck Jones

One Froggy Evening, dir. Chuck Jones

Don vs. Raph, dir. Jhonen Vasquez

Cat City, dir. Victoria Vincent

Roller Coaster Rabbit, dir. Rob Minkoff

Tummy Trouble, dir. Rob Minkoff

Trail Mix-Up, dir. Barry Cook

Blood Bound, dir. Lyly Hoang

Ciao, Alberto, dir. McKenna Harris (Available on Disney+)

Blackfly, dir. Christopher Hinton

Charlie the Unicorn: The Grand Finale, dir. Jason Steele

Free Apple, dir. Ian Worthington

Bigtop Burger Season 1, dir. Ian Worthington

There's a Man in the Woods, dir. Jacob Streilein

Llamas with Hats: The Series, dir. Jason Steele

Welcome to my Life, dir. Elizabeth Ito

Duck Amuck, dir. Chuck Jones

We Can't Live Without Cosmos, dir. Konstantin Bronzit

Geri's Game, dir. Jan Pinkava

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68. Snow-White, dir. Dave Fleischer

69. DAICON IV Opening Animation, dir. Hiroyuki Yamaga

70. Rooty Toot Toot, dir. John Hubley

71. SHOP: A Pop Opera, dir. Jack Stauber

72. Rabbit of Seville, dir. Chuck Jones

73. The Cat Concerto, dir. Joseph Barbera and William Hanna

74. My Little Goat, dir. Tomoki Misato

75. Asparagus, dir. Suzan Pitt (Available on the Criterion Channel)

76. Puparia, dir. Shingo Tamagawa

77. The Cybernetic Grandma, dir. Jiří Trnka

78. Captain Yajima, dir. Ian Worthington

79. Agoraphobia, dir. Victoria Vincent

80. Donald in Mathmagic Land, dir. Hamilton Luske, Wolfgang Reitherman, Les Clark and Joshua Meador

81. Joy Street, dir. Suzan Pitt (Available on the Criterion Channel)

82. The Old Man and The Sea, dir. Aleksandr Petrov

83. The Dream of a Ridiculous Man, dir. Aleksandr Petrov

84. Vincent, dir. Tim Burton

85. World of Tomorrow, dir. Don Hertzfeldt

86. World of Tomorrow Episode 2: The Burden of Other People's Thoughts, dir. Don Hertzfeldt (pay per view of Vimeo)

87. The Magic Portal, dir. Lindsay Fleay

88. The Golden Chain, dir. Adebukola Bodunrin and Ezra Claytan Daniels (available on the Criterion Channel)

89. Black Soul, dir. Martine Chartrand

90. Hedgehog in the Fog, dir. Yuri Norstein

91. Dreams of the Rarebit Fiend: The Flying House, dir. Windsor McCay

92. Around is Around, dir. Evelyn Lambart and Norman McLaren

93. Popeye the Sailor Meets Sinbad the Sailor, dir. Dave Fleischer

94. Historia Naturae (Suita), dir. Jan Svankmajer

95. Still Lost I Guess, Here's a Tunnel, dir. Dario Alva

96. Kapaemahu, dir. Joe Wilson, Dean Hamer and Hinaleimoana Wong-Kalu

97. Long-Haired Hare, dir. Chuck Jones

98. Muto, dir. Blu

99. Windy Day, dir. John and Faith Hubley

100. Bully for Bugs, dir. Chuck Jones

101. The Haunted Hotel, dir. J. Stuart Blackton

102. Destino, dir. Dominique Monfery (Available on Disney+)

103. Fantasy, dir. Vince Collins

104. To Beep or Not To Beep, dir. Chuck Jones

105. Pixillation, dir. Lillian Schwartz

106. Goodbye Jerome!, dir. Chloé Farr, Gabrielle Selnet and Adam Sillard (Available on the Criterion Channel)

107. Betty Boop's Halloween Party, dir. Dave Fleischer

108. Jumping, dir. Osamu Tezuka

109. Baby Fingers, dir. Adrian Dalen

110. On Your Mark, dir. Hayao Miyazaki

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It's already been a month since that horrid event took place. A lot of things changed in just a month. [Name], even though fully believing Nagito's words, came to realize the lie that he told her on that day. Nagito knew that this outcome would eventually happen, yet he wished that somehow, this would never happen. Oh, how cruel his life could be.

Now sitting on his bedside, Nagito glanced at the person sleeping on his bed. His grayish-green eyes carefully watched this particular [h/c]ette girl — her chest rising and falling in accordance to her soft breathing, her eyes swollen from crying hours prior, and the tight hold she had on his hand. The male's gaze softened at her vulnerable state, lifting his other hand and caressing her cheeks gently, moving away strands of [h/c] locks.

She squirmed slightly in her sleep and he paused his action. After she had settled comfortably once again, Nagito let a small smile grace his lips. He then gazed at the bright moon outside his windows, the winter season starting to shift into spring. Heaving a bitter sigh, the male leaned against the headboard and closed his lids. The flashbacks of the unfortunate event that happened just a month prior caused by his bad luck started invading his mind.

A day after Shiro's body was found at the central plaza, the doctors had already declared the male dead on arrival. Everyone at school — especially class 78 — mourned for the loss of the Ultimate Song Writer. Even though [Name] openly believed in the hope Nagito showed her despite the possibility of the other, she never felt this much betrayal and was devastated by one of her closest friends. She knew that what Nagito was suggesting was an unlikely possibility, yet she grabbed that flimsy hope and believed in his lie. Now that the truth was mocking her in her face, the only thing the [h/c]ette could possibly do was cry her emotions out.

Despite how close the reserve course student was with the late Shiro, Byakuya, and Kokichi were affected by it the most. Of course, Nagito knew about this — Shiro was the only person both of them could trust and rely on despite their troublesome personalities. They grew attached to him, and learning about his death was like a big slap to their faces. From then onward, Kokichi and Byakuya started to avoid the girl, finding no reason to get close to her now that the only bridge was gone. Hajime and Chiaki, although they still stayed by her side, also changed — Hajime started to become more and more reserved and spent less time with [Name] while Chiaki was constantly worrying about both.

A few days after that incident, [Name] and Chiaki realized that Hajime was expelled from school. This shocked both of them, especially the [h/c]ette as she had not been informed about this whatsoever despite how close she is with the boy. They asked their teachers about it, yet no one seemed to know the cause of the expulsion. Due to this, [Name] had experienced another set of despair. Despite Chiaki's attempts to reassure the girl and promise her that she would never leave her, this only came out to be just an empty promise.

Weeks after Shiro's death, Kokichi had come upon Fuyuhiko. The purple-tressed student demanded to know if the Kuzuryu clan was behind the death of the beloved student to which the heir aggressively denied any of the other's claims. Kokichi, however, wasn't completely trusting of Fuyuhiko's words. The two began a fight shortly after a couple of threats were thrown at each other. The situation escalated and brought classes 77, 78, and 79 into the clash.

When Kokichi tried to punch Fuyuhiko, Peko came right at the right time to defend her master. And when she was about to strike at the purplette, Mukuro had gone and protected Kokichi by Byakuya's request. The two fighters started a staredown of animosity flying between them. Soon after, everyone else came to the commotion. However, it didn't seem like the problem stopped them.

Once Byakuya's gaze landed on the head of the yakuza, he then declared to everyone in the area that it was Fuyuhiko and his clan who planned Shiro's demise. Of course, almost everyone in class 78 — especially those who had a deep connection with the late Sato — easily believed Byakuya's words. After all, he is the Ultimate Affluent Progeny and his family's influence enables him to investigate this matter. Even Kyoko seemed to agree with and believe him. And despite not being that close to him, some of the newest ultimates believed the blonde as well.

Kokichi, of course, tried to rile Fuyuhiko up and accused him of being a murderer, to which everyone in class 77 defended him. Due to the tense atmosphere and the accusation of murder being thrown in the air, a select group of people engaged in fights: some tried to harm the other, while some tried to stop them. Eventually, the brawl between the three ultimate classes alarmed the teachers and the school authorities.

They successfully ceased the fight, however, some students were not that fortunate to be let out without a bruise. Even Chiaki was injured when she stopped her class from harming their underclassmen. Due to her injuries, she had to spend some time at the hospital for recovery. It was by this time that [Name] was completely alone; no one was there by her side as her friends started to leave her one by one.

For everything that has happened, Nagito was there to witness it all. It was just what his role is: a bystander.

"How much can she take before she gives in to despair? How much more would I have to stay by her side and decide to stop because I kept causing her bad luck? How much more...until I die..."

Clenching his head, the silverette let out a bitter laugh. "How awful... Oh, how awful it truly is! Despite the despair, I always believed that hope would come out of it. That's why...you must also believe in hope, [Name]-chan."

"I wanted nights like these to linger. These emotions that I'm feeling whenever she's here right beside me, I don't want it to fade. For once...I wanted to be selfish and keep [Name]-chan by my side no matter what. Without ever worrying how my luck would affect the others..."

Opening his eyes once again, he then gazed lovingly at the object of his affection. He patted her soft tresses, weaving his fingers into her [h/l] hair. Whenever he was with her, all he could feel was complete serenity. It was like she was born to become his reason to live. The warmth that fills him whenever she's around, the butterflies fluttering in his stomach whenever she smiles at him, and the racing of his heart whenever he holds her close... all of those were precious to him. And once in his lifetime, Nagito vowed to not let any of those fade away from his grasp.

"You know, [Name]-chan... If you somehow become an ultimate, I would've called you the Ultimate Serenity," he murmured with a satisfied smile. After, he leaned down to her face and planted a chaste kiss on her forehead.

"Sweet dreams, [Name]-chan."

Ever since he met her, his life undoubtedly changed for the better. He was certainly glad that he followed his instincts and visited the Reserve Course building that time. He was glad that he spoke to her that day. He was glad that he decided to get to know her more. He was glad that he approached her and tried to comfort her. He was glad...that she came into his life. All of those emotions — those feelings he had hidden and tried to remove from his life just to cope with his luck — resurfaced naturally when he was with her.

It was like she was his healer.

"For all of those years that I saw nothing but gray...was now changing. Because of [Name]-chan, my present — and my future — became vividly colorful. The hope you've shown me...I wish for it to last."

Nagito slowly opened his eyes, immediately seeing the melting snow of the outside. He lifted his head, staring blankly at the blue skies before fixing his gaze in front. There she was, yet again, walking just a few meters away from him as she admired the snow around. The teen watched her back, following her as she explored the public park.

"I want this moment to last... I want this feeling to last... Hey... What should I do so that everything I have right now would remain the same?"

Nagito slowed his step, further lagging behind [Name] as she proceeded onward. He watched as the figure slowly moved away from him. His steps soon came to a halt. Removing his gloved hand from his pocket, the white-haired student slowly lifted his arm as if to reach out to her.

"Hey... Is it alright for me if I call out your name?"

However, despite his inner desire to reach out to the girl, Nagito only found himself dropping his arm to his side. He exhaled, dejected. He shoved his hand inside his coat's pocket, head hung low as he quietly caught up to his companion.

The 10-year-old child stood there still by the sidewalk, his gaze boring into the carcass on the street. His heart churned in pain, eyes dilated and dilated. Soon, tears were streaming down his face. His body began to tremble, and not long after, his knees gave up, and he fell onto the rough asphalt. The poor boy started sobbing, and soon his wails caught the attention of passersby and even his parents.

After the whole ordeal with his dead pet, Nagito was taken home by his parents. They told the boy to stop crying for the dog as crying wouldn't bring him back from the dead. There were no words exchanged between them as the silverette duly followed his parents' orders. There were no words of comfort, no acts of consolation, no nothing. It was like the dog's death was insignificant to them...

Dead, wide eyes of a particular couple were staring back at the male's gray-green orbs. Their vacant stare sent shivers down the child's spine, the pungent stench of fresh iron stinging his nostrils, causing him to quickly cover it with his hands. The corpse of his parents... those arms which were extended to him... those parted mouths... It was like they were avidly mocking him because of his bad luck that caused disaster for others. Soon, a quiet stream of salty tears came rushing down his pale cheeks.

The panicked screams of the passengers and the yells of the paramedics rang in his ears, and soon, the authorities came rushing towards where Nagito was.

After he had been freed from being kidnapped hours prior, Nagito continued on his merry way home. His grayish-green eyes scrutinized the lottery ticket he had picked from the garbage bag he had been abducted in. The middle-schooler chuckled dryly to himself, his heart was churning in pain yet he decided not to give it a mind. After all, he knew how many disasters and fortunes his luck could bring him.

The boy was practically numb now to the cycle, and he had already decided not to let his emotion out anymore, for it only caused him more despair. Pocketing the item moments later, a bright smile graced his lips... however, his dull and lifeless eyes told another story.

"When was it? When was the first time that I started to yearn for death? Because of the countless good and bad luck that I've been experiencing while growing up, I've lost track of time and even the sense of reality."

Once again, Nagito stood in the vast darkness. The male was back in a familiar place... the place where he witnessed his friends' deaths one by one. He would feel the uneasiness starting up, his pale face littered with sweat and his body trembled incredibly. A gasp escaped his lips, knees buckling as his upper body gave up. The silverette was kneeling in the middle of the darkness, hyperventilating with his hands clenching his aching head.

Vicious whispers invaded his mind, attacking the boy from every angle. It was like those voices came from the darkness, echoing throughout the entire vicinity. And what was horrible about this entire existence was that those voices belonged to no one but the people his luck had affected.

His parents. Those innocent people from the airplane. His classmates. His teacher. Hajime. Chiaki. Shiro. Byakuya. Kokichi. And lastly, [Name].

"It's all your fault."

"Because of you, we're dead."

"You're nothing but a worthless piece of crap!"

"Just die in a hole for all I care!"

"Why did I even give birth to you?"

"You insignificant being."

"You should've been the one who died."

"Hey... Maybe it was a mistake that I met you... Nagito-senpai..."

"What a lovely day, huh?"

A young man with pale skin and pearlescent fluffy hair strolled through the public park, hands tucked inside his green jacket as his gray-green hues glanced over at the foliage above him. The sun's rays seeped through the crevice of the irrigated shade and onto the snow-laden land below, making the white melt into water. The young man let out an exhale as he proceeded onward, exiting the forest of regular trees and unto the central plaza where a lone cherry blossom was kept and tended.

This scenario was familiar to Nagito, the only difference was the season when he had visited the park once again. Even though spring is just around the corner, there are still remnants of winter as evidenced by the fluffy white littering some parts of the park. Nagito sighed to himself, a pessimistic air hanging around him as he continued with his daily routine of going to his usual bench and watching the crowd.

A couple was standing underneath the infamous cherry tree, their fingers interlocked together as they watched the snowflakes float down the earth; a family of four was taking a picture by the other side of the tree; a couple of kids ran around the area, throwing melting snowballs at each other; and there's also a trio of friends walking past, giggling with smiles on their faces.

Just watching those countless people made the male somewhat... empty. Ever since attending Hope's Peak, he didn't expect that he would forge such a unique bond with a particular girl like that. Furthermore, his lonely days before due to his luck cycle were little to no concern for him nowadays. At least, that's how he still hoped it would be.

His gaze softened after a minute of watching those people. A sudden thought invaded his mind, making him sport a minuscule smile. He had imagined that same scenario playing in his head, although this time, he was with the girl he deeply cared for and was attached to...

Her precious smile... Nagito had imagined that smile on her face when she would successfully throw a snowball on his face. Her pink-tinted cheeks... He had imagined the blush on her face when he held her hand while they watched the snow from underneath the cherry tree. Her graceful laugh... Once again, the silverette had imagined hearing her laugh as they traversed through the park.

He let out another exhale, walking away with his head hung. Thoughts of the what-ifs were swirling in his mind as he quietly left the area. When he lifted his head, however, his gray-green hues widened in shock to see a silhouette of a particular girl in the distance.

"[Name]...chan?" he blurted her name out in disbelief.

Surprisingly, the person turned around at his call. The person was shortly revealed as the same girl he was thinking about moments prior. The surprise on her face was evident — wide, [e/c] eyes and lips parted. After a few minutes of both staring at each other, the girl was first to break eye contact. She greeted him with her usual closed-eye smile, sending a small wave as she sauntered over to where Nagito was.

"I didn't expect you to be here, senpai. I was surprised."

"Same here," he mentioned, scratching his neck sheepishly. Upon the [h/c]ette's arrival in front of him, he noticed a bouquet of flowers in her hold. He raised a questioning brow, pointing at the bouquet. "Are you...on a date?"

[Name] blinked twice at his unexpected question. She looked down at the flowers and she immediately knew what he meant. Chuckling, she slowly shook her head. "No. I bought this bouquet to give to someone."

"O-oh..." Nagito deflated, and his smile vanished instantly upon hearing her reply. The boy genuinely felt upset at that. "Who is it for?"

The [h/c]-tressed female regarded him with a wistful look, her earlier smile now curving into those of a bitter one. She gazed at the flowers as if they were fragile objects. "This bouquet...is for Sato-san. Since I wasn't able to attend his funeral, the least I could do is visit his grave and give an offering."

"I see... It's for the late Sato-kun."

"Wanna go there together?" the boy suggested, his smile returning.

The girl's face lit up like stars on a cloudless night. "I would love to have you come along, senpai!"

In just half an hour, the pair arrived at Sohansu Cemetery — the place where the Ultimate Song Writer was laid to rest. It took the two just a few minutes to locate Shiro's grave, and once they did, [Name] gently laid the bouquet on the gravestone along with the other bundles. She knelt in front of the gravestone, putting her hands together and closing her eyes to offer a prayer. Behind her was the silverette, standing with his hands tucked inside his pockets.

"I didn't expect to see your grave being filled with flowers... You really are loved, aren't you, Sato-kun? Well, I guess it's natural; you are the Ultimate Song Writer, after all."

Nagito's lidded eyes fell on the said flowers. There was a bouquet right next to the ones [Name] placed earlier, inside were an assortment of fresh roses, everlastings, pansies, and oxalis. Considering how exquisitely picked and arranged the flowers were, the white-haired ultimate could only assume that it came from Byakuya. Then, there's also another bouquet on the other side. This one was full of purple lilies. However, what truly caught the male's attention was the plethora of random purple flowers scattered around the grave.

Carnations, lotus flowers, daisies, roses, lavenders, violets —and others more Nagito couldn't identify — surrounded the slab. Even after months of the ravenette's death, there was still a portrait of him erected just above the gravestone — his violet eyes were glimmering with life, a relaxed smile etched on his fair-colored skin. The Ultimate Lucky Student was blessed with seeing Shiro's face again after he had died. And funnily enough, even the portrait was decorated with flowers — a flower crown made of sakura and wisteria to be precise.

Nagito concluded that whoever decorated this gravestone with this many purple flowers must also be the one who placed the delicately made crown on Shiro's portrait. And if the selection wasn't obvious enough, one may not be able to connect them to Kokichi. The boy chuckled softly to himself, imagining how the indigo-tressed troublemaker had gone out of his way to buy all of those and place them everywhere around Shiro's grave, almost covering the entirety of it.

"Sato-kun must be feeling happy right now when seeing this many flowers offered to him," Nagito mused.

"I'm guessing that Togami-san or Ouma-san — or maybe them both — visited Sato-san earlier," [Name] mentioned, standing up from her kneeling position and dusting her clothes. After fully observing the said flowers, she then laughed lightly. "Sato-san is really loved by those two... I can only imagine how heartbroken they were when learning of his death. When Sato-san was still alive, he was such a great influence on Togami-san and Ouma-san. Whenever he was with them, he could easily handle their distinct personalities and they felt relaxed around him. I'm pretty sure his classmates are also fond of him. And to see this many bouquets offered on his grave, there are no words needed to be said just to know how much they both love him. May it be just a friend... or even more than that."

"A love that is more than just friends... A romantic attraction towards someone..."

"Do you want to receive flowers too, [Name]-chan?" the male asked, curiously glancing down at the shorter female.

The mentioned girl only shook her head. "As much as I love to, I would prefer just being with my loved ones. I don't think I wanted anything more than spending time with those who are important to me... After all, one may only assume when they will last on earth."

"Oh..."

Silence ensued after that. Nagito's gaze was vacant, lidded eyes containing forlorn. Meanwhile, [Name] stood beside the silverette, still glancing at the colorful grave. The cold breeze picked up, making both white and [h/c] locks flutter along with the wind. A minute later, Nagito heard the girl sighed sadly.

"What's wrong, [Name]-chan?"

"Nothing... It's just..." she mumbled. Turning around to face her companion, she flashed him a forced smile, eyebrows creasing as sadness glimmered in her [e/c] pools. "Parting like this is truly heartbreaking... Leaving your loved ones behind... Being left by them... The bond that they shared... Every precious memory... All of those would leave along with the deceased."

At her words, the fleeting thought of their eventual farewell crossed the ultimate student's mind. It was brief, but along it was the feeling of heartache — his heart thumped hard in excruciating pain, his stomach churning with unsettledness. He soon frowns, mirroring the girl's expression.

It's already the day. The day where the ultimate class of batch 77 was to graduate from Hope's Peak. The day where each student whose talents were honed to become the world's beam of hope had their school years come to an end. Both the A and B class of batch 77 sat on their respective chairs by the front row as they listened to the speech of Headmaster Kirigiri. Teachers were lined at the side of the gymnasium, watching the whole graduation ceremony and their students.

Amongst the many graduating ultimates was a certain sickly male with fluffy, pearlescent hair. Just like usual, the boy was detached from his surroundings. He zoned out what the headmaster was saying, completely ignoring everyone else's murmuring and the claps of the crowd. At first, Nagito never thought anything in particular about graduating. He just considered it as a stage in one's life that must be done. However, he just realized how wrong he was with this thinking.

Graduation. The word held much more essence than Nagito could've thought. It has always been associated with parting and moving on with one's life. The precious memories one could've made during their time here... The special bonds one could've made with their peers... The irreplaceable moments one would've shared with others... All of those...would be gone as the individual leaves to finally tackle their separate paths.

Now that the boy thought about it, he then realized how much impact the words [Name] had had on him that day. The bittersweet taste of parting and the heartbreak it brings... Surely, Nagito is experiencing all of those now. His mind brought him back months back — right at the start of his third year in this school. Images of his first meeting with the reserve course student, the days he'd spent observing her from afar, the time he'd finally built up the courage to approach her, the moments that they had bonding together, the rare occasions he'd witnessed her vulnerability... all of those little memories immediately plagued his mind.

The silverette pursed his lips, trying his hardest not to be affected by it. However, his heart was telling him otherwise — it raced inside his chest, each beat harsh and bringing more pain than ever. His whole body was starting to swelter due to worry and anxiety. His face was restless — eyebrows scrunched together and eyes containing a gleam of bleakness.

"Calm down... This isn't like you..."

Fortunately, he did calm down just in time for them to receive their certificate. Chisa went to the whole class, smiling at them as she guided her students to the stage. One by one, the ultimates walked up the stage and the black-haired headmaster gave them their certificates after a handshake. Everyone in the gymnasium applauded for the ultimates.

Eventually, Nagito was next. He ascended the steps and trudged onward to the middle of the stage where the headmaster was. Jin told the silverette a few words and congratulated him for achieving this far in his life. Naturally, the Ultimate Lucky Student flashed him an aloof smile and received his certificate after a handshake. He then faced the crowd, gray-green eyes scanning the unfamiliar faces. In all honesty, he didn't know what to expect by doing this.

His orbs widened an inch when his gaze landed on a particular girl just by the middle of the crowd. The male saw her clapping happily, and when she saw his gaze locked on her, she waved at him with a smile. Nagito sighed in satisfaction, letting a smile grace his lips.

"Nagito-senpai! How's the ceremony? How are you feeling?" [Name] beamed, running up to him after the whole ceremony. She looked at him expectantly, eyes brimming with pure curiosity.

The mentioned boy sweat-dropped at her unusual enthusiasm, but nevertheless, it did make him happy. He chuckled. "It was nerve-wracking... Being in front of many people and letting them witness you achieve something was unexpected for me. After all, I never did imagine myself being in this situation."

"Wow... That must've been extreme then. The feeling, I mean," the [h/c]ette mused, puckering her lips as she pointed a finger in her mouth to think about it. "After all, you are an ultimate student at Hope's Peak. And almost the entire world was seeing you and the others graduate. Uwah! The flashes of those cameramen were so blinding that it was hard to see you in the crowd."

"Sorry... I may have lied to you, [Name]-chan. Honestly, I don't really feel that way earlier."

He chuckled, scratching his neck sheepishly. "I was meant to ask, but how did you come to the gymnasium? The place was restricted to only the school staff, Main Course students, and the press."

"Oh, that?" she cocked her head, a mischievous grin plastered on her face with a pink hue dusting her cheeks. "I may have snuck in. Hehe..."

Nagito's eyes dilated an inch at her words, blinking as he regarded her in disbelief. After all, for the one year he had spent with her, he didn't expect this particular girl to act like that. Soon after, he chuckled, bringing up his arms to pat her [h/c] tresses. Upon realizing what he was about to do, he stopped midway, internally hesitating whether to continue or not.

In the end, he quietly brought his arm down. "Do you wanna go on a date with a lowly bug like me on this marvelous day?"

"E-eh...?!" red bloomed on the girl's face upon hearing the word date. [E/c] eyes widened an inch as she stared at Nagito's aloof smile, baffled. "W-w-w-what?"

"Hehe... You're so cute, [Name]-chan," Nagito chuckled. "I asked you if you wanted to go on a date with me... But, of course, if only you wanted to. I don't mind if you decline my offer. I'm pretty sure that you have better things to do rather than this."

The girl shook her head rapidly, instantly dismissing his thoughts. "I-I would love to! But, is it okay for you to spend your last day with me? I mean, how about your classmates?"

"It's fine. I wanted to spend the day with you, after all," he simpered.

After the graduation ceremony, the two went out on an unplanned date in the city. Nagito took the girl to many places, surprising her that he knew a lot of locations. When they first went to an arcade center, the girl commented that she didn't expect him to know a lot of places, to which the silverette responded with an awkward chuckle, asking whether her words were a compliment or not. [Name] quickly rephrased her statement because of that, blushing madly for embarrassing herself and making him think she's insulting him. Nagito, of course, just chuckled at her flustered state and cuteness, finding himself blushing as well.

The two would engage in small chats, chuckling and giggling occasionally. They would do something together, and [Name] would often find herself wowing at whatever Nagito did, as he would unintentionally do something in their favor. One example was when he tried the claw machine after the girl's many failures. It was his first time to play it, yet, he had won four plushies, all of which were due to his luck. The [h/c]ette was truly shocked — after all, it was her first time seeing her upperclassman's luck at work.

For the entirety of the time he spent with her, Nagito felt the butterflies continuously fluttering in his stomach. He felt lightheaded like he was on cloud nine. The way his hand would try to weave itself to the girl's smaller ones — and although he would immediately stop himself just barely — up to the way his heart would pound whenever their bodies would make physical contact, Nagito was glad to experience such feeling.

His thoughts would wander towards [Name] and only her... Everything else in his surroundings was nothing but a blur.

Letting out a satisfied sigh, the boy once again closed his eyes for the umpteenth time that day. Ever so often, he would feel at ease whenever he did this. The thoughts that he didn't pay attention to during that moment came flooding into his head like a continuous movie. Those strips of past memories, future what-ifs, and even his emotions spring to life whenever he does this. And lately, Nagito knew that he wanted this to happen.

"[Name]-chan... I know that I may be a lowly insect compared to the other ultimates, yet, you see me as who I am. Even though our status in school differs — I as the Ultimate Lucky Student and you as the simple and talentless reserve course student — I found myself falling for you. I tried to comprehend the weird changes that happened to me ever since we met that day. At first, I thought it was just a simple attraction because you were the first reserve course student I met and became close with during my three years of attending Hope's Peak. You were intriguing... but it seemed that my attraction wasn't only based on that. Even though I don't understand you fully, I felt really happy that I was able to witness the different sides of you. And I'm truly happy that you accepted me as one of your closest friends here. You didn't shove me away... You tried to understand me... You accepted me. I...am really in love with you...and the tiny hope that resides within. Now that I realized how much you mean to me — and how happy I am to feel these emotions I kept contained for so long — I never wanted them to disappear. I look forward to a future that I don't have to constantly worry about and become afraid of my luck... A future with you there."

"Nagito-senpai?"

"Ah...that voice. A voice filled with sweet, sweet hope. It fills me so much with bliss that I'm so happy to hear it again and again."

Heeding her call, the silverette slowly opened his lids. Grayish-green eyes were met with [e/c] ones. He saw her staring back at him, a slight crease in between her eyebrows with her head tilted to the side as she regarded him with a worried expression. He chuckled at that, sweat-dropping with his hand rubbing his face sheepishly.

"What is it, [Name]-chan?"

"Are you alright?" she asked, frowning with concern.

The male gently simpered at her. "I'm fine. There's no need to worry."

"Oh..." she mumbled, returning her gaze toward where they were heading. She peered back at him and smiled softly. "I was just wondering if you might be sad."

"Why did you think of that?" he questioned, genuinely perplexed by her thought process sometimes.

She merely shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know — maybe because you can't spend your last day with your whole class?"

He chuckled at her answer, but nevertheless, he felt his heart fluttering at her constant concern for him. Seeing how he reacted to her question, [Name] slowed her pace to match with the lagging male. They walked side by side, a comfortable silence enveloping the two soon after.

"You're everything that matters to me right now, [Name]-chan. I couldn't wish for something else."

"H-huh...?"

Widened [e/c] pools blinked in surprise at the sudden large and cold hands enveloping her small warm ones. Her gaze was fixated on the hand clasping around hers, and then slowly she trailed her attention towards the male who did the act. Cheeks burning, she cautiously lifted her head only to be met with the serious face of her frost-haired upperclassman. Nagito's expression was surprisingly serious, in contrast to his usual aloofness. Those gray-green eyes that were gleaming with enough conviction stared at her confused [e/c] orbs.

After a few moments of staring at each others' pools, Nagito seems to snap out of his trance. His eyes softened, however, he didn't let go of her hands. Lifting it just above his chest, he weaved his fingers with hers. The girl's blush bloomed due to the embarrassing situation. But, she remained silent while watching whatever the boy was planning to do next. Pink hue also decorated the boy's pale face, and soon a minuscule smile decorated his lips.

By the empty sidewalk stood two teenagers — a male of slender and tall stature with wavy white hair and a pale complexion and a female of petite body with [h/l] [h/c] hair. The setting sun provided a change in the scenery as the warm colors of yellow and orange enveloped the evening skies. A breeze passed by, causing their hair to flutter in its direction and providing a natural melody in the place.

Slowly inching his face toward the girl he held a deep affection for, Nagito let their foreheads touch. His orbs bored deeply into those mesmerizing pools of hers, gazing at her lovingly. With a soft whisper, he muttered the words he wished to convey to her days before.

"[Name]-chan... I love you."

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bratshaws · 1 year

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through the hourglass 125. brb x oc

a/n: are you guys ready for the Nicole content next chapter? Good, so am I . reblogs and comments are super encouraged <3333

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none.

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They had expected seeing one baby, one baby was the common thought right? Then why were there two?

Beatrice looked at the screen with her eyes wide, Rooster did the same but he was much closer, squinting his eyes, then looking back at her with his mouth wide open, “....th-there’s two of them Bea.” he whispers, “Two.”

‘I-I know.”

“So far they look fine.” the lady says, breaking the absolute surprise that filled the room, ‘They seem to be growing well and there’s nothing out of the ordinary, but it is only one month and twin pregnancies can be a bit more complicated…so I’d like you to return in sixteen weeks for another checkup.”

Beatrice blinked at the woman, snapping out of her shock, “I…o-okay.”

“Good!” she wipes Beatrice’s stomach and then stands up, “I’ll be right back, you can sit up if you want, but don’t leave.”

It’s possible neither of them could move even if they wanted to.

Nicole babbled happily, oblivious to her parents’ silent surprise and the way they were just gobsmacked by the sudden discovery. Rooster puts a hand on his forehead, blinking hard and then smiling, “Holy shit we are going to have twins!” he laughs, “Twins! Two! Two babies!”

Nicole squeals happily when her father raises her over his head, bouncing her in his hands and laughing alongside her, “Baby girl you’ll be the old sister to twins! Twins!” he says, but he’s confused when he doesn’t hear Beatrice’s celebration. He looks back to where his wife was, seeing she was staring at her knees,clenching the edge of the bed so hard her knuckles turned white, “Bea?”

No response but he could see her mouth moving and her eyebrows furrowing.

“Gorgeous.” he tries again, this time getting closer to her. He hears her mumbling something, something that weirdly sounded like ‘oh God’ “Bea, look at me.”

It took some time for her to look up, but she looked terrified, “...twins…” she whispers,” How-how did I not notice they’d be twins?”

“What?”

“T-Twins change the mother’s belly, makes it bigger,” she lifts her shirt up and frowns, “How did I not see it? I-I should’ve seen it.”

He is confused because of her reaction, she seemed happy and worried at the same time, “Baby…what’s wrong?”

“I…I should’ve noticed it,so I could,I could prepare!”

‘What are you talking about?”

“My family has a lot of twins and triplets,I should’ve thought this could happen…and now,now I have twins too and- and I’m scared because…because I don’t know…I don’t know if I’ll do good.”

Bradley huffs a soft laugh,sitting next to Beatrice with Nicole playing with her monkey - even showing it to her mother in hopes it’d cheer her up - “Hey, do you see this one?” he lifts their daughter a bit, that gummy smile melting Beatrice’s heart and making her face relax, “She looks great to me.”

‘I know…”

“Then why are you freaking out?”

Beatrice sighs, dropping her head to look down at her thighs, sliding her hands on top to squeeze them tightly, “I just…I don’t know,Roos. I want to do well,I really do…but I just,I don’t know. What if I mess up, it’s twins. Like…two babies instead of one.”

Bradley furrows his brows, then arches one higher than the other, “Baby, we can manage it.”

“I…I know,I guess I’m overwhelmed right now.I’m really happy,I am Roos.I swear.” he knew she was, but her nerves were acting louder than her happiness was, so it was making Beatrice anxiety act up, “I just…wow…twins. We might uh,we might need to fix one of the guest bedrooms for them.”

“I think so.” he smiles, “Any idea what you’ll paint on the walls?”

She laughs softly, looking up at him, ‘Not yet, give me a few days to think about it…okay?”

“Okay.” he didn’t know what she meant when she said she should’ve known, there was no way she should’ve known before going to the clinic. He knows it was the excitement mixed in with the surprise that made Beatrice act like she was doing right now and he understood that completely, but he didn’t want her to think there was some way she’d find out she was carrying twins.

…damn,they were going to have twins.

He breathed out a laugh, holding Nicole to his chest and shaking his head, “Fuck,Mav was right.”

“Huh?”

“Remember when I told you, back when we didn’t know Nikki was Nikki, that he thought you’d have twins?”

“Oh…I completely forgot about that.”

“Yep…God he’s going to be so smug when he finds out.”

Beatrice lets out a soft laugh again, this time she feels a bit better. It’s crazy to think that now there are two babies inside of her,growing slowly, one besides the other…she really is going to give birth to twins.

They’ll have three kids before either turn forty.

If her count is right.

“We need to keep it a secret still,Brad.” she says, sighing quietly, “We can’t share this with anyone until I reach the third month mark. For safety…like she said a twins pregnancy is…delicate and I’d need to keep an eye on them until it was time.”

Them.

Beatrice rubs her stomach gently and Nicole notices it, her curious little mind just tells her to repeat the movement, touching her mother’s tummy with a soft gurgle, looking up at her with her eyes shining and a gentle ‘Aaa’ leaving her lips. Beatrice’s hormonal fluctuation was only making her even more emotional, she couldn’t help but sniffle at that gentle touch, touching Nicole’s cheek with her free hand, “Yeah,I know Nikki.”

“Aaa!’

“Hmhm,I know.” and she kisses her forehead. Beatrice sighs again, leaning her head on Rooster’s shoulder and whispering, “We need to go to Mr.Scoops once we get out of here.”

“Deal.”

She was so happy to have ice cream in the middle of Winter. Which in San Diego didn’t mean much, honestly she just wanted to relax and have a good time with her family. Nicole still couldn’t have ice cream but that didn’t mean she didn’t want to. She was leaning back against Rooster as her parents ate their respective bowls,”Man…does this bring back memories.” his voice makes Beatrice blink,spoon still in her mouth, savoring the Christmas Cookies flavor spreading on her tongue.

Rooster smirks, looking at Nikki then back at Bea, “Our first date…remember?” he just looks so happy as he says so, “We watched the Alien trilogy then went out for ice cream…and we kissed, for the very first time.” and she blushed just like she was doing now back then, her smile shy and eyes dropping to her bowl. “You know, it was amazing.”

“It was.”

“Not only because I was really into you.” he begins, crunching a piece of hazelnut between his teeth, “But because I had a lot of fun…with you. And you,I don’t know, you just made me fall in love even more.”

“Brad…”

“I guess that was the moment my brain went,” he snaps his fingers mid sentence, the sound making Nicole look up at her father’s hand,”I’m going to marry this woman, for sure, without a single doubt…I just didn’t want to admit it yet.”

“Too soon to think about,huh?”

“Yeah,I hadn’t even met your family either.”

“And then I just…took you to meet everyone.” she laughs nervously, moving the spoon inside the melted part of her ice cream, “God I was so scared.”

“It went well,I mean,look at us now.”

Beatrice smiles back at him, sighing as she leans back against her seat, looking out the window from the second floor, watching the palm trees in the distance move wildly because of the strong wind, “...yeah,” she says, ‘Look at us now. Can you believe it? We’ll have three kids.”

“Before we get to our second anniversary.” he smirks, ‘I mean,I don’t mind it. I love that, I think it’s great.”

“The more the merrier,huh?”

“As long it’s safe for you.” he adds, his eyes softening, “I’d never want you to pop ‘em out so often…which is why we need to take care after the salt and pepper duo is born.” she loved how he was already giving them nicknames before he could even see them straight,”We’ll be okay…I can handle myself.” she chuckles, holding her head up and arching her eyebrow, “Hey,I can.”

“No you can’t.”

“Yes,I can,come on.”

“If you did, would we have gone to have the ultrasound six months after our daughter was born?” his mouth opens, then closes, then opens again only for Nicole to babble happily, focused on the colorful spoon by her side as her father tried to find words, “See?”

“Okay…maybe so.” she arches her brow higher, “Listen…you are beautiful,can you blame me? Can you really?”

“I mean I think you are absolutely handsome and I can control myself a bit more.”

“Not that often.” he smirks, “You know that.”

Beatrice playfully kicks him under the table, making him wince but laugh quietly, with Nicole joining in because why wouldn’t she. The two of them laugh like two teenagers and Beatrice licks her lips, “...well, you know…we are doing good for two people who didn’t have their shit together a few years back.”

“I agree.”

“You did have your shit together,I was talking about me,Roos.”

“Stop.”

She laughs again, sighing as she taps the spoon on the side of her bowl, “...Did you ever think about that,” he hums in question, “That you’d have…three kids so quickly?”

“Honestly,I’ve always wanted a big family, you know that…three kids is more than fine to me.” he smirks, his smirk however slowly disappears, “My mom used to joke about it.”

“Hm?”

‘She used to tease me about kids, when I was younger. Like…around seventeen or something, a few years before she passed. She used to say she wanted to hear the little feet on her floor during the Holidays.” he laughs almost painfully, “She'd go crazy,if she was here.’

Beatrice smiles sweetly, reaching for his hand across the table and bringing it to her lips to kiss his wedding ring,much like he did to her, and placing his palm on her cheek, “She’s watching all this with a smile,I’m sure.”

“I hope so.”

“You’ve been thinking about her,lately?”

He sighs with a grin, dropping his head forward only to lift it up again,”Yeah…I’ve been thinking about both of them,honestly. We’ll be going to Virginia in…a few days and I just want Nicole to have a good first time there,” he smiles down at his daughter,”She’s going to see snow for the first time…wear really thick clothes that make you want to stop walking and just fall flat on the ground because how can anyone move in those.” he kisses her head, “And thinking…about life.”

“What do you mean?”

He chews the corner of his mouth, dropping his hand from Bea’s cheek and then tapping his finger on the table,’I just am thankful.” he whispers, ‘That I can see all this…in my line of work…it’s amazing.” he looks down at Nicole, watching as she noms on her monkey with her eyes turned to the window, “I don’t know,I’m just feeling a lot of things.”

Beatrice smiles,”I know.” she says, holding her chin up by her interlaced hands, “I know you are…and it’s okay. You should allow yourself to feel,Roos.” she blinks, “Oh, before I forget,I need to write some notes down so we can get things before we go home.”

“True, that’s okay.”

He lets Beatrice type away on her phone, his eyes locked on the same direction Nicole was looking at, focusing at the wind and how everything seemed to move in slow motion.

Maybe now the euphoria of being a father again was finally simmering, maybe now he could say that it was real and it was going to happen. He was happy, he was overjoyed…he really was living the life he always wanted, the life his mother envisioned for him when he was younger.

A nice job, even if it’s not the one she desired.

A lovely wife who gets lovelier as the years go by and kids. Three kids now, with the oldest one being the smartest, cutest little girl he had ever met. He smiles down at Nicole, her pigtails moving as she turns her head to follow a bird that flew past the window, all the while chewing her little monkey.

He didn’t want to miss any second of her life, of their lives. He knew that after the holidays…something could happen, he could be called and he had to go…so he was going to enjoy these days the best he could, now even more knowing there are two babies growing inside of Beatrice instead of one.

“There.” she smiles, “Finished,made a little list.”

“That’s good,gorgeous.” he says back, returning to his now melted Cold Cocoa ice cream, being able to save one lone marshmallow and plopping it into his mouth as he adjusts himself on the seat, seeing she was still looking at her phone, “What?’

“Evelyn messaged me, she’s asking me to come over for a bit.”

“Really?”

“She said you can come too, she doesn’t mind.” Bea hesitates, “...I don’t know if I should accept,I mean…we…we just found out we’ll have twins.” she frowns, “But if I say no…she might be suspicious.”

“Or she might understand, Evelyn is like that.”

Beatrice tsks, “I guess…but she said it’s important,Roos.” she looks up at him with her brows low, “Maybe we can stay a little bit.” she shrugs, “Just to see what she wants, right?”

“Bea…is that a good idea?” he asks with his brows furrowed, “I mean, you just said why it wouldn’t be wise.”

“It’d be just for a little while, just to see what she wants.” Beatrice says, trying to swallow the anxiety, “Then we’ll go home and everything will be great.” she repeats the words in her mind, nodding to herself, “Just great.”

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ohtobearandomftblog · 1 year

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would love to hear more of your headcannons for the thunder legion

oh. oh you sweet summer child. you dont know what you got yourself into. ill do bullet first then bullet + numbered under a read more,, the shit under read more is also basically a poor summary of one shots tbh sdljkg

cw very brief and vague mention of sexual assault + child death after the read more

eldest to youngest is laxus, bickslow, evergreen, freed

bickslow and evergreen dont remember the names they were born with. bickslow went with the first thing that came to mind and evergreen settled on that after she wanted the fairy motif.

all found by laxus when they were young. found in youngest to eldest order.

evers the only pure fiorean. bicks is half fiorean half midian. freed is pure encan. laxus is a jumble of So Much.

bickslow is jokingly jealous freed wont go to him to learn latin and goes to natsu and wendy instead. freed keeps telling him he cant understand his accent. bicks thinks thats part of the fun of learning a language.

laxus adopted them all before makarov could even get his hands on them. they are His Problems not Yours, gramps, you have enough of your own

freed was the one that started the thunder legion/thunder god tribe after laxus saved him. it was just him for a month before ever got there. then she begrudingly joined if only to keep this tiny child in check. two months later bicks showed up and just accepted his role as the "youngest"

laxus hated the name. hes a lightning slayer not a thunder one. hes a dragon not a god. theyre not a tribe theyre his friends. eventually he just said fuck it and shortened it to thunder legion.

laxus was the first to call them the raijinshu like a year before lucy joined fairy tail. he had just come back from the japanese counties of the eastern continent and when there he didnt wanna suddenly speak english and have no one say it properly. so he just. raijinshu does mean thunder god tribe to an extent. freed was so giddy for months after.

laxus finds it hilarious how he found three little kids who all have an innate type of eye magic while his eyes are so Plain and Bad most of the time

bicks actively tried to learn japanese after the first time laxus swapped to that while talking to them. hes. like. "informed tourist" level conversational. the main issue was that he immediately started learning chinese and korean after getting to that point. so now whenever he tries to talk back its in a jumble of barely understandable three different languages. if laxus's mom's family wasnt a jumble of barely understandable four different languages he would have no clue what the fuck bicks was tryina do.

ever was the one to start up that first stream. it was when they were walking back from an easy quest on the equivalent of justin.tv. theyve streamed at least once a month since then bc sometimes the stupidity must be Documented

they all have some lingering asthma-like symptoms from the bane particles. bicks ever and freed only get winded easier than normal and thats slowly going away.

laxus though. as stated before with his absolute shit senses, if he didnt fucking pass out, he wouldve kept trying to eat the fuckin bane particles. his body was full and that is not an exaggeration. porlyusica said it was nearly 93% filled and if he tried to use any magic with it that high hed be dead, and any magic used by those around him in this state has the potention to get that percentage higher. his fight with tempester was life threatening on multiple accounts. just before the alvarez bullshit, the bane particles were down to around 54%, slowly recovering. after alvarez it bumped back up to 77%. porlyusica thinks hell always have at least 20% in him if he keeps going like this. he doesnt really care.

they all act like siblings. ever's used to being the youngest, freed's just glad he doesnt have to be an only child anymore, and bicks is SO HAPPY hes not the eldest anymore. laxus is exasperated that he is once again the eldest of the youngest gen.

as mentioned laxus found all of them when they were kids

he found freed first. freed, who was in the early stages of training to be an encan royal guard when he was ten. he was being trained outside of the capital's reach when a dark guild obliterated the camp he was at with all the other trainees and teachers. laxus was on enca for a quest that really should have been sclass if only because enca was so far from fiore. he stumbled upon the still crumbling ruins of the camp when trying to go back to a port town and tried to find survivors. freed was one of the few lucky ones. he lead them all to the capital and only when a translator showed up did he learn freeds parents were part of the teachers that didnt make it. the royal family was trying to adopt him since his parents were the king's old friends before they realized that he still hadnt let go of laxus in the days it took to get there. they let laxus legally adopt him. it took him weeks to find sailors willing to take him, a kid, and the massive pile of books the royal family gave them all the way to fiore. laxus still doesnt know what he adopted freed as and freed doesnt know either but does like to think hes his little brother. laxus still finds it weird that they just let him adopt a kid when he was fifteen.

he found ever next. she and her older sister were runaways. he met them bc he accepted a quest to capture some thieves who were doin some robin hood type shit to hargeon. he didnt take the job to capture them, more to convince them to come to fairy tail. it didnt take too long to find them in rags on a rooftop of some bakery. he tried to convince them immediately but was then trauma dumped on by the little kid. she was three when her older sister took her and left their negligent family. they were roaming fiore for eight years, taking what they could from the rich and either giving it away or selling it off to give the money to the poor, who would always give them a place to stay for the night and some food, some even gave them clothes and toys, before guards would come to the town to find the thieves. the older sister had smacked 'eve' upside the head for confessing to crimes that they definitely didnt commit. they had run off before laxus could get another word in. it took him a week to find them again, but they had been watching him that whole time. the sister decided that she would turn herself in if 'eve' could join fairy tail. laxus said they both could join, but she turned him down. said it would be too obvious and dangerous for a known heiress to a noble family to suddenly join the most popular legal guild in fiore after eight years of running. but for her unknown little sister, who their parents didnt even bother to remember her name, it was perfect. especially since she had only been called 'eve' since they left, which was nowhere close to her legal name, and the sun they stayed in so much gave her a darker skin tone and lighter hair than their parents had. ever still doesnt remember when her sister would be released, nor does she even remember her full name. just that she had brown hair, brownish red eyes, pale skin, and was called 'ace' when they started stealing. laxus doesnt have the heart to tell her he thinks aceto is back "home" with count balsamico.

he found bicks last. he had, again, taken on a quest that really should have been sclass since midi was pretty far from fiore. he just had to bring lightning and, therefore, a storm to some farmlands to rejuvenate the soil for more crops. that was the easy part. what wasnt easy was spending the night in one of the farmers house and the village suddenly being fuckin raided. the farmer and her husband told him to stay home and keep an eye on their many kids while they took care of the danger. he tried to explain that hes a mage, nearly ready for the sclass trials, and lightning is extremely fucking powerful against nonmages, but they werent having it when he was just a few small years older than their own eldest. so fine, whatever, he could keep an eye on the house as a whole and bring a storm to help the farmers protect their families. why not. he didnt expect one of the raiders to be a fire mage who could summon hydrophobic fire. and he didnt expect the mage to chuck it straight at the house he was staying at. the strong winds only fed the flames and he could barely register that the house was on fire before the roof collapsed. he woke up to a boy just a few years younger than him, burns all over his body, trying to drag a support beam off laxus. he got the story from the kid. the fire had consumed the house quickly, and lightning was going everywhere outside, so he had tried to get all his siblings down to the basement so they could crawl through one of the emergency tunnels to the forest. they didnt realize how quickly the fire would eat at the supports and the stairs fell apart from under them. he tried to save his siblings, but some didn't survive the initial fall. the rest couldnt get away from the fire. he tried to get his parents from outside, only to see that they had been killed by the raiders. the fire mage was struck by lightning pretty soon after he set fire to the house though so thats good! but now his family of eight is down to one in under an hour. the rest of the village were mourning their loses too and couldnt take care of a kid. so laxus took him home after they gathered what they could from the wreckage. bickslow had come up with his name during the boat back, when he was rubbing laxuss back to soothe the motion sickness. he bickered with everyone a lot, and was too slow to save his family. bickslow. laxus tried very hard to not hug the kid to death and instead kept throwing up into the ocean.

they all have varying degrees of electric resistance

ever has the LEAST resistance. still way above average, but even a weak attack from laxus would get her whole body shaking and numb. she thinks its because of the aria magic she mastered when she first go to fairy tail.

freed thinks he has the most, but hes in the middle of the three. he can take a normal attack from laxus during training and can only feel a bit of tingling in the aftershocks. the only one who can withstand being carried by his lightning body and thinks its because of the lightning.

its actually because the movement of the lightning body is way too fast for bicks, who is nearly immune to a regular lightning mage's attacks. a strong attack from laxus is what gets him on the ground for five minutes. he doesnt know why since he never really trained against lightning. maybe its because his seith magic and figure eyes are kind of energy related? he doesnt know

the first time they learned of their eye magics was all in crisis

freed didnt actually see what his magic was for years. it happened when his camp was attacked, but no one was awake to see it. laxus hid the bodies of the dark guild from the kids and had asked what few adults survived if they had anything to do with that. they didnt. the wounds were oozing demonic magic from what laxus could tell and could translate with his poor understanding of french. every other quest they went on as the thunder legion was solved with his letter magic. it was an sclass quest, one similar to the one they all lost lisanna on, that his dark écriture "awakened" in. bicks figure eyes was the only reason freed was able to remember what happened. even during the battle of fairy tail, his dark écriture: darkness was very difficult to control

ever was captured for like ten minutes on an sclass quest early in the thunder legion's career. im sure you can guess what gross monsters attempt to do with the women they capture. yeah. her boys saved her after she turned them to stone. freed was about to make a letter magic prison for them so the magic council could arrest them but bicks said whatever happens when theyre stone they can still experience and laxus said they could cover her for the magic council and suddenly the statues broke. freed was only a little bit salty he couldnt test out some pain and suffering magics he was learning.

bicks first learned of both his magics at the first opportunity they had to show up. so yes he saw the souls of his parents and five siblings just after they were murdered. its why he wasnt all too sad that they died. he still saw them, he could still hear and talk to them, what do you mean theyre gone forever, laxus? he knows what death is, their neighbors were butchers and it was explained really early on why he couldnt name a cow in their fields. his family isnt really dead, theyre still right here. only then did laxus realize that this kid had soul magic. when they were getting what they could from the ashes laxus found five little stacking totem toys and two bigger ones. bicks said there were more, but maybe they burned or were under the bricks and planks around the room. laxus spent like twenty minutes trying to explain to bicks how to put souls into objects since he had only read about this type of magic years ago. it didnt take that long for bicks to have his family physically here again, even if they would be his "puppets".

all four of them have nostalgic items from their home land/their families

people think freed's sword was something he got commissioned after he learned letter magic since it has the fairy tail mark as part of the cross guard. but no, he only got the fairy tail cross guard commissioned. that sword wouldve been the one hed have if he were a royal guard to the encan royal family. now he just uses it to write his letter magic since hes not "worthy" to use it as an actual weapon

ever still has the necklace her sister gave her after their first night being thieves. it was silver and plain and had some type of cheaper green gem as its pendant, but she loved it then and loves it now. sometimes she wears it around magnolia, but when she goes on quests, it stays safe in her room in fairy hills.

besides the totems housing his actual family, the mark over bicks forehead and going over his nose and whatnot is actually the mark of the midian side of his family. the color is that of his fiorean side. after porlyusica healed the bigger scars on his face, it just appeared. porlyusica had no clue what it was, but makarov said something like that appears on all soul mages. something that shows where the magics came from. to have both sides of his family have soul magics somewhere in it was rare, but clearly not impossible. the souls of his parents had no clue there was any soul magic connected to their names, though, so who knows.

despite being laxuss closest friends theyre still constantly surprised by the shit he does/is

after the first time he spoke japanese to makarov and chinese to bicks, they figured that his mom was just fluent in both and taught him both and master picked up some japanese. then he spoke korean, russian, and something that bicks said reminded him of the arabian traders theyd get in midi, and they had to confront laxus about it. he said his mom was some percent japanese, chinese, and korean, since his Obā-chan was at least japanese and his Hal-abeoji was at least korean but cousins on both of their sides were chinese and some were thai and even others were indian and filipino but his mom only knew japanese korean and chinese so. and his pops is some bit russian and some bit whatever his gram was. and his gramps is maybe half russian half fiorean since they dont know where his mom and dad came from just that he was born in fiore and the second guild master said he should connect with his roots and learn russian. and again he has no clue where his gram was from since gramps always tried to not say where she was a princess of or where precisely on alakitasia that the alvarez empire absorbed her home country. he lost the thunder legion the moment he said Obā-chan but they just nodded along like they understood everything. they never asked again.

despite his music being played all the damn time when he had those noise suppressing lacrima headphones they never really knew just what laxus was listening to. just that he liked r&r since thats what he always responds with when someone asks. when the viewers of their streams learned what laxus actually listened to is when they also learned. they shouldntve been so surprised that there were some non english songs really considering his fucked up family tree

freed and ever were shocked loke was the spirit leo. bicks immediately started to rub it in their faces that he knew because his soul was just so damn bright and blinding and definitely wasnt fucking human. they were all shocked when laxus said he knew before bicks could see the souls of the still living. they figured laxus and loke werent actually that close with how they reacted when people called them boyfriends

they were shocked laxus and loke were actually boyfriends

bicks was the only one who knew laxus could summon storms if he summons lightning too often in one spot in a short amount of time. laxus just figured it was a lightning mage thing. ever and freed were so confused when it just started storming on one of their sclass quests in the middle of desierto

even still theyre constantly surprised whenever laxus just lays outside in the rain. and still surprised that hes not getting soaked.

they werent shocked that his coat is actually so fucking comfy. nor were they surprised that its heavy as fuck. they ARE surprised it was originally his moms and the only one he has. they figured he had multiple from how often he loses it in a fight and has it back the next day.

they were dumbfounded laxus knows requip magic specifically for his big coat. he also uses it for all his clothes and some random items like knives and pens and paper and a first aid kit and whatnot. they asked him if he knows any other magic. he said that the only reason his lightning body works is because his lightning magic came with an affinity to levitation magic. they stopped asking after that.

the first time laxus popped something out its socket had them all scrambling. the first time laxus popped something back into socket, which happened maybe a minute after that, had them all panicked. ever was the only one even a bit knowledgable in hypermobility so after it was explained she just sighed and shook her head.

#ohtobe asks #Laxus Dreyar #Fairy Tail Bickslow #Freed Justine #Fairy Tail Evergreen #Fairy Tail #Fairy Tail headcanons #long post

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Already got a list of the ships for the ULTIMATE fucked up ship tournament done. Hopefully will start it in two weeks or so. This is a list of the ships:

1. The Darkling and Alina, The Grisha Trilogy

2. Batman and The Riddler, The Batman 2022

3. stu and billy from scream

4. Vriska and Terezifrom homestuck

5. light and l from death note

6. Dirk Strider and Jake English from Homestuck,

7. Vio and Shadow Link from the Four Swords manga

8. Emilio Murkmere x Tobias Schenien from Ghost Eyes

9. Oswald x Ed from Gotham

10. Anna Croft/ Yu Junghyeok (orv)

11. Dimitri/Edelgard - Fire Emblem Three Houses

12. Will Graham and Hannibal, Hannibal

13. yoonbum x sangwoo, killing stalking

14. Starscream and Megatron, from the Transformers franchise

15. Mukuro Ikusaba/Junko Enoshima from Dangan Ronpa

16. Ladd Russo and Lua Klein from Baccano!

17. Daida and Miranjo from Ousama Ranking

18. Shizuo and Izaya from Durarara!!

19. theresa x otto, honkai impact

20. dorian x fem! inquisitor, dragon age

21. renee x huey from baccano

22. nanami x touga, revolutionary girl Utena

23. madoka and homura, puella magi madoka magica

24. (Ronan Lynch x Joseph Kavinksy) - The Raven Cycle

25. Seishirou and Subaru from Tokyo Babylon/X

26. Misaki/Satou, Welcome to the NHK

27. Bakugou and Deku (My Hero Academia)

28. Akito and Shigure, Fruits Basket

29. House and Wilson, House MD

30. Scarlet and Chase, I’m the Grim Reaper

31. Jong-woo and Moon-jo, Strangers from Hell

32. Moon-young and Gang-tae, It’s Okay to Not Be Okay

33. Medea and Helio, Your Throne

34. Celty and Shinra, Durarara

35. Akira and Ryo, Devilman

36. Yoshino and Kirishima, Raise wa Tanin Ga ii

37. Chateau and Ryang-ha, Love of Kill

38. Satoko and Shinpei, Hotaru no Yomeiri

39. Clarice and Hannibal, Silence of the Lambs

40. He Yan and Fu Shenxing, Who is the Prey

41. Cain/Owen from Promise of Wizard / Mahoyaku

42. Texas/Lappland from Arknights.

43. Jeongmin and Siyun, Dreaming Freedom

44. Han Chae-ah and Park Yunsu, Trapped

45. akane kurashiki/junpei tenmyouji from zero escape

46. Juri/Shiori (from Revolutionary Girl Utena)

47. Jackie/Shauna, Yellowjackets)

48. Cassandra/Rapunzel from the Tangled series

49. Damien and Elena from vampire diaries

50. Kristoph/Phoenix, Ace Attorney

51. Juice and Chibs, Sons of Anarchy

52. Utena/Anthy from the anime Revolutionary Girl Utena.

53. Cutthroat x Swindler, from Akudama Drive.

54. Yuno Gasai x Yukkiteru Amano from Mirai Nikki

55. Sal/Syakesan x Wadanohara from Wadanohara and the Great Blue Sea.

56. Jeremy and the SQUIP, Be More Chill

57. Ian Grimm and Poppy Li, Mythic Quest

58. Lestat de Lioncourt and Louis De Pointe du Lac, Interview with the Vampire

59. fuuma and kamui from clamp's x/1999

60. Victor and Eli, Vicious

61. Elisabeth and Der Tod, Elisabeth

62. Rudolf and Der Tod, Elisabeth

63. Veronica Sawyer and J.D, Heathers

64. Akechi Goro × Persona 5 protagonist (Akira Kurusu/Ren Amamiya)

65. Hondomachi and Fukuda, ID: Invaded

66. Harley Quinn and the Joker, DC

67. Christine and Erik, Phantom of the Opera

68. Lisa Reisert and Jackson Rippner, Red Eye

69. Valeta and Reinhart, I Failed to Oust the Villain

70. Light Yagami and Misa Amane, Death Note

71. Sumire and Hakubo, Toilet Bound Hanako Kun

72. Mika Harima and Seiji Yagiri, Durarara!!

73. Emma Wilson and Yohan Lee, My Deepest Secret

74. Sarah and Jareth, Labyrinth

75. Addie LaRue and Luc, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

76. Ja Yoon and The Nobleman, The Witch, Part One: Subversion

77. Makima and Denji, Chainsaw Man

78. Kyoko and Katsuya, Fruits Basket

79. Mrs. De Winter and Maxim, Rebecca

80. Mutsuki Tooru and Urie Kuku, Tokyo Ghoul

81. Victor and Elizabeth, The Dark Descent of Elizabeth Frankenstein

82. Constanta, Magdalena, and Alexei and Dracula, A Dowry of Blood

83. Ha-im and Geunhu, Never Ending Darling

84. Frank Cotton & Julia Cotton - Hellraiser (1987)

85. Yuki Cross & Kaname Kuran, Vampire Knight

86. Johann and Sasha, The Double Agent

87. Sian and Yul, Secret Alliance

88. Charlize and Dylan, The Taming of the Tyrant

89. Lin and Dosung, 340 Days

90. Makishima Shougo & Shinya Kougami from PSYCHOPASS.

91. Charlotte Willmore x Lizzie Wells, from The Perfection (2018).

92. “Hikaru”/Yoshiki from The Summer hikaru Died,

93. Dolph Laserhawk x Alex Taylor from Captain Laserhawk

94. Dolph Laserhawk x Rayman from Captain Laserhawk: A Blood Dragon Remix

95. Yuuji Itadori x Mahito from Jujitsu Kaisen

96. (luo binghe x shen qingqiu) from scum villain's self saving system.

97. Heaven Official's Blessing. Ships He Xuan and Shi Qingxuan.

98. Ives and Boyd from Ravenous 1999

99. Eve and Vilanelle, Killing Eve

100. Sephiroth/Cloud (FF7 Compilation)

101. Clary and Jace from the Mortal Instruments

102. Rika Sasaki/Yoshiyuki Terada, Cardcaptor Sakura,

103. Veralidaine Sarrasri/Numair Salmalín, from the Immortals Quartet

104. Eli/Oskar, Let the Right One In (2008).

105. Lavan Firestorm/Kalira, Brightly Burning

106. Lapis/Jasper (Steven Universe

107. PearlescentMoon/SMajor, the Life Series

108. Christine/Erik (Phantom Takarazuka)

109. The Brain/Julia (Animaniacs 2020)

110. Sterek, Teen Wolf

111. Jonathan Sims/Elias Bouchard, The Magnus Archives

112. Fyodor and Nikolai, Bungo Stray Dogs

113. Beatrice and Battler, Beabato, from "Umineko”

114. Father Paul/Riley Flynn; Midnight Mass

115. Edward Teach/Izzy Hands; Our Flag Means Death;

116. Batman/Joker

117. Cesare Borgia/Lucrezia Borgia - The Borgias

118. Dean/Sam Winchester from Supernatural

119. Vegas/Pete (Kinnporsche: The Series)

120. Hitori Uzune and Nanaki Kazuaki from Hatoful Boyfriends.

121. Lanze/Bluepool and Anan from Beauty and the Beasts

122. Blade and Dan Heng from Honkai Star Rail

123. Spike and Buffy, Buffy the Vampire Slayer

124. Isaac and Finn, I’m Dating a Psychopath

125. Lenore and Annabelle, Nevermore

126. Estelle and Khalid, From a Knight to a Lady

127. Layla and Matthias, Cry or Better Yet Beg

128. Hyuna and Luka, Alien Stage

129. Karuto and Lily, Dear my Living Dead

130. Andrew and Ashley Graves, Coffin of Andy and Leyley

131. Lydia Deetz/Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice

132. Harrow and gideon from gideon the ninth/Locked Tomb

133. Cathy x Heathcliff (Wuthering Heights)

134. Felix x Ollie (Saltburn)

135. Grace Chastity x Max Jaegerman, Nerdy Prudes Must Die

136. Mikoto and Haijin, Tsuiraku JK to Haijin Kyoushi

137. Eucenielle and Tes, I Hold the Tyrant’s Heart

138. Claire and Balt, The East Wind of the Altas

139. Usui and Misaki, Maid Sama

140. Sebastian Michaelis and Ciel Phantomhive, Black Butler

141. Dabi x Hawks from My Hero Academia

142. Alice “Daisy” Tonner/Basira Hussain, The Magnus Archives

143. Naruto and Sasuke, from Naruto

144. Byleth Eisner / Jeritza von Hrym from fire emblem three houses

145. Akira x keisuke from togainu no chi (nitro+chiral game)

146. Lucy Gray Baird and Coriolanus Snow, The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes

147. Elias and Chise, The Ancient Magus Bride

148. Gendo and Yui Ikari, Neon Genesis Evangelion

149. Punpun and Aiko, Goodnight Punpun

150. Sang-hyun and Tae-ju, Thirst

151. Hawa and Adam, The Guy Upstairs

152. Satoru Fujnuma and Gaku Yashiro, Erased

153. Root and Sameen Shaw, Person of Interest

154. The Doctor and the master, Doctor Who

155. Juliette and Warner, Shatter Me

156. Ich and Mrs Danvers, Rebecca das Musical

157. Kokichi Ouma and Shuichi Saihara, Danganronpa V3

158. Roxy and Velma, Chicago

159. Griffith and Guts, Berserk

160. Creed and Train, Black Cat

161. Torso and Mutsuki, Tokyo ghoul

162. Vash and Knives, Trigun

163. Sweeney Tod and Mrs Lovett, Sweeney Tod

164. Kuroi and Mashiro, Thou Dhall Not Die

165. Amy and Nick, Gone Girl

166. India and Charlie Stoker, Stoker

167. Pig and Runt, Disco Pigs

168. Anakin and Padme, Star Wars

169. Chloe and Kairos, I Shall Kill That Sweet Devil

170. Jung and Seol, Cheese in the Trap

171. Anthy and Akio Ohtori, Revolutionary Girl Utena

172. Feyre and Rhysand, A Court of Thrones and Roses

173. Lelouch and Suzaku, Code Geass

174. Mikiya and Shiki, Garden of Sinners

175. Gatsby and Daisy, The Great Gatsby

176. Ivan and Till, Alien Stage

177. Sylar and Elle Bishop, Heroes

178. Helena and Demetrius, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

179. V and Rika, Mystic Messenger

180. Yukari and George, Paradise Kiss

#polls #most fucked up ship tournament #most fucked up ships

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