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Cinematography?? In MY BL??? Not as likely as you think.
TLDR: it's a joke!!! but also legit sometimes I see "cinematography in bl" and it's just some basic pictures with mid-tone lighting and blue t-shirts. Let's talk film terms like: aperture, panning, tilting, and movement in film so we can see what goes into cinematography (with sources!). Also if I name a show you like as "boring cinematography" don't send me hate mail I'll laugh
(examples used: Our Skyy2 vs kinnporsche, 2gether vs semantic error, 1000 Stars vs The Sign)
If I name a show you like in this post as "bad cinematography" be chill about it, like, I ain't saying you can't like it, I'm just talking about techniques here not personal likability or overall show quality. I like badly filmed shit too say hello to my collection of Friday the 13th Blue Rays we're just here to talk techniques and like, educational stuff okay?
So the straight (heh) textbook definition of "cinematography" is: the art of making motion pictures. Which, frankly, tells you nothing. Like it's not wrong~~ but it's not informative either. Cinematography covers a lot of what we, the audience, visually see on screen:
"Cinematography is the art of photography and visual storytelling in a motion picture or television show. Cinematography comprises all on-screen visual elements, including lighting, framing, composition, camera motion, camera angles, film selection, lens choices, depth of field, zoom, focus, color, exposure, and filtration." (source)
So let's talk movement in film.
So when I talk about movement, what do I mean? I mean the way the camera, the characters, and the environment moves within a frame.
This video on Akira Kurosawa's usage of movement in a scene is brilliant:
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Something as simple as having rain or fire in the background of a shot can enhance the emotions of a scene vastly. it gives the scene depth - literal depth, not narrative depth - that would otherwise be missing.
The way the camera moves and transitions leading the viewers eye back and forth makes what you're watching more engaging. You aren't consuming these scenes, you are engaging with them. They are apart of the story itself, giving the environment life and texture so the characters within them matter more.
And, look, I get busting out Thee Akira Kurosawa might be unfair, but if we're gonna talk cinematography we can't not talk the importance of movement on film.
To understand good cinematography you have to understand what makes it good and as such what makes bad or mediocre cinematography.
In connection with movement we gotta talk about camera techniques like panning and tilting:
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"Camera movements are a fundamental part of video production. They can be a powerful storytelling device, heightening tension, evoking emotions, and bringing the viewer into the action. Without saying a word, camera movements can transform a scene’s entire narrative, and direct audiences’ attention where you want it." (source)
So we have movement of environment, of characters, and we also have movement of the camera itself.
Ok so like, where does the BL come in Pikachu??
I'm getting to that, I'm going to start with a more general example: Our Skyy 2 (Bad Buddy meets 1000 Stars edition) vs Kinnporsche.
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Starting at 5:17 we have Pran stranded or whatever, and this shot is like, it's fine. It's boring as hell, but fine. Why is it boring as hell? Well it's flat, it lacks movement, it lacks depth.
When the driver drove off the camera could have panned to follow his movement and then panned back to Pran at a different angle to showcase his isolation. Honestly since the scene starts with a mid close up of Pran, I would have had the camera behind Pran as the driver drove away, and had the camera pan around Pran 360 so we get shots of his environment, and him, while also emphasizing holy shit he's like, fucking stuck in the wilderness.
In general, there's a big lack of movement in the scene. The camera remains almost entirely static, there's no attempt at zooming in or out, following Pran's movement, or showcasing his environment in any meaningful way. Even when Pran begins walking towards the camera the angle of the framing is still centered, rather than tilted downward or upwards to give us more dimension (non-BL comparison, the Book of Eli starring Denzel Washington does the "walking towards the camera" shots really well).
We get a cut of a medium close up of Pran, with a deeper focus so his environment is blurred out.
I understand the thought process of this shot, we want the audience to focus on Pran, but if the point of the scene is to emphasize he's alone, confused, maybe even a bit anxious at his new circumstances it could've been done better. Take a wider shot from this angle, open up the lens to allow for that background environment to come through and show him isolated. Maybe do a pan above him or tilt the camera up going from his feet up as he nervously ruffles his hair. There's options here.
This just adds more walking to the scene, which we already had. It doesn't enhance or emphasize anything about Pran's emotions as a character.
Anyway the camera continues to follow him and then we get another cut. And it's from the same angle as before, only this time we see a truck coming. The camera remains static, it completely stops moving, and we just wait for the truck to drive into the frame.
This whole sequence of events ends at 5:57 and while not a long sequence I find it frustrating because it's boring. The only way the audience knows that Pran is anxious is via Nanon’s acting, there’s nothing in the filmmaking that enhances or contributes to that feeling.
He’s alone, until he’s not, and that’s all the scene tells us. It leaves the scene lacking any tension as well, because we’re not getting a sense of isolation - how large is this space? How alone is Pran right now? What is the entirety of the environment?
Contrast this with a similar scene in kinnporsche ep06 where Kinn and Porsche are alone in the mountains. I don't have a video of this specific scene so I have to link the trailer, starting at 1:48 to 1:52, but see how we start mid-close up of Kinn and Porsche, then pan out from above them? This is a better showcasing of just how vast the environment around Kinn and Porsche are.
They're still center frame throughout all of this, the depth of the scene is in mid-focus so nothing is blurred out and you can see the sharpness of the environment.
It also places the audience in the same space as Kinn, who is looking up at the sky while the audience looks down at him. It makes the audience a more active participant in the shot, emphasizes the state of the characters, gives the audience a sense of space & environment, and relies a sense of emotion.
The additional fast zoom out also adds to the scene by adding movement and making it more dynamic.
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(my man pran looking like this 🧍)
Both these scenes are pretty short, but they're relaying similar information and one is way more dynamic and effective than the other. Both Pran and Kinn/Porsche are alone in the wildness, but in the latter there's a lack of space, a lack of movement, and a lack dimension. This is mainly a framing issue, so let's talk more about camera movement (panning, & tilting).
Here's a scene from 2gether vs a scene from Semantic Error.
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(saw someone say 2gether had a high production value and chepie where??)
This entire scene with Sarawat and Tine is flatly shot. There is nothing in their background so no outward movement is happening, the lighting is even as are the colors, everything is at the same depth, and there's little to no motion in the camera.
The scene with Sarawat pushing Tine into frame. Why doesn't the camera follow Tine's motion of movement so the scene has more momentum? It just stops and the char falls out of frame before walking back into it. Then we get a series of cuts back and forth of close ups on Sarawat and Tine's faces. Back and forth, back and forth.
The editing leaves a ton to be deserved because if the back and forth did a quick pan back and forth with each beat we could build up tension, give the scene some texture, heighten the intensity of the argument. If we're going for something softer we could place them in on better set, or make the characters move themselves - have Sarawat walk away from the argument up those stairs, have the camera follow his movement as Tine chases him continuing the argument - or play with the lighting a bit, pan the camera down or tilt it something!
When Tine kisses Sarawat why doesn't the camera move with him in a more notable way? Why did we have a cut to a close up? And then we're back in a mid close up and more cuts and this editor is killing me!
This scene is 4mins long and the only engaging bit of filmmaking here is when the camera follows Tine when he steps closer to Sarawat putting the latter in the frame at 3:15, the entire scene is 4 minutes long.
I want to compare this scene to this scene in Semantic Error which is also all dialogue and also obviously filmed on a shoestring budget.
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So right away the camera work here is smart, it starts off in an establishing shot, evenly lit, of Sang Woo and Jae Young both in the frame. Then we get a mid close up of JY looking down, then a tight close up of JY looking up.
The change in camera angle emphasizes his surprise at seeing SW here as he looks up at SW. The lighting has also changed, it's much brighter now. The camera also begins to move, where it was static before it begins to tilt and shift.
We get a cut to SW, the first one of this scene. JY is seeing SW in a new light for the first time, and as such so is the audience. By starting the scene off in an outward shot with both chars in the frame, they are placed on the same level and the audience doesn't see their expressions up close. So when we're hit with JY's close up of surprise and then SW's close up of his wet hair it holds way more impact. It enhances the feelings of JY's character for the audience.
The lighting behind SW has also changed, it's much brighter, and warmer compared to the cooler tones of light behind JY. The camera also slows, and continues to to tilt and shift. JY's world has literally been shifted on his axis.
We get another cut, this time medium on SW and notice, the camera stops moving for that moment and the light around him dims. It's not as saturated. We're moved out of JY's pov here and back into "regular" framing.
SW tries to make JY leave, we get a close up cut of the cut on JY's arm - hey editing used to display important and new information! - then the camera cuts to SW getting medicine and here's a small but important thing, when he tosses at JY the camera follows his movement. And instead of cutting away, when JY gets up thinking SW is hurt, the camera follows JY's movement back towards SW.
It would have been easy to make a cut there back and forth - like in the 2gether scene did over and over - but following the movement of the characters makes the scene way more interesting visually to watch.
Changing the angles of the camera from a lower angle (where JY is looking up) to a downward angle (where SW is looking down) makes the scene more interesting visually as well and enhances the storybeat of JY looking up at SW in a new light memorized. This contributes to the story as well, as it's JY who catches feelings for SW first so their are literally, on uneven ground until they're not later in the story. The camera is panning, tilting, moving with the characters even given the limited space. The lighting adds to the effectiveness, as do the minimal cuts.
On a technical level, the scene in Semantic Error is just better filmed. In my own opinion, the scene is far more engaging b/c the filmmaking is better, where in 2gether the reliance is almost completely on the actors to sell the scene with little help. And I'm not saying nothing about Bright and Win cause their stans wildin'.
Next, I wanna talk about aperture.
I saw a post that used this word and I didn't understand the context in which they were using it because aperture isn't a style of filmmaking its a camera setting or lens adjustment - it's the rate at which the camera opens and closes letting in light and focus.
"Aperture is the opening of the lens through which light passes. When you hit the shutter release button to take the picture, the camera aperture opens to the predetermined width, letting a specific amount of light through. A large aperture lets more light in, and vice versa. Aperture is calibrated in f/stops, written in numbers like 1.4, 2, 2.8, 4, 5.6, 8, 11 and 16. The larger the number, the narrower the aperture." (source) <- really recommend this article if you want to learn about aperture in film.
A great non-BL example of aperture used for style is One Piece Live Action where cinematographers Nicole Hirsch Whitaker, and Michael Wood love using deep focus aperture in a lot of scenes.
But let's compare The Sign vs 1000 Stars.
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So when the scene starts, we're in mid-focus/aperture, everything is of similar sharpness and depth. Nothing is especially blurred out we're getting the full spectrum of Phaya and Tharn's environment.
When the camera switches to close ups of Phaya and Tharn however, we get a deep focus aperture. That's why everything behind them is so blurred out. In a close up of Phaya, even Tharn's face is blurred. The director wants the audience to focus specifically on these characters individually, so we can understand the weight of their dialogue. But when the camera wants us to see the characters as a unit, it cuts, pulls back out of that deep focus and everything is back in mid-focus again.
Here's another thing, it's subtle but it's important.
This scene also combines what we already discussed about movement. At :08 of the scene, in that first mid-shot the camera is actually zooming in closer on Phaya and Tharn. Not dramatically, subtly, but it is there. This is important, because at 3:23 we get another mid-shot of them, pulled out of that deep focus, and the camera begins to zoom out.
The camera also follows the movement of Phaya grabbing Tharn's hands, then pans back up to Phaya's face once again before panning higher into the frame and panning back to their faces and zooming in.
When we move back out of that deep focus, into a mid-shot the camera continues to zoom out on the two characters as they kiss.
I saw someone say that this scene wasn't "filmed like BL kisses" and, eh? Like it isn't filmed in that static style of filmmaking which has dominated BL filmmaking probably due to budgetary reasons. But
The Sign follows a similar filmmaking style as Kinnporsche and Domundi shows do. But also just like, basic filmmaking techniques you'd see in shows of the non-CW/soap variety.
The thing fans are seeing here is film technique (probably partially due to a larger budget). Movement, lens adjustment, panning and titling, lighting and color are all playing a role in this specific scene.
Cinematography baby.
(sidenote the VFX of The Sign is dope as fuck too)
Okay so let's talk Our Skyy 1000 Stars
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So this opening scene follows a similar structure to the scene in The Sign: mid focus shot of the two chars, into separate deep focus close ups. It's also a dialogue heavy scene like the one with Phaya and Tharn.
So why does their scene work better on a technical level than this one in Our Skyy 2?
The scene in The Sign combines techniques of aperture, movement, lighting, color and framing to give everything more impact.
In this scene with Phupha and Tian we get a similar editing style as the scene in 2gether: lots of back and forth cuts, very tight close ups, static camera movement. Where as the camera zooms in and out during mid-shots, the camera doesn't move in Our Skyy 2. It remains motionless even though a zoom in as the two characters lay in bed would add a lot to the scene itself.
In the close ups the camera continues to remain static, only changing angles when there's a cut. At 1:22 Phupha moves his arm to wrap around Tian, the camera could have taken a closer shot at his arm, and then followed his movement as he wraps it around Tian. Like how the camera followed Phaya's movement when he holds Tharn's hand.
Instead it's just a flat shot, we see his arm wrap around in a mid-focus above shot. The camera does move to follow Tian a couple times - at 1:50 for example. But overall, the scene is stiff - who sleeps like this frfr - in framing, in movement, in depth.
I want to say that I don't think this scene is bad - like I do the 2gether scene or the earlier scene with Pran - I think it's just, okay~~
And no, for none of these examples did I pick "the worst" shots or whatever. I'm not out to get any specific show, but tried to find comparable scenes and compare and contrast the filmmaking techniques used in both and how effectively they were used.
I want to leave off with this.
There's a lot that goes into cinematography, yes this singular shot of Furiosa is amazing, but what makes the scene amazing?
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Pay attention to how the camera moves (panning and tilting), when the camera moves (zooms in and out), the movement of the scene (the hair and sand moving), the lighting (Furiosa from behind is in darkness, her side profile more lit), the depth of the scene itself changing (as she walks away from the group the focus/aperture gets deeper on her, then when she walks out of the frame it grows larger to focus on the characters left behind).
All these little things make up what is "cinematography". The more you learn about the techniques used the more you can notice about film and what makes a scene powerful.
As BL gets more budget we're seeing shows expand their filmmaking catalogue more and more. Which is exciting! If fandom is gonna talk cinematography I think it's helpful to have the vocab to do so, and it's cool to watch a scene and be like "oh I see what they're doing here and why and how".
I mentioned other things that go into cinematography like framing, lighting, color, and there's also editing (which is separate). Idk if I'll make a post about those things cause I'm lazy and this shit takes forever to research and write but who knows~~
Check out other posts in the series:
Film Making? In My BL? - The Sign ep01 Edition | Aspect Ratio in Love for Love's Sake | Cinematography in My BL - Our Skyy2 vs kinnporsche, 2gether vs semantic error, 1000 Stars vs The Sign | How The Sign Uses CGI | Is BL Being Overly Influenced by Modern Western Romance Tropes?
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Wayward Waters Chapter 15
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Hello everyone! Chapter 15!
absolute Chaos!!
this Story contains Vore, Dont like dont read.
have fun reading!
and as always Reblogs are appreciated!
(Also ASK’s are open so feel free to bother me!)
AO3 Link for those that prefer the layout there;
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I stared in unabashed horror as the thing that could pick up Ronan and me as we were right now in one hand leaned over and put its head close to the bowsprit of the Call Of The Damned,
where Cassidy stood.
He did not run, or even flinch as the Kraken Mer got close enough to just bite off a good chunk of the front of his ship.
Cassidy was either very brave or very foolish, perhaps both.
The Kraken lowered itself down until it was approximately on eye level with him, staring directly at him with those weirdly pale Lilac eyes with the weird pupils that almost seemed to slightly glow.
For a moment that seemed to stretch into eternity nobody moved, not Cassidy, not the Kraken,
not any of and not even the wind and waves.
Then the behemoth blinked, slowly, at Cassidy and very gently and carefully put its own head against his way smaller one.
It sure was something to see, something where a human wasn’t even the size of half a finger being so gentle.
Then the Kraken drew away, letting go of the ship and slinking back into the crater in the middle,
the water making a few waves as it disappeared.
Then it was like it had never been here.
The seawater went back to being weirdly clear and calm, The only difference was the number of shipwrecks that dotted the ground that I now realized had been worked smooth by years of traveling over it.
Not unlike the sunning rock back at the Castle.
I still stood there frozen,
staring at something that wasn’t even there anymore.
“I think i have to throw up”
Ronan said from somewhere to my right.
Which, honestly? Fair.
I left him to that for now in favor of Looking for Robin,
wherever Jamie had dragged him.
Though there was still blood in my fur and mouth,
better wash that first.
So instead of going up the slope I went down to the water,
sticking my head in and trying to wash the blood out.
Rinsing my mouth out I noticed that the water here was less salty tasting as in the rest of the ocean, then again blood also tasted salty and I had the taste in my mouth for quite a bit.
Shaking the water out like a wet cat I went back up the slope,
where Jamie was already walking up while the others tended to their wounds.
Well Akeem didn’t bleed and he didn’t even look like he had any scratches,
he was probably making sure they wouldn’t do stupid shit again.
Walking up I saw that Jamie had not bothered to wash the blood off,
and was making rusty red colored footprints on the stone.
Well that was not nice to see,
but at least as the blood dried the prints got less defined.
“Jamie, wait for me! Where did you drag Robin to?”
I was beside them in just a few steps and they pointed to a dead tree up on the ridge of the island.
“I told him to go hide behind that!
And stay there until someone went to get him”
“Thank you!”
I ran past Jamie who grumbled something about walking unnecessarily upwards and went back down to where the rest of the Crew was.
Sprinting up the smooth stone I had reached the dead tree in no time, leaning to look around it showed nothing though.
But spotting the bright red mop of hair was not hard,
he was just a few paces away looking into a little divot filled with water, surely from the last time it rained.
“Robin! There you are!”
He snapped his head around to look at me,
face brightening immediately.
“Dononvan! Is it over? I- uh i did look even though Jamie told me not to, i didn’t think the Kraken would be a mer, is it gone now?”
Of course curiosity would get the best of him,
but if the scene with the Mer appearing completely for a bit was all he saw it wasn’t too bad.
“Yeah, i have no idea what the hell happened,
but the Kraken is gone, went back into its Hidey hole”
He looked confused at me for a second.
“Where is your tooth?”
Ah, yep, that.
“Uh, i think Akeem has it right now,
it got stuck in some wood, don’t worry it’s not bad”
“If you’re sure, what are you gonna do with it?”
“No idea, maybe i’ll give it to Ronan,
he’s interested in any biology stuff i think”
Not like I had any use for it now,
and hopefully the new one would actually grow in.
Robin just hummend, nodded and stared back into the water for a moment, which I noticed was way deeper than originally assumed,
not unlike the hole in the middle of the island.
Shuddering slightly I ignored that in favor of looking at whatever Robin had been watching in the shade of some boulders.
Jellyfish, pulsing with a soft glow as various colors circled through their skin.
Huh, that was kinda pretty,
but nearly all jellyfish stung so better not touch them.
“Do you think that’s the result of magic?
They kinda look like some of Oakley’s crystals”
They really did.
“No idea, but they’re still jellyfish and i have no idea what would happen if you got stung by those,
now come on let’s go back i want to leave this island as fast as i can”
He nodded and stood up, immediately trying to climb up my arm from where I had hunched over.
“You got splinters under your ear, want me to pluck them out?”
There were? Well better not shift with things stuck to me.
“If you can yeah, i still don’t know what happens when i shift with things stuck in my skin, and i don’t want to know”
If it stayed the same size while I shrunk I would have quite a problem.
Robin worked quickly to pluck them all out,
the tiny pieces of wood feeling like nothing to me.
After he got them out he ran his fingers trough the fur to check if he missed any, the feeling of his way smaller hands brushing trough the fur feeling strangely soothing.
“I think i got all of them, are you gonna shift here or by the boat?”
“Boat, i’m still not sure what the hell happened,
or if all the Pirates are gone”
“Mhm”
He climbed up to sit somewhere in my mane,
hunkering down and going out of sight.
“M’ glad you’re okay”
He mumbled into my fur and I walked slower for a moment.
“Yeah, so am I, and I’m glad nothing happened to you either”
I resumed walking at a normal pace,
though that was still way faster than a human.
Down the slope I could see Ronan, still in creature form, getting absolutely beat by Jamie who used their bird claws to play earring.
Ouch, I knew that hurt.
And he certainly looked like he found that painful.
“What is that? One of Imugi’s friends?”
Came it from my mane and I realized Robin couldn’t see the bracelet from where he was, it being on Ronan’s other arm.
“Ah, no that’s Ronan, somehow”
“WHAT? Wait, I thought the bracelet killed people that don’t have that weird gene thing Oakley said?”
“Don’t scream in my ear! But uhh yeah,
Apparently he can wear it? Somehow?”
I really had no idea why he was able to put it on, or why he thought it was a good idea to test that in the middle of a Kraken attack.
“Does that mean he’s related to you? And why does it look so weird?
Rowley didn’t look like that at all, more like you than that”
That I could give no answer to, could this even be called Ardua?
Or was it something else altogether?
“I don’t think so? Whatever that is i don’t think its an Ardua,
we should ask Oakley about when we can”
Robin hummed in agreement and I watched Ronan try to shake of Jamie like I had done.
Though with way less success.
“Dononvan! Help! How the fuck do i shift back?
Jamie won’t let go of my ear!”
Ah, that was why,
he’d only seen me turn INTO an Ardua but not back.
I let Robin jump down from my back and went over to Ronan,
Jamie still hanging from his ear.
When they saw me they jumped off, doing a salto and landing on their feet, scampering to Akeem to use him as a perch.
I rolled my eyes at the antics and then showed Ronan how to shift back, his oversized fingers, or flippers?
Having a bit of trouble with dexterity.
As soon as he was back to normal alongside me he got slapped behind the head by Imik,
who then went on to put his hands around the poor new shifters neck.
“DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW WORRIED WE WERE WHEN WE COULDN’T FIND YOU? AND THEN YOU’RE JUST DOING STUPID SHIT WHILE SWIMMING AROUND!
ALSO WHY THE FUCK DID YOU THINK WEARING SOMETHING THAT YOU WERE WARNED COULD KILL YOU WAS A GOOD IDEA! YOU NEVER THINK OF CONSEQUENCES!”
I walked backwards a little as Imik ranted at Ronan who just let him, not even trying to remove the hands from his neck and instead opting to just hold his wrist.
“I actually did think of consequences for once!
I used the data I got from Donovan and compared it to myself!
I don’t know why but for some reason I completely forgot to examine myself at ANY point in the past!
Wild huh? A it turns out eels aren’t so bad a tool to find out if you have more than one heart”
What.
Of course leave it to him to forget to ever examine himself while gushing over every other biological marvel.
Imik looked doubtful and confused at him.
“No wait, i did Chest compressions on you,
there was only one heartbeat, the fuck are you talking about?”
“Oh yeah the heart you kickstarted is the other one,
i’m pretty sure the first one got fried”
By this point everyone was just looking at him either dumbfounded or sort of disappointed and confused.
Imik finally took his hands away from Ronan’s neck at least.
“You SO owe us an explanation when we are home!
What the hell man!
AND we are telling Grace to properly examine you!
I can’t believe you managed to weasel yourself out of any proper doctor appointment ever”
Ronan just stood there sheepishly, at least until Imugi waddled on land and started chewing on his sleeve.
“Sorry, but it worked out didn’t it?
And this new form thingy is quite cool!
Hey now I could help Imugi tow the boat! Or-”
We left him rambling at Imik and Jamie, who still looked like they wanted to throttle him, and instead went back to the boat.
Akeem was already walking back up the plank,
my lost tooth hoisted over his shoulder.
At least he had taken the time to wash the blood off,
and whatever else had splattered onto his skin.
“Donovan? Do you think the ship will sail okay?
It’s got a few more holes than before”
True, the pirates had shot at it with not exactly terrible aim.
“Im sure as long as the part that’s actually in the water didn’t get damaged we should be fine, maybe a bit slower now though”
Robin just stared at a piece of broken railing as we walked back onboard.
“I hope so, what now? I mean, the Pirates are, uhh, gone, do we just go home with Rikaad as soon as the Victory Rose is repaired?”
“Honestly? I don’t know, but if they have to repair the ship i’m sure we can get a day to explore at least”
“I hope so, this has been chaotic and so far I haven’t even seen a single seashell!”
Oh right, and I had told Arthur I’d bring him a pretty one.
“Yeah, i’m sure we can find a few,
a big ship like that wont get repaired in just one day”
He nodded and climbed up the stairs to the top part of the deck, carefully avoiding the broken railing.
“They really missed most shots huh?
The only things they hit where the door and pieces of the railing”
“They also got the very tip of the bowsprit!
Somehow, but the little Flame didn’t come back”
Ah right, the Elmsfire that Jamie had titled as dangerous.
“I’m sure Jamie said that was something called ‘Elmsfire’ and i don’t think the next time we see it will go as smoothly as this one”
Considering how chaotic and dangerous it had already been shortly after the fires appeared I wasn’t exactly keen on having them show up again.
“Aww, it seemed nice, im sure being taken by everyone as some harbinger of doom must get lonely”
“There were more than just one,
i’m sure they befriend each other or something”
Though he did have a point in that, maybe the fire disappeared because it wasn’t used to people being friendly?
Whatever the case we had managed to power through this insanity mostly unscathed, missing tooth not counting.
“I hope they do! I find it interesting that Fire can do that!
Hey if there’s fire that can take on such a form what about other elements? Like water! Or air!”
“A water spirit is sometimes called an undine,
or more commonly known as Nixie or Naiad”
I turned confusedly to the voice behind us,
which turned out to be Shalimar.
“How the fuck did you get here?”
She shrugged.
“Got bored on Dad’s ship, and i’ve actually met a few Naiads,
they’re pretty playful, and not exactly aware that people need air”
Ah, so they might drown you and not realize, nice.
“Ohh, and what about air spirits? Do earth ones exist?
No wait Dryads are a thing so earth spirits definitely exist”
Shalimar just shrugged.
“Eh, dunno i’m a sailor not a bird, but i think Nymra met one once,
uhh i think she called it a Sylph or something, don’t remember”
There really were a lot of unusual life forms out there,
Then again magic also existed.
Shalimar jumped back down to the larger part of the deck and went to try and undo the sail, a concerned Imik and Ronan immediately rushing to do it before she could.
It wasn’t long before other boats aimed to leave this place as well, immediately healing for the exit and avoiding the hole in the middle as best as they could.
The Call Of The Damned ignored that completely and just went straight over it, sailing past some smaller boats and out again.
After this people sure would have some questions for him,
including myself.
What in the absolute FUCK had been the plan here?
And what if it didn’t go as it should have? DID it even go as it should?
And why could he summon a fucking KRAKEN?
Well he was on an entirely different ship,
and likely would not let anyone else on for a while.
By now Jamie had put the boxes back up again to sit on top of them only to get distracted by Akeem asking them to go be lookout.
I sat on the free spot in the middle,
not really keen on going near water right now.
Robin sat next to me, staring at the bowsprit as if the Elmsfire he had apparently decided was a friend would show up again.
“… are you okay? I know you don’t like fighting”
Yeah, this was the second time I was fighting in a bigger battle,
if one could call this that?
“Honestly? Right now I’m just tired,
but I also have too much adrenaline to sleep for the next few hours,
and maybe paranoia about what just went down.
As soon as were back home, or just on land i guess,
i’m going to faceplant on the next best soft surface and sleep”
Not only that but half of my limbs were pretty achy,
though that would go away in time.
“Well, uhh… at least you have quite the story to tell to Fable?
And Arthur, im sure Nea would love to hear it too”
“Yeah Nea would probably love all the parts I hated,
I somehow have no doubt she would have planted her giant claymore in one of the Kraken’s tentacles.
Though im sure Oakley will be delighted at knowing there is such a creature out here,
fuck knows he might even come here to see for himself”
Oakley would probably even find a way to communicate with it, somehow.
“Yeah, how old do you think you’d have to get to get as big as that Kraken?”
Good question, how big was that thing anyway?
Its entire head had been as tall as my Giant form at least.
“Older than Oakley is now probably, I mean he’s what?
Sixhundred? And still pretty small”
Robin laughed, and then complained as Oakley was still a bit taller than him, at least if the winged bastard wasn’t crouching.
We sat like that for the entire way back to Kariba island,
which apparently was the closest inhabited island to Graves keep,
just trying to wind down from the stressful day.
Ronan falling overboard with the Bracelet had been a pretty bad scare, and I was still tempted to whack him for that, again.
Though i’d have to tell him to visit us sometime,
He was a pretty alright guy, if airheaded.
He also should show the Bracelet to Oakley,
surely this new type of Bracelet would interest him,
and maybe he’d know the name of the new creature!
Even though I had found it and it was technically mine,
I wouldn’t ask him to give it back.
I didn’t need it, I had my own and I was not keen on being some strange water creature.
And who knew? Maybe my genetics thing wasn’t even compatible with the blue Bracelet, and I wasn’t about to try it.
Oakley surely would know more.
Man that guy would get to hear a wild story,
after all it surely was not everyday one came so close to a Kraken.
Though he’d probably go out and see for himself if he could.
The Halcyon parked in its usual spot, which I was actually thankful for as I had no doubt the rest of the island and all the Boats would be very loud by now, people asking what happened and the like.
At this point i really only wanted to sleep,
feeling drained of energy, maybe they’d let me crash on their cushioned bench they patchworked somehow.
Robin was looking at all of it with wide eyes, well he had not been here before and this place WAS quite something.
“Wow, so much stuff! And on so little room! I want to explore it!”
“Not today, im sure all the other ships are currently overrun by onlookers that want to know what happened,
maybe tomorrow i’m also rather tired”
Robin blinked and then nodded.
“You look tired! Do we have to sleep on the ship?”
“No, these guys have a house,
well if you want to call a repurposed cave that”
I pointed at where the door was, noticing Imugi was already waddling up to the little area filled with saltwater.
Robin stared at her,
apparently not aware she could go on land as well.
“She’s on land! Wow!”
I had no doubt that he wanted to go up to her,
this time properly and not the fleeting time when she’d brought us from the Call Of The Damned to the Halcyon.
“Yeah, you can go up to her if you want, i’m sure nobody will mind”
He squealed in joy and ran down the plank Akeem had put down to get on land, myself following slowly behind as Robin ran out of sight to play with the sea serpent.
Eh, at least with Imugi there he wouldn’t get hurt,
and I was too tired to do anything else today.
Pretty sure I was experiencing an adrenaline crash or however that was called.
“You good man? No wait dumb question,
you want me to put up a hammock for you?”
I nodded thankfully at Imik who walked ahead to put up said hammock.
At least that way I didn’t take up the cushion bench in their living room.
Walking back into their home it still looked as chaotic as when we left.
And Yamet was somehow in the kitchen already if the sound of sizzling oil was anything to go by.
Well that was fast, ignoring how tired I was as I would have to get up to sit at the table later anyway and peaked my head into the Kitchen.
Yamet was humming and slathering slabs of what might be pork in something that smelled like mustard and then covered them in crumbs.
He then tossed them into a pan filled with oil,
all in all it smelled pretty good.
And apparently he had gotten Ronan to peel potatoes,
probably as punishment for doing all that stupid shit today.
Deserved.
I sneaked past that to not bother them and went outside down to the little pond area where Imugi had her Fun splashing water at Robin who rather unsuccessfully tried to splash back.
Well that wasn’t fair, grinning, I shifted again back to the Ardua form, stalking around the rock formations like I had seen cats do.
I jumped into the water next to Imugi,
making a wave that was actually effective against her, and knocked Robin off his feet so that he landed in the water laughing loudly.
Imugi squeaked in joy and used her flippers to splash water at me, soaking my fur so that I could just shake myself and get half the water back on her.
Robin had climbed up one of the boulders,
laughing and trying to wring his shirt out.
“Well like that I can’t win!”
True, luckily Imugi brought a bunch of large flat rocks over,
what they were for i had no idea.
At least until she took a single one into her beak and tossed it in a way that made it skip the entire length of the watery area.
“OHHH! Donovan did you see that? Even i can’t do that!”
Oh great, the Sea Serpent could skip rocks,
and she looked rightfully proud of it.
“Yeah i did see, im right here, well i can skip rocks but not as good as that, and she doesn’t even have hands!”
Imugi clacked with her beak and tried to give me one of the stones, which i could neither hold,
not even with my teeth as a tooth was missing nor with my paws.
Walking a bit back out of the water I turned back to human size, grabbing my own flat rock from the multitude of pebbles on the wet ground.
I handed a few to Robin as well.
“Here i’ll show you how to do it”
Taking one of the pebbles I put it in my hand and showed Robin how to toss it in slow motion first before letting it skip.
It managed about five times before Imugi snapped it up in her beak.
“Hey! That was a good one! It could’ve gone longer!”
Imugi just made a clicking noise and spat the pebble onto a ledge, taking position between two larger boulders sunk into the water.
Ah, that was her plan.
“Oh I got it, we need to get at least one rock between the boulders while Imugi is there!”
We played that, after showing Robin a few more times how to skip rocks, till someone yelled out that Yamet was done cooking.
Despite trying we lost though,
Imugi being surprisingly good at catching small and fast things.
Then again that’s what she was focusing on.
She whistle-clicked proudly at having won and was nice enough to give us a lift to one of the windows,
where Akeem immediately tossed towels at us as we entered.
“Yamet cooked, dry off and you can get a plate”
With that he left and I dried the mud out of my shoes,
in the end just deciding to take them off and put them against the wall to not track dirt everywhere.
Yamet had really just put the meat randomly on the plates,
each containing about the same amount of meat as well as mashed potatoes which were probably courtesy of Ronan’s help.
As it turned out the crumbs around the meat was just bread,
but somehow this was still one of the best meat dishes i’ve had, £
and the mashed potatoes were also okay,
especially with the sauce Yamet handed out from a pitcher.
Apparently he had done so so everyone could choose how much they wanted, if any at all.
Smart, and practical in case someone didn’t like it.
Though eating while Having Jamie sitting to my right and once again not using any cutlery to dig in wasn’t the best experience.
They really ate like a feral hog,
it was a miracle that nothing got on their sweater somehow.
Probably practice.
After dinner we talked for a bit longer,
mostly just cussing at Ronan for being so dumb and reckless.
And then the next thing i knew was that i woke up in the middle of the night in a hammock, huh, must have fallen asleep.
And Akeem must have been the one to drag me to the hammock as I wasn’t sure if any of the others could even lift me.
Where was he anyway?
And why the fuck did i wake up at this ungodly hour?
It was still dark outside, and the moon wasn’t even that high up,
so still about two hours till midnight.
Ugh, great.
My brain was foggy, and still tired as well but I felt like I had to get up.
There was something that called me outside,
not hearable but still there.
Tired and foggy brained I followed it,
it was almost like an invisible thread slowly pulling me outside.
In an almost sleepwalk-like state I went past a sleeping Imugi down the island.
I had no idea where I was going, or even why,
just that Something wanted me to go down what would be the ‘root’ of the wisdom tooth shaped island.
The longer one too if i recalled correctly as that was the side the Crew had built their chaos house.
It was eerily quiet too,
though that didn’t really register in my foggy brain, not even that there weren’t even any of the nocturnal creatures out and about.
It was only as I got to the very end of the peninsula,
a sandy little corner, that I realized I couldn’t even hear the waves, because there were none.
The entire ocean was smooth like a freshly polished mirror,
and reflected the starry sky just the same.
It was actually pretty beautiful.
Then something moved underneath the surface of the mirror like water, that I now realized was about as calm as at a Graves keep.
No, exactly like Graves keep, Kraken included as I saw the pearlescent behemoth rise from the water not too far away from me,
looking like it was replacing the moon itself.
NEXT / PREVIOUS / OVERSIGHT
#sstc#lizards writing#vore story#giant/tiny#extreme cuddling#sea serpent#sea monster#kraken#Sea of barmea#ship#cw blood
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The Tale of an Unknown Devil: A Short Story
WC: 1k
Saturday mornings are nothing less than a blessing from God. They are much easier to endure, unlike most workdays. Even the weather seems better on those days.
Quiet thoughts fill Enzoe's head as he stares out of his extravagant balcony. Rain pours down constantly. One would say, "It's raining cats and dogs out there". The green and at the same time, the colorful garden looks blurry through the droplets of rain. The pleasant sound generated by the rain pouring on the ground is hard to ignore. The sky looks duller than ever, unlike the other Saturdays. The fresh, warm scent of coffee fills Enzoe's nostrils as he sips into it once. "Tastes delicious indeed", he thinks. Coffee has always been a lifesaver for Enzoe Jacobs. There have been countless nights that had to be spent without him ever closing his hazel eyes. Nights would go on, while he was at work, dealing with his morbid tasks. He would feel drowsy at times, but oh, would he dare to fall asleep! Many sleepless nights had passed since Enzoe was 17. Coffee was what saved his weary eyes back then. One sip of coffee and he could go on for another sleepless, cold night.
A sudden ring of the telephone snapped him out of his train of thoughts. Hello?"
"Are you Agent Jacobs speaking?"
"I certainly am. What's the occasion, Handler?"
"274 Madison Circle La Habra, CA 90631. A Mexican man with blonde hair and green eyes. Name's Guiterrez, Raúl Guiterrez. Set off at 3 pm, the guy is not supposed to have company."
"Noted."
The other side hung up with a loud stomp.
"Hell, I thought I had the day off! The handler does not normally call me on Saturdays. This must be an important job then," Enzoe murmurs to himself. The rain has finally stopped. The garden looks more vivid now. The tulip looks quite pale though, how weird! "I have about 6 hours until the job. Some TV should be good to kill time." Enzo turns on the television as the brightness lights up the dark room, despite it being daytime. It's a big, extravagant room though, filled with expensive antique goods bought from the local antique shop. Old man Bruce has quite a collection. He stings when it comes to price though. Thanks to Enzoe's well-paying career, he was able to pull off multiple antique goods and adorn the new two-storeyed house he got after one specific task. "Got" is quite the wrong word because Enzoe sort of earned it. A woman, dressed in a brown overcoat, stands in front of an apartment, police, and detectives roaming behind her every once in a while. She looks profound, guess something 'not very graceful' has happened after all. Ryle decides to increase the volume to hear her words thoroughly.
"As you can see, this is Mr. Benedict Lewis's apartment. We are standing outside a very dangerous murder scene. Mr. Lewis was killed two days ago, on Thursday, August 22th, at approximately 3 p.m. His body was found two days later, today at 10 a.m. in the morning. The neighbors complained that the apartment had been emitting a very rotten smell for the past two days. When the neighbors got suspicious about not meeting Mr. Lewis for those two days, they decided to call the police and ask for their assistance. We are standing at the scene where Mr. Lewis was brutally murdered. The police arrived at 9:50 p.m. and found the door of Lewis's apartment unlocked. What lay ahead, shocked them beyond imagination. They found a body that was severed in various parts. The head was bashed open and the brain was missing. The heart, eyes, and kidneys were also missing from the victim's mutilated body. Later it was speculated by the police that those organs were probably separated and stolen by the murderer. However, no footprints or fingerprints were found at the scene. Carl Lewis, the brother of Benedict Lewis, rushed to the scene and demanded a thorough investigation. The police also speculate that .….."
Enzoe turned off the TV, getting bored. "Like they are ever going to find the murderer. This town's law system is nothing like the main state after all", he thought quietly as a smile broke out from the corner of his chapped lips. Enzoe thinks about the Carl guy. "Poor guy thinking he is going to get justice. Justice is nothing but a beautiful word created by fools. There is no justice in the world. Nothing is good or bad. At the end of the day, everyone is just filling their pockets to the brim. Nobody cares about justice or good. Everyone just hankers after pennies. Such a rotten world!" Enzoe looks at the clock. It's 2:30 p.m.
"Time sure flies by fast. Guess I am going to start getting ready for the job."
Enzoe opens the only coat he wears for this job. A black duffel coat, quite the clothing indeed, for such a shady job. "The stain is still there though, gotta wash it off again after returning", he thinks, staring at the small dark stain from his last job that was two days ago. No matter how many times he'd washed it, it never went away. It shrunk from being a huge stain though. Enzoe puts on the coat and gloves. He also takes the small chemical bottle that he uses to vanish prints from the scenes. He takes the gun which he keeps hidden under the floorboards. He also takes the large chainsaw he bought from a sharp goods' shop a while back, stuff's got good mobility, to be honest.
Quite useful while prying a body open; actually, it is Enzoe's favorite part of his job.
Enzoe looks at the clock in a hurry. The hands indicate that it's about to be 3 p.m. He opens the door to head out.
It's time.
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Broken-Style Remix: Talia & Ra's Al Ghul w/ Horror Author Reader [Part One]
Broken: Greetings to all, readers and writers alike. The Broken Truth here with a new remix with the original coming from my friend - @anxiousnerdwritings. A while back, I asked them about interaction with Talia and her father trying to find out just who [Reader] is but to no avail. Now, it's time for a Broken-Style Remix Script. Now, let the words weave together.
- [Author's] Apartment / Around 10:45 P.M. / Raining Weather -
[The hard rain pounded away on the glass of the lit window on side of the building but the rain could barely be heard from the inside of the room where the light was coming from. Inside the room, a human laying in a sitting position in their bed with their back against the headboard and their legs tucked under the blanket as their [Eye Color] eyes looked down at the pile of papers in their dominant hand while the other hand held a cup of tea/coffee; the light coming from the lamp at their side.]
[This person was [Author] [Surname] - a world-famous author in the Horror and Thriller Genre for the incredible detail that was written in every word, especially in the torment and murder scenes. Some people said that they were too detailed and [Author] must have been through some stuff or done some stuff to be able to write such horrible things in amazing detail. Their Response: "I'm just one hell of an author with a wild imagination.".]
[On this night, [Author] was looking over the script for their new book when their eyes narrowed at the feeling of multiple people in their personal space. They exhaled and placed the papers on the dresser before taking off their glasses and looking up at the 2 figures standing in their room.]
Author: Hello. Can I help you with something?
[The Figures that stood before him were those of a man and a woman, but not just any man and woman. [Author] remembered his conversations with Batman during their bookclubs about the Demon Head of the League of Assassins - an Immortal Man by the name of Ra's Al Ghul - and his daughter, heiress to the throne, and Batman's Baby Momma - Talia Al Ghul. Judging from the descriptions that Batman gave [Author], those two individuals were standing before him at this very moment.]
Ra's Al Ghul: [Pin Name] [Pin Surname].
Talia Al Ghul: Also known as [Author] [Surname]. We have a few questions for you and we expect answers.
Author (Places the papers on the nightstand): And what questions would those be?
Talia: My father and I have been reading your books and I have the say - we were instant fans. The amount of detail in the books is so vivid, you can place yourself in the shoes o the killer or the victim; depending on the side you want to be on.
Author: I see. However, that is not a question.
Ra's: That's what we mean - the amount of detail is too vivid to have come from the fragments of imagination; that kind of detail comes from first-hand experience. Now, onto our question: Who or What are you to be able to write such detailed torment?
Author: Whatever do you mean? I am nothing but a simple author with a very wild imagination.
[Talia narrowed her eyes as she pulled her sword from her sheath and pointed the tip under the neck of the writer before her but there was not a single change in his facial expressions or in his heartbeat - he was completely calm.]
Talia: No. You are not just an author. You are more. A simple writer would have jumped in fear at the sight of a sword against their throat...but you are calm as if nothing is happening. Who are you really?
Author: I am simply an author.
Talia and Ra's: Just tell us who you really are.
Author (Smirks): I am simply just one hell of an author.
[TO BE CONTINUED]
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BnHA Chapter 310: A Tale of Two Kacchans
Previously on BnHA: Flashback!Deku was all, “hey, you know what sounds like a good decision? Abandoning my studies at the safest place in the country so that the bad guy who wants to find me and kill me has literally nothing standing in his way of doing that.” All Might was all, “I fucking knew you were going to say some bullshit like that so whatever, but I’M COMING WITH YOU and I’m also going to invite the Hawksquad to come with us, mostly so that I can steal Jeanist’s car.” Jeanist was all, “okay fine you can borrow my car, All Might, but only if you wear jeans.” All Might was all, “okay sure” and he wore jeans and also sunglasses and a leather jacket and it was pretty rad. Anyway so now they’re out there fighting crime and hunting down the LoV and stuff, and absolutely none of it is going to end well, I’m just letting you know now. But I guess we’ll let them enjoy it while it lasts.
Today on BnHA: Horikoshi is all “happy belated Kacchan’s Birthday makeste, here’s the flashback you really wanted at long last,” and proceeds to pull the old vestige flashback out of the kitchen drawer and upend its contents all over my Friday afternoon without the slightest bit of warning. OFA III is all “WHAT’S UP I’M JUST SOME GUY, HELLO,” and okay?? Hello yourself. OFA II, on the other hand, is all, “okay yeah I have different hair and stuff, but I’m like 98% sure I’m either Bakugou or his goddamn twin, I mean look at me.” Which, yeah. I looked, and he really is though you guys. Anyway though, so he and OFA II basically just showed up in the First (who goes by Yoichi now)’s prison cell one day all “HEY THERE, WE’RE HERE TO SAVE YOU, APPARENTLY, ALTHOUGH WE SEEM REAL CONFUSED ABOUT IT TBH BUT HEY.” And so they saved him, and Yoichi was all “hey nice to meet you do you want to join my super-exclusive Saving The World Club”, and so they did, and then the chapter ended lol. I would have said yes too.
oh my sweet lord?? I didn’t realize we were getting a color page this week, but LOOK AT THIS
this could have been a fucking volume cover. I’m almost mad that it wasn’t, lol but I mean fkldjslklk just look at it??! Horikoshi out here spoiling us and making sure we’re well fed since next week the manga is on break for Golden Week. well this will certainly help to tide me over. hot damn look at those colors
so now it’s raining on some dumb building in the middle of somewhere
is this where the Hawksquad has set up camp for the night? or are we actually cutting back to the League? that’d be unexpected (but not unwelcome)
ffff nevermind dammit it’s just more random citizens under attack
feels like this is the third or fourth scene we’ve had of civilians being Under Attack since this arc started. I mean no offense, but I think we get it by this point. it’s the end times, etc. etc. we’re well aware that things have gone to shit
so apparently these two guys are facing off against a girl with a mutant quirk. and she’s telling them that she’s not a monster and she was just scared, oh shit. I believe her btw, you can see it in her face
but these assholes don’t believe her at all and they’re pointing what looks to be some type of support item gun at her
you know what’s interesting, is that this kind of random quirk discrimination is the exact kind of thing PLF and the like were swearing up and down they’d put a stop to with their glorious revolution. it’s almost like those guys were completely full of shit. huh
so yeah, fortunately for this woman someone is stepping in and intervening before she can be blasted to bits by this trigger-happy asshole for absolutely no fucking reason
looks like a hero actually stepped in and saved her?? but no that can’t be, heroes are the ones that ruin everything and make everything worse, or so I understand. lol where did all of this sarcasm come from out of nowhere dlkdsjlk I’m sorry guys I just suddenly got swept up in the hypocrisy of certain people’s philosophies out of the blue idek
anyway so it is of course Deku saving her, and now he’s trying to talk thess jerks down all diplomatically instead of just kicking their asses, which is certainly a choice
MOTHERFUCKER I’M
fucking impossible to miss the real world parallels here. shit. this woman nearly died for her crime of Walking While Having A Mutant Quirk huh. and meanwhile Deku is just letting this guy scurry away and even letting him keep that fucking bazooka of his, like, ????
fucking hell she’s crying!!
lmao this chapter is actively trying to make me mad now huh. that’s some genuine righteous anger I’m feeling on behalf of this fictional ferret lady whom I only met two minutes ago. girl you are not the one who needs to explain herself here!! you didn’t do anything wrong holy fuck. everything about this situation sucks so much
fkKJKLMMMHFGH
“I’m sorry I made you upset, please enjoy this panel of tiny!floating!Deku hefting this lady’s massive beach umbrella up for her like the fucking gentleman he is” well okay then thank you sir
and JUST LIKE THAT the tension is broken and I’m entirely incapable of taking the rest of this conversation seriously because Deku’s trying to be all calming and authoritative, but now the illusion has been broken because I know he only comes up to like her knees
“well thanks again for saving me young man. I’ll leave you to it, I’m sure you’ve got more important things to do like protecting your Lucky Charms cereal from all those greedy children”
oh hey All Might
you wouldn’t have just let that guy with the bazooka just walk away to commit more attempted murders would you?? man
OH MY GOD DEKU IS IMMEDIATELY DITCHING HIM AGAIN
I ~CANNOT STAY HERE~ oh, well, sorry to keep you detained I know you’re busy
dfslkjlk oh my god
fucking told you Deku didn’t pack any food lol. it’s literally all notebooks in that bag you guys. he couldn’t just leave them all in his dorm room when he left, because what if someone tried to read them and came across one of the pages where he absentmindedly doodled Kacchan’s name surrounded by little tiny hearts oh gosh
AWWWWW
I needed this Horikoshi. thank you for this wholesome soul-cleansing interaction after all of that bullshit earlier
so now Deku’s climbing up this tall building to eat his lunchbox more dramatically. Tokoyami would be proud
and Banjou is saying that society right now is just like in The Good Old Days (read: bad old days) when quirk society was even more of a mess than it is now
which is exactly how AFO likes it, no doubt
so now Deku’s having a whole conversation with Banjou seemingly out loud lol, weird. and he’s basically saying that they don’t have any clues as to where TomurAFO and the League are hiding right now, and none of the Tartarus escapees they’ve found knew anything either
mmmmmfmhm, marge simpson noises
but you think you can?? you, alone, by yourself?? you think you stand a chance?? I just need you to think this all through a bit more kid
Deku it is NOT JUST YOUR RESPONSIBILITY ALONE, PLEASE REALIZE THIS ALREADY. YOU MAY BE THE CHOSEN ONE, BUT EVEN THE CHOSEN ONE NEEDS HIS FRIENDS BY HIS SIDE GODDAMMIT
and of course my pleading is all in vain, because he’s a fictional character who can’t fucking hear me, and also because I’m pretty sure there’s only one character who is going to actually be able to get him to hear reason here. I’ve been saying it, and I’ll keep saying it lol. so until then I guess I’ll just have to be patient
anyway so it appears we’re segueing into another flashback??? HORIKOSHI PLEASE GIVE ME SOME BAKUCRUMBS BEFORE THE TWO WEEK BREAK, I BEG YOU
dlKSDJLFKWJELKGHSLGKLEKJLFKHLGK
YES, THANK YOU, I KNOW WHERE THIS FUCKING IS LOL, IT’S NOT LIKE I’VE BEEN OBSESSED WITH FINDING OUT WHAT HAPPENS IN THE REST OF THIS SCENE OR ANYTHING LMAO. BUT ANYWAYS DON’T MIND ME, YOU WERE SAYING??
oh my god oh my god I’m not readyyyyy, but also FUCK YEAH I AM SO FUCKING READY LOL LET’S DO THIS
YOU GUYS
I’M ABOUT TO STEP IN THAT ROOM AND YEET ONE OF THOSE FUCKING CHAIRS AT YOU ALL
NOOOOO
I’M ABOUT TO GRAB BANJOU’S GOGGLES AND STRETCH THEM OUT AND SNAP THEM BACK SO THEY SMACK THE SHIT OUT OF HIS FOREHEAD!!! IT’S WHAT HE DESERVES!!! I’M ABOUT TO MOVE TO JAPAN AND GET A JOB WITH DOORDASH AND FIND OUT WHAT HORIKOSHI LIKES TO ORDER FOR LUNCH SO I CAN BE THE ONE TO DELIVER IT SO THAT WHEN HE OPENS THE DOOR I CAN FINALLY ASK HIM “HEY WHAT THE FUCK” IN PERSON
AHHH NO EVERYBODY SHHHHH STOP TALKING!!!!
SOMEONE PLEASE TELL THAT PERSON SCREAMING AT THE TOP OF THEIR LUNGS IN THE BACKGROUND TO SHUT THE FUCK UP, OH WAIT, THAT’S ME
(」゜ロ゜)」 щ(゜ロ゜щ)
LOL THIS FUCKING ASSHOLE!!! LOOK AT YOU!!! YOU’RE NOT KIRISHIMA OR SHINSOU OR IIDA IN A WIG OR ANYBODY LOL. YOU’RE JUST A DUDE. BROOOOO ABOUT FUCKING TIME, WHAT’S GOOD
I CAN’T SCROLL DOWN AHHHH BUT I HAVE TO BUT IT’S TOO INTENSE AHHHHHHH
I CAN SEE THE TOP OF HIS SPIKY HEAD, IT’S FINALLY THAT TIME AHHHHHHHH OKAY I’M GONNA DO IT HERE GOES
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
IT’S HIM. IT FUCKING REALLY FUCKIGN IS HIM OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. WHY AM I SO SHOCKED LMAO I’M THE ONE WHO’S BEEN SAYING THIS THE WHOLE DAMN TIME LMAO. OH GOD. O H MY FUCKING GOD
well okay then sir. so are you an ~ancestor~ or a Kacchan from another timeline or so what’s your deal then
YOICHI WHO IS YOICHI
YOICHI ALWAYS KNOWS WHAT’S UP. LMAO WHO IS YOICHI
(ETA: I’m going to punch myself in the face lmao. he’s Yoichi. he, the First. that’s his name. name reveal at long last what what!!)
MORE IMPORTANTLY SHOULD I BE IMAGINING NOBU’S VOICE RIGHT NOW BECAUSE LMAO I AM ANYWAY BUT YEAH
(ETA: I actually think he’s going to end up being voiced by Nobuhiko whether he ends up being Kacchan or not, just because it fits right in with the general “identical in almost every way” aesthetic he’s got going on.)
TUMBLR HOW WE LIKING OUR ANGSTY ALTERNATE UNIVERSE KACCHAN?? EVERYONE HATED YOU SO MUCH BEFORE THEY EVEN MET YOU, BUT THEY FORGOT TO CONSIDER THE POSSIBILITY THAT YOU MIGHT BE HOT LMAO WHAT A TWIST
“some bright-eyed brat” oh come on. IT’S GOTTA BE HIM LOL
oh my god you all are probably TIRED AS FUCK of all my screaming but I’M SORRY IMMA HAVE TO DO IT ONE LAST TIME BECAUSE...
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
that face. that expression!! THE FACT THAT HE’S OUT HERE OPENING DOORS WITH HIS FEET, LIKE HOLY SHIT!! JUST ADMIT THE JIG IS UP ALREADY
and so they really are the ones who busted First out of his jail cell huh
so how did they know you were in the room?? why did they come and break you out?? and how, pray tell, did they know to get you to transfer OFA to them?? hmmmMMMMMMMM
oh MY GOD
you guys. oh my god. it’s too much. every last bit of it lines up exactly with the Bakuverse theory sdkjfj I’m short-circuiting. it’s really fucking happening oh my lord
HELLO SEXY ALTERNATE UNIVERSE KACCHAN WITH HIS SEXY FUCKING SCAR, FUCK YEAH WE REALLY ARE EATING GOOD THIS CHAPTER
HELL YEAH WE’RE GOING. WE’RE GOING FULL SPEED YOU GUYS. LMAO I’M SO FUCKING HYPED RIGHT NOW I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF WEFKJLDKFFFF
SO, EVERYONE, LET’S RECAP. -- ACTUALLY NO, I STARTED TO WRITE UP A LIST, BUT I IMMEDIATELY REALIZED IT REALLY JUST NEEDS TO GO IN ITS OWN THREAD. SO I MADE IT AND POSTED IT, AND NOW I’M FINISHING UP THIS HOT MESS OF A RECAP POST. SO NOW WE’RE BACK TO THIS ONE FINAL PANEL OF DEKU EATING HIS KATSU ALL SERIOUS
YES SIR. YES SIR, WE GOING, FULL SPEED AHEAD, WHATEVER, IDK WTF IS HAPPENING BUT YES!!
lol, anyways so as I said in my other post, mysterious sexy guys with tragic pasts are what bring us together as a fandom, so whatever your thoughts are on the rest of it, let’s just rejoice in that. it’s what we deserve
#bnha 310#midoriya izuku#ofa prime#ofa ii#bakugou katsuki#MAYBE???#bnha#boku no hero academia#bnha spoilers#mha spoilers#bnha manga spoilers#makeste reads bnha
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Hello! I have finally finished the first chapter of my first Jori fanfic. I’m still trying to get a feel for the character interactions but I think I’m starting to get the hang of it! I’m gonna start posting to ao3 once i get that account set up (and figure out a title lol) but I might as well post the first chapter here! Any and all feedback would be greatly appreciated. Enjoy!
Jade knew her girlfriend was hiding something.
Tori was not a hard person to read. Hell, the girl practically wore her heart on her sleeve. It was so easy to guess what she was feeling at all times that Tori had all but given up trying to conceal her emotions.
So, when Jade noticed that Tori was a bit more high-strung and stressed than usual, it wasn’t hard for her to conclude that there was something on her mind.
It also helped that Tori was an awful liar.
“What’s up with you?” Jade asked casually during lunch one afternoon.
“Nothing!” the singer squeaked suspiciously. She cleared her throat and attempted to regain composure. “Nothing is up. Everything is great!”
Jade frowned slightly, not at all convinced, but decided just to drop it for the time being as the rest of their friend group arrived at the table.
The rest of the day was uneventful. Sikowitz made them all tapdance while performing a scene to “demonstrate how important it is to stay in character no matter what the character may be doing” or whatever and then spent the rest of the class monologuing about how a squirrel got trapped in his bathroom.
Jade sighed a breath of relief as the final bell rang and cut Sikowitz off just as he was about to go into detail about the standoff he had with the rodent. The only one seemingly more anxious to get out of the classroom than Jade was her girlfriend, who was out the door before the bell even finished ringing. Their friends glanced at each other in confusion.
“Maybe she really hates squirrels?” Robbie suggested. The others considered it for a moment before shrugging and forgetting about it a second later, exiting the classroom.
Jade strode over to Tori, who was frantically throwing books into her backpack from her locker. Jade leaned back against the locker next to Tori’s while folding her arms across her chest.
“You’re in a hurry,” the goth commented while watching the girl struggle to cram a science textbook into her bag.
“Jade!” Tori jumped slightly, seemingly startled by Jade’s presence.
“That’s me,” she responded dryly. “Did you forget about our date after school today?”
The singer’s eyes widened in realization and her hand flew to her forehead as she let out a groan
“Jade, oh my god, I am so sorry! I completely forgot!” she confessed, clearly feeling guilty she had forgotten they’d planned to have sushi after school ended.
“It’s alright,” Jade replied coolly, quirking the corner of her mouth up slightly to convey to Tori she wasn’t upset with her. “What’s got you in such a rush anyway?”
Tori paused for a moment, staring down at her converse.
“Oh, umm… I promised my mom I would help her with… something,” she mumbled.
“Something…?” Jade probed, hoping to get a little more context on what had her girlfriend so worked up. Tori, however, would not offer her any.
“It’s not important. I swear I’ll make it up to you,” Tori slung her bag over her shoulder before stepping towards Jade and planting a short but sweet kiss to her lips. She then turned and began walking towards the exit.
“You better! I can’t have people think I got stood up!” Jade called out after her, earning a hearty laugh from her girlfriend as she left the building.
The goth rolled her eyes, amused by Tori’s refusal to admit what it was she was helping her mother with. It must be super embarrassing or something.
Jade was halfway through entering her locker combination when she remembered something that gave her pause.
Tori’s parents were out of town for the week. Trina had a showcase and they needed an excuse not to show up. Why would she need to help her mom with something if-?
Jade’s phone lit up with a message from Tori directed towards the group chat, asking if anyone could lend her $100 bucks. The goth furrowed her brows. Tori rarely asked for money, and never more than $10 dollars at a time.
Tori Vega, what the hell are you up to?
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All Jade could think about for the rest of the day was how strange her girlfriend was acting. She wasn’t responding to her text messages and apparently none of their friends had heard from her either. It wasn’t like Tori at all, and Jade’s curiosity was slowly turning into concern.
She knew it was silly to be worried. Tori was a big girl, after all. Still, why would she need $100 bucks on such short notice? And what was with her skittish and secretive attitude?
Maybe she was in trouble with someone. Maybe she needed to pay them money in order to keep them at bay.
The thought was so absurd that Jade almost burst out laughing as soon as it entered her mind. This is Tori she was talking about. Miss “I have never stayed out past curfew” Vega. Not exactly the type to get tangled up in criminal activity.
Still, Jade couldn’t help but feel uneasy about Tori’s radio silence. It wouldn’t hurt to pay her a visit, right?
15 minutes later she was climbing through her girlfriend’s bedroom window, which Tori for some reason always kept unlocked. Tori wasn’t there, but her backpack was on her bed and her phone was on her desk. Jade let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding as she sank down onto the bed. Not 10 seconds later she heard the sound of footsteps and the bedroom door creaked open. In walked Tori who jumped five feet in the air and shrieked upon seeing someone in her room.
“Jade?” Tori yelped. “What are you doing here?”
“You weren’t answering my texts,” the goth deadpanned.
“So you broke into my house?”
“I didn’t break in. Your window was unlocked,”
“That’s still breaking in!”
“Is it really, though?”
“Yes!”
Jade was about to argue further when she noticed Tori was holding a grocery bag, and its contents looked quite heavy based on how far the bottom was sagging.
“Whatcha got there?” She asked, gesturing towards the bag. Tori glanced at it quickly before fixing her gaze back on Jade.
“Just some stuff for a science project,” she stated, trying to sound nonchalant.
“Tori,” Jade huffed. “We are in the same science class. We’re lab partners. We don’t have a science project.”
Tori stammered helplessly, trying and failing to come up with some explanation for what was in the bag. Jade groaned in annoyance, fed up with whatever game her girlfriend was playing.
“I don’t understand why you won’t just tell me what’s going on! You know it doesn’t matter what it is since my opinion of you can’t get any low-” Jade was interrupted by a strange noise coming from somewhere in the room. She immediately turned to locate the source of the sound.
Tori could only watch helplessly as the goth scoured every inch of her room before finally tearing open the doors to her closet. A tiny fuzzy creature emerged from the darkness. And then another. And then another. They kept emerging from the closet until there were seven tiny kittens of various colors and patterns wandering around the room.
Jade slowly looked back up at her girlfriend, confusion written all over her face.
“How-how did those get in there?” Tori stammered, trying her very best to feign ignorance as all the kittens ran towards her meowing hungrily.
Unfortunately her “very best” still wasn’t very good.
“Tori, why were there cats in your closet?” Jade asked, still absolutely bewildered by the scene that was unfolding.
The singer realized there was no way she could talk her way out of this one, and just gave her girlfriend a guilty look before opening her mouth.
“Remember last week when there was that sudden downpour in downtown Los Angeles?” Jade nodded. “Well, I was walking home from Nozu’s when I heard strange noises coming from an alleyway. I went to check to see what it was and-”
“Wait, you heard strange noises coming from an alleyway in downtown Los Angeles at night and you went to go check it out?” Jade asked incredulously. Jesus, Jade doesn’t know how her girlfriend has managed to survive for this long considering her self-preservation instincts were non-existent. Tori just rolled her eyes in response.”
“As I was saying, I went to go check out what the strange noises were and… well,” she turned to look at the kittens scampering around her bedroom.
Jade brought her hand up to her face to pinch the bridge of her nose.
“So let me get this straight, you wandered into a back alley while it was raining and found kittens and decided the best thing to do would be to take them home?” Jade was still bewildered by her girlfriend.
“Well when you put it that way it sounds like a stupid idea,” Tori blushed while avoiding eye contact. Jade sighed but took a step closer to her.
“I mean, I always assumed you would be one of those lesbians who would have like ten cats but I thought that would start after you moved out of your parents’ house,” she smirked.
“Hey!” Tori let out a mock-offended gasp while swatting Jade’s arm playfully. “I mean, I probably will have to move out once they come home and discover I’ve been hiding kittens in my room despite my father being deathly allergic to them.”
Why was Jade attracted to such a moron?
“Can’t you just give them to a shelter or something?” she asked gently. Tori shook her head softly.
“I thought about it but the pounds are apparently really full this time of year so there’s a significant possibility that they'll get…” Tori paused, unable to even finish the thought. “It’s just… they’ve been through so much in the short few weeks they’ve been alive and I can’t just abandon them now!”
Stupid Tori and her stupid heart of gold. The goth groaned and tilted her head back.
“Ugh, fine. I’ll help you with you’re dumb kitten problem,” Jade’s heart fluttered a little as she watched Tori’s face lit up like a christmas tree.
“Really?” She gleamed. “How?”
“Well, I’m sure there are plenty of people out there who would be interested in adopting tiny kittens. Especially if you go into detail about their tragic backstory and stuff. People are suckers for that kind of stuff,” Jade stated. “You could like, advertise them on The Slap and try to get them adopted before your parents come back.”
Tori chewed at her bottom lip, contemplating Jade’s suggestion.
“That’s… not a bad idea. People advertise things on The Slap all the time,” she hesitated for a moment and her face fell. “Ugh, wait. Trina follows me. If she finds out I’m hiding kittens in my closet she’ll rat me out for sure.”
Jade closed her eyes and sighed deeply. God, she can’t believe she was about to say this.
“I guess… I could… post about the kittens on my page, or whatever,” she grimaced. Tori’s grin got so wide Jade was concerned her face was about to split in half.
“You would do that for me?” she exclaimed. “But, your reputatio-”
“My reputation died as soon as I changed my status to ‘in a relationship with Tori Vega’,” Jade snorted. “Kittens would be nowhere near as embarrassing as you.”
Tori was beaming at her girlfriend despite the insult, chuckling lightly as she wrapped her arms around Jade’s neck and peppering her face with soft kisses before finally connecting their lips. The goth let out a content sigh in the back of her throat and attempted to deepen the kiss while pushing Tori backwards to the bed. However, Tori hummed and broke the kiss leaving Jade more than a little confused.
“Sorry, I-” the singer stammered. “I would feel weird making out in front of…”
Jade quirked her eyebrows up in amusement.
“In front of… the cats?” she asked, barely suppressing a laugh. Tori nodded, cheeks red with embarrassment. Jade just chuckled and rested her forehead against her girlfriend’s.
“Jesus Christ, Tori.”
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3.) 11 Minutes--Ashton Irwin ‘Lovers in a Song’ series
a/n: So while each ‘chapter’ is titled after a song it’s more of the mood and a few choice lyrics that really made the story. This story changed a lot as I wrote it but in the end it all flows really nicely together. I’m so excited to share this with you! Each part is 3,000 with the exception of the last part. Please don’t hesitate to send me messages, I’d love to hear your thoughts!
Word count: 3k
warnings: a sexy phone call, the use of ‘Daddy’ multiple times, sexy play with wine, hints of infidelity but NOT in the way you think I promise, uhh I think that’s it?
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3 Years Ago
It’s been a year since Ashton and Cressida have seen each other at The Golden Lion. Ever since they returned from Europe three years ago they agreed to only see each other once a year on the anniversary of their first meeting and spend a long weekend together.
For a little over a year and a half, the forbidden couple have been publicly linked to other people. Ashton has been tied to Lucinda Clarke, her family are well known partners with Irwin Whisky and the partnership between Ashton and Lucinda would be beneficial to both parties. Lucinda is nice enough but she’s more silver than gold.
Cressida has been snapped with Gavin de Poiters, the heir to centuries old winemakers in Europe. They attend many dinners and club scenes together, making sure they’re the center of the paparazzi eye by order of their PR group. Cressida paints on the perfect smile but her mind and heart are always on Ashton.
Part of their deal is to not be in contact with each other until their weekend. Cressida has been going back and forth on cancelling this year because she feels guilty doing this to Gavin. Her mind was practically set on cancelling when a small package was sent to her office on Valentine’s Day.
It was a pretty bracelet with purple and pink jewels and her favorite shade of red lipstick and a note that read:
I hope to only see you in these two things on our weekend. My golden lady. A.I
Cressida hasn’t removed the bracelet since.
Cressida is listening to her schedule for the next coming weeks while doing her morning stretches when one of them makes her pause mid side lunge.
“Can you repeat that one for next weekend?” Cressida asks her assistant, Chloe.
“Yes, um, you and Gavin are scheduled for that three-day conference at The Golden Lion promoting all inclusivity within the workplace. He will only be able to attend the Friday evening session and is on a flight to Japan right after.”
Cressida’s heart pounds in her chest. She’s going to be with Gavin at her and Ashton’s hidden sanctuary, with Ashton present as well. Their time together isn’t for another two months. Will she be able to handle herself in front of Gavin?
For the rest of the week, Cressida has been anxiously anticipating seeing Ashton. She wonders if Lucinda will be there or on one of her many yachts partying. She’s distracted from her day-to-day tasks; her fingers itching to call Ashton and ask him what they should do.
On Friday night, Cressida is putting on the final touch of her outfit which is the red lipstick Ashton gifted her. She bought a gold sequined dress with a plunging neckline and an open back. The only thing holding it up were the thin straps on her shoulders, and due to the minimal material, she was braless as well. She wanted to show off for Ashton.
“You’re wearing that?” Gavin asks once she steps down the stairs. Chloe helps her into her black coat, handing her her gold clutch.
“Yes, what’s wrong with it?”
“It’s a bit revealing, don’t you think?” his eyebrows raise in judgment.
“It’s in style now, Gavin. Let’s go.”
They’re about eleven minutes away from the hotel, Gavin’s tapping away at his phone while Cressida stares out the rain filled window, her mind wandering to a college bar and a handsome man when an unsaved number lights up on Cressida’s phone, it buzzes on her thigh. Thinking it could be someone from the company, she picks up.
“Hello?”
“It’s me.”
Cressida holds back her gasp at the sound of Ashton’s voice. The last time she heard it he was telling her goodbye in the doorway of their room before she went to the main desk. Her stomach clenches at the soft timber.
“I know you’re with him but I’m waiting for you. Can you put on a show for me tonight, darling? Say ‘yes Daddy’ if you understand.”
Cressida swallows harshly, her voice cracking when she responds with, “Yes Daddy.”
“Good girl. Are you wearing that lipstick I bought you? Say it again if you are.”
“Yes, Daddy, I am.”
“And the bracelet?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she says a little breathlessly. Gavin gives her an odd look and she smiles lightly waving her hand to dismiss it. He sighs and goes back to his phone.
“That’s a very good girl,” Ashton hums and she relishes the sound. “I made sure the staff know not to address you tonight, but your room is next to mine. Gavin’s leaving tonight, right? Tell me ‘yes, Daddy that’s right’ if it is.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Cressida clears her throat, “that’s right.”
“Mm, good. I can’t wait to see you, and hear you call me Daddy while I have you pinned beneath me.”
Cressida’s stunned for a beat at his words. Part of her worries Gavin can hear it’s not really her father she’s speaking to, but she’s safe with Ashton’s voice in her ear.
“That sounds…wonderful, Daddy.”
“Are you going to put on a show for me, angel?”
“You know I will, Daddy,” she promises, and he groans at her ease of the term. She smiles in victory and sees the large marquee of the hotel sign out her window. “I’ll see you soon, Daddy. Let’s grab lunch with Gavin soon.”
“Oh, you’re naughty—”
Cressida laughs and hangs up before he can finish his sentence. She hopes that sets him off a little.
“Your father wants to grab lunch?” Gavin asks while they wait for the valet attendees to grab their umbrellas and open the doors for them.
“And a show,” Cressida grins.
Gavin gets out first and opens the door for her making sure the umbrella covers her completely. She holds his arm like she’s supposed to and smiles at the few cameramen who are lining the walkway to the main doors. Ashton is almost within her reach, her stomach flips in excitement at being near him soon.
She and Gavin greet the people they’re supposed to but she’s also scanning the hall for signs of Ashton. She hopes Lucinda isn’t here. As they near the bar at the back she hears his voice, and it tickles her ears. Subconsciously, she squeezes Gavin’s arm in response to the raw smoothness of it as he speaks with someone about his business trip in Cabo. It reminds her of his whisky, it goes down smooth but leaves a raw ache in your mouth for more.
Cressida shivers at the thought of what else he does smoothly while going down.
“You should have worn something warmer,” Gavin reprimands but Cressida is the complete opposite.
“I’m fine. I just need a drink to warm me up,” she speaks loud enough so Ashton can hear her.
“My whisky will warm you right up, James,” Ashton calls sardonically.
Cressida looks over at him to see him smirking, his dimple making an appearance and it deepens as he eyes her up in her dress. He’s drinking her in. She’s happy to see Lucinda isn’t in attendance. For a flicker of a moment, she forgets that it’s not just the two of them in the safety of these walls and she quickly resets her face.
“In the pits of hell, maybe.”
He cocks his head in admiration, but he knows how fiery she is. He bets Gavin doesn’t know that about her.
“Your brandy holds that throne.”
“Its rightful place is a throne,” she rolls her neck in attitude, lips pouted to showcase the deep red color. “A throne made of gold.”
Ashton breathes in heavily at her sassiness, but it’s only apparent to him. Their onlookers are shifting eyes between the two nervously. Gavin is tapping his fingers impatiently on the bar top, he doesn’t want to be here. He’s voiced it to Cressida repeatedly but for appearances sake, they need to be seen together.
“There’s a whole room, Irwin, occupy some other space,” Gavin snaps.
“I intend to de Poiters, but that’s not until later in the privacy of my own room.” Ashton winks swiftly at Cressida and she feels her cheeks warm. His promise of pinning her swirls back in her mind. “I’ll be having your finest red, actually. Did you know it stains on skin? Even in the smallest of crevices hidden away.”
Cressida can only imagine what he means. She presses her thighs together.
“You disgust me, much like your whisky. It tastes of horses piss,” Gavin snorts.
“Drink that frequently, do you?”
Cressida bites her lip to keep her giggle at bay. Ashton’s current demeanor (and his phone call) are turning her on in the worst way. All she wants is to be stowed away in their room for the whole weekend instead of attending these sessions. She’s thankful Gavin is leaving right after this one.
“Fuck off,” Gavin shakes his head and grabs their drinks. “Let’s go Cress.”
Cressida makes sure to turn slowly so Ashton gets a good look of her in her dress. She feels his eyes burning into her back the whole way to their seats.
The first session seems to go on for an eternity, but her mind is occupied of fantasies with Ashton. Fantasies she hopes will come true tonight once Gavin leaves. Finally, the session is over and everyone in attendance are excused to their rooms or another hall where there’s coffee being served.
“I’ll see you on Monday,” Gavin gives Cressida a half-assed kiss on her cheek before walking towards the main doors. He doesn’t look back, then a throat clearing behind her catches her attention.
“I believe we’re on the same floor, James,” his voice is flat, but she can see the fire in his eyes. People bustling by are in hearing distance, it’s still time to act.
“Great,” she rolls her eyes and bumps past him towards the elevators.
They wait patiently for the doors to open but she’s about to burst. She’s shaking her foot until the gold doors slide open and they enter it quickly. Cressida eyes up the camera in the corner while Ashton stares straight ahead at the guests until the doors close. Ashton and Cressida’s eyes meet in the reflection.
“You have no idea the restraint I’m using right now because of that camera,” Ashton tells her reflection.
“I’m sure you could pay to have it erased,” she grins then cocks her head up at him, “or to keep for your own.”
“You’re really asking for it, angel,” he shakes his head turning it back to the closed doors.
“I could beg, too you know,” she responds airily. “Would Daddy like that?”
“Fuck, Cressida,” he tuts, and she giggles.
The elevator comes to a stop and the doors open slowly. Cressida is the first to step out but then Ashton has her pinned against the opposite wall, his face invading her space. He hikes her leg high on his waist, his fingers teasing the back of her thigh.
“You in this dress is making me weak,” he mumbles.
“Really?” she hooks her heel around his leg pulling him closer to her where she feels his bulge. “Seems like it’s making you hard, Ash.”
“That’s not my name tonight, angel,” his lips ghost over hers and he lifts her other leg to wrap around his waist. He presses himself against her harshly, her back pushes into the wall with force. “What do you call me?”
“Sorry, Daddy.”
He smiles then pulls off the wall holding her securely until he unlocks their room. Once inside, he sets her on the floor and opens the fridge.
“Strip for me and wait in the room with the tub,” he points.
“Can I have a kiss first?” she pouts, and he laughs.
“You aren’t in control tonight, angel,” he pokes her nose, “no matter how hard you try. Go.”
“But—”
“I said go. I’ll be there in a minute.”
They have a mini stare off until she finally obeys and moves into the room. The dress is easy to get out of, she just slips it off and lays on the bed watching Ashton whistle while he opens a wine bottle. He’s taking his sweet time and her fingers start to wander and her eyes close imagining it’s Ashton’s fingers.
“Did I say you could touch yourself?”
Cressida’s eyes flash open and he’s holding Gavin’s red wine in his hand, his gaze on her hand between her legs.
“Wanted to be ready for you,” she teases her finger inside and Ashton’s gaze is on every movement. “You said you wanted a show.”
“You’re so naughty,” he shakes his head setting the bottle down. “Good thing I brought this.”
He pulls out two gold restraints, she can tell it’s silked the way it glides over his fingers. She stares at him in awe as he moves on top of her. He snatches her wrist roughly bringing it above her head to the wooden post in the center. She watches him bind her wrist and loop it around the wood. He forces her other hand above her head and does the same, tying it tightly.
“Pull,” he commands staring down at her. She pulls her wrists down and feels the restraint. It excites her. “Good. Now, you’re going to watch me enjoy your boyfriend’s wine.”
He reaches for the bottle and scoots down her body. Ashton pours the deep red wine down her chest. The chill of it trickles over her breasts and down her stomach into her navel. Ashton ducks down and slurps up as much as he can, but she feels it slip onto the bed on either side of her. When his tongue swirls in her bellybutton, she squirms.
“Mm tastes better on you,” he smiles and tips the bottle over her breast. He closes his mouth on her nipple, sucking the red juice off until there’s teeth marks in her skin.
Cressida’s finding it hard to breathe watching Ashton. Feeling his mouth on her. He’s drinking the wine, but she’s drunk on his antics.
“How do you think Gavin would feel knowing I’m enjoying his wine smothered all over you?” he taunts and pours more on her belly.
It gushes off the sides, but Ashton situates himself between her legs and slurps up as much as he can then quickly shifts to her pussy, his mouth opening to her sweetness. Cressida lets out an appreciative moan as Ashton eats her out energetically. She’s desperate to put her hands in his hair but the restraints remind her she can’t. She’s going to have marks, but she doesn’t care. Ashton moans then slips in a finger.
He edges her like this until the bottle is nearly empty. She’s wet and sticky—from the wine and her own body—and Ashton presses the bottle to her mouth.
“Drink the rest, so next time you drink his wine with him, you’ll think of me.”
He tips it back and she drinks the rest of the wine, it dribbles down her chin, staining her already red lips. Ashton tosses the bottle to the carpet and crushes his mouth to hers. Cressida cries out in joy, grinding her hips against his silently begging for release.
“You put on a good show,” he sighs, “ready for the grand finale?”
“Give it to me, Daddy.”
In flashes Ashton’s clothes are removed. He presses into her easily, hips driving into her like a pendulum. Their bodies staining from the wine. Cressida cries out from intense pleasure. The bindings. The wine. Ashton’s cock driving in and out of her. Her denied orgasms roll into one large one that she can’t even cry out his name. Ashton stains her belly again and they try to catch their breath.
“Now that was a show,” she huffs and nudges the top of his head with her nose. He lifts his head, his lips and chin stained red.
“You played well,” he smirks kissing her.
“Can you untie me? I want to touch you,” she whines yanking on the restraints for effect.
Ashton grunts in response connecting his lips to hers once more and lifts his arm up. In one quick movement, the restraints are loose, and her arms fall heavily onto the bed. She moans at the release but can’t lift her arms quite yet.
“It’ll take a few moments for the blood to rush back,” Ashton informs her. He sits up rubbing his thumbs over the red markings on her wrists. “Are you in pain?” he asks, eyes soft and full of concern.
“No,” she smiles. “A little worn out, yeah, but I’m never in pain when I’m with you, Ash.”
When the blood is flowing in her arms again, she’s starting to feel the tightness in them while she lays on top of Ashton in the bath. The water swirls red from the wine. His middle finger runs up and down her spine and her body feels like jelly. It’s a welcomed heaviness of bliss and satisfaction. When her head has come down from the clouds, she wonders something.
“Are we cheating on them, Ash?” she asks quietly. His finger pauses in the middle of her back and he sighs heavily.
“It’s not cheating when it’s not real.”
She lifts her head and gives him a sad look. “We aren’t real?”
Ashton cups her cheeks in his large hands.
“No, you and I are very real, Cressida. I have no feelings for Lucinda, she knows this is all publicity. She’d rather be a bachelorette forever. She’s silver and you’re gold. I love you and only you.”
That’s the first time he’s ever told her that. She assumed love was off the table for them, but she’s loved him since that first night they met in the bar.
“I love you, too,” she smiles, surprised at the tears filling her eyes from the overwhelming emotion.
“You’re the best thing I’ve ever had.”
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Rainy Days (Part 2 of 4)
Link to AO3 --- Part 1
Summary: Emma and Julian are in charge of the London Institute for a week and find a box that once belonged to Cordelia Carstairs and contains poems written to her by James Herondale. The story switches between Emma and Julian and oneshots about things that happened in Jordelia's life to inspire the poems.
Disclaimer: Cassie owns the whispering room scene
Sorry if the formatting for the poems is messed up, I tried.
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“What do you think he meant by ‘cut through the wickedest of powers’?” Emma says while looking at the poem. Julian is laying next to her idly playing with her hair. He always loved the golden color of it and how it seemed to glow in the sunlight. It had taken him hundreds of paintings to get it just right.
“I don’t know,” he responded, “but I do think that he really loved her, almost as much as I love you.” They both blush and he kisses Emma’s nose.
“I love you too,” Emma says. She laid her head against Julian’s chest. They were both kind of tired and not used to such cloudy weather. Emma thought more about her own sword and the poem. It was kind of strange to think about how long ago this was written, and how it was about the same sword. It was like when Julian paints pictures of her and Cortana. Maybe one day one of their descendants will find his painting and have the same adventure.
“James Herondale seems to have been very good with words,” Julian says while looking over the old poem again, as though he can take some romance advice from it.
“You're just as good,'' says Emma while she looks through the contents of the jewelry box. She opens another compartment.
“What is this?” she says reaching for a stone, it lights up at her touch.
“Witchlight,” Jules says, looking at the angelic light.
“This must have also been Cordelia’s,” she states, still looking at the small rock in her hand, “maybe it meant something to her, or someone special gave it to her.”
She knew she had a brother, Alastair, maybe that was who gave it to her. This box seemed to hold things she valued so it couldn’t be just any witchlight. The stone was heavy in her hand, it’s light reflecting through the room. She thought of the light Jace had given Mark and about what comfort Cortana gave her. Sometimes it wasn’t about what the object could do, but who gave it to you when you needed it most that matters.
“When did Tessa say she was coming?” Jules asks, bringing Emma out of her thoughts.
“I think around 7 ish” she says, “we still have a good amount of time before they come.”
“What do you think she will think about this...does she know this is here?”
“Probably, she lived here for over half a century, if anyone knows this institute it is her.”
Emma looked at the clock. They still had like 2 hours before they would be here and there was nothing left to do today. They couldn’t even explore the city with all this rain.
“Do you want to read another one?” she asks Jules.
“Sure,” he says as he picks up one titled The Whispering Room.
The Whispering Room
You step onto the old wooden stage,
And tell us a fairy tale with your movement.
Gliding and spinning in arcs of gold and fire,
Every soul is drawn to the beautiful legend.
You step off into the crowd that you shocked,
Carrying a sense of confidence as you turn to me.
And then we ran off to find a hiding spot,
Away from the stares and chatter of the club.
We step into a room with an open door,
You're looking even more gorgeous than before.
We kiss in a way that wasn't of careful fairy tales,
It was a real kiss jarring me into a clearer world.
The heat from the fire now not the only source.
The world seems to fade to you and only you.
If only this could could be captured and last forever,
Among the smoke and sounds in the whispering room.
The Merry Thieves were moving out of the Devil’s Tavern. They all had houses now and didn’t really have much use for the room. They figured another generation of boys up to no good could benefit more from them then they can now. They had a lot of stuff stored there so all week they had been moving and bringing stuff home. Tonight, James and Cordelia were there to sort through some of the books. It began to rain as they worked so they probably wouldn’t be taking many with them unless the storm stopped.
“You kept a lot of books here,” Cordelia says while looking through another shelf.
“We couldn’t keep most of these at the institute” James explains while picking up a book about how to summon demons.
“I guess not,” Cordelia responds. She then spots an old leather journal that seems familiar. “I think this was one of your notebooks.”
James walks over from his pile of books. He spots the journal and laughs a little.
“That was one of my old poetry journals.” She pulls it off of the shelf and they sit on the couch.
“Any about me?” she asks with a smirk. He blushes and Cordelia raises an eyebrow.
“Probably” he says, turning through the pages. He stops at one that is titled The Whispering Room and they both burst out laughing.
“That was quite the night” James says.
“And the part you remember was when we were hidden kissing in the Whispering Room,” Cordelia says, shaking her head.
“I remember that dance too,” He states with a smirk. She was very beautiful on that stage, no one watching will ever forget about that. Cordelia still gets comments about it whenever they are down at the Hell Ruelle.
“I’m sure a lot of people remember that dance,” she says.
“You know,” James starts, “I might need a reminder, I wouldn’t mind seeing that dance again.”
“I’m sure you wouldn’t,” she responded, kissing him on the cheek.
Then the door opened and Thomas and Alastair walked in. James and Cordelia both blushed a bit.
“I don’t even want to know what you were up to,” Alastair says while walking over to grab a box of Thomas’s books. Most of them were in languages only Thomas and Alastair knew how to speak anyways.
“Hello” Thomas says, “I didn’t think you two would be here tonight.”
“We just had a few more books to grab and then figured we would stay until the rain stopped,” James replies while not so slyly putting an arm around Cordelia.
“It’s so weird leaving this place,” Thomas says while looking at the now nearly empty room. “We caused so many fire hazards here.” They all glanced at the burn mark on the back wall from an explosion gone wrong.
“We can always cause fire hazards at my house,” James started but was cut off by his wife.
“Absolutely not!” Corldelia said as Alastair laughed. James ignored this and continued,
“Besides, some other group of boys will enjoy causing trouble here just as much as we did.”
They continued to pack their things and looked outside as the rain began to stop and the sun creeped out from behind the clouds. A fire message appeared on the wall calling them all to the institute. Taking one last look at the room James fondly remembered the days when they did cause mischief and they had the night in the whispering room. While it was more peaceful now, he would always love the memories of adventure. He smiled at Cordelia and took her hand as they climbed into the carriage, off to have some more nights worthy of poems of their own.
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#chain of gold#chain of iron#cordelia carstairs#james herondale#julian blackthorn#emma carstairs#jordelia#jemma blackstairs#the dark artifices#the last hours
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Hello dear! I saw the Marvel game your doing......and that is so cool! So I've come to participate in it! Tysm for your time and amazing writing and I hope you have an amazing day! :)
Things about me: I'm straight and I use she/her pronouns, I'm 5'4, I have thick brown hair that goes to my mid back, and brown eyes that almost light up in the sun. I also have tons of freckles all over my face and body. I'm a leo sun, aries moon, and Leo rising. When you look at me first I can be very scary but I promise im not. I'm very sarcastic, kind goofy, and I'll stick up for myself and anybody close to me. I cover up my feelings and act tough in the outside and I can't handle talking about my emotions to anyone due to the fear that they might find me weak or vulnerable. I also kinda lack empathy towards people sometimes and I'll come off very aggressive when I'm mad and I tend to scare people off sometimes. I also hate clingy people and I almost find them suffocating so I'm the compete opposite I tend to ghost people for long periods of time and I honestly don't know why I do it and I feel bad for it sometimes.
What I like: swimming! I was on a swim team for 9 years, 80's and 90's rock! Mainly 90's tho, cooking, rain and thunderstorms, horror movies, dystopian movies, the colors red, gold, black, and burgundy
I hate: spiders, closed spaces, people who are fake, people who talk about others behind their back, skirts, school, people who can't take a joke.
Hii ! Aww thank you 🥰 . I hope you have an amazing day too !
Coming to your ship .. thank you for participating !
Your power is
Invisibility !
Oh my god , congratulations . Your power is so amazing . You would use this power to usually disappear from clingy people , spiders closed spaces or even if you want to cry (but he quiet okay?) . But , the Avengers (Nick Fury) will decide to make your power a bit more useful . You'll be a very strong addition to the team . You'll often go invisible and attack the people . But , going invisible drains a lot of energy , so you might save it for emergencies . Usually, everyone will seek you when they're in trouble or the enemy is winning . You'll also be one of the best spies and you and Natasha would often go together . You might also use your power to have fun okay? Since you're goofy . Everyone likes your power , but they very well know how to catch you .
Your life with the Avengers
Your backstory . You'd be a very normal girl born to a normal family . But little did you know that your family was secretly associated to Nick Fury and S.H.I.E.L.D . But the regular tragedy , before you could know , your parents were killed during spying . And then , you , after handling your emotions and putting them far away from you , were determined to get revenge . But you didn't know where to start from , until Nick Fury reached out to you and asked you to join a new team called Avengers . Asking Nick Fury why he wasn't including you in the S.H.I.E.L.D , he told you about your power which you had got due to a wrong experiment . You joined the Avengers after practicing your invisibility power under Nick himself . Helping the Avengers with the Loki problem , you proved to be one of the best Avengers , not just because of your invisibility and no empathy especially towards enemies , but also due to your boldness and assassin techniques . But in the second movie , age of Ultron , you were sent to spy on the Ultron and his team , resulting in you getting caught . I think you'd be thrown somewhere after being almost killed . But , a man called Doctor Strange found you , saving you (moreover experimenting something on you) . You both were rivals since then , until The infinity war gave you a chance to meet the Avengers and show them that you were alive . You couldn't imagine their happiness and couldn't help but smirk at the jealousy that Strange would feel when he would see your rapo and power from your past . Now , you were most excited to meet your friend Natasha than others . While Strange , Wong and Bruce were with Tony , you were out to look for captain after hearing about the civil war . Finally, from meeting Wanda and vision with nat and others to fighting on the fields of Wakanda , wishing that your rival , now love , was alive and well . But suddenly, you felt loosing yourself , whispering to Nat about how much you valued the friendship , you vanished .
Returning with Doctor Strange , who was now fighting beside you, you desperately searched for Natasha , your bestfriend , but in vain . After winning the fight , loosing Tony and captain you resided with Stephen , often smiling at him or the days you left behind ..
Your bestfriend would be
Natasha Romanoff !
"I know it's you , Y/N . You can keep it aside " Nat spoke while concentrating on her workout. For the last minute , you'd been trying to lift one of the weights that Steve uses , just because you challenged Nat . You knew it won't be possible in one go , and so you had decided to go invisible and practice it while Natasha works out . But by mistake , you slipped and kicked the bottle that Natasha had kept beside the weights . You knew teasing from Natasha's end was going to come , but you still groaned at your loss . Revealing yourself , you sat there for a few minutes because your energy was very low , all drained in picking up the weights which wouldn't even move plus being invisible . Natasha smiled at your efforts and spoke "Okay , I guess you win" . Your eyes lit up a bit but you thought she was being pitiful . "No. Give it a try . May the best woman win" you spoke directly . She huffed and walked over to the weights , falling as soon as trying to lift them . You were shocked at this , but couldn't doubt because you knew that the weights was equal to lifting Mjolnir , impossible . Giving up , Natasha looked at you and you smiled at the victory . Head held high , you ran in excitement as winning the bet meant you could choose any movie from your favourite genres - Horror and Dystopian ! You smiled that you wouldn't have to see crime movies or something like that .
Later , with the thunderstorm , rain and tasty dish cooked by you , you and Natasha sat on the couch of the Avengers tower , watching a horror movie of your choice . Cue Natasha's plate falling down on sudden scenes and Tony scolding you both .
Your s/o would be
Stephen Strange !
"Come on Y/N , i know you can't do it" Stephen clearly discouraged you as you got ready to swim across the lake for a simple challenge . You and him were simply out for an adventure (moreover to increase/strengthen/practice your and his abilities) . You both had been living in a nearby monument together for a few days now . "Watch me , Strange" you smirked . Diving in , you began swimming like you did in the pool . But not to deny , you were being reckless . Without thinking about how cold it was outside , you had dived in . But now , it was too cold . Still , you weren't the one to loose . You kept swimming until you felt the end of the lake too far from your reach . You wanted to stop due to the jerking cold and tiredness but you continued , unknowingly impressing Doctor Strange , who had made you fall for this trap purposely. He had thought you wouldn't even make it till the middle , but you were already 75% done. Soon , you could feel yourself getting nearer to the end . You used every bit of your energy to reach the end . Being tired as hell , the last thing you remembered feeling was the land .
Later , you slowly gained strength to get up . Feeling a comfortable and warm cloth around you , you opened your eyes to see Strange's red Cape wrapped around you . It was raining outside , while you were in the broken monument you had been living for a few days . Slowly, you got up and looked around to feel someone's eyes on you . Immediately , your instincts kicked in and you were about to go invisible when your brown eyes met Stephen's gray eyes. He looked away as soon as you realised it was him . Awkwardly clearing your throat , you asked him "What happened?" . Stephen replied "You fainted" . You gave an 'oh-really' look and spoke "As if I don't know . I'm asking about the challenge.." . He looked back at you and spoke "You lost". Ofcourse , he must be lying. Your fight continued but a warm tingling sensation was in your heart , about how he was staring at you and how his Cape was still wrapped around you .
I hope you liked it !
Thank you for participating !
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((( quick trigger warning this au contains robbery, and murder and has some scenes of murder and abuse if anyone is uncomfortable with this please do not read viewer discretion is advised ))
Mafia au part one
September 15th 1929
In the earliest height of the great depression crime was a common occurrence doing illegal activities like. turf wars, drug dealing, bootlegging, robberies and murder... but there was one who didn't want to. do anything illegal or hurt anyone but the person who he thought was a friend is forcing him to be in the mafia.
Joey Drew is a cruel mob boss. He sat at his desk with a cigar in mouth. " Henry....do your me a favor and join the others at the bank to fill up the loot " he said handing Henry a Tommy gun " you won't want to disappoint me would you?" his boss said drawing the cigar out of his mouth and blowing out some smoke,
making Henry cough a little as he gave him a cold look.
“ yes.. joey…``Henry said with a sigh, joey smirked a bit.
“ good…” joey said.
Henry felt a rush of guilt as he walked into a room with the mobsters
They were just as terrible and cruel as his joey ,They also bullied him as a kid.
One of them looked at henry.
“ Come on, runt!” he said pushing Henry outside and walking outside with him and into the mobs 1929 Ford Model A Deluxe Roadster. They drove to a local bank and all of them ran out with one of them dragging Henry along.
The bank was temporarily closed due to the great depression.
“ freeze, put your hands up!” one of the mobsters, Carl, said, raising up his tommy gun causing the bank clerks to raise their hands.
“ Give us the dough!” Billy yelled.
“ woah! Take it easy men! We don’t have that much money!” one of the clerks yelled fear in his eyes.
“ You are lying, this is a bank! You are full of money! “ Stewart yelled, shooting the bank clerk in the head, killing him instantly causing the bank workers to scream.
A bank teller pulled out some cash and stewart forced him to stuff a burlap sack full of cash which was 30 dollars.
“ thats it?” billy said in a irritated tone “ give us more! We know you have more!” billy yelled.
“ were telling you we don’t have anymore!” the bank teller yelled.
“ no more money in the bank!.... Well boys... kill them!” Billy yelled at him and Stewart and Carl began shooting at the bank workers' screams filled the air and blood of the innocent workers splattered as bullets filled the air.
Henry was horrified and guilty of the sight of the mobsters shooting at the bank workers Henry just couldn’t take it anymore so he ran out.
He had tears in his eyes as he ran into an alleyway after he heard police sirens.
When he ran further into the alley Henry stopped.
He panted trying to catch his breath.
“ help! HELP!” henry heard a woman scream.
Henry immediately ran to the source of the scream.
He saw a woman running. She was wearing stylish clothing and two men were chasing.
“ give us your purse and jewelry!” one of the men yelled, grabbing her arm.
“ no! Let go of me!” the woman yelled, her amber eyes had fear in them.
“ HEY! LET HER GO!” henry yelled, stepping out of the alley.
The men froze when they saw Henry, tommy gun in hand.
“ Who the hell are you!?!” one of the thieves said.
“ I should be asking the same thing… now leave the woman alone…”
Henry said coldly suddenly a loud bang was heard and A sharp rush of pain hit Henry in the shoulder as a bullet was shot into it. This made henry snap henry fired at the thieves
One thief was shot in the head and one of them was shot in the jugular.
Henry opened his eyes and realized he killed the thieves.
The woman gasped and shook.
“ no… no.. no…. No…” Henry murmured.
If he was caught he would face the electric chair
“ pl-please don’t hurt me…” the woman said sobbing.
Her hair was a beautiful shade of reddish brown, auburn was the color.
Henry walked to her which made her wince and shut her eyes only for Henry to take his jacket and place it over her shoulders to keep her warm.
She opened her eyes and gasped.
“ It's okay.…. I won't hurt you miss “ Henry said softly, he smiled at her softly.
“ Who are you?...…” the woman said softly.
“ My name is henry.. What is yours?” Henry asked.
“ I'm charlotte..” Charlotte responded. It had begun to rain.
“ henry! Get your ass over here!” Henry Heard billy yell
“ I got to go, see you around?” Henry asked and Charlotte nodded before Henry ran off.
When Henry found Billy Carl and Stewart, Billy dragged Henry by the back of his shirt and dragged him into the Ford Model A Deluxe Roadster.
They went back to the mob's hideout.
Billy pushed Henry into joey’s office’
Henry looked up at joey was staring at him, giving him a piercing glare.
“ Why did you run off?!?” joey yelled, his jaw clenching in rage.
“ joey i can explain!-``Henry yelled before joey punched him in the face.
“ akk!” henry grunted clutching the side of his face where joey punched him.
“ I DON’T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT YOUR PATHETIC EXCUSES!” joey yelled, grabbing the collar of Henry's shirt.
“ If you mess up again.….. I will beat you senseless…”joey growled, pushing Henry onto the floor.
“ now… get…. out…” joey growled.
Henry nodded and walked out. He sighed, rubbing the side of his face.
A few hours later Henry was walking down the street and he walked into a small cafe and he looked around. He was wearing a trench coat and a fedora just in case the cops were looking for him. He sat down at a table and looked at the menu. He just wanted some coffee.
he then heard a familiar voice
“ oh why hello henry!” He turned around to see a waitress smiling and waving at him.
She looked really familiar, it was charlotte.
“ Why hello Charlotte,” Henry said as she walked over to her.
Henry smiled at the red haired woman. His heart began beating and his cheeks turned red.
“ It's really nice to see you again,” Charlotte said with a smile.
Henry smiled as well.
“ Nice to see you again too,” Henry replied.
“ Is there anything I can get you?” Charlotte asked, pulling out a notepad.
“ ill just have some black coffee” henry said smiling.
“ coming right up Henry,” Charlotte said heading to the other side of the room after writing down his order.
To be continued.
#Bendy and the ink machine#robbery tw#abuse tw#death tw#gun tw#Charlotte walters#joey drew#Henry stein#fan fiction#mafia au#mafia tw#bank robbery tw#cops tw#attempted robbery tw
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lazarus rising: the best four minutes of supernatural
in honor of it being september 18th, i thought i’d gush about my favorite episode of supernatural: lazarus rising (specifically the last four minutes of the episode). if there’s any episode of supernatural i wish i could watch for the first time again, it would be this one. i recall the exact date on which i watched it for the first time (the tuesday before thanksgiving last year) and exactly how i felt afterwards (like i was a two-liter bottle of soda and someone had dropped a pack of mentos into me).
what is it about lazarus rising that elicited this response in me, you might be wondering. excellent question. what it comes down to for me, i think, is that it’s the perfect episode both cinematographically (okay, not *perfect*; the hell cgi at the end of the recap gives me second-hand embarrassment) and plot-wise. looking at the former, there’s a lot of apropos mediocre supernatural cinematography (i’m looking at you, shot of all the trees knocked down), but there are also so many shots that make me feel insane. in chronological order: the opening shot of dean in hell (like, yessss, give me clockwork orange meets suspiria); dean flicking his lighter open in the coffin; the shot of his make-shift gravestone and his hands reaching out of the ground; everything about the gas station scene (hello, americana!), specifically when he’s drinking water, and obviously when he finds the handprint on his shoulder (it’s so deliciously grainy, even though it wasn’t even shot on film at this point); the séance scene (specifically when the tv turns on); and, of course, the entirety of cas’ entrance scene.
focusing specifically on the last four minutes of the episode, i think what’s important to note is that the whole episode leads up to this moment; we spend the whole episode in suspense of finding out who raised dean from hell. and then… it’s just a guy in a trenchcoat (comedic gold). the shot when the barn doors open and the “bad mofo” they’ve been after just shuffles in timidly? artistic genius. visually, i find this scene incredibly compelling. i love the color-grading (the blue and purple undertones), the lights bursting and the sparks raining down, all the spray paint on the inside of the barn, and the cuts from cas (in profile and head-on) to dean and bobby shooting at him. and the dialogue! pretty much every line cas delivers in this scene is iconic. “i’m the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition,” “this is your problem, dean. you have no faith,” and “what’s the matter? you don’t think you deserve to be saved” (don’t EVEN get me started on that one). special shoutout to the shot of dean stabbing cas and dean’s look of shock that the knife doesn’t kill cas and how cas just stands there and lets dean do it. i find it wildly compelling they had this much chemistry within literal minutes of cas being on the show. was it at the hands of the characters? the writers? or the actors, and the fact that misha exudes sexual energy? who’s to say. all i know is, i never get tired of watching this episode. imho, the last four minutes of lazarus rising are the best four minutes of supernatural. mic drop.
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Kaien vs Ichigo: A Memories in the Rain Analysis, Part 1
Hello
It’s me again, back with my bs lmao
I finally finished the mini arc of Memories in the Rain pt. 2 and, as I’ve been sort of discussing certain stuff that’s happened in Bleach as I re-read the chapters, I decided I needed to talk about MITR as a whole. If you’ve been following my posts, I didn’t really analyze the first part. I saved it to compare it with the second part. I also thought that instead of just saying my thoughts as I have been doing thus far, I’d go the extra mile and truly analyze both parts, specifically comparing Kaien and Ichigo.
So, sometime ago, I wrote this post about how it bothers me how people compare Kaien and Ichigo as being the same, and using that to establish IchiRuki. When, honestly, you don’t need to. Ichigo and Rukia’s relationship stands on its own. In fact, it is so strong that, years after the ending, people keep being fascinated by IR. The LA was centered on their relationship as well. And it’s still the Ichigo and Rukia show, thank you very much.
And though I made some good points in that post, I decided to further explore Kaien and Ichigo, as well as the events of both MITR and how that relates to Ichigo and Rukia.
It’s probably been done many times before, but I’ve never analyzed them in much depth, so here we go.
The first part will soley be about Ichigo and Kaien as individuals. On the second part, I’ll finally explore MITR
1. The Shiba Gene
So, as we all know, Ichigo and Kaien look like each other physically, and in Everything But the Rain we finally found out the reason why: they are cousins. This put a stop to all the “Ichigo is Kaien reborn” theories people liked to come up with back in the day.
Now, in the story, this resemblance was pointed out by Byakuya and even Ukitake, to an extent. Which means Kaien was designed to look like Ichigo on purpose to further draw parallels between them. What I mean to say is that this is a seed that was planted in the readers’ minds, and as such, comparing both guys was done on purpose.
Interestingly enough, neither Kukaku nor Ganju are ever seen to believe Ichigo looks like their older brother.
In EBTR we see Isshin as a young man, and we can see how Isshin, Ichigo and Kaien resemble each other, meaning the Shiba gene is a strong one, and, if Ichigo had actually stayed in SS, that same resemblance could have been used as a way for him to claim that part of his heritage, but I digress.
We are all aware they look like each other because they are family, so we don’t need to go deep into detail in that aspect. Now the true question is, just how similar are they to each other?
Physically speaking, there are a few noticable differences, like hair and eye color. Kaien’s hair is longer and there’s the fact Kaien has very long eyelashes, as Kukaku and Ganju have. He’s also taller.
Although key differences, they are not enough to negate their similarities. Hell, Ichigo does look more similar to Kaien than Ganju, his actual brother.
But there’s something very important that sets them apart: Kaien always carries himself as if he didn’t have a care in the world. When we’ve seen Kaien, he’s always able to smile freely. Sure, he also scowls, gets upset, and the like, but he goes back to smiling. This is something Ichigo hasn’t been able to do since his mother died. Hell, there’s a whole chapter about that (Can’t Smile Don’t Blame). There are very few times in which Ichigo actually smiles, and all of them are short-lived. In fact, whenever he’s tried to give big smiles, they seem off, as seen when he smiled to Orihime back at the beginning of MITR and later on, in the Lost Agent Arc, when he smiled at Yuzu.
Even when Rukia has a flashback of Kaien while looking at Ichigo, their smiles look very different:
Ichigo more often than not smiles through his eyes, while Kaien tends to smile with his eyes closed:
Although brash and arrogant as well, Kaien is also more mature. He can go from joking around to having deep conversations with Rukia. Ichigo, as a teenager, has yet to mature and will become more and more like a grown up as time passes by. At this point in the manga, he really isn’t there yet. Now, this will be important later on.
In short, even though they look very similar, they carry themselves with different auras. Kaien is more of a free-spirit, while Ichigo is a person who seems to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders.
2. Prodigies
Ichigo, as the MC of a shounen manga, is obviously special. From the very first moment, we know he’s not like everyone else. He’s able to see spirits, which is not the norm. And then Rukia informs us his reiatsu is too powerful for a normal human.
And as time goes by, as he keeps fighting hollows, he grows exponentially.
When Urahara trains him, he realizes that, which is why he tells Yoruichi that if there is someone who can achieve bankai in 3 days, is him.
As the story goes on, we learn that Ichigo is even more special, as he is also part Quincy and Hollow. But he also has very impressive skills when it comes to swordmanship, shunpo, and the like.
What is more relevant is Ichigo’s ability to grow at a fast rate, always learning from his mistakes.
And although he was never taught how to be a Shinigami in the traditional way, we can see how he surpassed his peers.
Now, although Kaien is not as special as Ichigo, we learn from Ganju that, for Shinigami standards, Kaien’s very impressive:
Hisagi, for example, failed the final exam numerous times. Rukia says she barely passed the entrace exam. Finishing the curriculum in two years is a great achievement. And the fact that he made VC in 5 years means a lot. It took Renji, let’s say, around 35 years to be promoted to VC. And Renji was in the special class at the Academy.
People like Ichigo and Kaien are not the norm. They are very skilled and special individuals. Might be because of their genes (it’s never explicitly said, but they might come from a long line of Shinigami), or just because they were gifted with those powers, but the point is these characteristics set them apart as more powerful than the rest.
3. Brash, Rule-breaking, Arrogant
The words above can be used to describe both Ichigo and Kaien, and that’s certainly Byakuya’s opinion of them.
Kaien and his siblings are not like the nobles we know. They’re certainly very different to Byakuya and the Kuchiki Clan, but they also live very differently than Soi Fon, Omaeda, the Shihouin Clan, and so on. They seem to live more like the common folk than like dignified people. Hence, Byakuya seems very against this sort of attitude, at least early on in Bleach.
Because of being loud, less refined, brash, and with a penchant of rule-breaking, Kaien seems totally different to other nobles. However, I dare say these characteristics extrapolate what Ukitake meant in this scene:
Not anyone would be able to go against the whole Soul Society, specially if you are a Shinigami.
Byakuya was certainly not going to do any rule-breaking. As we later find out, he had even promised not to break anymore rules and was going to stick to that promise.
Renji, until confronted by Ichigo, had decided not to go against the SS.
Even Ukitake wasn’t about to start a revolution to save Rukia. It took him seeing Ichigo to decide on what to do.
Basically, only Kaien would have been upfront about his own intentions.
And what we know of Kaien is that he was the sort of guy who would break the rules when necessary. That means, that he would do the right thing. Specially when it comes to saving his peers. He even tells Rukia as much:
He might not have been the most elegant of individuals, but Kaien’s brashness and even arrogance came from the fact he had a good heart.
Now, who does exactly what Kaien would have done?
That’s right.
Ichigo.
Here the comparison of Ukitake trying to imagine what Kaien would have done is directly compared and contrasted to Ichigo, as before that scene Ichigo confronted Byakuya.
Now, Ichigo wasn’t raised as a noble. He had no idea he was one until almost the end of Bleach. But he was raised with the idea of protecting other people and of doing what is right.
We have seen him protect other people, even before he became a Shinigami (his friendship with Chad, Keigo and Mizuiru respectively reflects this, as he saved the three of them).
Ichigo is not the kind of guy who can just do nothing while an injustice is taking place.
Ichigo has been, from the first moment we saw him, brash, rule-breaking and even arrogant, but note that from his introduction, we saw him protecting a little ghost girl. It goes to show that Ichigo would go to extremes to protect others and do what’s right. So, it’s no surprise he jumps at the chance to go to SS to save Rukia, and that he grows stronger and stronger each time to save her, as he cannot let her die.
However, there’s a key difference.
If Kaien had been alive, he would have saved Rukia as 1) he would’ve probably figured out an execution was too hard a punishment for Rukia’s crime, 2) he told her he would always stand by her as long as they were from the same division, and 3) he wouldn’t let her just die.
But Ichigo’s reasons to save Rukia are much more complicated than that. As I’ve said in other posts, Ichigo is filled with guilt, as Rukia’s in this position because of him, firstly because she saved him by giving him her own powers to protect his family, and secondly, because Rukia got taken away to protect him as he feels he failed to protect her.
But, even then, it’s not only guilt that fuels him or the fact that he owes Rukia.
There’s the fact that Rukia is an important person to Ichigo regardless. Particularly, she is kind and good. Certainly not the type of person who deserves to die, much less because of a stupid rule.
Then, there is something else at a deeper level Ichigo doesn’t say out loud
My point with this is that Kaien and Ichigo are certainly the same type of rule-breaking people and that’s the sort of person needed to pull a stunt like saving Rukia from execution, in such a way that this person would even inspire others to help. Both guys are special in that way. However, in practice their actions come from different places. Certainly there’s a closeness Ichigo shares with Rukia due to circumstances that adds more complexity to his intent to save her and that, may I add, also fuels him to such a degree he refuses to lose.
Which brings us to...
4. Rukia
The last main common denominator between them is no one else but Rukia, a person they both have inspired in different ways. However, the type of relationship they have with her is different.
Let’s start with Kaien:
So, their meeting takes place shortly after Rukia was adopted into the Kuchiki Clan and graduated early from the Academy. Ever since, it seems she was judged for both not really being from a noble family and from having been adopted by one. We can say that no one is looking at who Rukia truly is, but they are making assumptions about her at this point. This is isolating to Rukia, who now has to deal with a new identity and a new way of living. She’s now apart from the one person she had known most of her life to that point (Renji) and is feeling out of place.
Then, Kaien swoops in and he treats her like he would treat any other subordinate. He doesn’t treat her like a street rat, a pampered noble or even a pet. And she says it herself that having that normality is exactly what she needed. Rukia didn’t feel comfortable at home with Byakuya, but she could at least feel more at ease in her division, working under Kaien.
Their relationship was that of mentor and mentee. Later on we find out Kaien trained her in swordsmanship and probably other skills.
But he also taught her important lessons about life:
And these are lessons Rukia will carry in her heart the whole series. Protecting others, making others feel welcomed, forming hearts with others. Rukia made hers everything that Kaien taught her.
He’s very special in her life because Kaien was the first person to make her feel as if she belonged in her division, and even as a Shinigami.
In short, he’s acting like a parental influential, or even being the brother Byakuya failed to be at this point in time. Teaching Rukia and accepting her, so that she could feel she had a place she belonged to.
And we know that Kaien was the one to make her feel good
But here we have a power imbalance. Because Kaien is doing the teaching, he’s changing her life, but we don’t know if it’s mutual. We don’t know if Kaien was affected by Rukia’s actions and words. It’s a very unilateral situation.
Furthermore, if we go with the route of Rukia had a crush on Kaien, there’s more power imbalance and impossibilities, as we know that:
She already couldn’t be the person closest to Kaien, as Miyako existed.
Rukia recognized Miyako as having great qualities, probably what Kaien even liked about her, and aspired to be like her:
So, Kaien and Rukia were never in a position of equality for several reasons, starting from the fact Kaien was her vice captain.
This is even exemplified when the find the hollow that killed Miyako:
Rukia acts like a subordinate, trying to be helpful, and is denied:
Finally, there’s a key aspect that I will be analyzing with more detail in another post, but Kaien is for Rukia what Masaki is for Ichigo:
The root of her trauma is that she failed to protect Kaien, who was the person who taught her so much and helped her when nobody else did. Rukia feels as if she didn’t do anything to save him from his fate:
And when Kaien became a hollow, instead of running or trying to help him, Rukia let instinct take in and we know what happens next:
And the fact she couldn’t save him is worse becase Kaien doesn’t blame her:
So Rukia ends up in a state of guilt, because she couldn’t save the one person she probably wanted to save the most.
This trauma will continue on for some time until HM, where Rukia comes to terms with what happened. However, that doesn’t change the fact that her relationship remains a one-way street.
Now, as for with Ichigo, they have a different relationship altogether.
It is true that Rukia was Ichigo’s first teacher when it comes to Shinigami stuff, but it is not as if he never taught Rukia anything.
Their relationship is so special because they’re two sides of the same coin. The fact that one is a Shinigami and the other is a human being makes it so that they end in a relationship of equals. As Ichigo needs to learn how to be a Shinigami, Rukia has to learn how to be a human.
Even when they just tell each other their names, the panel demonstrates this equality
Even the way they’re both holding the sword symbolizes this equality:
They’re both holding it and directing it towards Ichigo due to a common goal.
The fact they also call each other by their first names is important. Rukia always used “-dono” to refer to Kaien, a term of respect, while he called her by her last name. Meanwhile, Ichigo and Rukia call each other by their first names, symbolizing they’re close, something that is even pointed out within the story.
They also grow together.
Not only does Rukia teach Ichigo about his powers and her philosophy of saving others, Ichigo keeps surprising her at every turn:
Ichigo teaches Rukia how to be human, and not in the way of how to appear human or do human things, but how to feel, how to make connections with others
We always say Rukia changed Ichigo’s world, but he had that same effect in her:
It was always a mutual thing.
A relationship so different to any other in this manga.
But the best example of how different Kaien and Ichigo’s relationships with Rukia are is the fact that Rukia doesn’t think Ichigo is like Kaien from the get go.
She’s reminded of Kaien twice:
1. When Ichigo’s fighting Grandfisher, and I’ll analyze that part in the next post.
2. When Ichigo finally appears in front of her in SS and reassures her he’s not going to die. He smiles at her and Rukia remembers Kaien’s smile. She closes her eyes due to all the emotions she’s feeling.
My best explanation as to why Rukia thinks of Kaien in that moment is, as I said before, because Kaien was also reassuring in the fact he was not gonna die, yet he did and by her hand. Rukia doesn’t want to cause Ichigo’s death and she already feels guilty about turning him into a Shinigami, Byakuya hurting him, and everything else he’s gone through to try to save her. Rukia doesn’t want Ichigo to be like Kaien and die for her sake, as she believes she’s not worthy of being saved:
This is yet another thing Ichigo and Rukia have in common, they both feel guilty for having in some way cause harm to the other.
Because, above all else, they both want to protect the other.
The thing is, the two actually achieve it: Rukia saves Ichigo’s life in the first chapter and when Byakuya is about to kill him. While Ichigo ends up saving her from execution, making it so their relationship stays equal.
That is the beauty of IchiRuki.
It’s never unilateral, but their feelings parallel each other’s constantly.
They want to save each other and they do.
They learn from one another, and they have faith in one another.
One doesn’t take while the other receive, they both give and receive something in return.
Because, in their eyes, they are equals.
Anyway,
This is the end of this very long post.
The rest of MITR will be analyzed in a later post.
Thanks for reading!
#ichiruki#darisu-chan reads bleach#tagging it ichiruki because you're the only ones who'd like to read this#lol
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Fanfiction Year in Review
thanks to @glowstar826 for the tag! I am honored to hear that my looking up to you was your proudest moment of the year, and I’m glad to say this is still very much the case. here’s my response:
Fics completed in the order of which they were completed:
There are just a few of these since most of what I write is novel-length, but here are the little things I did!
He Wished a Lot of Things - AO3 | Wattpad
The Memory Cabinet of an Alchemist - AO3 | Wattpad
Fics updated this year in the order of which they were published:
Philophobe - AO3 | Wattpad
Arrested Development: An Unnecessary Continuation - AO3 | Wattpad
Delocaponum - AO3 | Wattpad
Number of words written:
roughly 200,000. terrifying.
Most popular fic:
On Wattpad: Not Gay! (please don’t read this. I mean I’m not going to stop you but when I plead like this I am solemnly warning you)
On AO3: He Wished a Lot of Things
Personal favorite:
Delocaponum, with He Wished a Lot of Things as an honorable mention.
Favorite scene:
in Delocaponum, I love writing the banter between the characters. one of my favorite parts so far was in chapter IV: A Warm Unwelcome when Severus is trying to get Remus out of his office after making fun of his monthly “predicament” by giving him a tampon, and Remus keeps ignoring his warnings as he verbally lists a multitude of crimes that he sarcastically is asking Snape not to commit while he’s away. It eventually ends in Severus calling him a slut and finally getting the door to shut.
A close second to this is from chapter VII: Charming Consultations when Snape goes to see Flitwick, who is overenthusiastic about his presence. Severus reminds him not to treat it like the coming of Jesus Christ, but Filius ignores him and congratulates him on being hired (although not specifying that this was the reason for congratulations), and Snape asks, “For what? The coming of Christ?”.
Something that challenged me:
My addition to Arrested Development challenged me a lot because I had to adopt the humor and writing style they achieved in the show, which is incredibly difficult to embody, especially in book form. I grew so much and am still growing thanks to my decision to write this.
Delocaponum also is a challenge as a whole. The chapters are longer than I’ve ever written before, the plot is slower, the writing style is richer, and it’s supposed to be canon-compliant, which has led to a lot of study on the plot points of Snape and Lupin’s lives in the eighties, along with researching the dates of full moons and planning accordingly. This work also plays a lot with grief, growth and healing, which can be difficult to harness all at once, but it’s going well and I’m constantly adapting to be able to write it as well as I can.
A part of writing I’m proud of:
(Delocaponum, chapter VII: Charming Consultations)
“He spent all of last night lying insomnolent, urging himself to just go to sleep, beseeching his own instincts to let him alone and leave him to fall into his own dreams. But he couldn't do it. Thoughts kept running around him, hissing against his ears in the fashion of the unforgiving snake like which he himself is described. Hypotheses. Dubiety. Complete uncertainty. And all this, inopportunely, orbiting tight round the memory of Remus Lupin standing out in the rain, and the sensation of his hand laying itself gently on his unsheltered shoulder.
He's decided that he shouldn't be letting this affect him in such a way. Absolutely so.
He's decided that he shouldn't remember Remus going out of his way to make him tea the way Albus said he liked it, or the pleas to offer him assisting services in compensation for some very free Wolfsbane. He won't pay any notice to how he likes Bruce Springsteen and house plants and accents his entire home with greens and reds. He won't think any longer about his soft handwriting on half of the bottles in his classroom, or how all of his suits and vests are tailored in colors that match each possible shade a leaf revolves through, green and dark mustard and deep mahogany and many, many browns.”
A comment that touched me:
All of them touched me. Really.
Something that inspired my writing:
The Picture of Dorian Gray, J. Edgar, my secret Pinterest boards, Gregory Alan Isakov, the different hues and shades of brown, George Orwell — specifically 1984, nature and seasons, Sweeney Todd, The Hobbit, Knives Out, Braiding Sweetgrass, Hello from the Magic Tavern, Ozark, Steven Wilson, a collection of old vinyl records my grandfather gave me a few months ago, David Bowie, The Phantom of the Opera, the dynamic between myself and this girl that I’m either in love with romantically or platonically (I legitimately cannot tell as I’m ace and the lines are blurred as hell), The Mysterious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time, unisex first names, The Imitation Game, Latin roots, mythology, and lots and lots of Shakespeare.
My proudest moment:
calculating all my works together and finding out that I’ve written close to 350,000 words in the last two years. i also feel incredibly rewarded when i finish a long writing project. the longer i’ve worked on it, the better i feel when it ends.
My writing goals this year:
Finish as much as I can with the busy time I have. I hope to finish Philophobe at least, and ADAUC next. Delocaponum I’m hoping to get out as quickly as I can, although this may take the rest of the year or longer.
Tags:
I’m pretty new to the writing community of tumblr so I don’t know any people off the top of my head that write and haven’t been tagged already. if you see this and would like to participate, please have a go! indirectly, i’m tagging whoever is reading that wants to join in.
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Sky High, Part 2
Part 1
Steve x fem!reader
A/N: So here is part 2 of Sky High. A little more dialougue and we´re gonna get to know more characters and such as we go. I loved writing up the end of this chapter, and I´m looking forward to more. @buckysknifecollection
Of course, GIF-credit to owner!
Warnings: Swearing (I swear a lot, okay), sexual innuendos (later chapters), alcohol, mentions of death/killing, mentions of religion(s)
Words: 2020
Y/N – your name
Y/H/N – your hair colour
Y/E/C – your eye colour
The Captain and James had stayed away from Y/N, which was good for them of course. She had been in no mood to talk to anyone, especially not any demons. She had only stayed shortly at the bar before she got to the place where she was sleeping. As confusing as it may be, there are many worlds out there and space in between them, where only certain creatures can exist. These worlds and the space between them have many names. Realm is a common name for them, and for this purpose, it fits quite well. Heaven was a realm. Hell too. Earth was also its own realm. Quite confusing for sure.
Natashas´ bar was in a realm called Wi. Technically Natasha was the ruler of that realm and she decided who could get in and who couldn’t. She had made it a safe-haven for angels and demons and the two species were also the only two that could get in. Y/N never slept in Wi. She trusted Natasha, but she didn’t trust the others who passed through, which is why she was now staying in the realm of Rowor. The home of her beloved Sofwas. They were the only species in their realm, and the elder wouldn’t let just anybody in. Their system of entry was based on runes. Runes you either got from the Sofwas or obtained “illegally”.
Y/N now had her personalized rune from the Sofwas, but the first time she was supposed to visit their realm she had to go to the brothers to get her rune. She loved the brothers. The blonde, beefy one was loud and was always making jokes, while his brother, the tall raven-haired magician was quiet and brooding. No matter what mood Y/N was in she could find someone to talk to between the two brothers. They also happened to have rune magic. That means they know runes and which allows you to travel there. It´s mostly an in-and-out rune, to get you to a realm and back. They weren´t cheap, luckily Y/N wasn’t paying for it herself. The Lady was, even if The Lady didn’t quite know what she was paying for.
You see, rune magic isn´t exactly legal… runes were supposed to be sacred and only known by the keeper of the realms. Of course, that had never worked, and smuggling was a big part of some species' survival. In that case, they needed runes, and the illegal market was the only option. The brothers were the only ones dealing with runes. They were gods and Y/Ns boss Maria, couldn’t exactly do anything about them. Their names you ask, well I think you know. Thor and Loki of course.
Y/Ns personalized rune had left her not having to interact with the brothers lately and she sort of missed them. They were the closest to friends she could have. Sure the other angels, but they were family. It was different. She would have to visit them soon enough if she only knew where they were at the moment. Oh well, that was a well-rested Y/Ns problem for tomorrow. Now she needed sleep among the Sofwas. Sofwas were tactile creatures, and Y/N didn’t mind as she appreciated their company and was the being they prayed to. She would do anything for them, they kept her alive, after all.
The Sofwas happily met up with her as she came across the bridge to the little town where they lived. They climbed up her legs, being only 2 inches tall, and hung on to her arms and shoulders as they showed her pictures of their day. Showed their pictures as in how Reneesme does it in Breaking Dawn part 2, only cooler. It was a little hard to keep the stories separated but Y/N managed quite well. She had known them all for a long time and could recognize them on the pattern they showed pictures in. They were non-verbal but understood her when she spoke to them.
Sofwalings, young Sofwas, asked Y/N about her latest adventures and whether she was staying for a long time. Y/N couldn´t talk about her missions and she wasn’t sure how long she could stay. She wanted to stay forever. It was the closest she had to a home. Y/N was lead by the sofwalings to the most central house in the village where the old Lady of the town came out to greet them. Y/N fell to her knees immediately and stretched out her two hands for the lady to climb upon. The other sofwas jumped off her as a sign of respect. Y/N brought her hands to her face and let the lady place her small hands on Y/Ns forehead. She was shown pictures of food, a bed, and a sunset and she smiled softly.
“Madam. I thank you, with all of my being for your kindness. It shall be an honor to stay here.” Y/N said softly. She had the voice of an angel but only used it in Rowor. The Sofwas cheered and Y/N gently sat the madam down on the ground and helped her back to her little house. Y/N herself was led to the outskirts where they had set up a canopy made from beige linen over a well-padded mattress with pillows. It was all to size for Y/N, of course. It was the sight where they would worship Y/N and the peace she brings.
Laid out on a table were food and drinks for her. She truly felt appreciated and cared for. She thanked the Sofwa´s who had guided her and sat down by the table to eat. She ate in her loneliness, but it had never bothered her. She wasn´t exactly a creature with needs and hence didn’t need social contact to feel okay or survive. She didn’t necessarily need food either, but her Wessel worked better if she got food and sleep.
A burning sensation in her left hand startled her but she quickly realized it was Maria wishing to come in contact with her. Angels often called it the scorching mark, but Y/N called it an annoyance. She looked at her hand and let out a loud groan as she saw it was the rune for the realm which held Earth, Midgard. She decided to ignore it for now and finished up her meal. She cleaned up after herself with a quick wave of her hand before she headed over to the mattress.
Y/N laid down and looked up at the canopy. She flicked her hand again and the scene above her changed into the Crab Nebula. Y/N didn’t know a lot about what humans called astrology but she liked colors and she liked the peaceful nature of the big, quiet space, that they all were a part of, even if they were in different realms. She fell asleep under the stars and forgot all about Marias' mission and humans.
Angels don´t dream. Well, they don’t until they find their one, their soulmate. Y/N didn’t believe in soulmates. She had lived for many lifetimes and yet hadn´t found hers. What was the point in that, she often asked herself, if she did indeed have a soulmate. Why was she supposed to wait for millennia for hers? It sucked. But again, she didn’t believe it… she didn’t have to bother with it, so why did another dreamless night bother her.
She sat up wide awake to silence that was suitable for a realm in which the inhabitants communicated by pictures instead of words. Y/N rubbed at her eyes and groaned softly to herself as she tried to rub the tiredness away. She wanted more sleep. She stretched her arms upward and checked her palm. The sign was still there and Y/N knew she had to handle it. It was her job, her sentence, her punishment.
Midgard… Y/Ns personal hell. We´ve been through this. Y/N hates humans and earth. She got herself ready for transportation. The place that came to her mind was Española Way in Miami, which meant that was where her mission was. She groaned to herself but transferred there without fuzz. Maria could at least have ruined a street like Hollywood Boulevard for Y/N, instead of THE food-street of Miami Beach.
The landing wasn’t a pleasant experience, at least not for those around. Angels landed in bolts of lightning and were always accompanied by thunderstorms and hard rain. It didn’t hurt the angel but could scare anyone around them. To some extent, the angel could adjust the effects of their landing. Y/N, for example, concentrated to not land with thunder when she landed in Rowor. On earth, it was a very different thing. Y/N landed with it all, that way she could scare whoever her mission was and make them an easier target. That’s what she did now.
And there she was. The mission. A woman in her 30s was watching Y/N, whos hair was flowing in the aftermath of the lightning. Y/ns eyes were also shining blue, she stood out from the crowd. Exactly her point. The woman began to run. Y/N followed her at a slower pace. She would catch up, and she was in no rush.
~ four hours later ~
“Hello!” Y/N said as Lorraine entered the apartment she had been renting for the past few months. “I´ve heard you´ve been a little busy… trading angels and weapons… Care to explain yourself before I zap you outta here?” Y/N asked and smiled sweetly as she cleaned her nails with her angel-blade. “Not that I care, I´ll zap you either way.” She continued and shrugged as she looked at the terrified Lorraine.
“Oh… You didn’t expect your maker to come after you, did you? Well, let me tell you a little secret. She doesn’t like it when you trade with her angels, and weapons that can kill her. She doesn’t like it when you go against her word.” Y/N whispered as she made her way over to Lorraine.
Lorraine stepped back, still too afraid to speak. Y/N sighed softly, “No? You don’t want to talk? That’s too bad, I was hoping you´d be up for a chat.” She said and quickly pierced Lorraine´s body with the blade. “Why do you all have to be so very boring.” She groaned and looked down at the body which was now laying in front of her on the floor.
Y/N looked up as she heard someone step through the door. It was a tall, blonde, man, well demon. It was The Captain. “What are you doing here?” She asked and grabbed her blade from Lorraines' body as she got ready for an attack. “You killed the human?!? What´s wrong with you angels always killing and never asking questions?” The Captain all but screamed at her. “Jesus, you woke up on the wrong side.” She said and frowned a bit. “Maria wanted her, I´m just following orders, now if you´ll excuse me I have to get this soul to her for interrogation.” Y/N said and bent down by the body ready to transfer to wherever Maria was.
Unfortunately, she wasn’t quick enough. She felt The Captain grab hold of her arm and looked up as they both transferred away. Now, transfers aren´t supposed to work with two `living` creatures. They had to transfer on their own. Y/N had never transferred with another before and it wasn’t pleasant.
Y/N recoiled and she landed on her back with a thud. It was light but cold. She was on some sort of gravel and she groaned as she sat up and looked over to see The Captain on his back. She was hoping the transfer had harmed him as much as it had hurt her, or more. She grabbed her angel blade and made herself ready. She looked around a bit and audibly groaned with annoyance as she didn’t see the body of Lorraine anywhere.
The Captain had not only hurt her, but he had also made Y/N fail a mission for the first time. She was going to enjoy killing the demon she now had in front of her.
#Steve Rogers#steve x reader#steve rogers x reader#seapandoraswritings#angel/demon au#captain america#fanfiction#fanfic#Avengers#avengers fanfiction#steve rogers fanfiction
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Rough Excerpt of Sampaguita, Chapter 3 - Bordertober
I had someone who clearly needed a full, tagged scene with OC Catter, so here you be!
Here is the story so far. LSS: Tyreen and Troy have a brief stint as mercs not that long after arriving on Pandora. NOTE THE TAGS. Black comedy. On slow mode for Reasons. Tyreen PoV.
This excerpt contains Tyreen being gross, a lot of food, drinking, snot, Troy torment and, a really crass joke about the Troyreen in this ‘verse.
Also Catter. I stinking love Catter.
...I’m not sorry.
Troy sat under a smokey overhang by the kitchen trailer. Three other people had planted their asses there first, all bumming cigarettes off of each other and sneezing a lot— Biscuits (his biscuitiness accented by lop-mouthed smoking stance), Vincent (tall, dark, handsome and gesturing ashes all over with his silver cigarette holder) and somebody who went by Lotty (more of a human pony bead and spray tan accident).
There was beef jerky. Sort of. Not enough of it to justify more than a page of the Exceptional Exotics’ employment contracts.
Lotty was saying, holding a tin stickered with a happy cowboy up to Troy, “Now, the correct way to eat beef snuff…”
“Also known as machaca, if you’re feeling fancy,” Vincent interrupted.
And Troy nodded.
This pattern repeated: “Is to, well, snuff it. You put a little on your finger.”
“The middle, if you’re feeling fancy.”
Though Troy’s nod came on the tentative side that time. Wrinkles showed in the corners of his eyes as he pondered whether he was fancy or not.
Biscuits leaned in, pressing an encouraging hand to Troy’s back, Troy being too lost in thought to protest more than leaning maybe an inch to the side. “It’s not like doing cocaine at all. And you really have to really suck it in…” A wet snort accompanied this assertion. “… from deeeeep in your chest.”
“The trick’s in where you put the back of your tongue.” Lotty said, their voice tilting towards some sort of conclusion.
This being stolen from them by Vincent, “But oh, the joy of meat sinuses.”
“You would say that.”
“You know you love me.”
“I love you like the parched earth loves spilled beer.”
“So, not at all today. Boo.”
It was at this point Tyreen tossed up the hood of her jacket and stamped across the puddles pissing down through the leaky rain shield. “Troy!”
Troy having meanwhile swept his middle finger through the shredded jerky and right up to his nostrils. Deftly, he pressed his thumb to the left side. The shredded meat disappeared.
Tyreen was too late. Troy doubled over, sneeze-coughing goopy, brown snot. “I can taste that in my ears,” he wheezed.
“Really?” remarked Lotty. “That’s a new one. Are you sure, ‘cause I mean, if you really wanna taste with your ears…” This sentiment unfinished, they lifted both of their hands, beckoning to Vincent and Biscuits. The two men had already grumblingly taken out actual paper cash, what with the ECHONet still being toast.
And Troy, still hacking.
Tyreen shooed off Biscuits and beat Troy about the back until he showed some semblance of sense— namely, horking with purpose until he was king of breathing again.
“If you’re going to squeal to the boss,” Vincent said, sucking on his cigarette, “Get us some more jerky while you’re in there? I don’t want what he sneezed on.”
“On no planet was that a sneeze. You don’t get it, man!” Troy protested.
“That’s a lie. Lotty got him twice,” said Biscuits.
Well, that had to be embarrassing for somebody.
Unlike her brother, Tyreen did not stop to ponder and definitely not anything about snorting beef jerky. “He brought this on himself. That’s plenty for me. C’mon. They opened the beer taps.” One more thwack and she turned her hand around, grabbing Troy by the back of his jacket and hauling.
He pinwheeled half a step in front of her. “I don’t even like beer and neither do you,” he muttered, then discharged more snot into his hand.
Besides, there was a line for said beer. Someone had written on the tarp overhanging the taps: Welcome! No names though, just like nobody announced that food was served in some way that didn’t involve anybody’s noses. At a certain point, Colonel Admusik stepped out of her trailer and made her way to a ktichen trailer window where a plate of something greasy, steaming and flickering oversized bones appeared. She took her pick of seats at one of the rickety picnic tables, tucked a cloth napkin into her collar and sat down. Two of the face-tattooed howitzer operators dived to offer her their beers before fighting their way back into line.
Tyreen wouldn’t have said she’d wanted announced, but the company seemed like a place that announced people. Besides, an excuse to shoot something else would have wrung more laughter out of this crowd, maybe gotten her offered a beer. Not that she could have drunk said beer. Anyway, she got the angle now. There were two ranks here: the colonel and all the other mercs.
So, apparently she and Troy were other mercs now. Tyreen had not been aware that mercs served short ribs for food. She was also unclear on exactly what a ‘short rib’ might entail. Which ribs counted as short? Why not eat the long ribs first since they must contain more delicious meat? Was it absolutely necessary to stop an entire company of mercs in the middle of a downpour to set up a kitchen trailer and make a welcome dinner which was now doomed to get damp while the people who ate it veered into a risk of missing… something. Whatever the hell job this “gentleperson’s operation” was on or headed for or somewhat towards.
Tyreen didn’t know about that either. She also hadn’t bothered to ask. Closer to the urge worked for her. She swung up to the window ahead of Troy. “I heard something about rum rations.”
“Rum and short ribs?” The cookie gave her a squint, but shrugged and ponied up a quarter split with an orange slice and some soda machine ice. “How many?”
“Ah, yeah, pass on that. I don’t do bones.” Casting her hand up briefly, she removed herself from the window before facing anymore of an argument. This dinner was going to suck hard enough without a plate of dead thing under her nose, teasing her with it’s infernal pre-deadedness. Tyreen’s belly had already started to do the gurgling, twisty thing where the part of her that ate gathered there and tried to peek out of her navel. At least she had rum and the urge to distract her until nightfall and the Skågåsbord that would bring. They were still out there. She could sense them flickering about the hills.
Then of course her brother had to go and acquire an overflowing plate of bones, his mashed potatoes relegated to a mug which he carried balanced on his elbow. Tyreen got to the table first, cracking open her rum and slugging it right out of the bottle. Sweet stuff, super dark. Probably wouldn’t make her retch. Her orange slice went on her brother’s potatoes once he’d gotten everything onto the table without incident. He shrugged and ate it anyway, greasy garlic butter and skin and all, smiling at her with the rind pressed over his teeth.
Tyreen glowered at him. She then flicked his nose and slid back to her drink, twisting it over and over as he chewed and more people got food and the shields leaked and the beer line got loud.
Idly, she wondered what anybody would do if she gnawed on a bone. Not that she was going to. Bones made a fine justification for not eating this thing or that other thing, so no way she would. She had that urge of her own though, sometimes after sunset and skimming on her tongue.
And Colonel Admusik only carried picnic tables that seated three to a side. The far one of their table? Still empty when Hypothetical Third Person planted her ass beside Troy. She made a chirp when she did, as though she had a squeaker in her ass.
Tyreen peered around Troy.
And the person waved, fork on her lips. She was smallish, fairish, made-up-ish, wearing a Dahl army coat three sizes too big for her. Peroxide blond hair dragged in her eyes, themselves the color of moss. The Terran kind that never accidentally made teeth like the stuff on Nekrotafeyo.
Troy managed to pull himself away from his plate long enough to tilt his head her way and jostle his occupied shoulder at her. Like— hello, I am eating, other person who had at least ten other places to sit.
This one craned over her own plate and she stared out at him through his magazine cover kind of smile. Finally, she gestured with one gloved hand, flicking her finger close enough to Troy’s left eye that she got a jolt out of him. “So, who does your work?” she asked, words somersaulting over each other.
Troy’s fork froze in mid-air. “This? Oh, uum a few people.” Rather than look her quite in the face, or stop eating, he wiggled his hand and dripped gravy. “They didn’t come out so great the first time.”
“It wasn’t Miss Moju on Rigil 7, was it? ‘cause she’s getting hella sued and if you want in on that, I got the contact stuff for the lawyer on my ECHO.”
“Oh. No, not her. I didn’t even think about her.” Troy ended that on half a snort.
One Tyreen could have joined him for.
Except this person acted like she thought he’d laughed. She tittered back.
And she totally cut Tyreen off, but that was another story. With titters.
“Really? You must be pretty hardcore.” She held her hand out, slower than she’d talked, her hips wiggling in her seat. Tyreen could hear her boots swishing under the table besides. “I didn’t think about her either. I’m Catter. Colonel said you were Troy?”
Troy nodded. He dipped his fork into his potatoes, leaving it there. He had to twist his whole self sideways to offer her his wrong hand, but his joints were hyperflexible garbage and he only had the one hand to offer anybody, so he managed OK, tilted his head up too, not that he exactly made eye-contact. “Yes. It’s nice to meet you. This is…”
Catter’s head, then her shoulders, tipped to the side. She looked like she was trying to shed some part of herself, and in fact she kind of did. The sleeve of her too-big coat nonetheless rode up about an inch on her left wrist.
Glinting geometric swirls poked out.
”Oopsie,” she said, holding her other hand almost to her mouth.
Tyreen made a face. To cover that, she also stuck her rum in said face. Smacking off of her bottle, she added, “You did that on purpose. Just say you’re a fangirl next time, shit. You think we care?” Anyway, she’d heard whispers in the alleys of the ECHONet, about how “pirate AU fanfiction isn’t valid, you weirdos” and also “my sister’s Siren fangirl for cosplays and it’s kind of fucked up”.
Well, Tyreen knew what fangirl and cosplay (an associated term) meant in the same way she knew what short ribs meant. The terms raised more questions than answers. But there was Catter. Quod erat demonstrandum. Also, no way this person was a Siren. She smelled like some kind of plant and not a primeval space magic at all.
“I thought we were having fun,” said Catter, finally breaking the shake with Troy and pressing a finger to her infernally perfect dimple. “Is she always so grumpy?”
Troy’s back tensed as he answered, despite the evenness of his tone. “Are you always so effervescent?”
One of those words earned him a confused blink, and another titter. “ I… What? Hee! I should have known you were different. A guy with Siren ink. That’s just so… I’m sorry. I’ve never actually seen one! Or a Siren. But I’m gonna fix that.” Catter turned a look of determination, first to the sky, and then to Troy.
“Ah, me neither. And now you have.”
“So! So! I drew mine myself and I got a whole set, see?” Her coat went onto the table. Two other mercs steered away, off to less occupied shores. Underneath, she wore a sleeveless collar top and no bra. Tyreen wasn’t wearing a bra either, so whatever on that, but the loopy tattoo business liberally slathered onto Catter’s person proved to be the single most gruesome shade of magenta that Tyreen had ever seen. Like exploded printer magenta.
“And I see you like pink,” Troy offered, congenially.
Catter wiggled and drew closer once more. She still did not touch, but her eyes traced over Troy’s own markings with a precision. “Did you draw yours too? I know some places that’s a thing, but some other places you let your artist do…”
“I drew them,” said Tyreen.
A sound of distress followed. “You didn’t give him a whole set?”
“Like you said. He’s a guy. Maybe he doesn’t get a whole set. Maybe he has to earn them.”
“Wow, you two have like LORE worked out? Are you on SirenSona.net?”
“We like to keep it to ourselves. It’s, umm our stuff,” Troy said, attempting to turn away, hand in his hair this time.
“Oh, am I intruding? I’m sorry it’s just I love your eye mark and she…” Catter’s hand once more intruded, but this time she at least had the sense to apply to to her fork after she thought better. It was with her off-hand that she gestured between her table mates. “Actually, what are you two?”
Tyreen snorted.
And Troy said: “Oh, we’re cousins.” His grin flashed even in the corner of his silhouette. He tried just that hard.
So no wonder Tyreen had to fish him the rest of the way out of the proverbial ditch. “And we’re married.”
“What?” Catter’s eyes were now the size of SAT-V hubcaps. “Really? That’s wild.”
“Cousins are made for cousins, that’s what they said back at the old commune,” Troy laughed. Wow, he almost sounded convincing.
To Catter, anyway. “So you like grew up together?”
“Yeah.”
“And now you do it?”
“Yes, Catter,” snergled Tyreen. “That’s part of being married. Do you wanna come mop up our bed tonight when we get done doing it?” She layered on the sincerity, as if plying for her personal dinner. This had gotten old about five absurdities ago.
“Nooo.” As for how much no, Catter pressed one (still-gloved) finger to her lips. “But anytime you wanna fanperson, we can do that. Like you’re part of the team now and I want you to feel welcome and I’ve got that limited edition gravure with the Lilith buttshot. The one where. You know. You can see.”
Tyreen and her brother both nodded, though Tyreen could only imagine what was on display. If she’d had a human appetite, this might have been detrimental to it.
[Catter actually exists as an explanation for why the twins were managed to run around without covering their markings for APPARENT YEARS. She is not a criticism of any Siren OC. I love and feed Siren OCs ficlets.]
#bordertober#border-tober#fanfic#fanfiction#excerpt#Troy Calypso#Tyreen Calypso#Tyreen Calypso PoV#crassly implied Troyreen#backstory#snot#spot#don't snort jerky kids#black comedy#oc: Catter#drinking#idk the short ribs are probably food porn to someone
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