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tmnt-obsessed-ace · 10 months

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What if the events of Lost But Never Found (your au with the amnesiac 2012 Leo turned battle nexus champion) happened in the same universe as Ghost In The Shell (SAINW Donnie adopting the rise kids) how would Ghost react to that?

Oho :)

Imagine being Ghost for a second. You and your family just managed to send the Shredder back to its Prison Dimension (or at least you hope that Big Mama would keep her word on that, but knowing her its honestly a gamble) and as you're going home, Leo suddenly runs ahead yelling that they need to hurry, they need to go help Indigo. Who the hell is Indigo?

Well when you and your family get back Leo hurries to the medbay, and you naturally follow him.

Only to see another mutant turtle wearing strange armor and wraps, badly injured, covered in so many scars, barely conscious and most importantly, holding a knife to Donnie's throat.

Well he is until he passes out from bloodloss and exhaustion.

How are you even supposed to process that?

Once he's out of the of the armor (so many more scars were hidden underneath) and bandaged up, a blood test is drawn.

And it turns out that not only is this turtle actually a mutant, but a biological match to Hamato Yoshi.

Aka Splinter.

Even worse, this kid says he's been fighting in the Battle Nexus quote "For as long as I can remember" (which for Indigo/Leo is only 4 months. He's been in this dimension for 4 months and he cant remember anything before the 4 months so... :3)

Ghost is devastated. This...this is one of his kids. One of his children was forced to fight in the Battle Nexus for so long that he doesnt remember anything from before the Nexus. (not really but thats the only conclusion you could draw based on the many MANY scars it makes sense to come to that conclusion)

How did this happen? Did Draxum make another turtle using Splinter's DNA? Or was Indigo created at the same time as the others? If so why did he get left behind? How did he end up in the Nexus and in Big Mama's clutches?

Did...did Draxum sell Indigo to Big Mama? Or just give him up? Did Big Mama have Indigo trained purely to fight in the Nexus? She's clearly not above putting loved ones in the arena, she did it to Splinter already.

Still raising a child just to make him fight to the death? Thats so unbelievably evil and cruel. Ghost thought Big Mama wouldnt stoop that low.

But the scars covering Indigo's body (some of which are several YEARS old), the pure exhaustion in his strange eyes, the pure survival instincts so deeply ingrained into this kid is all the proof you need.

Can he even be called a kid? He looks older than the kids, even older than Raph. Indigo looks like he's 18-20 at the minimum...but if he's truly been fighting in the Battle Nexus for years it would make sense for him to look much older than he actually is.

Ghost understands, god he understands, in the Battle Nexus every fight is life or death, kill or be killed. Recovering from that ordeal is beyond difficult. And Indigo has presumably been in the Battle Nexus for much loger than Ghost has.

So I can imagine that Ghost would be the most patient while trying to help Indigo adjust now that not every moment is a fight to survive. (Especially when dealing with Indigo's very murdery tendencies. If Indigo feels like you are a threat to either himself or his brothers there is a very HIGH chance you will end up dead. He became one of the top FIVE battle nexus fighters for a reason.His current body count is 301 for a reason)

But Ghost is also the most protective over the new family member. (You thought Ghost was motherhening the Rise kids wait till he starts with Indigo. If Big Mama or Draxum even look at Indigo they better pick a god and pray. Indigo is still healing and Ghost will be damned if he lets his new child suffer anymore than he already had too.)

Indigo is basically Ghost's worst fear for the Rise kids come true. A kid who lost his entire childhood fighting battles that werent his and didnt have a choice in the matter. He didnt get to be a kid.

And now Indigo has dozens of scars, physical and mental, all because of Big Mama being a selfish asshole and force her own child to become a battle nexus champion

But...things will start to make Ghost question how true his current theory is. Like for example, Indigo is physically different from the Rise kids. (Short and stocky, round three toed feet) the strange nightmares that start becoming more and more frequent as time goes on (and oddly specific too, like sinking in the ocean, helmet exploding in outer space, getting attacked by a metal monster in the winter, getting thrown through a window, decapitating a metal and bone monster) the fact that he primarily uses twin katanas as weapons, little mannerisms that keeping showing up that remind Ghost too much of Leonardo.

And the gaps in the story dont help. How old was Indigo when he first started fighting in the Battle Nexus? Who trained him before that (because it is OBVIOUS that Indigo has gotten formal training that the Battle Nexus would provide) why doesnt Indigo recognize Draxum? Why doesnt Draxum know who Indigo even is? Why does Indigo act so much like Leonardo sometimes that its uncanny?

Too many things dont add up about that story

However unlike Donnie, Ghost can understand keeping secrets (he has so, so many secrets) so he doesnt try to pry too much. But he cant help but wonder what exactly happened to Indigo

Little does Ghost know, that Indigo already has a family thats looking for their big brother...

(@bluepeachstudios I borrowed ghost for a second, also love GITS its one of my favorite fics now)

#tmnt 2012 #rottmnt #ghost in the shell #tmnt ghost in the shell #short answer Indigo would be adopted on sight

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daboyau · 26 days

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I can't decide on either Animal Attack, Open Wounds, or Failed Rescue. Aaaaaaa-

maybe an ally try to save the character from an animal attack but was unsuccessful and left them with their wounds idk you're the writer

idk these are the three I offer do what you will with them.

-pcw (the letters mean something I swear)

Ooo okay this was fun to do. I ended up going with animal attack. (Loosely lol) I hope you like!! 🙏

@boots-with-the-fur-club

He stumbles upon the District Ten tribute twelve hours into the Game. She’s been dragged halfway into the water by one of the strange, colorful beasts that populate the neon hellscape that makes up this year’s arena. She’s clutching the branches of a spindly little blue tree that overhangs the shore, arms trembling, hands bloodied from their razor-wire branches. The creature seems content to wait until she finally loses the strength to fight back, neon pink eyes blinking slowly from just above the rippling waterline, its clawed, reptilian hands digging into her hips as it keeps her still and pulls her slowly down.

Yoshi almost leaves. He already knows that he is unwilling to help carry her through to the finale of this bloodbath. Surely, it would be so much kinder to let her go now, when the death itself will be quick and impersonal instead of messy and inexperienced. At least this way, she won’t have to spend any more time than she already has in pain or in fear.

It’s the best option, and he’s determined to walk away.

But then she looks at him. Her eyes are dull and sad and hopeless. She looks at him, and she doesn’t for even one second dare to dream that he will help. It’s the most heartbreaking thing he’s ever seen, and he knows he cannot allow this to be the moment she is lost to the world.

He’s leaping into action before he has a chance to think anything through. The beast screeches and snaps teeth the size of knives at him, lips pulled back, eyes flashing with fury and hunger. Those teeth and claws are really all it has going for it. Its body is thin, almost emaciated. Yoshi wraps his hands around its spindly little neck and he squeezes, snarling right back, ignoring the way its claws tear through his skin, leaving deep gashes that leak blood into the tumultuous waters that it is fighting to drag him deeper into.

He wins that little battle. This creature wasn’t built for a real fight, and Yoshi has been training to survive for the last 17 years of his life. When he drops its still form and turns to make his way back to the shore, he sees the girl he just saved waiting for him on the unnaturally yellow sand. She’s shaking, terrified, but she silently offers him a torn strip of her jacket to wrap around his wounds.

They form what could be loosely called an alliance. He doesn’t kill her. She doesn’t kill him. They alternate who’s on watch so no one can sneak up on them at night while the other one sleeps. They share what little food they’re able to scavenge, and in the quiet moments they keep one another company.

She tells him her name is Mosely. She’s fourteen and the youngest of seven children. She’s been ready to die since the moment her name was drawn. There’s no chance she’s leaving this arena with a pulse. They both know it, though neither will say it.

Yoshi tells her what little there is to tell. Of the broken remnants of a family (all dead or estranged or disappeared in some other way). Of the little seaside shack he’s worked hard to turn into a home. He shows her how to make an eel trap. He teaches her how to throw a punch.

When the District One boy attacks them, he cuts his throat and the blood stains her shirt. The girl from Eleven meets a similar fate. After he gauges the eyes from the skull of the District Seven boy, and strangles the District Nine girl, he finds that there’s really no use in taking shifts at night. He can’t sleep anymore. The nightmares won’t let him rest for even five minutes.

Mosely doesn’t say much to him, but she does watch him with those dark, sad eyes of hers. She looks like she knows something he doesn’t. Sometimes, she’ll open her mouth like she wants to tell him, but she never actually lets her words spill out. He never does learn what she wanted to tell him.

On the fourth night, he loses her.

Two other tributes distract him while their companion grabs Mosely. He doesn’t even hear her scream. He just turns around and sees her crumpled on the ground, blood a dark pool against the neon green of the grass, her dark curls soaked in it. He can see the white of skull through her hair, and the greyish-pink of brain matter beyond that. Her eyes stare straight through him, bloodshot and bulging. Her mouth hangs open, like that secret she’d held so close to her chest is still waiting to spill forth.

Yoshi doesn’t remember how the rest of the fight went. All he knows is that at the end, there are three strangers’ bodies scattered around them, and he is cradling Mosely’s small form in his lap, telling her he’s sorry while her sad eyes go flat and dull.

They’d both known it would end like this.

#rise hunger games au #asks #Anon asks #Pcw anon #I’m having so much fun writing for these prompts #Thank you (and anyone else who send one!!) for giving me the chance to stretch my writing muscles #And the chance to expand on rhg lore too!!!#Rottmnt #my writing #Character death #head trauma

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dododan · 11 months

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"The words we are afraid to say"

A short story related to Rottmnt recently popped into my head. As you can see it is a short scene between Splinter and Big Mama.

"There are a lot of questions swirling around in Splinter's head, and most of them involve Big Mama. The questions arose after he found out that she was the one who helped his boys find him. He didn't understand why she did it. He hoped that after all these years the woman would answer at least that one question for him."

The voices from the television resonated. They echoed through the abandoned metro station, which had been taken over a few days ago by four turtles and a certain rat. The faint light of the television illuminated the room. Splinter looked at his sleeping sons. His boys were buried between the pillows and blankets they had taken from their old home. Tired, but safe. This scene filled him with relief. There were times when he thought they would not make it through the fight. But they made it through. Together.

Splinter found it hard to get used to the new place as much as his sons. Few things from their old home had survived. Only it wasn't that important. They may have lost their hiding place, but it was just a place. He couldn't deny that they had spent a lot of nice times there, and he felt regret despite everything. His boys, at such a young age, had to face a terrifying monster that almost took their lives - the Shredder. Only because when he was young, Yoshi was too arrogant and filled with regret to at least listen to what his grandfather had to say. Maybe if only he had been smarter....

He just couldn't change the past. He did what he did. He sighed while still looking at his sons, who were cuddling into each other. He smiled slightly at the sight. His children were safe and nothing else should matter to him. They had made it.

Splinter disappeared into the depths of the corridor, walking silently. His boys slept undisturbed by the sound of the TV, so there was no way they could have heard their father slipping out into the night. Still, Yoshi preferred that none of his sons knew where he was going, especially Leonardo. There were some things that couldn't wait any longer and Splinter needed to find answers to his questions. Even if the hope of getting them was slim, he had to at least try.

There was simply something inside him that told him to go and see for himself. He glanced once more at the old photograph he held in his hand. He took them from Big Mama's flats a few months ago. He suspected that she had probably already guessed that he had stolen it, because who else could silently sneak into her flat?

He slipped the photo back into his pocket, exiting the underground tunnel.

...

Her usually brightly lit office, tonight was bathed in semi-darkness. It was her first day on the job when the medico allowed her to get out of bed. She couldn't afford another day of delay. She had a lot of work to do, and the world was waiting for no one.

Anyone who ever tells her that the world won't collapse if she allows herself a few days of convalescence is an idiot and doesn't have a clue how business works. It took less than a week for so many issues to accumulate that Big Mama wasn't sure she could handle everything.

Compensating the hotel's customers who had been affected by her champion being "out of control".

Meeting with the Hidden City Council to explain her "little freak out" in the form of Battle Nexus New York. She will likely be forced to make a sizable donation to the city budget.

Hotel refurbishment.

Compensation for the affected employees....

She didn't even want to think about what else was on her to-do list.

She put her pen aside, straightening up in her chair. She began to massage her temples with a healthy hand. The severe headache had been lingering for days, but the potions she had seemed to alleviate it at least a little. Still, the faint light of the lamp irritated her, but she could not work in the dark. Her broken arm and damaged ribs were also a nuisance. Every more violent movement caused her unpleasant discomfort. It flashed through her mind that maybe she should rest a few more days, as the medic advised, but she quickly dismissed it.

She could not show that she was weak. She was Big Mama. A few fractures or bruises shouldn't prevent her from running the empire. She had rested enough anyway.

She closed her eyes, trying to clear her mind before going back to reviewing the documents. She can't read the same page for 15 minutes. A barely audible creak sounded across the room. Big Mama pulled her eyebrows together, but continued not to open her eyes. Probably someone from the staff was strolling down the corridor. She took a deep breath, returning to her work. She tried to focus on the document, talking about the damage on floors twenty-two and twenty-three.

A hole in the ceiling in the corridor, three rooms flooded. The wall between room 234 and 233 had collapsed. Maybe she'll make it into one bigger flat? Cheaper than renovating two rooms.

Once again, a rustling sound echoed through her office. A small moment, as if something had brushed the floor. Was her mind playing tricks on her? No one but her was in the study. She corrected her glasses without taking her eyes off the document. Perhaps fatigue was setting in?

She ignored the rustling, trying to gather the rest of her strength to focus on the paperwork. She needed to review a few more documents today before heading off to bed. The rustling noise reappeared. She didn't know why, but the hard-to-describe sound seemed familiar to her. It was as if she had heard it many times.

She played with her pen, wondering how such a rustling sound could be familiar to her. Suddenly, she experienced a daze. She chastised herself in her mind for her absentmindedness. She had let him lurk around her office for too long. She put down her pen, straightening up in her chair. The rustling sounded again, but now she knew who it belonged to.

“Are you going to continue hiding in the shadows, Yoshi?" asked Big Mama in a confident voice, gazing into the dark corner of her office. "Or should I say Splinter?"Although she couldn't see him in the darkness, her gut told her she was looking directly at him. "Or did you fancy this life as a rat?”

Her loud voice spread through the office. It radiated confidence, perhaps even superiority. Big Mama knew she had hit a sensitive spot as soon as a quiet creak sounded. She knew how much Yoshi had valued his appearance in the past. He had always tried to present himself well, even when fighting in her arena. She knew what she was doing to lure him out of the shadows. She couldn't let him continue to wander around her office.

“Polite as ever," , said Splinter, and a note of cynicism could be heard in his voice.

Even though she knew what he looked like these days, it was hard for her to get used to it. Grey fur. The moustache. He looked so foreign, and yet she could see the old Lou in him. Those dark brown eyes that watched her closely. The slightly upturned nose and the pulled down eyebrows.

Yoshi knew there was no point in hiding anymore. He turned towards the faint light of her desk lamp. The first thing that caught his eye was the cast on her left hand. He furrowed his brow. He had expected her to be injured after what his sons had told him, but hearing and seeing were two different things. Even in the semi-darkness, he could see a slight grimace on her face, although she tries to maintain her typical smile. The dark shadows under her eyes and the empty potion bottle had not escaped his attention. He knew exactly what could have been in there, as he himself had used this potion many times after his battles in the Arena.

“How do you feel?” asked Splinter directly.

He was not going to hide the concern that resounded in his voice. If the last few days or months had taught him anything, it was that he needed to be honest. Not to others, but first and foremost to himself. There was no point in hiding the reason he had come here. Maybe it was silly, looking at the fact that he was talking to Big Mama, but he hoped that if he was honest with her she would return the favour.

“I've been better," Big Mama replied, turning her head away from her guest. She didn't want him to notice the surprise on her face. She hadn't expected him to ask so directly. But she couldn't allow herself a moment's hesitation. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Yoshi's sigh of relief. She saw the frown on his forehead disappear and his shoulders slump gently. She wondered how much truth there was in his behaviour, and how much he was playing to get something out of her. Usually she could read people or yokai. Only Yoshi was a mystery to her. She used to think he was always honest with her.... But everyone in this world has an ulterior motive. Everyone wants something. There is nothing for free. If you figured out quickly what exactly they were you had an advantage. Big Mama couldn't afford to be behind. "But it's not something I can't handle.”

Nevertheless, she allowed herself to take a close look at the man. Seeing no visible injuries in him, she felt a strange relief in her heart. Yoshi could feel Big Mama watched him, even if she tried to hide it. Maybe someone who wasn't as close to her as he was wouldn't have noticed how closely she was watching him. But neither of them could say out loud what they wanted.

“Full of energy as always” Yoshi commented, smiling slightly. Still, he chickened out and didn't tell her he was glad nothing serious had happened to her. Big Mama had always intimidated him. She had something about her that made Yoshi run out of words. Today was no different. Despite her visible fatigue, she continued to radiate the same strength he had seen during their first meeting.

“It can't be any other way my dear”, she replied frivolously, correcting a strand of hair that had slipped during their conversation. She turned back to the man, looking into his eyes. She was overwhelmed with fatigue. This day really had been a hard one, and she would gladly drop all games if it would allow her to cut this conversation short. Unfortunately, she couldn't. A woman like her had to keep her guard up, especially against the man whose love she had betrayed. She couldn't be sure what he would want to do. "But you didn't come here just for that, did you?”

Splinter stared at the woman, trying to put his thoughts into words. He knew why he had come here, but when it came down to it doubts got to him. He lowered his gaze, wondering if this was the right choice. Big Mama stared at him unceasingly. Any other person she would have rushed to not waste her time, but not Yoshi. I guess he still meant something to her if she gave him time to think. Or she herself was curious about what he had to say to her. She wasn't sure about that.

She saw his shoulders tighten gently. He ran his claws through his grey hair. She remembered that mannerism of his. He did that every time he had a conundrum of some kind. She'd never forget those evenings when they'd talked through entire nights together. She had many opportunities to remember how he behaved. It ran through her mind that, despite all these years, some things had not changed about him.

“Why...” began Yoshi, and then raised his head. "Why did you do that?" His voice trembled.

“Isn't it obvious?"She asked squinting slightly, and the sly grin never left her face. Splinter saw her tilt her head. She always did that when she wanted to tease. To throw the interlocutor off balance, to show all their cards. It might have worked on others, but not on him.

They stared at each other. They measured each other with their eyes. Both waited for the other to crack. In the old days, they both cared about winning an argument or a clash. Then they were unable to let go. Yoshi was usually the first to explode, driven by anger. They would shout at each other. Yoshi blamed her for the woman's inability to open up to him. Even towards him she used these tricks and hid from him. She, on the other hand, would catch him at his words and stick a pin in him, hiding behind a wall.

Only many years had passed since then, and Splinter was no longer that man.

Big Mama had seen his stature change. It seemed to her that he was more upright. As if more confidently. A seriousness dawned on his face that she had never seen in him before. Involuntarily, the smile descended from her face. She stared at him for another moment, as if unable to believe how he had acted. It was so different from what she remembered.

“I just found it more worthwhile,” she said, glancing at the papers on her desk. Splinter knew she was trying to show him how indifferent she was to the whole thing. She wanted to show how little impression it had made on her. He slipped his hand into his pocket, touching the photo. He just continued to stand there and wait. Big Mama felt as if this answer was not enough for him, so she went on. She marked something in the document. "Shredder was a good champion. Not as great as you”, she said, suspending her gaze on Yoshi for a moment. It did not escape her notice how the man twitched slightly. "But when he stopped fulfilling his purpose, he had to be dealt with. Just when Shredder started causing problems, your sons appeared" This time she noticed how his ear twitched. She wasn't sure how to interpret that in Yoshi's performance, but he responded. “It would be a shame not to use them to get rid of this problem.”

She was so calm throughout her argument. Her every word was carefully chosen. Splinter felt again that she was trying to get him off balance. A memory of his past. Big Mama's memory of how he was against further fighting in the Arena. The memory of his sons, knowing how important they are to him. Speaking so brazenly in his presence about using his sons as tools to clean up the problem she had in part created.

He couldn't say it didn't upset him, but Splinter was no longer as short-sighted as he once was. Nor was he going to ignore that gut feeling that told him the truth was different. In the past, he hadn't trusted that hunch and had paid a heavy price for it. This time, he was not going to let her hide the truth.

Initially, he didn't intend to do so, but she gave him no choice. This time, he's not going to let her get away with the answers. Even if he loses this photo, he might finally hear the truth. He probably deserved it after all this time.

He approached her with a slow but sure step. He could see Big Mama playing with a pen, playing relaxed. But he knew that she could easily hit the security button, which was camouflaged next to the pen cup, at any time. In less than a minute her best staff would have arrived. Nevertheless, she did not call them. She couldn't tell why. She didn't see Yoshi as a threat. Not that kind. Yoshi was a man of principle. Of that one thing she was sure.

She saw him reach into his pocket, and then she froze. He had the picture. He placed it in front of her. The woman grabbed it, looking at it carefully. It was her photo. Tucked away in her flat. In her locker. He was here, and she didn't know it. She felt anger rising in her. She didn't wonder if she was angry at the fact that he had broken into her room and stolen the photo, or maybe at herself for not realising. She thought she had lost them somewhere.

In her anger, she did not notice how sadness and a certain longing crept onto Splintra's face. He really didn't want to lose that picture.

"You!” she was going to yell at the man, but a sudden pain in her ribs prevented her. For a moment she ran out of breath, propping herself up against the desk top with her healthy hand. She scowled, trying to take a breath.

Splinter found himself at her side. He wanted to help somehow. He didn't intend to upset her that much. He didn't want her to suffer because of him. Despite everything, deep down he still cared about her. In some strange, twisted way, he wanted to find out if the woman he loved reciprocated his feelings.

“Don't touch me,” growled Big Mama at him before he could do anything.

She looked down at him. If only she were well, she would have given him a shove. The man stood still. Surprised by her vehemence, he didn't dare move. Big Mama concentrated on her breathing, sitting down in a chair. She leaned back, closing her eyes in pain. She didn't care if Splinter saw it. That wasn't what was important at the moment. Big Mama calmed her breathing, contemplating her next move.

She was angry. Annoyed. She would have loved to throw him out of here. But she also felt a strange sense of relief. Happiness, perhaps? There was so much emotion in her that she felt like crying. It had been a long time since she had felt so out of balance. She looked at Yoshi, who continued to stand sideways to her. She could see that he wanted to hear the truth. Just what kind of truth Big Mama herself wasn't sure what it was. Instead, she knew one thing. She was Big Mama. The owner of the Nexus Hotel and the Battle Nexus Arena. She had her empire and the long road she had to travel to achieve it all. In this world, a woman like her could not allow herself a moment of weakness. Otherwise she would be devoured by others, as she had done thousands of times before.

“It was a purely business decision. Then as now”, she said slowly and trying to maintain her composure. "I chose you to be my champion and I did everything to make you one. You did not protest. At least not at first.”

Splinter clenched his hands into fists. The fur at the nape of his neck gently grew thicker. He felt it wasn't the whole truth. It couldn't be.

“What about us? With what we had?”

“Yoshi” Big Mama interrupted him, looking into his eyes. She could see him starting to shake, but it wasn't important. She had to make him realise. "Love is a weakness. And you were just an investment that paid off. You did a good job as a champion. I don't need you anymore.” She spoke slowly and clearly, emphasising the last sentence. These words tore at Splinter's heart. “I only helped your sons because it was more profitable than letting that maniac run wild.”

A heavy silence fell between them. They both looked into each other's eyes. Splinter knew it wasn't true, or at least not entirely. Still, her words hurt. They hit where they hurt the most. They opened old wounds that Splinter had found so hard to come to terms with.

“Now, if you'll allow me, some people have work they have to do. And you've got sons who I think need your attention," Big Mama turned towards the papers, ignoring the rat.

She thought he was going to walk away and she wasn't wrong. She heard Splinter moving away towards the window. The man stood at the open window, looking at Big Mama's reflection. She sat bent over her desk as if nothing had ever happened. Splinter sighed heavily.

“I don't know what I was hoping for”, Splinter said with such regret in his voice that Big Mama sat paralysed. "I guess for you to be honest with me for once.”

The woman wasn't sure why those words hurt her more than anything she had ever experienced in her life. Somehow his words and how he said them hurt her more than when she thought he had run away from her. She turned towards the window, opening her mouth.

Only Splinter was no longer there.

She herself doesn't know what she should have expected from the way she had treated him. Big Mama herself found it hard to believe, but she wanted him to call her his Sassy Sugar Badger again.

“Unfortunately, in this cruel world only the strongest survive, Hyggypoo”, she said in a whisper, reaching for their old photo.

She stared at it and felt her heart ache. It squeezed in her chest and ached more than bruised ribs. Yoshi was the past, and she couldn't lose herself in it. She couldn't show weakness, because that was the world she lived in. Still, a thought ran through her mind as to whether she was doing the right thing. Had she not lost something precious along the way, climbing to the top? Had she not missed the chance for something better, if only she had allowed herself a little honesty?

She sighed heavily, hiding the photo in a drawer. She had more important things on her mind than a would-be affair. She needed to concentrate on her business. She knew that the path she had taken would not be easy. But she could handle any challenge. She has to, because at this point there is no turning back.

Meanwhile, Splinter was returning home. To his beloved sons. Maybe he had suffered through what had happened. Maybe he was foolish for believing that Big Mama could change. He has to move forward. It will hurt, but he has a new light towards which he can move. His sons.

#dododanart #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #save rottmnt #rottmnt #unpause rottmnt #rottmnt fanart #old love #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt splinter #rottmnt big mama #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt leonardo #rottmnt michelangelo #rottmnt mikey #tmnt 2018

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tvrningout · 5 months

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it's time to meet kimura yoshiaki <3 i should write his bio, but i'm gonna just spill the beans about him below the cut for now so i can kinda organize my thoughts again! warning that i basically word-vomitted his entire background, so it's long :' )

to start things off, yoshi's got an older sister with an age gap of 6 years! she was his safe place/rock tbh -- their parents aren't necessarily the worst, but they're not the best and aren't exactly the sort who care what their children want. and big sis wasn't afraid to stand up to them or anyone, for that matter.

while yoshi admired her for it, he couldn't bring himself to follow in her footsteps. he wasn't blind. he saw how rough she had it in middle and high school, even if her friends were cool and she always kept her tears to herself. he heard the way their parents spoke to her and sighed and yelled and yoshi just : ( wasn't as strong as her, or didn't think he was.

in other words, yoshi tried really hard to fit in. really hard.

matters were only made worse when his sister left home abruptly. there wasn't a yelling match or a dramatic exit. yoshi came home from school to find his sister gone and his mother crying, and for a long while, yoshi completely lost his way. he felt pressure to please his parents and did whatever would make them happy -- working in the family bakery, later running their second location, making good grades and joining sports teams full of people who he didn't actually care for.

he felt pressure to please his peers, too. his older sister couldn't scare anyone off now, and middle schoolers were ruthless. instead of becoming a victim of the social hierarchy, yoshi played to his strengths which... well, he didn't know what they were, but people seemed to like it when he made them laugh or when he agreed with them. so he did that. a lot.

he did it so much that there came a day when yoshi woke up and realized he had no idea who the hell he was. he managed a bakery bc his parents wanted him to; he didn't particularly enjoy baking. he dated a girl bc she wanted to; he hated the way she spoke to waiters. he wore clothes his friends liked and never dyed his hair bc his parents didn't think it suited the family business' image. laying on a stranger's couch with a killer hangover and no one to preoccupy his thoughts, yoshi became uncomfortably aware that he was like a blank piece of paper, waiting for someone to fill his page with words, to tell him who to be.

and he hated it. he hated himself, whoever he was. so guess who he got back into contact with : ) big sis!! who, at this point in her life, had just become co-owner of a tattoo and piercing shop.

and good thing, too, bc yoshi needed a job when he eventually quit his parents' bakery ( yeah, his parents were pissed and still are ) :' ) for a while, he was basically the shop's receptionist until he eventually became a body piercer! it isn't his passion, but it's a fine job until he figures out what exactly he is passionate about.

10/10 would recommend him for your first piercing bc he's so good with people and he's got very steady and gentle hands <3

currently, yoshi's dropped all of his old friends, and his relationship with his parents is strained whereas his relationship with his sister is stronger than ever, but more on that and his connection to chiyo later!

#i wrote so much but there's still so much to say asdfgh #i think at least #dude my brain is getting mushy but i'm just!!! look at him!!!#headcanons | yoshiaki

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Scene I did my OCs in my AU, for their designs and anything, I thought it would be fair if each of the Mario Characters a redesign in my version. Some I design them will be the same but change it up a little bit.

Bio: Rosalina was born in the Mushroom Kingdom with her mother, she soon found a Luma and decide to travel in a spaceship to help a lost Luma find its parents, hiding the fact that she herself had lost her own mother. Now gain the powers of the galaxy, she made a promises that she would return in 100 years. Bowser invades the Cosmic Obserbatory, steals the Super and Grad Stars as he spreads it out the Galaxy. Peach invites Mario to the Star Festival but Bowser attacked the Kingdom, abducts Peach's Castle and Kamek sends Mario flying some where. Then Mario meets Princess Rosalina and teams up to get all the stars back and teach Bowser, Bowser Jr and The Empire a lesson. In the end, Mario stopped Bowser's Galaxy take over...twice.

Rosalina continues to keep watch, while Mario and His Friends are out fighting either the Koopa Empire or many other villains. It wasn’t that long till she meets Gill Koopa and 2 months later, Mara Mario, while on a mission. She was eventually captured by Bowser when making a attempt to use her powers for himself. She was later set free by the help of The Super Mario Siblings and their friends. Rosalina then continued watching over the galaxy and other activities if she was needed.

Appearance: He silver crown with Blue Gem Stars on, Black tank top covering her chest with a White Star blue dress with a star on, White gloves with stars on even though one big yellow star on and bare footed with a star bracelet on her right ankle.

Voice Actor: Nicole Oliver

Age: Centuries

Height: 7.5 ft

Weight: 105 ib

Personality: Wise, Mature, Motherly, Musical, Traveler, Mother Issues in Past and Kind woman

Favorite Foods: Star Bits, Space Fruits and Fruit Desserts

Family: Mother *Deceased*, Lumas *Adopted Children*

Allies: Princess Peach, Princess Daisy, Mario, Luigi, Mara, Amatory, Gill Koopa, *Sometimes: Wario and Waluigi*, The Toads, Toadette, Toad aka Captian Toad, Kong Clan, Some of Warios Squad and Yoshi.

Enemies: Bowser and the Koopa Empire, Bowser Jr, Kamek, Koopaling’s, King Boo and his Ghost Army, King Bob-mom, Petey Piranha Plant, King K Rool, Kremling army, Krusha and Klump

Likes: Her children, Having Some Girls Time, Helping Mario and friend on their quest, Playing the Viloin, Singing, Parties and Go Karts

Dislikes: Galaxy Out of Balance, Lumas killed, Being Attacked, Being Captured, Losing her temper and Over Wellmed of stress

#nintendo #super mario bros #super mario rebirth show #rosalia #luma

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Ninja Turtles in the Owl House lore and facts

Kirby O’Neil first met Camila Noceda at the Robin’s Roost Cafe while he was in Gravesfield for an antiques show. Upon discovering how they both lost a spouse to natural causes, the two became friends, then lovers, and finally husband and wife. Camila’s daughter Luz was seven at the time her mother remarried, and Kirby’s daughter April was older by two years at age nine.

Similarly, the bond between the Clawthorne family and the Hamato clan dates back centuries to when Hamato Koji became a shoulder for Evelyn Clawthorne to cry on following the sudden death of her human husband Caleb Wittebane. This relationship would continue for generations to come, extending all the way to Evelyn’s great-great granddaughter Gwendolyn and Koji’s great-great grandson Hamato Yuuta, who would later introduce his children Yoshi and Hana to Gwendolyn’s daughters Eda and Lilith.

In contrast to Luz’s endless creativity, April is more intellectual and athletic. She has an interest in science and journalism, plays soccer, is on the school gymnastics team, and regularly does yoga. She also tried signing her and Luz up for cheerleading to expand Luz’s social circle, but that was also where Luz did her eyelid trick that freaked everybody out. Thankfully, April would get a second chance at cheerleading when she joined Hexside’s fearleaders.

Luz’s ninja weapon of choice is a scythe while April wields war fans that once belonged to Tang Shen.

Out of all the Turtles, Michelangelo is Eda’s special little guy, a fact that Mikey uses to rile up his brothers like a little gremlin. Mikey reminds Eda a lot of herself, a energetic and mischievous witch with tons of potential much like Eda when she was younger. Though you may think Mike is a lazy and childish slacker, he’s actually quite the creative and unpredictable fighter, so much so that Splinter believes he has the potential to be the deadliest fighter of the four brothers.

Oroku Saki wasn’t necessarily born evil, but he grew up believing that wild witches were cowards who used their powerful magic to hide how pathetic they were, a trait that Emperor Belos noticed when he planned to arrest the Oroku clan for their use of wild magic. Unlike Saki, his brother Oroku Nagi refused to submit to Belos. Seeing himself and Caleb in the Oroku siblings, Belos decided to have the two battle in a witch’s duel.

At the eve of the witch’s duel, Saki and his family’s retainers Hattori Tatsu and Aru Khan went on a journey in search of a suit of armor known as the Kuroi Yoroi, which is said to be a legendary weapon used by the Ninja Tribunal, the first witches to use martial arts. Saki used the armor to kill Nagi in their witch’s duel and would go onto become known as the Shredder. Afterwards, the Oroku clan would be reformed into the black-ops division of the Emperor’s Coven called the Foot Coven.

Bebop and Rocksteady were a pair of thugs who were thrown in the Conformatorium for their numerous crimes. But instead of being forced into a coven or petrified, the two were recruited into the Foot Coven as a way of escaping imprisonment.

Baxter Stockman is the twin brother of Perry Porter, thus making him Gus’s uncle by extension. The two became estranged after Gus’s mother Bernice joined her brother-in-law on an experiment to create a portal to other worlds that quickly went awry. Bernice died in the chaos, and Perry disowned Baxter for failing to save her.

Amity was first introduced to Casey Jones after she was forced to end her friendship with Willow. As part of the business partnership between Odalia and Darius Dunn, the two were arranged to be married when they came of age. However, Casey realized that Amity’s controlling queen bee personality hid a much more tortured and benevolent soul beneath, while Amity realized how caring Casey really was behind the risk-loving goofball he presented himself as. After Amity fell in love with Luz and Casey fell in love with April, the marriage was called off.

While April warmed up to the Turtles, Splinter and King without much trouble, she and Eda definitely got off on the wrong foot. April believed that Eda wasn’t a very good mentor and looked more like some creep who drives a free candy van (as it turns out, Eda once beat up a guy like that after discovering that he really didn’t have candy in his van), while Eda loved poking fun at how April reminded her of Lilith.

Eventually, the two would come to an understanding during the events of “Revenge of Tibbles” (this AU’s version of Really Small Problems) where Eda realized just how much stress April was putting on herself to be a good sister. Despite their differences, the two girls cared for their families above all else. After saving Luz and the others from the clutches of the Purple Dragons, April and Eda agreed to have a little girls’ day out together.

In addition to being two of the strongest witches on the Isles, Eda and Lilith are also skilled fighters from training under many masters. Eda prefers to get up close and personal with her opponents while keeping them guessing, while Lilith is a more graceful and tactical combatant.

Eda trained under the Ancient One and the Utroms while Lilith was an apprentice of the Shredder. Both are skilled in bojutsu, as is every witch with a Palisman, but Eda prefers the arts of shurikenjutsu, kayakujutsu, shinobi-iri, hensojutsu, and intonjutsu, while Lilith is more talented in kenjutsu, choho, boryaku, and taijutsu. They work out by jogging and doing yoga, but Eda also does boxing, weightlifting, and poledancing in comparison to Lilith working out with gymnastics, judo and kendo.

When Lilith was first welcomed into the Owl House after sharing the curse with Eda, everyone was divided over the change. Hooty and Michelangelo welcomed her with open arms, Luz, Eda, King, Leonardo, and Donatello followed some advice from Splinter to remain optimistic, and April declared Lilith to be on thin ice with her.

And then there’s Raphael, who will never let go of how Lilith & Shredder nearly killed them all and took Eda & Splinter away. He’s so paranoid, he had recurring nightmares about Lilith betraying the gang and mocking Raph for being the only one to see through her facade even though no one believed him. As a way of forcing the two to become closer, Splinter handcuffs Lilith and Raph together and will only release them if they proved they’re on better terms. This test would be interrupted by Tiger Claw, Hunter and Baxter plotting to hunt Lilith down to bring her to Shredder so she can be punished for her betrayal, forcing her and Raph to work together if they were to survive.

The Utroms migrated to the Boiling Isles after Dimension X was conquered in the name of Aldrich Leviathan and made their home in what would become known as the Empyrean Oasis, which would be the source of the earliest mutant demons. The Triceratons have also migrated to the Boiling Isles for similar reasons, and even destroyed their homeworld to deny Amphibia another planet to conquer.

Centuries later, the Utroms led a secret war against Belos to free the isles from his tyranny via training witches to become Guardians. A young Eda, Yoshi, Raine, and Tang Shen were among these witches, as were Gwendolyn, Hamato Yuuta, and Tsou T’an-Jin before them, and many members of the Clawthorne and Hamato families dating back centuries to Koji and Evelyn.

In 1815 during the War of 1812, a US soldier named John Bishop discovered a mysterious portal that would lead him to the Boiling Isles, where he was experimented on by the Utroms to create a perfect superweapon to destroy Belos. Bishop was horrified by the aliens who captured him and made an escape, forcing the Utroms to scrap the project altogether. Bishop would eventually find a way home through Titan’s blood, but he stuck around the Demon Realm long enough to learn about the evils of Belos and carve his own Palisman, a wolf he named Knight. Afterwards, Bishop became leader of the Earth Protection Force, a position he would retain for decades due to the Utroms’ experiments making him basically immortal.

Due to Lilith’s ties with the Oroku family, she was made by Shredder and his wife Oroku Miwa to be the nanny of their two daughters Karai and Pimiko. Between the two, Karai was preferred over Pimiko, who hid her desperation for approval by acting like an arrogant brat.

Throughout his life as the Golden Guard, Hunter considered Karai to be like a sister to him for how much she looked out for him. Karai knew how cruel Belos was to his subordinates and feared how he would punish Hunter if he failed a mission.

Shredder is roughly a decade older than Eda, Lilith and Splinter, being somewhere in his fifties while the three of them are all in their mid to late forties.

#the owl house #teenage mutant ninja turtles #luz noceda #april o'neil #eda clawthorne #master splinter #leonardo #donatello #raphael #michelangelo #king #emperor belos #the shredder #amity blight #casey jones #crossover au

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BnHA Chapter 300: Days of Our Todorokis

Previously on BnHA: Hawks was all “hey Jeanist, wanna go on a road trip with me to my mom’s house?” Jeanist was all “you know it,” and so they hopped into Jeanist’s jercedes and took off. Hawks took a nap and had a flashback to his Dickensian childhood living in a abject poverty with his jerk mom and jerk dad, thinking heroes were make-believe until one day Endeavor arrested his dad and Baby Hawks was all “OH SHIT.” And then he saved a bunch of people, and the HPSC was all “what do we have here,” and blah blah blah, you know the rest. Back in the present, Hawks was all “well my life is currently in shambles, but on the plus side there’s no one bossing me around anymore so that’s pretty cool,” and then decided he was going to talk to Endeavor. Fandom was all “I can’t believe Hawks would side with his childhood hero over the man who burned his wings off and posted a video calling him a violent murderer who took after his abusive dad,” so that was fun and stuff. I can’t wait to see what piping fresh takes this new chapter will bring.

Today on BnHA: Our old friend Carbonation Carl tries to loot a Starbucks and gets his ass kicked by a senior citizen. Society is all “YEAH, WE’RE REALLY STARTING TO GET SICK OF THIS SHIT.” Old Man Samurai is all “this room won’t stop me because I can’t read it” and abruptly decides to retire, which, fun fact, is literally THE LEAST HELPFUL THING ANYONE HAS EVER DONE. Anyway so then a bunch of other punkasses follow suit, and while I won’t say that I’m actually starting to root for Stain to kill some peeps, just for the record I’m not not saying that either. Back in the hospital, Endeavor cries some tears because his life sucks, and then is confronted by his entire family, LED BY QUEEN REI, FIRST OF HER NAME, BACK IN BUSINESS AND LARGE AND IN CHARGE. Rei is all “fuck feeling sorry for yourself, we have a rogue Murder Son on the loose” and I swear to god I have never felt so alive.

so here we go! and just for the record, even though the last two chapters have been phenomenal, I don’t necessarily have any sky-high expectations for chapter 300, mostly because chapters 100 and 200 consisted of Mei Boobs, and Toadette and her horrific quirk lmao. so go ahead Horikoshi, what are you gonna pull out of your hat for this one

oh, back to this stuff again. sob

I guess there was only so much time we could spend having hospital antics and exploring Hawks’s past before we got back to dealing with the whole “the world has gone to absolute shit” issue huh, lol

omg

what’s with these bizarrely cute Noumus. why do I want to pet them

so the narrative text is going on about how people have been super paranoid about the Noumu ever since the USJ incident a year ago. so yeah, I guess the fact that there are now a bunch of them confirmed to be running around is really freaking people out even on top of everything else

wtf is happening here

what did this poor lil glass ever do to anyone. r.i.p.

OH MY FUCKING GOD

SODA SAM IS BACK ON THE LAM

tsk tsk tsk. my man has graduated from snatching purses to raiding cafes. going after that big money. this man has no business sense whatsoever lmao

OH BUT WATCH IT NOW!!

OH SNAP THE PEOPLE ARE FIGHTING BACK. WHATCHA GONNA DO NOW SAM

THIS MAN IS 172 YEARS OLD AND HE’S NOT HERE TO PLAY GAMES!!

WTF IS HE LIGHTING THIS THING ON FIRE OR SOME SHIT. GETTEM GRANDPA YEAHHHH HE’S CHARGING AT EM YEAHHHHHH

lmao so that was fun. and now we’re cutting to Wash!! omg. look at him

he’s so dedicated. too bad you don’t have a car like Best Jeanist. probably takes a while when you’re just running everywhere

you see?? you were too slow!!

NOOOO, GRANDPA. he defeated Pepsi Pete, but lost his life in the process. this is too tragic

anyway so the good news is that the cafe has been saved! but the bad news is, there really isn’t much of a cafe left. huh. I guess that’s one of the reasons why people are supposed to get a license to use their quirks like this

oh snap and now everyone is coming outside, and they’re none too happy to see poor old Wash over here

seriously Wash, get a bicycle or something. also the way this guy is gesturing so dramatically with his hand in this sort of “YOU SEE!! YOU SEE WHAT HAPPENS!!” manner is sending me

OH MY GOD

HE SPEAKS. DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS. IT MEANS JEANS PUNS ARE YESTERDAY’S NEWS, FOLKS!! MAKE WAY FOR THE LAUNDRY PUNS. CAN’T WAIT TO WATCH THIS ALL... UNFOLD

“the heroes had dwindled away” okay real talk you guys, it is literally only a matter of time before they press-gang the children into picking up their slack. I still don’t know how to feel about that, but it is happening one way or the other regardless. Child Soldiers 2 Electric Boogaloo. wonder if we’ll see a rise in vigilante action as well

OHO WHAT’S THIS? THIS IS A CHAPTER OF GRANDPAS HUH

-- no fucking way

WOW. WOW. WOWWWWWW

wow. so he didn’t do a fucking thing while the rest of the top ten were being turned into red mist in the previous arc, and now that it’s all over and they need his help more than ever, he decides... THAT IT’S TIME TO RETIRE. holy shit. “fuck you” doesn’t even begin to cover it my guy. you stand there and soak up those boos you coward

ohhhhhhh shiiiiit you guys. oh shit

the “I am not here” breaks my fucking heart for real though y’all. oh man. everything he worked for is gone just like that

(ETA: okay so a couple of the takes I’ve seen on this make it seem like All Might is somehow the bad guy here?? “this is what happens when society puts a bunch of glorified cops on a pedestal”, “finally the cracks in hero society are showing”, etc. etc. so, just a friendly reminder that this isn’t happening because of too much trust and a lack of critical thinking; this is happening because the villains killed all the heroes and broke a bunch of murderers out of jail. it’s happening because an organized league of terrorists succeeded in terrorizing, and so society is now understandably awash in fear and panic. like, it’s just wild to me that AFO is RIGHT FUCKING THERE, and yet week after week fandom still has their “IT’S ALL THE HEROES’ FAULT” signs still up on their lawns. BUT WHATEVER, MOVING ON.)

also though, so exactly how much time is passing here now? I wanted to go straight back to the hospital and see what happens with Deku and the Todorokis. please don’t tell me we’re jumping ahead sob. my aaaaangst

OH SHIT

STAIN. LISTEN UP BUDDY. I KNOW WE’VE HAD OUR DIFFERENCES, AND I STILL DESPISE YOU FOR CRIPPLING TENSEI AND TRYING TO KILL MY BEST BOY TENYA. BUT AS IT HAPPENS, THERE ARE ONE OR TWO OTHER HEROES OUT THERE NOW WHO I WOULDN’T MIND YOU PAYING A VISIT I’M JUST SAYING

LOL BUT IT ACTUALLY ISN’T THIS MAN, FFFFFF

sob. yeah I was talking about Old Man Samurai actually but YEAH. HEY THERE ENJI

also is this entire hospital actually run by characters from Super Mario Bros though. first Yoshi and now this guy, come the fuck on that is not a coincidence

lmao they stuck him in another one of these cavernous creepy hospital rooms

wtf is it with Horikoshi and these giant fucking rooms lately. Kacchan’s in chapter 298, then Tomie’s colossal house furnished with like one table and a TV, and now this. and the weirdest thing about it though is that “huge space with nothing to fill it up” is like the exact opposite of what you’ll usually find in Japanese homes lol

so now Enji is just sitting there thinking things like “my head is fuzzy” and “I’m alive” lmao okay. not quite all there yet, huh. I’ll give you a minute

I’m so fucking curious as to who his first visitor is going to be omg. either way it’s going to be interesting af, and either way fandom is probably going to feel some way about it but OH WELL

okay now his thoughts are getting more coherent! and he’s remembering Touya, and feeling regret for freezing up and forcing Shouto to deal with everything instead

!!! OH HERE GOES BRACE YOURSELVES Y’ALL IT’S ABOUT TO GET SPICY

NO TOUYA PLEASE DON’T CRY HONEY NO PLEASE

ohhhhhhh man

okay, I mean I didn’t expect you to, but so instead then you’re just going to do... what? lie there and wallow in regret and self-pity for the rest of your life? son you know that’s not how we deal with our problems here in Shounen

though also, I totally do get it though. honestly, thinking on it, I probably would have been disappointed with any other response. but so this is where the rest of his family (including his adopted son) come into play now though, because like it or not they’re all in this thing together. and so friends, I am once again asking you WHO IS GOING TO BE THE ONE TO VISIT ENJI FIRST

AHHHHHHH

KRANCH!!!! OMG AND THE OTHERS ARE SO TINY NEXT TO HIM THAT I ALMOST DIDN’T SEE THEM AT FIRST. IT’S BECAUSE THEY’RE TWENTY MILES AWAY ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THIS REGULATION HOCKEY RINK OF A ROOM

holy shit I’m so excited lkjlklhlglkasdsjldfk

SDKFJLSKHLKJL

the way she has him by his collar lmaoooo. “lol nah you’re not going anywhere pal.” damn straight, siblings have to be ride or die in situations like this. banding together for survival. strength in numbers

OH MY STARS I’M JUST WARNING YOU NOW THAT I’M ABOUT TO DISSECT EVERY LAST REMAINING PANEL OF THIS CHAPTER PROBABLY YOU GUYS. WE COULD BE HERE A WHILE

love how Fuyu has absolutely no idea how to segue into THE SINGLE MOST AWKWARD CONVERSATION SHE’S EVER HAD, so she just GOES FOR IT in pure small talk mode like they’re meeting up for brunch somewhere

I KNOW IT’S A SMALL THING, BUT I APPRECIATE THAT THE FIRST THING ENJI ASKS IS WHETHER THEY’RE OKAY

lastly while I can’t wait for more of this delicious Natsu angst, I also just have to say that Enji has as much reason to cry right now as anyone on the planet. you can’t deny that being confronted by your not-dead-but-you-thought-he-was-dead son who’s all “SURPRISE DAD I GREW UP TO BE A MASS MURDERER AND I HATE YOU AND EVERYTHING IS ALL YOUR FAULT AND NOW I’M GONNA MAIM YOUR OTHER KID” with a side order of “EVERYONE HATES YOU AND SOCIETY IS CRUMBLING AND NOTHING WILL EVER BE GOOD EVER AGAIN” is enough to bum pretty much anyone out. there’s a Pagliacci the Clown joke here somewhere. BUT DOCTOR, I AM THE NUMBER ONE HERO

oh man lol he is seriously falling apart

damn. like you guys, I’m sorry, go ahead and cancel me, but I do feel compassion for the man. it’s therapeutic for me to see an abuser actually feel remorse and be truly sorry and want to change and want to make it up to his family. and it’s also compelling as fuck to read a narrative about a family that’s trying to grapple with that, because let me tell you straight up, as someone who’s done a version of that song and dance -- it is exhausting. it is a piping hot mess. it’s a gigantic mishmosh of extremely volatile emotions that all somehow all contradict one another. love, hurt, hope, anger, betrayal, resentment, attachment, longing. it’s something you can both be desperate for and also want nothing at all to do with. and attempting to portray all of that and write about it is a monumental task, and one which Horikoshi has done so, so delicately thus far, and damn but I appreciate it. anyway, so I’m here and I’m ready for my latest helping of Todoroki Fam Feels you guys

GASP

oh man. OHMANOHMANOHMAN. CAN IT REALLY BE. IS THIS THE REDEMPTION ARC OF CHAPTERS 100 AND 200???

LMAO SHE’S ALL “WE ALL FEEL BAD YOU JACKASS STOP CRYING ABOUT IT”

LAY INTO HIM REI!! SORRY ENJI YOUR PITY PARTY HAS BEEN CANCELLED IN FAVOR OF A “SO WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT” PARTY COURTESY OF QUEEN ELSA OVER HERE. THE PEOPLE TOOK A VOTE AND WE WANT LESS WHINING AND MORE ACTION

oh my god look at this lady folks

NOTE THE HAIR BLOWING IN THE NONEXISTENT WIND. NOW WE KNOW WHERE SHOUTO GOT THIS POWER FROM

(ETA: btw guys, seeing Rei handle this crisis like an absolute champ despite everything she’s been through is everything, though. I’m reminded of Hawks’s line last week about people sometimes unexpectedly finding liberation when they’re backed into a corner. like things may be shit but goddammit her kiddos need her.)

THE CHAPTER IS ALREADY ENDING SOB, IT’S ONLY A 17-PAGER THIS WEEK, BUT GODDAMN WHAT A WAY TO CLOSE

oh my god. oh my god oh my god. AND FUCK YOU HORIKOSHI FOR CUTTING IT OFF THERE sob. it’s like each week the wait for the next chapter becomes more painful. the Todofam is about to get real, and on top of that Hawks is gonna crash the party at some point down the line, and on top of that we’re still waiting for Kacchan to have his own heartfelt discussion about What The Fuck Are We Supposed To Do Next with his best friend who’s currently in a coma. all I want to do with my life is read about these three things, and all I can do is simply wait as they are portioned out in agonizing, addicting little installments every week

anyway! tune in next time as we answer the question of whether or not fandom will finally run its train of logic all the way through to its natural conclusion and somehow manage to cancel Noted Abuse Apologist Todoroki Fucking Rei. don’t act like it can’t happen. you all know nothing is sacred lol. anyways but I’m ready for anything lol, bring it

#bnha 300 #endeavor #todoroki enji #todoroki shouto #todoroki rei #all them todorokis #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha #I can't believe I've done 300 of these now lol #think I'm gonna finally have to update the post index again

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Frankenweenie Headcannons, Theories, and Ideas

This is just a list of the theories, headcannons, and ideas I came up with for Tim Burton's Frankenweenie. I might add more later on, so watch out

-When he was six years old, Victor Frankenstein got Sparky as a small puppy from the local pet shop

-Elsa got Persephone as a gift for her seventh birthday

-Victor’s full name is Victor Charles Frankenstein

-Victor is strongly not fond of sports, especially baseball. But he does love to play fetch with Sparky and ride his bike

-Victor secretly has a crush on Elsa, but he’s too nervous to say anything. But he wouldn’t mind just being friends with her

-Even though he doesn’t get along too well with Toshiaki and Nassor very well, Victor doesn’t mind Bob (who was one of the “cool kids”) being nice to him

-Victor used to have a pen pal in London named Shamus Holmes. They wrote to each other back and forth almost every week, until Victor reached college. That was when the letters from Shamus stopped coming

-Victor isn’t allergic to anything, but he does get nauseous around peaches for some reason

-When he grows up, Victor either wants to become a scientist, a vet, or a movie director… but he can’t decide

-Victor likes to watch both horror and sci-fi films. His favorites are Karloff’s “Frankenstein”, “The Fly”, “The Beast from 20,000 Fathoms”, “Behemoth the Sea Monster”, and “Earth vs. the Flying Saucers”

-The Monday after Dutch Day, Victor was told to stay after school for baseball practice, but when he hit the ball and ran around the diamond, he broke his arm and got a black eye and he was suspended from the baseball team… which he thought was the best day ever

-Victor isn’t particularly fond of his young cousin, Vincent Malloy. He’s often annoyed by Vincent's slightly obsessive mannerisms and all of his Vincent Price talk and Vincent's mother blames Victor for introducing her son to scary movies in the first place

-Victor was born on August 31st, 1957

-Elsa’s full name is Elsa Anais Van Helsing

-Victor and Elsa first met on their first day in kindergarten. They both reached out to grab the same toy, but their hands touched and their eyes met. After a tiny squabble over the toy, they started playing together and they quickly became friends

-Elsa was born on October 28th, 1957

-Elsa isn’t into sports, but she enjoys going swimming or roller skating on occasion… She also likes to watch Victor Frankenstein at baseball practice sometimes

-Elsa is highly allergic to bees and pistachios

-A year after Dutch Day, Mayor Bergermeister forced Elsa to take ballet lessons recently and she doesn’t like it

-Elsa has an interest in history and she thought about becoming a historian someday

-Elsa has a secret crush on Victor, but she’s too shy to say anything

-After the events of Dutch Day, Victor promised never to reanimate Sparky again if he died one more time. Eventually when he was in his late teen years, he let Sparky die because he and Elsa wanted Sparky and Persephone to be together in death. The two dogs were buried in the pet cemetery together (Romeo and Juliet style)

-Elsa likes to watch horror movies in secret. Her absolute favorites are “Bride of Frankenstein”, “Dracula”, and “The Phantom of the Opera”

-After Dutch Day, Victor and Elsa started to grow closer and closer, as well as their dogs Sparky and Persephone

-Despite her uncle's protests of having a dog around, he agreed to let Elsa keep Persephone. But he insists that she keep the dog away from his front lawn

-Sparky and Persephone had four puppies together. Their names are Coal, Raven, Anastasia, and Hades

-When they were in the eighth grade, Victor and Elsa had their first kiss at a Halloween dance at school. They had their second kiss after a Christmas dance recital; they were performing the Nutcracker together. They started officially dating when they were freshmen in high school

-Elsa’s favorite books are “To Kill a Mockingbird”, “Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland”, “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow”, “Romeo and Juliet” and other works of William Shakespeare and her favorite writers are Lewis Carroll, Harper Lee, and Shakespeare. She also enjoys Edgar Allen Poe’s works

-Elsa considers Weird Girl (aka, Mindy) a friend, but she doesn’t like it when she creepily stares at her

-Elsa had a pen pal in New York City named Kristen. They wrote to each other a few times a month, but they lost touch when they reached senior year in high school

-When Victor and Elsa grew up and got married, they had two children. Their names are Peter Timothy Frankenstein (age 12) and Moira Juliet Frankenstein (age 8)

-Weird Girl’s full name is Mindy Cecilia White

-Mindy was raised by a single mother who was a medium, as well as a psychiatrist

-Mr. Whiskers was adopted as a kitten by Mindy from a local pet store. He was the only one of the litter that wasn't adopted because of his large starring eyes

-Mindy took the same ballet classes as Elsa

-Mindy has a crush on Edgar. She secretly hoped that Mr. Whisker's would one day dream about her and Edgar

-After Mr. Whiskers’ death, Mindy fell into a deep depression. Elsa was there to comfort her in her time of need and she even helped her bury the body in the pet cemetery

-Mindy first discovered Mr. Whiskers’ ability to predict the future through cat litter one morning after changing it; it was shaped in the letter B. On that same day, a girl named Brooklyn from school got three strikes at the bowling alley

-Mindy was born on April 3rd, 1958

-Edgar’s full name is Edgar Abraham Gore

-Edgar has a crush on Mindy, but he believes she’s out of his league and was too afraid to approach her

-At one point, Edgar wanted a snake or spider for a pet, but his mother told him no. Once tried to adopt a wild raccoon, but got a scolding from her when he let it into the house

-Edgar was born on September 14th, 1958

-After Dutch Day, Edgar developed a fear of rats

-Edgar still wants to make a death ray with Victor, even though they can't actually make one

-Mindy and Edgar started dating when they were in their sophomore year

-When they got married, Mindy and Edgar had a daughter named Giselle (age 7 ¾)

-Toshiaki’s full name is Toshiaki Ito Oroku

-Toshiaki's mother and father were originally born and raised in Japan until they moved to the US a month before he was born. Being an open community towards different race groups, New Holland was the perfect location to start a family

-Toshiaki was born on May 28th, 1956

-As a reward for winning his first science fair, Toshiaki was given a pet turtle, who he named Shelly. Shelly was unfortunately passed away when he was left outside in the hot afternoon in his aquarium for too long

-Toshiaki and Victor are frenemies, mainly friends, but mostly enemies

-When Shelly died two times, Toshiaki was very upset. But luckily, he had his friends to comfort him after his second and final burial

-In school, Toshiaki met one of the new girls, a Japanese girl named Mae-Lee, and he quickly developed a crush on her

-Years later, Toshiaki and Mae-Lee got married and had two children, a daughter named Shelley Sue (age 8) and Yoshi (age 7 months)

-Nassor’s full name is Nassor Hannibal Karloff

-In school, Nassor stood out from the other children due to his height and cynical macabre personality. The only thing that made him happy as a child was his pet hamster, Colossus. One day Colossus went missing and Nassor was frantic with worry. About five days later, Colossus was found trapped inside the wall and he had starved to death, leaving Nassor heartbroken

-Nassor has an interest in Ancient Egyptian culture around pharaohs and the afterlife. It was his idea as tribute to Colossus would be mummified and placed in a large tomb

-After Dutch Day, Nassor was found wrapped up and he was untied by the others. While he holds no grudges against Toshiaki, he doesn't exactly forgive him for causing Colossus's second death

-Nassor was born on February 24th, 1956

-After Dutch Day, Nassor met one of the new girls, a young lady named Hillary, and he was instantly infatuated with her

-When Nassor and Hillary grew up, they got married and had a son named Darwin (age 12)

-Bob’s full name is Bob Adam Hill

-Bob’s dad passed when he was rather young, making his mother, Mrs. Hill, extremely protective of him, and he finds it super embarrassing

-Bob hates it when people talk about his weight. When he fell down a manhole by accident, he got stuck and had to have a crane to pull him back out

-Bob was born on July 6th, 1957

-In school, Bob had a crush on a girl named Jenny

-Bob first met Toshiaki shortly after Shelly's death. Despite Toshiaki's cold behavior towards him at first, they became good friends

-Bob has an interest in marine life and he has a fish tank full of different kind of fish up in his room

-When he grew up, he and Jenny got married and had a son named Carl (age 12)

-Mr. Frankenstein’s full name is Edward Steven Frankenstein

-Edward was an avid lover of sports, especially baseball. He played as a star athlete in high school, where he first met Susan who was cheering with the other cheerleaders

-Edward has a bit of hard time understanding his son, Victor, but still supports him nonetheless

-Edward likes to role play with his wife Susan that he's a travelling salesman when her "husband" isn't around the house

-Edward often gets people who ask him about his last name Frankenstein. An old family rumor was that he was a direct descendant of the original presumed fictional scientist, Dr. Frankenstein

-Edward tries to get along with his next door neighbor, Mayor Bergermeister

-Mrs. Frankenstein’s full name is Susan Delia Woods Frankenstein

-Susan and Edward Frankenstein first met in back high school; he was a star athlete while she was the head cheerleader. A few years after graduation, they got married and she gave birth to Victor at age 31

-Susan has two sisters, Lillian and Francine. Francine is the eldest, Susan is the middle child, and Lillian is the youngest. Lillian is Vincent Malloy’s mother

-Susan isn't as social with the other mothers/housewives with their gossiping. She prefers the company with her family instead. She is friends with Mrs. Van Helsing, though

-Susan had a pet calico cat when she was younger named Lacey. But poor Lacey died when she was around Victor's age, so she knows what her son was going through

-Mayor Bergermeister’s full name is Robert “Bob” Clarence Bergermeister

-The Bergermeister family has been mayors of New Holland for generations. They were known for their strict laws, rules, and leadership towards its citizens

-Bergermeister has a very low tolerance towards animals, especially dogs… probably because he never had any pets growing up

-Elsa’s father’s full name is Jonathon Gabriel Van Helsing

-Elsa’s mother’s full name is Lydia Hermione Bergermeister Van Helsing

-Mr. and Mrs. Van Helsing are philosophers, hence why they tend to be away a lot. They travel to countries mostly in Europe, like Romania and the Netherlands. They sometimes take Elsa with them when they have to go out of the town, state, or even country. But most often, she stays behind because of school and just wants to be at home and spend time with Victor

-Mayor Bergermeister is in fact the older brother of Lydia by four years. Like most siblings, they do love each other but sometimes can’t stand each other

-Lydia is one of the few people and things that actually scares Mr. Bergermeister, despite the fact that that she’s his little sister. She doesn’t take nonsense from him or anyone else and she’s not afraid to stand up to him. When she’s done, he usually replies weakly “yes, sis” or “yes, little sis”

-Jonathon grew up in Romania for most of his childhood, but when he lost his parents, he immigrated to the United States to make a better life for himself. He met Lydia when he was about to start high school

-Bergermeister loves gardening, especially his first prize flowers. He absolutely hates it when the neighbor's dog lays his "business" all over the lawn

-Bergermeister cares deeply for his niece and younger sister… but he isn't very fond of her husband, Jonathon

-At first, Bergermeister greatly disliked the idea of Elsa and Victor being together, but he eventually grew to respect him

-Bergermeister used to be married; he and his wife even had a son named Bernard. But the couple had a huge fight and they filed for a divorce. When the divorce was finalized, his ex left New Holland and she took Bernard with him

-Bernard Bergermeister was never close with his cousin, Elsa. In fact, Elsa often found Bernard to be quite repulsive

-When Bernard grew up, he met a wealthy young woman named Lucille and they had a son named Bruce (age 13)

-Mr. Rzykruski’s full name is Ivan Darius Rzykruski

-Ivan was born in a small Eastern European village. He grew up influenced around various scientists in the community. Both of his parents were scientists in different fields of expertise and would encourage him to pursue his dreams

-By the time Ivan was 18 years old, he immigrated to the United States and eventually landed a job as a university professor teaching quantum mechanics. He met with various famous scientists in his career

-Ivan tends to be a bit dramatic in his teachings. He briefly took acting classes in his youth, but he wanted to focus more on being a scientist

-During one of his science lectures, Ivan met a woman by the name of Vanessa. They quickly fell in love, got married, and had a son named Dirk. Unfortunately when Dirk was about 9 years old, Vanessa passed away because of cancer. Ivan was heartbroken and he and Dirk missed her terribly. When Dirk was 10, Ivan sent his son to a private boarding school in another part of the state. But when the boy turned 14, he went back to public school

-Dirk grew up and met a woman named Clarice. They got married and had a daughter named Ingrid (age 13). But Clarice died of a terrible sickness when Ingrid was about 3 or 4, then Dirk died in a car crash when Ingrid was about 7. That was when Mr. Rzykruski took his granddaughter in and raised her as his own

-The gym teacher’s full name is Coach Darla Gladys Barnes

-Bob’s mom’s full name is Barbara Deborah Ferguson Hill

-Vincent Malloy’s full name is Vincent Sebastian Malloy

-When Vincent grew up, he met a woman named Marilynn, they got married and had a daughter named Winona (age 7). But Marilynn got into a bad car accident and passed away, leaving Vincent to raise his daughter on his own

-The invisible fish Victor reanimated didn't die. In fact, the fish used its invisibility powers to slip out of the glass jar Edgar was keeping it in and disappeared into the sewer, rumored to still be there

-The reason that New Holland has so many lightning storms is part of an old town legend. Centuries ago when the first settlers built New Holland, there was a young witch by the name of Loretta Thistletwing and while she was a good witch, she kept her true nature a secret from the superstitious townsfolk. Unfortunately, one fateful night, Loretta accidentally caused her powers to be revealed and the townsfolk formed an angry mob to have her killed. However, her beloved familiar black cat, Midnight, heard of the danger and tried to defend his mistress, only to get killed in the process. Outraged by the loss of her beloved pet, Loretta unleashed a curse upon the town right before they burned her at the stake, saying that the town would be cursed with perpetual thunderstorms and any lightning that hit a deceased pet would bring it back to life, unleashing its fury upon the town. This is why the lightning brings dead pets back. But Sparky is the only good one to be reanimated because Victor loved him so much

-Susan and her two sisters are the three granddaughters of Victor Van Dort and Victoria Everglot. Susan’s son and only child, Victor, was named after his great-grandfather who passed away before his birth

-In the past, New Holland had experienced horrible monster attacks and many of them were based on famous movie monsters. There was a mutated bulldog made out of slime (based on the Blob), a half lizard/fly (based on the Fly), a gigantic pet capuchin monkey (based on King Kong), and even a phantom like cat (based on the Phantom of the Opera). Of course, the current townsfolk never believed these supposed stories until the Dutch Day incident

-Legend has it that the curse Loretta put on the town could only be broken when a pet that had been deeply loved by its owner was brought back peaceful and the townsfolk came together to save it should it die again. This ultimately ended up happening by the end of the movie and the curse was unwittingly broken

This is all I've got so far, but feel free to tell me what you think and tell me which one is your favorite

#frankenweenie #Tim Burton

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freckled-words · 4 years

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Repost: Delightful Spite

This was a request piece I wrote last year, I think, I have no memory of who requested it, but its for everyone to enjoy regardless.

Just a heads up: this is a reader insert with “she/her” identifiers.

Edited by @the-wild-ego

Mare was the friend a girl could count on to have her back.

Bad break up? Here’s a variety of alcohol and ice cream, plus, “Do I need to go pay him a visit?”

Working late and don’t feel comfortable walking home? He’ll show up in front of your work, decked out in the most punk-ass outfit he could put together. If anyone ever thought to give you a hard time outside of the store, they’d think twice.

When it came to being your matchmaker/wingman, he really needed to give it a rest.

So far he had tried to set you up with an unbalanced doctor, an over eager showman, and a robot clone of himself.

When he approached you about another friend, you shut him down immediately.

“Mare, I love you, and I trust you with my imaginary children, but I’m never letting you set me up again.” You said this without breaking your focus on the TV screen. You’d been bored and had started in on an all day Mario Kart endeavor. You were neck-and-neck with Yoshi, with Baby Bowser riding on your ass.

Mare sat next to you on the couch, his eager smile still in place with the offer he came in with, “So they weren’t your type, but this guy, I promise, will be your perfect match. For example, it took me weeks to get him to agree to go on a date.”

“Fuck you, Yoshi!”

“He’s got a twisted humour, just like you.”

“Take that red shell and shove it up your ass!”

“He’s not too bad looking, even has a bit of an edgy thing going for him. You like edgy right?”

You smiled in satisfaction and relaxed as you crossed the finish line in first place. Finally facing Mare, who’d dropped his smile, you told him point blank, “If it took you weeks to convince the guy, then I’ll one-up and make you work at it for a month.”

This decided, you got off the couch to get a drink.

Mare followed after you and leaned against the door frame as you went digging in the fridge, “I promise to never try and set you up again if this guy falls flat.”

A bottle of water in hand you rebuffed, “That’s what you said with the last guy.”

“How was I supposed to know an android could be embarrassed enough to shut himself down?!” Mare had genuinely thought Mal would have been a good match. They were different enough from each other, that it would have been like she was dating his twin brother.

You went back to the living room and took up your controller, “Mal was too innocent for me, and you knew it. Now you either pick up the other controller, or you entertain yourself some other way. We’re done talking about this.”

Mare pursed his lips in thought, looking at the controller you offered he got an idea, “I’ll play you for it.”

“Play me for what?” You narrowed your eyes, seeing the familiar smug twitch to his lips.

He sat on the couch and grabbed the second Switch controller, “If I win, you go on this date. You win, and I’ll never try setting you up again. Deal?”

This was an interesting gamble. So far Mare was tied with you on wins. You were both super competitive, and wouldn’t refrain from physically blocking each other to win.

On the one hand, the worst event was going on this date and suffering another awkward experience. On the other, Mare would stop trying.

“Very well, you have a deal. If you cheat, I win by default, got it?”

Mare repositioned himself into, what you called, his 'serious gamer pose’. His eyes already on the screen, he nodded, “Deal.”

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“Oh stop pouting already, I won fair and square.” Mare chided from the driver’s seat.

You were pouting. You hadn’t stopped pouting since he’d beaten you two days ago.

“I still think you cheated without me noticing.” You grumbled back.

Mare rolled his eyes, “Whatever, just don’t be pouting through your date. You don’t want him to think your bad mood is his fault. Besides, you shouldn’t be pouting when you’re all dressed up.”

He had a point there. You were dressed in your favorite black dress that stopped at your knees, the skirt was loose and flowy with red roses along the hem. The top half clung to you in a way that was flattering, with a sweetheart neckline, and off the shoulder straps. For a bit of comfort, instead of appeal, you chose to wear your nice, new, black combat boots. You’d drawn roses on the side with a metallic, red sharpie.

To finish it off you’d applied ruby, red lip gloss; a dusting of shimmer, pink eyeshadow; and a flawless application of eyeliner.

You labelled the look, ‘Badass Beautiful’.

“We’ll just make fun of you instead.” You finally quipped back.

You’d decided from the start, that regardless of the guy, you were going to hold a grain of salt against him the entire night. Petty as it was, you couldn’t convince yourself otherwise.

The car came to a stop outside your favorite restaurant, The Spaghetti Factory. Your stomach growled in anticipation of their three cheese and mushroom ravioli.

Mare gestured towards the building, “He’ll be in there already, the reservation is under my name.”

You opened the car door and a strong wave of garlic bread hit you. Your stomach gave another ravenous growl. You hopped out of the car and gave Mare one more pout, “If he ruins my ravioli, I will make you pay.” This warning given, you slammed the door.

Mare immediately took off, giving you no chance to change your mind.

Holding onto your purse strap a bit tighter, you went inside.

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You were in trouble.

Your entire plan was going down the drain.

Your petty inner self was seething that Mare was winning.

Antisepticeye, the guy you’d been set up with, was just your type.

Dressed in black skinny jeans, a black t-shirt, and a black blazer, he was a perfect match to your outfit. On top of that, his hair was green. With your own hair being dyed a vibrant red, the two of you must look like gothic Christmas enthusiasts.

Until you reached the table, he’d been resting his elbow on it with a surrely pout. Once his sight fell on you, his eyebrow had raised and a spark of something had lit up in his eyes.

You’d awkwardly gotten through introductions, leading into the amusing subject of Mare forcing this arrangement.

“That arse tried setting me up with another chick a couple months back. I wanted to stab myself before we even placed our orders.” Anti groaned, his fingers twitching towards the butter knife on the table.

You giggled, leaning forward to eagerly share, “She couldn’t have been as bad as the doctor he put me with. He kept calling the waiters ‘NURSE!’ It was ridiculous. I didn’t talk to Mare for a week I was so embarrassed.”

Anti looked incredulous, “I know that guy, what the fuck was Mare thinkin’?!”

“Thank you!”

The waiter came over then, and you were pleased when Anti ordered the same thing as you after you recommended it.

A complimentary basket of fresh made garlic bread rolls were left on your table. You loved these rolls, especially when they were still warm, which these were.

Anti watched you expertly rip the roll down the middle and apply butter.

Half of your roll in your mouth, you watched amused as he tried to copy your trick.

The roll turned into a deformed mess in his hands.

His eye twitched, a sign of his annoyance.

Before you could offer to show him the trick, he shoved the bread lump into his mouth. As he chewed, he grabbed another roll. Instead of trying your trick again, he showed you one of his own.

In awe, you watched him take out a pocket blade, stab it into the very edge of the roll and into the table, and yank on the roll. It sliced down the middle, leaving the edges neat and clean. He withdrew his blade and put it back in his pocket, giving you a wink as he smoothed out the table cloth to cover the new hole he’d made.

You bit your bottom lip, glancing around to check if anyone saw this happen. Seeing that you were in the clear, you snickered, “Oh my god, you can’t just whip out a knife! If you’d started a panic, I wouldn’t get my ravioli.” You tried to end on a pout, but his smirk made it impossible to hold.

After that little knife trick, you started asking him about his interests and what else he could do with it.

That lead into him asking about your interests, and then back to him.

The conversation kept going right up until the ravioli was served. At which point, you were both too engrossed with your pasta to keep long sentences going.

You were nearly finished eating, and debating on dessert, when you felt your phone go off.

Looking at the screen you rolled your eyes, which Anti noticed.

“Bet you the last roll I know who that is.”

“Help yourself, but only if you promise to go along with my story.” You smiled as you said this, your thumbs already at work typing out your lie to Mare.

Anti didn’t take the bread roll, instead choosing to lean forward and try to read your screen. You finished the text and showed Anti.

Mare: How’s it going? You staying for dessert? ;)

You: Yes I’m staying for dessert. Only because their apple crumble is amazing. It’ll also make me feel better after this new crap experience. You will never play matchmaker for me again.

Anti was grinning by the time he finished reading. He then broke into laughter when he pulled out his phone. He turned the screen towards you and you were right beside him in a fit of giggles.

Mare: Dude, what did you do?!

Anti: Whipped my knife out and offered to butter her roll.

The dirty implications were not lost on you, which only made it that much funnier.

You nearly had tears streaming down your face as you calmed yourself when the waiter came over.

“We’ll get an apple crumble to split please.” before this, Anti had agreed it sounded good.

Anti coughed trying to keep his laughter in check, “Two coffees, too.”

You hadn’t thought to include coffee, and it did sound like a good addition. Especially since this new game would be going on for a while, judging by the frantic texts you were getting from Mare in apology.

Once the waiter left, you managed to ask through more giggles, “H-how long do you think we can keep this up?”

Anti shrugged, grinning still to the string of cursing text messages Mare was sending him, “Until he catches on?”

“Well I don’t intend to tell him anytime soon.”

Anti’s smirk was all teeth and delighted interest, “Thatta girl.”

#Delight Spite #repost #fanfiction #reader insert #Antisepticeye #NateMare

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immortalghostkami · 4 years

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Like the Sun and the Moon

Chapter 5: A Mother’s Sorrow

Chapter Index

As the last rays of light finally disappeared behind the horizon, Makoto gave a quick prayer at the shrine, apologizing to the god for what was about to ensue.

Inosuke sat impatiently waiting, his irritation growing by the second. All he’s been doing since pairing up with Makoto was waiting and he was getting annoyed. He wanted to fight, not sit around!

“Hey! Kontomo! How much longer do I gotta-!” but he cut himself off as the sound of rippling water caught their ears.

Eyes darting to the shore, Makoto stood up, placing a hand on the hilt of her katana.

“Inosuke, remember what I told you during Final Selection?” she whispered, creeping over to him.

“Nope!” he grinned, anticipation building up in his veins.

“I can’t fight head-on, so I’m leaving this part to you,” she informed, before jumping off and disappearing into the shadows.

“That’s fine by me! You go and hide and I’ll show you why I’m the greatest!” he cackled, running towards the shore and swinging his blades.

Jumping out of the water, the demon landed behind Inosuke. Swinging her webbed claws, he easily dodged and sliced off her arms.

Watching her stumble back, Inosuke cackled at her pained yelp.

The demon was soaking wet with unruly long, black hair. It looked almost like kelp as it stuck to her slimy, bloated skin. Her kimono hung loosely on her frame, and what had once been a pale pink was now muddied and discolored, turning rotten shades of green, brown, and gray.

She reeked of lake water and decay, but there was also some kind of sweet, underlying iron smell that seemed to surround them as well. It was faint, so faint Inosuke was a little surprised he even noticed it, but the combination of it and the demon burned his nose.

“Ugh, you smell as gross as you look,” Inosuke gagged.

“I won’t let you…” she muttered, repeating it over and over again.

“I won’t let you separate me from any more of my children!” she stretched, revealing large whited out eyes and a mouth full of pin-like teeth.

Regrowing her arms in an instant, she charged at Inosuke once more, slashing and screeching. Her voice was loud and ear-piercing, causing Inosuke’s ears to ring.

“They’re mine! They’re mine! I won’t let you take them!” she screamed, causing Inosuke to flinch every time he got too close.

“They’re mine! I took them fair and square!” she screeched.

She was so loud Inosuke was starting to get a slight headache. Pushing himself off a tree, Inosuke flew straight at her.

“Beast Breathing, Sixth Fang: Palisade Bite!” he shouted, slicing off her arms.

Stumbling back, she was just barely able to dodge his attack. Getting her mouth sliced instead of her neck.

Panting heavily, the demon was starting to feel drowsy, making it hard to think straight. She was just fine a little while ago, so there was no way she could be this tired already!

That was when she smelt it. A delectable smell.

Before the demon could react, however, Inosuke flung at her once more. Still recovering from his previous attack, the demon’s kelp-like hair flew towards him. As if it had a will of its own, the clumps of slimy black hair reached for Inosuke in an attempt to tie him up. Overwhelming fear only filled her, however, as Inosuke easily cut through them, flying closer and closer.

“Nooo!” she shouted, his cackle ringing in her ears as she shielded her face with her arms.

Squeezing her eyes shut she could hear Inosuke shouting his attack when the sound of metal banging against something hard rang throughout the air.

Opening her eyes, the demon found an extremely large turtle-like creature blocking the attack with its shell.

The delicious smell from earlier was now gone too.

Landing between Inosuke and the demon. The turtle’s body was an amalgamation of human body parts. It had the head of a child whose face had started morphing into a turtle, and its neck and limbs were covered in thick scales. On its back, it wore an extremely large shell, the ridges looking like that of a baby’s face.

“What the-!” Inosuke cursed before the she-demon cried out.

“My baby!” she howled before multiple sharp pricks pierced her back.

Whipping around, the mother demon found multiple darts stuck in her, but not who shot them. While she pulled them out and threw them to the side, the turtle demon didn’t even realize it was also shot while it threw a punch at Inosuke. Despite its size, it was much faster than its mother.

As the fist grew closer, Inosuke felt a cold thin metal wrap around his torso that roughly pulled him back. Twisting his body into a backflip, the metal released him and allowed him to land safely.

“Sleep Breathing, Third Form Modified: Dream Catcher, Catch-and-Rescue!” Makoto breathed.

She was out of breath and dripping in a cold sweat. Where had that turtle come from? She was so focused on staying hidden while wafting the smell of her blood around the island that she hadn’t noticed it emerge from the lake.

Looking up, Inosuke found Makoto’s back to him with the hilt of her sword in her hands. He watched in awe as the 12 toothed metal wipe snapped back together with a flick of her wrist.

That’s when he noticed the cut on her forearm.

“I’m sorry Inosuke, are you alright?!” she shouted over her shoulder, eyes never leaving the pair in front of her.

Snapping out of his daze, Inosuke hollered, “I didn’t need your help!”

“And why are you bleeding?!” he demanded, charging back towards the two demons.

“You don’t have to concern yourself with that, we have to defeat these two!” Makoto responded, dodging the question while looking for the demon’s weaknesses.

“You didn’t answer my question!” Inosuke snapped before getting cut off by the turtle demon.

It lunged at them, aiming to crush the two demon slayers under its fists when they dodged.

Stumbling, the mother demon cursed, “You brat! What did you shoot at me?!”

She was starting to see double and the world seemed to spin. Each breath she took seemed to grow shorter and shorter, and gravity on land only grew heavier.

“The lake! I need to get back to the lake!” she panted, panic settling in her bones.

“You’re not going anywhere!” Inosuke declared, running towards her only to get intercepted by the turtle again.

Jumping back, Inosuke growled, “That stupid thing is annoying!”

Charging at it once more, his blades only violently rang out as they hit its back or arms.

“The stomach! Its weak point is its stomach!” Makoto shouted, readying her sword as she realized it was protecting its soft underbelly.

“I already know that!” Inosuke shouted, charging towards the demon once more.

Steeling her nerves, Makoto didn’t have time to overthink or hesitate. She knew what she was getting into when she decided to become a demon slayer, Sanemi warned her countless times.

Turning her sword to herself, the two demon’s snapped their heads to her. The smell of her blood drew their attention away from Inosuke.

Instantly, the strong smell of flowers flooded their noses. Lilac, Jasmine, Lavender, and Roses among the disgusting amount of scents. It was so strong, even Inosuke could vaguely smell the floral scent hidden under the iron of blood.

The mother demon was practically crawling at this point towards the lake as her child’s movements slowed. Bringing a hand up to cover its nose, the turtle demon let out a loud roar.

“Inosuke now!” Makoto cried, grabbing the hilt of her sword and running forward.

“Don’t tell me what to do!” he hollered.

“Beast Breathing, Second Fang: Rip and Tear!” he shouted, slicing the turtle's belly open.

“My baby!” the mother demon screeched, looking over her shoulder.

Landing on top of the turtle, Inosuke’s eyes were barely able to catch the blur that sped past him towards the remaining demon.

Reaching out for the now shrinking turtle, the demon’s eyes widened as she was suddenly surrounded in a soft, floral mist. In front of her, was herself. The image of who she was before becoming a demon. In her arms, she cradled the child she had lost many years ago.

“Yoshi…” she croaked, only to snap back reality.

“Sleep Breathing, Fourth Form: Sleep Paralysis,” Makoto whispered, slicing the demon’s neck in one, swift motion.

Rolling to soften her landing, Makoto stood up. Looking back as the mother demon’s body collapsed to the ground, her head didn’t fall far.

“Yoshi…!” she cried, tears pouring from her eyes.

“No, please! Please stop! You’ll kill ‘em!” she begged, trying to drag her body towards Inosuke and the tiny turtle.

“The hell ya yapping about?!” Inosuke snapped, realizing Makoto had played him.

She had planned this. She used those special smells of her to mess with the demons while Inosuke fought. While hiding, she pinpointed their weaknesses from their fight and planned accordingly. But the worst part?

He didn’t sense a single drop of bloodlust from her during their entire fight.

Following the demon's outstretched arm, Makoto turned to the crying turtle under Inosuke’s foot. The mother demon was desperately reaching for it, but the sleep darts Makoto had shot into her body had already taken effect.

Sheathing her sword, Makoto made her way over to Inosuke. Softly pushing him aside, she ignored his irritated comments and picked up the crying turtle. The two demons were already disintegrating when Makoto placed it into its mother’s arms.

Cradling it close, the mother demon cooed, “Shh, shh. It’s okay now, mommy’s got you.”

Despite turning to ash, the mother demon felt no pain as she held her little one close. Rubbing its head, she sang to it lovingly. Its cries softening until they were nothing more than whimpers and gurgles.

Watching the mother demon sing her baby to sleep, Inosuke couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of Deja Vu. The fuzzy memory of being held flashing into his mind. There was a gentle smile that sang something to him.

Kissing her baby one last time, the two’s bodies disappeared. The gentle breeze blowing specks of their ash away.

“It seems… like her baby was of her own creation…” Makoto whispered, her voice lost in her throat.

Controlling her breathing, she stopped the bleeding on her arm. Kneeling down, she simply watched the ash fly away.

Watching the mother demon so desperately cling to her baby reminded Makoto of painful memories. The image of her mother and younger siblings flashed into her mind, but it was nothing compared to that memory.

The most agonizing pain shot through her chest as she remembered everything that happened that night.

Swallowing harshly, Makoto’s throat burned and she was finding it hard to breathe. Gripping her haori sleeve tightly, it took everything she had to not break down right there.

Standing up, Makoto’s hoarse voice snapped Inosuke from his thoughts.

“They’re coming up now,” she forced herself to say, turning to the lake.

Following her gaze, Inosuke waited and watched as nothing happened. About to call her out for lying, he cut himself off as the bodies of seven to ten children slowly floated up from the lake’s debts. All under the age of ten, they were bloated and rotting, clearly drowned.

“I think she tied them down to the bottom of the lake with her hair, the demon I mean,” Makoto explained.

Refusing to turn and let Inosuke see the tears that threatened to spill, Makoto instead pulled out her sword. Flicking her wrist, she easily expanded the blade before turning her head slightly towards him.

“Inosuke, I’m sorry, but can you do me a favor?” she asked, voice softer than normal.

“Why should I?” he huffed, crossing his arms.

“Please?” she simply said, pausing before adding on, “I… don’t want their parents to see them like this.”

Thinking for a long second, Inosuke reluctantly caved in.

“Fine, but only because I’m just that awesome!” he proclaimed, freezing when Makoto finally turned to look at him.

“Thank you,” she smiled. It was sad but warm; genuine and full of gratitude.

Inosuke’s eyes widened behind his mask at the sight. The rising sun casting a halo behind her, and for a second, he thought something otherworldly was standing before him.

After barring the victims of the mother demon and her kimono, Inosuke and Makoto soon left the town. Walking side by side, he silently watched Makoto from behind his mask.

She seemed to be fine, acting the same as she before everything, but Inosuke now noticed a melancholic aura she seemed to have. He wondered if it was something that she had always had, or if he just now noticed it because of the demon they had slain.

Crossing his hands behind his head, Inosuke’s mind wandered back to the demon holding her baby and the memory that had flashed through his mind. He couldn’t help but ponder on where it had come from, and why he suddenly remembered it. If he really focused, he felt like he could almost hear the words that soft smile spoke.

Suddenly screaming, he startled Makoto as he gave up.

“That’s too much thinking!” he growled, frustrated.

“What is?” Makoto softly pried, tilting her head.

“Nothing!” he snapped, a puff of steam blowing out of the boar mask’s nose.

They were quiet after that, Inosuke busy grumbling under his breath. After a minute of this, Makoto took a deep breath before running in front of him. He merely gave her a confused grunt as she walked backward, hands behind her back.

“Inosuke, I wanted to thank you,” she started, only confusing the boy more.

Bringing her hands close to her chest, Makoto looked away ashamed, her cheeks tinting the slightest shade of pink.

“You see, despite being a swordsman, I’m not really good at confrontation. If it were just me up against that mother demon and her child, I’m not sure I would have survived,” she explained.

Looking back up at him, Inosuke felt his stomach flutter at Makoto’s smile. She had smiled at him before, but the way her lips pulled up and her eyes made little crinkles made him feel like he was air.

“Thank you for being there, I couldn’t have done it without you,” she laughed, causing the boy’s heart to skip a beat.

“Stop that!” he suddenly shouted, catching Makoto off guard.

“Huh?” she blinked confused.

“What’s with you! You’re so weird! Stop making me giddy!” he babbled, rushing past her.

Just like when they first met, Makoto was left behind not knowing what just happened. Staring at him surprised, she was only able to catch bits and pieces of what Inosuke was shouting about. Despite this, a tired, yet amused laugh slipped past her lips as she chased after him.

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#demon slayer #kimestu no yaiba #demon slayer fanfic #kimestsu no yaiba fanfic #oc x canon #oc/canon #Inosuke/oc #Inosuke x oc #fluff #angst #slow burn #Like the Sun and the Moon #manga spoilers

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Something wicked this way comes.

@umbralaperture

I played around in the land of Limbo for this holiday short. Forgive me for my terrible sense of humour, my dear.

Warnings: fluff and ominous forboding

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Something Wicked this way comes

Holidays and seasons were creations on Prime. They served to mark the passage of time and stave off the boredom of existence whilst creating distractions from daily obligations such as work and paying bills. At least that was how most of the residents in the twelve realms saw it. Here holidays that were celebrated on Prime were not common and treated as a kind of novelty. They were lavishly over emphasised versions of whatever was deemed the norm for mortal humans.

When the Princess of Limbo came into power these events that hitherto had only been recreated through descriptions passed on from word of mouth by someone who had documented the drunken ramblings of returning foot soldiers that had spent a full cycle on Earth and were eagerly regaling the scribes with the tales as more welcoming ales were handed to them. Now there was someone who had lived the events first hand and could present the real deal to them.

“I really don’t get why we are doing this.” Yukimura grumbled as he sunk the dagger in his hand into the tender flesh of the bright orange gourd.

“Oh, quit complaining and just do it already. Quicker it’s done the quicker we can get back to doing everything else.” Hideyoshi replied even though he was also struggling to understand why this was a fundamental part of a holiday. But it if was what the Princess wanted; he was more than happy to oblige.

“What are you carving anyway?”

“It’s a face. Sadie said you carve faces into these things.” Hideyoshi held the pumpkin to head height turning it to face front and show off his handy work.

“That’s a face?” Yukimura hid nothing of his shock allowing his jaw to drop at the creation being displayed.

“Of course. Why what do you think it looks like?” Hideyoshi arched his brow questioningly.

“You really don’t want me to answer that.” Yukimura muttered returning to his own creation, whittling away layers of the skin to produce a more three-dimensional look to its design.

“Have you two finished your little task yet?” A cheerful voice called out from the door as the owner entered with all the grace of a slithering snake.

“Nearly. How did setting up the audience hall go?” Hideyoshi replied while he added in a few things he had just thought of that should clear up the confusion over his pumpkin.

“Finished. I had a little bother removing some stains from the large cauldron but after Masa’s dragon helped jet wash it, it was a piece of cake. I must say Yukimura that is a splendid looking Pumpkin.” Mitsuhide bent down and peered over the to men’s shoulders showering praise on the younger one.

“Thank you.”

“And Hideyoshi…?” Mitsuhide turned to look at the second pumpkin for a little longer. Yellow eyes taking in the details carved out of the giant vegetable.

“Yes?”

“… well at least you tried.” Mitsuhide patted Hideyoshi’s shoulder as if consoling a child that had just lost some sort of race in school.

“Why you!”

“How’s it going in here?” Sadie entered carrying some candles.

“It would appear the pumpkins you have requested Princess are complete.” Mitsuhide turned ignoring the imminent threat from Hideyoshi who had stopped at the sight of Sadie from pointing his dagger at the white-haired menace.

“Really? That’s great let’s see them then they need the candles.” Sadie beckoned for the pumpkins taking Yukimura’s first and looking at it happily.

“You could just use some of your talents to create the light, couldn’t you?” Yuki picked up one of the candles and looked at it as if checking to see if it was really just a candle.

“I could but that would be like taking the heart out of the holiday Yuki. Wow, this is great!” Sadie traced over the intricate carving with her index finger.

“You said it had to have a face on it.” Yuki blushed a shade of crimson and rubbed his hand at the back f his neck avoiding eye contact. It made Sadie giggle as even after all this time he still could get so embarrassed easily over nothing much at all.

“I had no idea you could carve like this though it almost looks like a real gargoyle. And Yoshi…” Sadie put down Yuki’s pumpkin in favour of Hideyoshi’s turning it over and over in her hands as she tilted her head this way and that to look at the pattern.

“Before you say it I know. I have been told it doesn’t look like –” Hideyoshi began what was about to become a formal apology for failing in his task only to be cut off in his endeavour.

“It looks just like a Picasso. How fabulous! I mean there is an eye there and one here too. It’s wonderful.” Sadie beamed a happy smile that had any retort from the others dying in their throats.

“I thought you said they had to be faces.” Yuki asked as he was the first to snap out of his confusion and drew closer to get a better look at the “fabulous” pumpkin.

“Well, they are just different styles. Besides faces is tradition on pumpkins but lots of other things are also carved on them too. Dragons, bats, witches…” Sadie happily explained as she placed another candle into the second pumpkin and lit it.

“I wonder what our dear Hideyoshi would pleasure us with on his next attempt…” Mitsuhide drolled teasingly.

“Say that again snake and I’ll show you first hand.” Hideyoshi muttered just loud enough for the other man to hear him.

“Promises, promises.”

“What is up with you two today? You are fighting worse than usual.” Sadie asked. Both men had been like this all day. In fact, it had been since the previous night where she had asked Mitsuhide to help with the planning and decorating as Hideyoshi was busy with other work and Mitsuhide had requested some time to ask her questions about the requirements so they had spent a half-hour alone in her office discussing it all.

“Nothing at all.”

“Uhuh. Well anyway. Let’s go put these at the gate so the visitors can see them.” Suddenly realising the reason behind the tension Sadie smiled and sent out some calming emotions to them through the bond. The men visibly relaxed and followed after her.

“Oh, Sadie!” Hideyoshi called out about to grab back his pumpkin that was being carried by the Princess.

“Yes?”

“No nothing…” He pulled back his hand and tried to ignore the new sensation bubbling up in him.

“Feeling a little embarrassed are we Prince?” Mitsuhide hissed.

“Shut up!”

“If you two are going to start kissing or something can you warn me so I can get out the way? I have enough dealing with Shingen and all his antics without that as well today.” Yukimura cast out his words as he brushed past the bickering men and made his way to the gates with Sadie.

The audience chamber was decorated in coloured paper streamers and bunting, the autumnal harvest display alongside the abundance of candy looked like something out of a glamour magazine on Prime. It was perfect.

There was a bucket set up to bob for apples. Sugar doughnuts hung on strings from a washing line so you could eat them with your hands held behind your back. Mitsuhide had even cleaned up a few cells in the dungeon and set them up as a part of a haunted house. Something that was later inspected and deemed too dangerous by Orion and therefore shut down.

Creatures from all over the realms had paid a visit and received their treats and now it was down to the last few guests. The ones that would stay and drink till dawn. Dannie came bouncing in her vibrant hair offsetting the rainbow spiderweb pattern on her costume perfectly. Her luminous pink wings fluttered as she ran into the room.

“BOSS!” She practically jumped into Sadie’s arms as she wrapped her up in a big hug. You would have thought they hadn’t seen each other in years not just a few months.

“Dannie! I’m glad you made it.”

“Well, I had a little help.” Dannie looked over at the devil that entered the room. He had put on a pirate costume for the evening and Sadie had to admit it suited him, and not just because of the eye patch.

“Thanks, Masa.”

“No problem. I found her jumping around in the street.” He laughed patting Dannie on the head before moving towards Yasu and joining him in grabbing a candied apple.

“In the street?” Sadie looked worriedly at Dannie.

“I was not jumping around in the street! Ok, you know the Irish pub on the corner by work? They were having a singles night and –” Dannie animatedly tried to dispel the worry albeit in a rather flustered fashion.

“Ha-ha, it’s cool honestly. You look nice. Cobweb fairy?”

“Rainbow cobweb fairy if you please.” Dannie put her hands on her hips giving her best sassy attitude performance she could. The heels of her flower-patterned combat boots clicked on the stone making it seem even funnier.

“Well, naturally I apologise.” Sadie laughed causing Dannie to start laughing as well.

“AUNTIE!” Happy voices shouted loud in the room bouncing off the vaulted ceiling.

“Alcaeus! Saffie!” Sadie turned to scoop up the two little Angels. Alcaeus had the same flame-red hair like his mother, his father’s eyes and smoke grey wings. Saffie was the perfect representation of an angel, fluffy white wings with silver hair but she had the same magnetic amber flame hued eyes as her mother.

“Hey, you two little monsters don’t just run off from the gate leaving your Dad and me behind!” The angel of mercy appeared a little out of breath but smiling.

“Good to see you Aerion.”

“You too Sis.”

“Aerion!”

“Wha—Ack! Orion you’re going to dislocate a wing.” Orion in a slightly drunken display had grabbed his big sister in a bear hug. Sadie made a mental note to check the level of alcohol in the punch bowl or at the very least check to see if Orion’s cup had been spiked with something that affected only angels. It might be a family gathering but they were all living with demons and devils after all.

“Oh thank heaven’s you found them.” Uriel rushed in behind his wife openly sighing when he saw the two children clinging to their aunt.

“Uriel this is my plain you can hardly lose these two and even if you did I would find them.”

“I know I’m sorry.”

“Such a worrywart.” Aerion elbowed him in the ribs something he took easily before helping to get her released from her brothers embrace.

“Hey, you cherubs want to bob for apples?” Shingen called out from over by the games. Kenshin was sitting opposite him waiting for the tall redhead to make his move on the chessboard.

“YAY!” both angels ran over and were joined by Masa and Ieyasu. Masa explaining what to do and Ieyasu standing by with a towel reminding them not to drown or it would give him more work in the infirmary.

“Nobunaga don’t eat all the candy.” Hideyoshi could be heard with his usual reminder.

“Shingen that goes double for you two.” Yukimura echoed the demand causing everyone to chuckle.

“Hehe, it’s hard to see who the kids are and who are the grown-ups isn’t it?”

“Vad you made it.”

“Well large crowds are not my thing but you make allowances for family.”

“Well said.”

In the courtyard, the soul beasts were enjoying their own collection of treats and looking fondly at the bipeds as they partook of games and drinks. One by one the creatures began to drift into sleep.

Mochi curled up into a purple smoke ball held close by Kyrion. Ugo and Gualtero were laying side by side the great hellcat pulling on the furry ninetails to use some of it’s tails as a blanket. Savrog and Kirek had fallen asleep side by side on a branch above the collection of critters their wings touching making their glow look like it was shaped in a love heart. A fact that no one wished to say to the two bickering birds for fear of scorching.

Takeshi-Akshai and Vode were close by. The former in his usual corgi sized form was curled up on one of Kenshin’s capes. Zilli was enjoying the dancing shadows in the audience chamber and played a few pranks on the children where they would make things float around and tickle them.

Sheverosh waited for a time before he moved away from the group and made his way to the roof. Something that Sadie had not failed to sense. As soon as the party had lulled into something close to the end she made her way to join him.

“Did you enjoy your holiday Sadie?” The great dragon enquired from the battlements.

“Yes, it was great. I mean it wasn’t exactly as it was on Prime but it was better than nothing. Why are you up here?”

“Clearing my head. I find that there are times that it is a little difficult to maintain myself in large groups. I have been alone for some time after all.” Sheverosh explained eloquently something that was certainly relatable.

“You too huh? I mean I get it. I obviously prefer to be surrounded by people I care for than to be alone but I get it there are just sometimes you want to be alone and hit that reboot button.”

“Reboot?” The dragon turned to look at Sadie his golden scales shimmering like golden grass in a summer breeze.

“It means to recharge and have some you time so you can get up the next day and be you again the next day. So, I guess we aren’t dissimilar.” Sadie smiled and looked out over the castle wall to the land that had become her home.

“No, we aren’t. I too would prefer the company to being alone but you are right there are times you crave solitude in the chaos.” Sheverosh nodded solemnly.

“Think we’re in the wrong plain for that.” Sadie chuckled maintaining her focus in the distance. Something was on the horizon she felt almost sure of it but for the time being, it was beyond her sight.

“Perhaps we are. But it’s a good balance.” Sheverosh turned to look in the same direction joining her in her nightly observations.

“Yes, it is.”

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Tang Shen Raised Turtles AU / The Kasaiko Family AU

tldr; this au features tang shen now known as shen kasaiko as she raises the tmnt while balancing life as a vigalante called “ the patronus “ and eventually “ the patronus and the patrons “ after the boys join her . splinter / yoshi is a police officer , miwa is emo , and the foot is a mafia level group of organized crime in the new york area .

TANG SHEN AND THE TURTLES

so i’ve been working on a side verse for my tang shen/moriko so i love the idea of my old shen verse having the wild child shen who fell for yoshi but this verse is a different spin on things . shen was a kid in a neighboring clan and found herself in a romeo and juliet situation , constantly sneaking out to the hamato clan and falling for the young and wild yoshi . she was not one to be tamed , but a dreamer . always wanting more than clan life and to start a family in the us where they could leave their lives behind along with clan rivalries and alliances . that was when she found herself pregnant with the child of yoshi but still in japan .

it didn’t take long for her family to find out and she was pushed out of her clan and hesitantly taken in by the hamatos . yoshi had agreed with her plan to leave the country and start a new life but was always reluctant every month was , next month , and every questioning led to “ another time “ . shen had grown tired of the waiting and found herself venting to saki , yoshis brother . she had no idea how hard he’d fallen for her till it was too late , her daughter was born and it became another excuse , she wasn’t “ old enough to travel “ . it had all run on too long in her eyes and after one too many vents she had started packing her things and saki was set on fixing things his way .

that night a fight broke out between brothers and shen realized what had happened . she threw herself into the crossfire and was impaled , and trapped in the rubble of the fire . by a yokai miracle the blades had missed her vitals and she fled the village , collapsing in the woods . awoken by a yokai in the shape of a scaled temptress who had kept her alive and tended to her wounds she was told there would be nothing left for her at the village . she didn’t want to belive it so she snuck in and was greeted by four graves , hers , her daughters , and the hamato brothers . she ran , it was all she could do . the clan had been unable to find their bodies in the rubble of the building that was now ash , and after a week of them all being missing they were forced to assume the worst . the yokai had kept shen from dying but allowed her to comatose for several days and hid her from the clan that had put her in the scenario .

fleeing to america she started a new life changing her name to shen kasaiko and trying to introduce herself to western civilization and find her place . it didn’t take her long to find work as a strong independent woman who didn’t give up . her first jobs were in construction , metalworking and woodworking . she was looked down upon by many for her brash and stubborn adittude , she was learning quickly that new york was almost as bad as clan life . her destiny was set in stone one night when walking home alone and witnessing a woman being held at gunpoint in a back alley .

she interjected and ended up with a bullet wound in her side , by yokai intervention she was lucky once more and survived . during her recovery she lost her job at the local construction site but was put on a break by her more hobbyistic jobs at the local forge and depot . she had been working so much to avoid grieving and now house bound was more lonely and sad than ever . that was when she defied doctor orders and paid a visit to the local pet store . when she got there she discovered five turtles of different types and sizes , thy were each the last left behind of their clutches and to big to be sellable to any local kids they’d be thrown out soon . and despite knowing nothing about turtles let alone different species of them she made an impulse buy despite the fact she was a large fan of the axolotls in the store , and decided to bring all five of the turtles home in the undersized tank they probably shouldn’t have been sharing at the time .

on her way home she had a run in with a group of men who looked more like cia clones than locals and ended up covered in some sort of toxic looking slime . it burnt her skin and left her screaming in pain . she managed to hide behind a dumpster with the ten gallon tank held to her chest . after a few hours she woke up still there , luckily unfound . at this point her personal angel or more accurately described the yokai who had fallen smitten with her had stuck her neck out again despite shen growing angrier and angrier with her sudden appearances , one last reminder of her old life . a reminer that she resented despite its helpfulness .

making her way home she put the tank on the mantle at her flat and fell asleep again , the next morning she woke up to find an empty tank . and five child like turtles surrounding her , feeling as if she’d woken in a fever dream she just laid there slowly realizing her gunshot wound was gone and her skin was vaguely brighter , brushing it off she got up and made herself breakfast . afterwards she came back to her room and after stubbing her toe she was certain it wasn’t a dream . but there she was a single woman with five turtle children . five yokai maybe ? she wasn’t sure but she had a feeling her life would only get weirder , so after setting up the tub she moved them to the bathroom and began her journey in raising them .

she used the time she should have been bedridden to baby proof her house and find a job as a local self defense coach , teaching other women to defend themselves and eventually how to wield and protect . seeing victim after victim walk through her doors as she juggled her job , hobbies , and trying to find out what her turtles were she figured someone should do something about new york , and if the nypd wouldn’t she would . she adopted a secon alias , the patronus . defending those who the nypd wouldn’t defend she took on the vigilante title becoming a wanted criminal , but never a bad guy .

over time she raised the turtles to eventually join her in her pursuits and defend those who had no voice . however before she could raise them she had to name them , giving each a signature color and the only reminder of her past life she wanted . she named them after her fallen yoshi’s favorite artists and sculpture . she would be there for them and she wouldn’t lose anyone again . they were raphael , donatello , michaelangelo , leonardo , and venus demilo of the kasaiko family .

SAKI AND THE FOOT

saki had not died as his clan , brother , and shen believed . after his loss he fled to the place the object of his affection dreamed of , new york . he would start his own clan there and make his own legacy . after an afair with a russian circus performer he was left with a daughter of his own , pimiko . she was his closest possession and weapon , he would raise her to be better , better than yoshi and his clan however , to bake a cake some eggs must be broken , and if he wanted her to be indestructible he’d have to subject her to the kraangs knife , giving them the test subject they desired . a child whose dna was unstable and allowed her to painfully refert after every mutation , giving her the option to fuse with others via mutation and heal herself but only at the risk of her sanity . the foot never noticed the patronus till later years when the turtles were raised and she had a small masked army , starting a rivalry that would tear their families apart .

YOSHI AND MIWA

yoshi had fled with miwa forced to leave his wife so their daughter would survive . after traveling to new york he found himself a single father in a fast paced world . he spent his first few years working at a dojo that failed financially and somewhat broke his heart with it . that was when he saw the nypd was hiring . as he threw himself into cop work him and his daughter grew farther apart resulting in her turning to the internet and getting involved in goth , scene , and alternative crowds . taking up tagging as a hobby and constantly getting in trouble only leading her father to worry more and more , dealing with his emotions the only way he knew how , by throwing himself into his work . that was when he was put on the partronus’s case and was set on delivering justice . he was thrown a hard ball when he discovered his own daughter was a patronus fan driving a further wedge in their relationship , especially since now he’d uncovered a crime ring bigger than the force , one it seemed no one wanted him to find , the foot .

#// .& char tag / kasaiko / tang shen ! daughter of flames bringer of pain . //#// .& musing | kasaiko ! tang shen //#// .& aes | kasaiko ! tang shen //#// .& visage | kasaiko ! tang shen //#// .& char tag // karai ! sister from the other side //#// .& char tag // splinter ! a father . a brother . loved by another . //#// .& char tag // shredder ! misleader . star reaper //#// .& maoyin ! tracking #// .& visage | maoyin //#// .& visage | tang shen ! moriko //#// .& visage | splinter #// .& char tag // leo ! teachers pet and better yet //#// .& char tag // donnie ! coffee craving cataclysm //#// .& donnie ! tracking #// .& char tag // raph ! misunderstood chaotic good //#// .& char tag // mikey ! underestimated overachiever //#// .& char tag // michael ! screaming underwater is like screaming in space . no one’s coming . //#//#.& v | ts : 003 kasaiko / tang shen //#// .& art #// .& my art #tmnt #TMNT 2012 #tmnt rp #teenage mutant ninja turtles rp #// .& venus | venusdcmilo

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iamapoopmuffin · 5 years

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Fandom: Nanbaka/Corpse Party (crossover) Genre: Horror Characters: Hajime Sugoroku, Samon Gokuu, Kiji Mitsuba, Kenshirou Yozakura, Jyugo, Uno, Nico, Rock, Tsukumo, Liang, Upa, Qi, Honey, Trois, Musashi, Sachiko Shinozaki, Ryou Yoshizawa, Yuki Kanno, Tokiko Tsuji, Yoshikazu Yanagihori, Yoshie Shinozaki, Takamine Yanagihori, some OCs to take the role of Kizami later on instead of actual Kizami Includes major character death.

Chapter 12 of ?

When Samon Gokuu had woken up in this place, he'd immediately realised his luck was at an all time low. Not only was this place obviously dangerous from the first glance, but of all the people he had to be trapped in a mysterious murder house with, of all the people fate had to push him into, and have wake him up with no manner or decorum, it had to be Hajime fucking Sugoroku.

Once they were both awake, they'd argued over their priorities in this place were. Then, they'd argued over which direction to go in first. The priorities they'd decided on were to search for the inmates, search for an exit, and gather information about their situation. As they explored, they found plenty of papers detailing bits and pieces, most of them scrawled on by half-sane victims trapped within the confines of what was apparently a haunted school. Messages to friends, messages to 'whoever finds this note', frantic scrawlings from a desperate mind, last words meant to point fingers at those who had wronged them. Little of use, other than to say it didn't look like there was much in the way of escape. Some notes spoke of being hunted down by ghosts holding weapons, or of their companions going insane and cutting them down. The most useful thing they found lying around in the halls was a newspaper clipping talking about a kidnapping.

It wasn't until they reached a room labelled 'Reference Room' that they found anything of use. When they opened the door, they found a room stacked with books, folders and old newspapers, some old, some modern. It looked like the books were taken from the school bags of some of the students who had died here - several stacks of work books with different names scrawled across them, text books and library books with the name of the library or school they'd come from on the inside cover. Hajime began sorting through the old newspapers, looking for any articles of use. Samon found himself looking at each of the books that didn't seem to belong.

"Follow up report." Hajime read aloud as he realised he had something relevant in his hands. "Says here the four kids that got kidnapped were murdered by the teacher. Cause of death was the removal of the tongues, causing death by excessive bleeding or choking. One child had the majority of her head removed, everything from the jaw up, like that one kid described the 'ghost' that was chasing her. All these newspapers and notices make reference to the school and area Number 99 spoke about in that stupid ghost story he told. Sounds like one of those stupid horror movies where you get trapped in a ghost's grudge or something like that." He looked to Samon, saw him flicking through a pink spiral notebook. "Anything useful in that?"

"Scrawled notes from some self-proclaimed ghost-hunter or supernaturalist." Samon answered offhandedly. "Most of it's about different sights, haunted hospitals, old churchyards, shit like that. Ah!" He stopped on a page. "Heavenly Host Elementary School. Shinozaki estate...super haunted...severe physical effects against the researcher...significant danger involved in research." He skimmed through the page until he found something of use. "In order to enter the cursed grounds of Heavenly Host, one only needs to anger the spirits involved. Incorrect performance of the Shinozaki charm or gossip of the spirit's death may suffice. So this girl is basically saying we're here because 99 told a ghost story. Okay...method of egress...is blank." He sighed, turned the page, and frowned. The next page was coated in bloodied fingerprints and strange marks. The writing became more frantic and messy as it went on. "...Something something girl in red dress...ghost children...ah. The ghost hunter murdered someone while she was here." That was where the notes ended, so he closed the book and went looking for another one that might be of use.

"Shinozaki..." Hajime had picked up another paper. Skimmed through it. "Says here that Sachiko Shinozaki wasn't killed."

"What?"

"She was still alive when the police got to the scene. It was with her testimony that authorities were able to convict Yanagihori of the murders of the other three children...Yanagihori was deemed unable to take responsibility for his actions and was sent to a high security psychiatric hospital." He shuffled through a few more papers. There were reports about and interviews with the families of both the victims and perpetrators.

There was nothing about Sachiko Shinozaki.

Odd. Not a single mention was made of her or her family following the incident and the arrest. Had the family been relocated for safety? Had the journalists been kept away?

"The girl, the supernaturalist, put a lot of emphasis on Shinozaki." Samon pointed out. "The haunted Shinozaki estate, the Shinozaki charm, the Shinozaki grudge...I guess it's possible she tried to curse someone out of anger after witnessing all that..."

"There's nothing else about her after that. It says here journalists tried to force their way into Tsuji's father's place of work in order to interview him, so they clearly didn't care too much about their privacy."

"They never do." He picked out a book and read the name scrawled on the front. It was another journal someone had brought in with them, and the kanji seemed familiar. "Ki...biki Kou...I think. It's the name of the person the supernaturalist mentioned. The one she murdered when she came here." He flicked it open to a random page, shook his head and started flicking through for anything of use.

"The perpetrator is reported to have escaped his hospital and hanged himself. At least we know what happened to him." He tossed the last paper aside with a sigh. "Anything in that guy's journal?"

"The four missing children were found in a disused basement room, officially sealed away after construction." Samon read word for word from the journal, sounding disinterested. "When authorities gained entry, they were greeted with an inhumanely horrific sight. Based on the evidence at hand, the murder weapon was determined to be a large pair of sewing scissors found in the hands of the accused. Investigators suspected some hesitation on the man's part, as the victims' wounds indicated his full strength had not been used. Nonetheless, it was clear he had acted with extreme malicious intent. Cause of death was listed as loss of blood following removal of the tongues, but the truth is not so clinical, or if it can be believed, not quite as pleasant." He hesitated. The next part detailed exactly how each child had been killed. To cut it short, he could just say each was stabbed repeatedly. "The details are taken from information previously unreleased to the public. Uhh...bearing witness to this all was seven-year-old Sachiko Shinozaki, in many ways the most pitiable and long-suffering one of them all. It was through her tearful and frightened testimony that Yanagihori was officially charged. Going back to information on this unfortunate girl's whereabouts, it is understandable that sensitive information pertaining to her and her family would be withheld. What is harder to understand, however, is that there's not even the slightest trace of this information to find...as if it never existed..."

"As if it never existed?" Hajime got to his feet and stretched. "So the records were destroyed?"

"Maybe." Samon scanned a few more pages. "Says here the perpetrator had no motive for the crime, and was seen as a friendly and gentle soul before this event. His father was the principal. Around the time of the murders, Takamine Yanagihori began speaking gibberish, scrawling nonsense on the walls, hiding in his office and acting severely paranoid, so it's believable that his son also simply 'lost his mind'."

"I don't think these murder reports are doing us any good."

"The fact that they're plastered all over the place must mean something..."

"But until we find out what makes them so significant, we can't really take much from all this."

"Hang on, there's another mention of curses in here."

"You believe in curses?"

"No, but there's something they're calling a curse, some energy, and that's worth something, right? If we can find out what, exactly, that is, we're one step closer to finding a way out." He skimmed through the writing in the journal again. "Here: 'I believe we're looking at a curse far more powerful than anything man could devise. From the day this school first opened its doors, to the day it closed them forever, Heavenly Host Elementary's basement room has existed as some kind of cursed ground. To find the underlying cause, we must go back, back beyond the infamous kidnapping and murder case. Back a whole twenty years. Since the school has been demolished, and another built in its place, it is no longer possible to investigate the basement room directly, but my protege may have discovered the next best thing.' So if we found the basement room of this place, we might have more clues."

"Great. The basement room."

Any further info they tried to seek from within the reference room brought them no closer to understanding their situation or the way out. Some more arguing on their next move, and they found themselves walking across the second floor, towards where they were sure they'd seen an infirmary before. It made sense to make a place like that a base to meet up in, since it would have some fairly important supplies. It was as they crossed toward the east side of the building that the two of them saw their first ghost.

It was a little boy, stood on the far side of a hole in the floor, staring at them. Following gut instinct, Samon pulled the brim of his cap low and avoided looking at the child's face. Something inside him just told him it would be a bad idea. The child called out to them, garbled words, barely words at all, as if he was making sound with no way to shape it.

As if he had no tongue.

It had stated, in the info that Samon had read but not read aloud, that the killer had removed his victims' tongues, like some kind of trophy. It was as if this was one of the victims, though without seeing the boy's face, Samon couldn't say anything for sure.

"Whatever you do, do not look him in the eye." He warned Hajime as he continued walking.

"You couldn't have mentioned that before?!"

"Did you seriously just look that thing in the eye?!"

Turning swiftly on his heel, Samon found Hajime stood opposite the ghost child, rigid and with a look somewhere between fury and bewilderment on his face. He was definitely looking the thing in the eye, and he wasn't blinking.

The ghost boy spoke again. "Cmmme wupffmeee..."

He took a step towards the hole.

"Hajime?" Another step. "Hajime! What the hell are you doing now?"

"I...can't...control it. I can't stop!"

Samon moved closer, trying to survey the situation. The child was occupied with Hajime, and likely wouldn't meet his eyes if he looked at his face, but he would still rather not chance it, and kept his field of vision low. The child had his hand outstretched, as if he was beckoning his victim closer, over to where the wood got weaker, over into the hole. Of course, if Hajime kept walking, he would all too soon find himself falling. The guard was pretty resilient, so there was every chance he would survive such a fall, but it was best to avoid testing that theory out.

Step. Step. Step. He seriously couldn't stop, no matter how hard he tried to fight it. It was almost as if the moment he'd made eye contact with that child, he'd been taken over. Loathe as he was to appear lacking in the willpower department, he really couldn't struggle against this. Nothing he tried to do seemed to have even the slightest affect.

Hajime felt a tug on the back of his uniform. An arm around his waist, trying to haul him back. Samon was trying to pull him back away from the hole. Step. Step. Step. He heard boots dragging against the wooden floor as Samon failed to keep him still, got dragged along after him. His toe tipped over the edge of the hole. One more step and he would fall. All he could see was the wide eyes of the child with no tongue.

And then nothing. Black in his vision. He wasn't falling, he wasn't walking, and it seemed something was over his eyes. It took him a moment to register what, exactly, had happened. Realising that it was eye contact keeping Hajime under control, Samon had thrown one arm over his eyes to break that contact. And by some stupid miracle, it worked. He heard the child hissing at them, and felt Samon attempt to step back. Hajime followed, stepping back a few times in time with him, and then turning away from the hole suddenly enough that Samon, raised up on his toes in order to cover the taller man's eyes, overbalanced and hit the floor. He managed to recover well, and was up on his feet again almost instantly.

"You asshole! You did that on purpose!"

"You're seriously going to start whining now?! What did you expect me to do, walk backwards for the rest of my life?!

"If you weren't dumb enough to look that thing in the eye, we wouldn't have that problem in the first place!"

"If you knew it was dangerous, you should have said!"

"I did say!"

"Yeah, and only seven years too late!"

"Quit exaggerating, you dumb gorilla!"

"Who're you calling a gorilla?!"

When the boy across the hole started to moan, the two guards seemed to have a silent agreement pass between them to walk as they continued their argument, and to spew abuse at each other at a lower volume.

Focused as they were on trading verbal blows, they let their feet carry them across to the east side of the building, eventually coming out at the corridor leading to the infirmary and science lab. In this dimension, too, the splattered remains decorated the far wall, and the guards gave the blood and whatnot a wide berth. Trying the door to the science lab wielded little result. The door was locked, and from behind it drifted a peculiar smell. Frying meat, if they had to find a way to describe it. Someone cooking something. Bizarre and out of place.

"An infirmary would be a good place to make base." Hajime stated when the two stepped inside. It was dusty, but free of corpses, and access to medical supplies was nothing to be sneered at. Items littered the floor, and he looked down as one hit his foot. Or, well, his foot hit it. On the floor lay a festival doll, dressed in a red dress and matching bonnet. He glanced over at Samon, who had gone to the back wall, crouched down to look at something else on the floor. "Find something shiny, boy?"

"Shut up!" The monkey stood, holding up what he had found. "Someone's personal effects. Glasses, broken. Look a lot like the ones Number 71 wears, but that doesn't tell us anything for sure. This here is medical, clearly a prescription...if I can find a name...not sure what this is." He turned over the objects in his hands. Hajime looked back at the stupid doll. It looked like something Hitoshi would probably gush over. "Oh shit-!"

Samon was looking at one of the beds. Hajime followed his eye and saw the ghost child curled up in the corner, staring at the bedframe. It was the same child from before.

"Don't look it in the eyes, right?"

"Right. I think it might be following us."

"Guess we can cross off the infirmary for possible safe spaces then."

"We should go."

"Well, duh."

"Turn...west...six...paces..."

The voice came from neither of them. It was a tinny, robotic voice, speaking in a set rhythm. If Hajime didn't know any better, he'd say it was coming from the doll in his hands.

Having apparently come to the same conclusion, Samon came over and poked it. "Six paces west?" He repeated with a frown.

"That's what it said." West, if he was correct, was the door out of the infirmary, so they would have to follow the instructions given that far at least.

"Where do you think it's leading us?"

"It's a doll."

Regardless of his statement that the doll wasn't trying to tell them shit, Hajime kept it with him when they left.

"North...eight...paces..."

Samon turned and began walking toward the pile of guts across the far wall.

"What are you doing, Monkey?"

He stopped, looked back. "Following the doll. And don't call-"

"You want to follow the doll?"

"I-"

"It said eight paces, dumbass. You took nine."

"I did not!"

Hajime counted out eight paces, and even with his larger stride ended up a step behind Samon. "You were saying?"

"Your steps are just too small. You're doing that on purpose!"

"My top priority is not messing with your inability to count, it's to get out of here alive."

"I can count just fine!"

"Bullshit, you can't even count to eight!"

"I took eight steps!"

"East...four...paces..."

"Can you handle counting to four?"

"Hajime!"

It was clear from the specific instructions from the doll that someone was intending to lead them somewhere. Though they couldn't deny something odd was going on here, the sceptical part of their minds tried to come up with some logical explanation for things. It was a prerecorded message intended to start in the infirmary. The ghosts weren't real. That sort of thing. Regardless, Hajime turned the doll over in his hands and found a name written on the back.

Yoshikazu Yanagihori

The killer. Hajime mentally prepared himself for any trap that they may be walking into.

The doll's instructions led them back to the staircase that had taken them up to the reference room. At the last pace, Hajime found himself stood over uneven ground, or rather over a single conspicuous lump in the floor. The guards stared at the doll a moment, awaiting another command. It made a sound, like weeping, but said nothing more. The supervisor tested the bump in the ground with his foot before stepping back and dropping to his knee, choosing to check beneath the warped board. He pulled it up and found a blood stained bag underneath.

The doll spoke once more. "Please...save the children..."

"Save the children?" Hajime repeated as he stood.

"Why would it say that?"

"It belongs to the killer. Or belonged, is more accurate. It has his name sewn to the back. If we take this to be something other than a prerecorded message, since nothing makes sense here anyway...sounds like it could be guilt or remorse over the murders. Since the guy's dead himself, all he can do is lead investigators to any hidden remains." He handed the bag to Samon. "Check what's in that. If it's not him expressing remorse or whatever, it could be anyone's voice, just so long as they want us to save the kids. It could also refer to people trapped here, since the vast majority of bodies here are school kids."

"The bag has a name on it...Yo...Yoshi...zawa? Hard to tell, with the blood." Reluctantly, he opened the bag as told. "Ugh...hidden remains is right...it's a tongue."

"The murderer killed the kids by removing their tongues."

"Actually, according to that Kibiki guy's research, the tongues were removed post-mortem. But if the kids are already dead, why remove the tongue? As a trophy? What does the tongue signify?"

"I don't know...talking? Taste? What are we even supposed to do with the kid's tongue?"

Samon shrugged and drew the bag closed. "The supernaturalist with the pink notebook, she said people were dragged here for pissing off the ghosts or whatever."

"So we make them less pissed off, they let us go?"

"You think?"

"Not really, no. But if the tongue belongs to one of the murdered kids, then with the kid is where it belongs."

"So we give it back to Yoshizawa."

"Exactly."

#There may be another unholy gap after this chapter #my mental health is the lowest it's been since I got back on my meds #so I've not been able to write since finishing this chapter #Victims With Numbers #anyway I'll let you know when I'm feeling like writing again #until then I'll be clearing some posts out of my drafts #also sorry this is such a huge infodump #anyway I sure did enjoy writing these two yelling at each other #and the last guard will turn up eventually I promise you

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(our friends set us up on a blind date as a prank because we don’t like each other but neither of us wants to let them win so ) | Part 7:

( part 1 ) ( part 2 ) ( part 3 ) ( part 4 ) ( part 5 ) ( part 6 )

Weeks pass surprisingly uneventfully, but even amidst the dull boredom, something stays with Winn, nagging at him to pay attention. Alex hadn’t meant anything by her comment, not really, not this time, but it makes clear they have to step up their game if they want to keep this up for much longer. Soon, people will begin to wonder why they never seem to go on “dates”. And god knows the DEO loves a good gossip.

So when Kara asks if they want to go get drinks after work, Winn makes a big show out of telling her no, he can’t, actually, because you see, it’s date night.

The choice of words is important, too. He’s very proud of that. Date night, implying a routine, implying they did this before, implying they go out regularly.

And he thinks Brainy notices it, too, because he smiles from across the table, knowing and private, eyes shining under the lights, before going back to his conversation with Alex.

Kara grins, watching them. “Right, are you guys planning anything big for Valentine’s Day?”

“Sure,” he replies easily, “I’ve got reservations at that fancy french place downtown.”

She coos, shaking his shoulder excitedly, “oh my god, that’s so romantic! You’re taking him back to the place of your first date!”

“Yeah, well, not to brag, but I’m a damn good boyfriend.”

“You are constantly bragging,” Brainy comments, suddenly appearing at his side, “although you’re not incorrect. This time.”

Winn snorts, “thanks, babe.” A foot steps on his, and he has to bite back his snickers, “anyway. We were talking about how awesome I am, right? We should go back to that.”

“No, but seriously, how did you get that reservation? And at Valentine’s Day?” Kara says, gaping, “I heard there’s a month-long wait list.”

He shrugs, stuffing his hands into his pockets, “two months long. But I actually made them back in December? I mean, I was already there anyway, so I asked just to see– who knows, right? And there was a table left, so I took it. Seemed smart at the time.”

“Not at all,” Brainy frowns, apparently not grasping the logic of that, “two months are too far ahead, what if we had broken up?”

“Nah,” Winn grins, swinging an arm around his shoulder, “I thought it was worth the gamble. ‘Sides, I have faith in us, man.”

The frown clears from his face, but Brainy keeps looking at him with surprise– no, that’s not right. Something surprised and disbelieving in his eyes that Winn wishes he had more time to figure out properly–

Someone makes gagging noises nearby, drawing their attention away from each other. It’s Alex, faking a disgusted grimace, “yeah, yeah, we get it,” she rolls her eyes, waving them off, “you guys are disgustingly in love.”

If she wasn’t grinning just like her sister, Winn maybe would be inclined to believe the annoyance on her words, but as it is, Alex isn’t fooling anyone. She’s just as happy for them. And maybe if he hadn’t meant it what he had said earlier– he did have faith in them at the time. Half-drunk and excited with their new plan, he had been absolutely goddam sure they would be able to pull this off– then maybe he would feel a little bad for tricking them.

“It’s a love story for the ages,” he says. His smile slips briefly, but it goes unnoticed.

“Absolutely revolting,” she shakes her head.

Kara elbows her sister, snickering along. “Let them live, Alex,” she keeps a straight face for about a second before adding, “they have a date tonight.”

“You know, I met thirteen-years-old more mature than you two,” Winn tells them matter-of-factly, then turns to Brainy, “are you ready to go? Or do I need to entertain the peanut gallery for much longer?”

“There are no peanuts here,” Brainy gives him a perplexed look, “do you want peanuts?”

Right, he should’ve seen that coming, this one’s on him. “No, it’s just an expression, it means they’re children and their comments are stupid.”

“Oh. It’s a very misleading expression,” he shrugs, “but in that case, yes, we can go now.”

“Great,” Winn claps, whirling around, “shall we?”

“Have a good date,” Kara calls.

“And bring him back before midnight!” Alex adds.

“Will do,” he laughs.

“I have a very important question,” Winn says with a serious expression. He’s just finished locking the door, and Brainy is still hovering nearby. “Have you ever played Mario Kart?”

He throws his keys in the vague direction of the dish by the door, and Brainy follows him into the living room, sitting down on the couch. “I have not. The only games I know of are the ones Kara has brought at Game Nights.”

“Yeah, right, right, she told me you were there a few times,” Winn says, hooking up his game system on the TV. “She also mentioned it was a bit of a learning curve?”

“There were no explosions and no kittens,” he complains, huffing forlornly, “everything is so misleading in this century.”

“Even Scrabble? I thought you would be good at that one.”

“We haven’t had the opportunity to play it,” Brainy says diplomatically and takes the controller passed to him, turning it around curiously.

“Seriously? Kara hasn’t lifted the ban yet?” Winn scrunches up his face, “but then again, we’re still strongly against Mario Kart during Game Night, so. That’s fair, I guess?”

Only sort of, though. Adding the letter s to every completed word on the board just to see Alex slowly go through all five stages of grief does not compare to breaking one’s favorite controller during Mario Kart. The thing was crushed. To smithereens. But he supposes some games are just not meant to be played by a group of very, very competitive people.

They haven’t banned Monopoly yet, though, for some reason.

“Nevermind that,” he shakes his head, focusing on the task ahead, “so. I figured since we gotta stick together for a couple hours, we could just stay here and chill? I’ve got Mario Kart, Netflix, and the pizza place on speed dial.”

“Not Massimo’s?”

“God no, that place is stricken from the records. Giorgino’s two blocks down– and before you ask, yes, I’ve checked and they’re willing to make your weird apples and olives pizza.”

Brainy smiles. “It is the only acceptable flavor of pizza.”

“And people think pineapples were the real crime,” Winn laments.

The familiar song kicks in as the menu pops up, and Winn does his best to explain the game. It’s fairly simple, after all, and it’s not as if they were going straight for the rainbow road. Brainy picks up on it quickly, choosing Luigi as his avatar. Winn, of course, chooses Yoshi because some traditions are meant to be followed. And, weirdly enough, it’s not so bad. Throwing shells at him is very entertaining, watching his confusion as to why he’s suddenly spiraling off the road turn into suspicion turn into really? And that turns into spite pretty quickly.

Because the thing about Mario Kart is that it’s so much more fun when you’re overly competitive– and not gonna lie, both of them are guilty as charged on that one.

“Fuck off,” Winn says, too busy to physically flip him off, “that’s cheating!”

“No, I am merely using the resources available in the game,” Brainy replies calmly.

“I don’t know how yet, but I know you are and I will figure it out,” he threatens, leaning to the right as he makes a curve, “in the meantime–”

“I’ve told you I’m not– wait. What happened? Why have I shrunk?” Brainy glares at him, “and I’m the one cheating?”

Winn laughs.

He had been so prepared for tonight to suck, it’s almost upsetting how well it goes. They don’t argue properly, no more than the usual bickering, which by now it’s mostly fun. Brainy accepts the beer he tips in his direction, humming pleased and somehow not swerving on the road while holding the controller one-handed.

That’s so cheating.

“So, you want that pizza now?” Winn asks, pausing the game.

“I could eat,” Brainy decides after a moment of indecision. He might have been aiming for a nonchalant, cool reply, but his stomach betrays him, growling earnestly, and he sighs, halfway amused, “I meant, yes, I would like that pizza now.”

Hiding his snickers, Winn digs around for his phone, lost somewhere in the mess they made of the coffee table. The pizza place is on speed dial and the teenager on the other end of the line apparently isn’t paid enough to judge his weird ass order.

“Appalling,” he says later, when the two pizzas are laid side by side and the olives stare back at his soul amidst the apples. “God really has left us.”

“Try it,” Brainy tells him, eyebrows raising in clear challenge. He picks up a slice for himself and nudges the box towards Winn.

And well. It is a truth universally acknowledged, that Winslow Schott, Junior cannot back down from a dare, so he sets down his own pepperoni slice and carefully takes the olive and apples, gingerly raising it as if it were a nuclear bomb about to go off in a crowded mall. A deep breath. He takes a small bite, chewing thoughtfully. “Eh, it’s not so bad. I thought it would be worse, to be honest.”

Brainy gives him a victorious smirk, “would this be a good time to say I told you so?”

“It’s never a good time to say that,” he scowls, washing down the taste with beer, “and it’s still weird.”

“I’ll take that as a yes.” They eat in relative silence for a while, and Winn isn’t surprised to see him slowly working his way through the entire pizza. The game is soon switched for some very unrealistic action movie neither of them recognizes, but the explosions do look cool with the electronic soundtrack.

“It’s a shame there are no pizza places in the future,” Brainy comments idly.

“Oh my god, I know, right? I searched everywhere for one, it didn’t even have to be good, the bar was at existing.” Winn says, gesturing broadly with a slice, “and how come there are no bananas, either? And no one even knew what I was talking about, it was like they didn’t even exist! Like, I didn’t look it up because, you know, spoilers, but what happened? Did we all as a species develop a sudden aggressive allergy to bananas and had to destroy all records of the fruit? Is there gonna be another banana apocalypse in the next centuries– what?”

He stops, self-consciously wiping his mouth with a napkin, because Brainy is staring at him strangely. To be fair, everything about all of this is strange. But he caught him doing that before; sometimes at work, Winn will turn to say something, only to find Brainy already looking back. It’s odd and offputting, and honestly? A lot easier to just chalk it up to another one of his quirks and call it a day. That’s probably the explanation anyway. Now, though, Brainy shrugs, “nothing. Do you always feel this passionate about fruits?” A pause. “Did you say another banana apocalypse?”

“Dude,” Winn breathes, sitting up properly because it’s not every day you get to school Brainy about something. “It’s so much less exciting than it sounds, but here’s the thing– “

It’s a little after ten o’clock when he walks Brainy to the door, awkwardly stopping in the doorway. He scratches the back of his neck, “so. I guess it wasn’t all that bad, after all.”

“I suppose it was not unpleasant,” Brainy allows, his lips twitching, “although, I do have a request– next time, may I bring the movie?”

“Sure,” Winn says easily, then stops. He narrows his eyes, “am I going to regret agreeing to this?”

Now, Brainy grins openly, startlingly amused, “well, you’ll just have to wait and see. Good night, Winn. And thank you.”

It’s something in the way he says it that Winn wonders what exactly he’s being thanked for, too warm, too grateful to pass as simply politeness. Still, unwilling to overthink it, he shrugs awkwardly, “no problem, man. See you tomorrow.”

Brainy nods, slipping out the door.

Winn stays there, staring at the end of the hall for another long moment before going back inside.

#brainy #querl dox #brainiac 5 #winn schott #winndox #supergirl fic #when in rome #fake dating au #god i cant believe i rewrote the whole chapter #clearly i hate myself #still feel kinda meh about this one #but oh well #now i shall go back to the asks

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Chris McKinley: Pre-SQUIP

((Penguin: As promised, a somewhat angsty fic for a Somewhat angsty boy :p))

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Today fucking sucks. Maybe I should be lighter on it considering today has barely happened… But no, it already fucking sucks. I woke up late, I didn’t eat, I forgot some of my homework. Everything that could possibly go wrong was just stacking up on top of me. It was so streamlined how wrong everything was going, you could make it a children’s book: Chris McKinley and the Never-Ending Nightmare That Was High-School. Sounds like a best-seller to me!

I pushed my way through the School halls, trying to ignore any passing glances. It was a tad difficult, for some reason my presence attracted a lot of attention… Usually not the good kind, either. They were almost like knives, stabbing right into where everything felt like goo and nothing could make it right. I kept my gaze ahead, noticing a familiar hat among the crowd…. Oh thank god. I picked up my pace, catching up with the hat until I could see the familiar face wearing it.

Unfortunately, I crashed into someone. I stumbled back a bit. I didn’t really have the strength to look up at them.

“Sorry.” I said, trying to move along. However, I only found myself being tugged back. The person glared at me, their teeth were gritted.

“You think you can just go around bumbing into people?” They asked.

“N-no… I was just-” I never got to explain myself, I never do.

“Fucking freak!” Suddenly they shoved me. I felt walls on all sides, and realized I was now in an empty locker. The door slammed on my face. I could hear laughing and sneering on the other side of the door. I shook, I probably would have slouched down if not for the much too short space. I covered my ears, letting my rapid breathing and quiet sobs drown out everyone else.

The crowd eventually quieted down and moved on. I heard someone fumbling with the lock and froze. Who was doing that?… My answer came sooner than I thought. The door swung open again, revealing the same hat and face I had been seeking before.

“You okay, Chris?” Roman asked, outstreatching his hand. I grabbed it, pulling myself out.

“No, but what else is new?” I mumbled, wiping my face. Roman didn’t let go of my other hand, and instead guided me down the hall.

“C'mon… we’re gonna be late for class.” He replied. I could tell by his voice alone he was upset. I let out a sigh, following him as best as I could.

“Thanks for um… Letting me out of there.” I said, managing to flash a small smile. Roman smiled back.

“Hey, you would have done the same for me… Transbros for life.”

“Yeah, Transbros for life.”

After this exchange we’d gone to class…. Which ended up being somewhat uneventful. I’m actually a little greatful for that. What had happened in the halls had been bad enough, I don’t think I could stomach another event like that. Luck seemed to be on my side with that, as I managed to go through most of the day without too much trouble. I honestly thought maybe the universe was trying to apologize…

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I had Drama after school. I wasn’t really much of a performer, But I took my stagecrew duties very seriously. Hell, it was one of the few times in my day I got to hang out with people who liked me (Aside from my classes with Roman).

Me and Anita were currently trying to pry up a very heavy setpiece. The Drama Club got a budget increase this year, so we were actually able to buy extra materials to make slightly more impressive sets.

“Hey, Chris?” Anita called up. I glanced down from the ladder I was currently standing on. “Do you think you could hold this for a few minutes? They need as many people as possible for this next job.”

“Yeah I got it! Don’t worry.” I called back, tightening my grip. The set was currently being held in place by a Rope-Pulley system. Anita had very securely tied down her own rope, but mine still had to be held manually because there simply wasn’t enough of it (There wasn’t enough in the budget for a longer rope, either).

At first, I was managing pretty well with the rope. In fact I was quite confident that there was no way someone could screw this up… Then I noticed the ladder was starting to tilt. I jerked a little, trying to shove it back into the right direction. But, that backfired, and I only caused it to tilt over in the opposite direction. Then, I lost my footing completely…

This next moment was probably one of the most terrifying of my life, Because I was dangling ten feet off the ground with nothing but a rope that was probably older than I was suspending me as I swayed back and forth. So, natually, I screamed. Suddenly the entire room stopped, and everyone’s attention was stuck onto me.

I saw faces starting to merge and swarm together along with various shouts and yells. Suddenly the room filled with nothing but undecernable noises. I could feel my head grow slightly numb as an indescribable sensation shot through my body…. the old, corse rope started to slip through my hands…

Then I felt an arm pull me in. I looked over. Apparently Anita had managed to position the Ladder upright during this time and had Climbed up to get me. I shakily grabbed one of the wooden steps and gripped it with the strength of… Well, A lanky high-school boy in complete shock. I could see Anita mouthing words but I couldn’t bring myself to make them out. Instead I just let her carefully guide me back to the ground.

I could make out a few whispers now… “Who the fuck left Clumsy Chris alone like that?” “That bozo could have wrecked the whole thing.” “Honestly I kinda wish he fell.” I shook my head, trying to block them out again. Anita kept lightly tugging me along until we were outside the auditorium.

“You okay?” She asked when we were finally outside. I nodded, taking a deep breath.

“Y-yeah… Just kind of…. out of it.” I mumbled. Anita’s expression shifted to concern.

“I think you should head home, Chris… You don’t really look like you’re well enough to work.” She said.

“…Yeah, sure.” I mumbled. Really, I had my suspicion she just didn’t want me to hear anything else the club had to say. And the fact she told me to just wait outside while she got my bag further confirmed this… Or maybe she just didn’t want to be seen with “Chris the Clumsy Fuck-up”, not that I blamed her for that.

I noticed something move next to me. I glanced over, seeing a somewhat unfamiliar person… I wasn’t sure who they were, but I was certain I’d seen them in the halls. I glared.

“What do you want?” I snapped. I didn’t wanna hear any more sneers or gross names today. However, the person merely leaned back.

“I’m gonna be frank with you kid, I’ve been observing you. No offense, but you seem like you could use some assistance with your daily life.” I cocked an eyebrow at them.

“What the hell are you going on about?” I asked. The person smirked.

“I was a lot like you once. A loser, a nobody, a clumsy screw-up. I couldn’t talk to anyone or go anywhere without being looked down upon… Then, I got a SQUIP.”

“A… A Slip? Like, from the consoling office?”

“Not a ‘slip’… a 'SQUIP’. It’s a pill-sized computer, you take it and it implants in your brain and tells you how to live without problems.” I looked at him like he was insane.

“That’s… I’m not sure I believe you… Are, are you high right now?” The guy shrugged.

“No, but I don’t blame you for being sceptical. Look, if you really aren’t sure… My dealer, Roy, works at the Bowling Alley in the mall. Tell him ol’ Dusty sent ya, he’ll hook you up for only $200.” Then, the kid turned around, vanishing as quickly as he came… I had to admit, even considering the people who go to this school, this guy seemed pretty sketchy.

But, his story also seemed… Alluring…

—

I ended up heading to Roman’s house once I’d gotten my bag. We lived practically next-door to eachother, and I would have had to pass by anyways. I was over there often enough to where I was basically allowed to walk in whenever I wanted uninvited, though I kept my manners in mind when I did show up.

I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. I picked it up and glanced down at it.

Message from Mom: Working Late. You’re on your own for dinner.

I put my phone away, Sighing. This happened way too often, I dunno why I still didn’t expect it to happen. Maybe I could ask Roman for some chips or something…

I entered Roman’s house to find him and Kaede playing Mario Kart. Yoshi was in first, so I assumed Kaede was currently winning. But, at the last second, Baby Luigi (Roman) pulled through and crossed the line first.

“Damn it!” Kaede Groaned.

“Never underestimate the power of a 3 year old.” Roman said with a shrug.

“Did they ever confirm the age for the babies?” I questioned. The two of them jumped in their seats, glancing at me with a look of terror.

“Jesus! Chris, I didn’t hear you come in.” Roman gasped.

“Don’t you have stage crew today?” Kaede asked.

“Uh, Yeah, We had a really productive day and got enough done to end early. I thought I’d pop in since I was passing by anyways.” I explained. I didn’t really want to talk about what really had happened. Though, they seemed to by this well enough. Even Kaede didn’t seem suspicious, and he was good at noticing these things.

“We’re gonna start another round, You wanna play?” Kaede asked. I flashed my first real smile of the day.

“Sure.” I said, taking a seat between the two of them. I played as Iggy Koopa, a personal favorite of mine. We ended up racing for a while. It was nice to forget how bad my day had been for a little bit, though at the same time I felt distracted by that kid’s words… What if he was telling the truth? Sure, $200 was a little pricy for me… But I did have the money. Hell, it was even in my wallet…

Maybe Kaede knew something about this SQUIP thing? He usually knew about sketchy stuff like this, he’s probably at least heard of it. And if he didn’t know about it than maybe the kid actually was just spreading a story.

“Hey are you guys hungry at all? I think I can get my parents to buy us some pizza…” Roman offered. I snapped out of my thoughts.

“Pizza sounds pretty good right about now.” Kaede said, “What about you, Chris?”

“Uh, sure! That’d be great.” I replied. Well, that took care of my food problem. Roman left the room. Me and Kaede sat in silence for a bit.

“So, you wanna tell me why you really came home early?” He asked. I froze, taking in a sharp breath… Yup, there was no getting past Kaede.

“I may have… Accidentally…. fallen off a ladder…. while I was holding a rope… ten feet off the ground.” I mumbled. Kaede’s eyes widened.

“Holy shit, Are you alright?”

“Y-yeah I didn’t get hurt… Just, scared and confused.”

“Confused?” Kaede questioned.

“Yeah um… See, after the whole ordeal this guy named Dusty came up to me and told me about this thing called a SQUIP? He said it was like, a computer or something… You ever heard of it?” I asked. Kaede’s expression changed again. He glanced over to where Roman had left, then turned back.

“Look, don’t go tellin’ Ro about this alright? I’m only telling you because I trust your judgement on this thing,” He explained, “But, yes… I have heard of it. Some of my cousin’s in Japan told me about it once, apparently one of their friends got one. It’s basically a literal 'Chill Pill’. The thing implants in your brain and talks to you, helps you with whatever you task it with.”

“Yeah, Dusty said something like that.” I confirmed.

“Well, Listen, I dunno where… 'Dusty’, got one… But I’d be careful about these things, alright? For all I know, he just coincidentally made up a story to get a couple of bucks outta you. He might just be spewing something he overheard out of context. Plus, I don’t really know that much about it myself… I might be able to get ahold of my extended family and ask them about it but that could take awhile.” I thought more about it. It almost felt like Kaede wasn’t saying everything… But I didn’t pester.

“Well, thanks anyways… And Don’t worry, I won’t go telling-” I froze, noticing Roman just starting to enter the room. I quickly changed my sentances. “Roman! Yo, we still on for Pizza?” I asked.

“Yeah, But we’re only getting one so… What toppings do you guys want?”

“I’m good with anything… EXCEPT Pineapple, alright Chris?” Kaede teased. I gave a look of faux offense.

“Good sir, Fruit was made for Pizza.” I said,“The minute Pizza Parlors start including strawberries, it’s over for you Fluffs.”

“Ew, Gross!” Roman said, “What if I got it half-cheese half-pineapple? Would that please your angst-driven soul?” I thought about it.

“Yeah, that works… The angst is Very pleased with that decision.” I confirmed. Kaede seemed to be okay with this, too. Roman left again, but came back pretty quickly, and we continued our game while we awaited our food.

—

I left Roman’s house at about 6. He’d probably have let me stay the night if I asked, but I didn’t really want to overstay my welcome. I thought more about this SQUIP thing as I walked… Maybe I could just… try it out for a bit? If it was a computer then that meant I’d have some way of turning it off, right? Unless… It can’t be turned off…

I walked into my room, dropping off my bag. I reached in and pulled out my wallet, starting to count my cash. $250, that was more than enough… Right? I sighed a moment, glancing at some of the posters on my wall. I was seriously considering going for an overpriced tic-tac. This was quite an extreme decision. One poster stared back at me, specifically one of Christian Slater and Winona Ryder. Heathers was a personal favorite film of mine. I had quite a few posters for it around, this one just so happened to have the honor of being the first thing I saw when I woke up… I stared at Slater for a bit longer.

The extreme always seems to make an impression.

Fuck it.

The mall wasn’t too terribly far away. I was able to bike there in no less than 10 minutes, which gave me pleanty of time since most of the stores didn’t start closing until around 9. Plus I was pretty sure the Bowling Alley was open until 11 anyways. I walked through the mall, keeping my hood over my head just in case someone i knew was there. Luckily, I didn’t run into any familiar faces.

I walked into the bowling alley, and upon hearing just how rowdy the place was almost turned back… But my curiousity got the better of me in the end, and I pushed forward. Eventually I reached the counter, where a somewhat spooky looking guy stood.

“What can I do for ya, kid?” He asked.

“I’m looking for a guy named Roy?” I replied. The guy raised an eyebrow.

“That would be me. What brings you here?”

“Um, Well… This guy named Dusty said you could 'hook me up’?” The guy rolled his eyes.

“Fuckin’ Dustin… Alright, I’ll hook you up. But you tell him to pay his tab before I cut him off.” Roy dissappeared after saying this, then reamerged a few minutes later. “You got the cash, right kid?”

I pulled out $200. Roy counted it out, then handed me a little baggy with a pill inside.

“Take it with Mountain Dew, I don’t know why but Mountain Dew is the only thing that activates it. And all sales are final! Don’t go coming back here for a refund! Now, Scram!” He shooed me off. I was kinda happy to leave, what with the noise and all.

I started making my way towards the food court. I stared at the tiny, grey pill as it sat in it’s bag. It was jarring, but something about it also brought comfort… maybe my life was about to get easier.

I bough a single Mountain Dew from one of the machines, and sat myself down. I was a bit hesitant about it now that I was so close… I held the bag up to my face, eyeing the SQUIP.

“Well, little guy, I guess we’re doing this…” I told it. I twisted the cap off the soda, and unzipped the bag.

There was no turning back now…

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