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KATIE!!! I'm sorry I'm late ajdlslfkdkf but I had to drop in and ask, HOW ARE YOU DOING AFTER FYODOR'S EPIC REVEAL?? CAN YOU BELIEVE HE GOT A COMEBACK IN THE MOST GLORIOUS WAY POSSIBLE?? From theorizing it to finally having it in the actual manga, it's been a long time journey hasn't it?! :'D
I went back to read our old posts and you were really close in some of the parts like his ability being to "punish" someone "he" thought committed a "sin" (basically killing him lol). Please let me hear all your thoughts!! I'm also so happy for you!! I'm really glad they didn't finish off his character with the awful mersault death plot 😭😭
@kunikiiida-kuuun KRIS THIS WAS LITERALLY ME READING THE CHAPTER:
I MEAN WHAT A FUCKING ENTRANCE:
I've been thinking about all my old theories, and maaaan, I would have never imagined something quite like this. It's true that we were right about Fyodor's Ability "punishing" someone who has committed a "crime," though I wouldn't have thought that "crime" or "sin" was literally killing Fyodor himself, lol. And I WAS right that he is immortal (kind of?)!! Or at least that he's been around for hundreds of years!! I also seem to be right that he doesn't age, though I guess we'll have to wait and see if it's explained why his appearance hasn't changed in centuries.
It still hasn't been explained how he's able to kill with a touch, however. This hasn't been explained:
There are definitely more secrets to be uncovered when it comes to Fyodor, so it remains to be seen if there's more to his Ability or if this will end up being an inconsistency.
I think the true nature of Fyodor's Ability is really interesting in terms of Dostoevsky's novels, too. "Possession" (though not in the literal sense) is a motif that occurs in a couple of his novels, most notably Demons, but also, to an extent, The Brothers Karamazov and Crime and Punishment. In Demons the "possession" is specifically "demonic possession" in the biblical sense, though again, it isn't literally in the biblical sense, just the overarching symbolism. I actually started to write a meta about this several chapters back, so maybe I'll finish it, haha.
I definitely did not imagine that Fyodor would take over Bram. Poor Bram :( But damn does he look good in Bram's clothes and wielding the holy sword and Fukuchi's time bullshit sword 🥵
Also poor Genichirou :(
This doesn't really fix the issues with the Meursault arc, but if Fyodor really sent himself to prison in order to trick Dazai into sending himself to prison, too, that does actually explain the bizarre decision to get himself arrested in the first place, which was one of my biggest gripes. There are still plenty of other problems, but whatever, I guess sdfghjhfghjk.
I was becoming less invested in the series since the Infamous Helicopter Crash and the Dazai Friendship Speech of Doom, but I'm finally excited again!!! I'm really curious to see where this is gonna go. I know Fyodor is going to be defeated somehow, but I hope he causes all sorts of chaos first, he deserves to ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧˚ ♡♡
Also Fyodor and Ranpo interaction maybe??? It better happen or I'm gonna be like (╮°-°)╮┳━━┳ ( ╯°□°)╯ ┻━━┻
asdfgdfgh Kris, I can't believe we've gotten this far, it's been years and we're finally getting answers. I'm so happy omggg. But I swear BSD just keeps getting wilder and wilder lmao
*hugs* 🤗🤗💖💖
#asks#bsd spoilers#ALSO KRIS#THE NEW KUNIKIDA CARD IN MAYOI#he's prettyyyy and he looks so relaxed!!#I thought of you immediately of course and I was happy to see you got him hehe#I wasted so many stones but I finally got him 💖💖
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Okay so I’ve been back from Pride for a few hours now and. I’m calling it now, my voice is not gonna work tomorrow lmao I was talking to so many people for so long it was great
Like, the show was great, the acts were a bit hit and miss but honestly I feel kinda bad for some of them given how awful the wind has been but you know, they did great all things considered. It really was fuckin’ wimdy like maaaan. Loads of such nice people to talk to, and the companies that sponsored it literally did not pull punches like I know we talk about companies being performative or whatever but like. They did not half ass this holy shit?? They even made the fuckin’ lawnmowers gay whadda hell?? Oh and some of these people had the best rainbow hats like they had felt rainbow cowboy hats and fedoras, and then dresses of mixed flags, and flag capes and shit it was so fuckin’ cool.
And you know what? Everything was so fuckin’ cheap???? In a world where everything is so stupid expensive I got ten sugar donuts for £3 which is honestly ridiculous. Burgers and shit were the same and they were huge??? I only had the donuts there were too many there for me so I went around some of the cool stall holders I’d spoke to and got them to take a few from me they were so good. Speaking of stall holders, my old PE teacher from school was one???? For one of the charities there???? She was a fun teacher but I swear it was like Perry the fucking Platypus. She took her sunglasses off and suddenly I knew exactly who she was as if we hadn’t been talking for a few minutes already and then she immediately clocked onto who I was and it was just crazy that is the last place I expected to see her and the last person I expected to see at Pride of all things. She gave me free flowers because I kept losing on the tombola lmao
But yeah for reals everything was so cheap and often straight up free like I feel like I robbed some of these people what. And you know what? Two of the stalls sold phone charms despite modern phones not having a thing for those anymore. Not a problem for me though, I use an MP3 Player still and let me tell you... the audible gasp I got when I pulled it out of my pocket like ‘oh will it work on this?’. Guys people love the MP3 player apparently. Old tech for the win.
I’d say babys first Pride Event was a success that was great. Happy Pride Season and happy first day of Disability Pride month!
#there was so much shit#talking for days and the fuckin' WIMD#there was a hedgehog charity there selling knitted hedgehogs and they were so cute I now have a new little guy to love#it's insane how affordable everything was though like. I don't think I'll be over that for a LONG time#pride goers know the priders got no money I guess#anyway had a laugh had a wonder got a shit ton of freebies saw a gay lawnmower#the fire engine had the 'fire doesnt discriminate and neither do we' thing written on it with a cool as fuck image#it was spread across the entire engine it was GREAT#it was a fireman putting out fires with water that was made up of different flags#was so good#the whole thing was good#a small set up but that's all they needed really it was fun#my voice is definitely gonna be gone by tomorrow thoug#it is NOT surviving that long lmao#i do be tired now though that was six hours straight of wandering and talking#when I haven't gone further than up and down the stairs and talked for more than like ten minutes out loud a day maybe for ages#i dont get out much but hey my PE teacher invited me to come do some volunteering with her so maybe that's gonna change who knows#we shall see
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A Jarring Discovery
Ectoberhaunt day 10 - Harvest & Hunger
Summary: They were supposed to go to the movies.
warning: major character death, vivisection, blood, gore
Ao3 Link | 2nd part of the a life cut short series
Kyle knocked several times. The chipper and ever-prepared voice that was always just a bit too energetic… didn’t answer.
“Hey, is anybody home?” He called. Still no rushed response nor the echoes of stomping feet running down an old wooden staircase to hastily rip open the door, as if leaving him outside even a moment more would cause him to spontaneously combust.
Kyle backed up, eyeing Jazz’s window and cupped his hands around his mouth. “Yo, Jazz!” he yelled. No crashes. No loud stumbling. No grumpy I-definitely-just-woke-up-and-hate-my-sister’s-friends voice shouting from the adjacent window that the front door was open and to quit with the yelling already!
He texted her. Waited five minutes as he cycled through various social media.
No response.
Kyle hummed. He didn’t want to play this card, but Jazz had left him no choice.
Kyle grinned as he pulled out the Fenton Lipstick Laser—given to him for emergencies only, including but not limited to: “suspected” ghost attacks.
Obviously he tested it—strictly for safety reasons, of course—which led to the discovery that, on the highest setting, it could cut through steel.
Clearly, this counted as an emergency and considering he is using it as Jazz’s parents intended, he’ll be completely forgiven. Thus, no harm done.
It really was a shame though, the Fentons’ will have to make a whole new anti-ghost locking system for their door. It might even cause their home security system to have problems and all sorts of ghosts will be able to come and go with ease—
Yeah, Kyle loved this thing.
He felt so much destructive joy cutting their door lock into little tiny pieces and then stepping on it for good measure as he walked inside.
“Jazz? I’m totally here to rescue you from the ghost that’s torturing you or whatever.” Kyle twirled the Lipstick Laser between his fingers, never fumbling as he checked the first floor of the house. Nothing.
“Mrs. Fenton? Are you guys around?” Kyle poked his head into all the open rooms on the second floor. Still nothing.
He plopped himself down on the living room couch with a sigh. “Maaaan, did her dad drag her to help set up for the mayor’s rally today or something?”
His eyes drifted to the heavy metal door cutting the basement lab off from the rest of the house. Kyle had only been down there once, but the vibes down there were pretty bad.
Jazz would probably be there if she was helping Danny with half-ghost stuff though.
Kyle walked up to the lab door and stared at it.
It'd probably be a bad idea to shoot the laser at it right? Like, there might be flammable stuff on the other side. Maybe.
Though… he really wanted to shoot the laser again.
Valiantly, Kyle resisted the temptation and knocked.
“It’s sound-proof,” Jazz had said. “Great for fixing up Danny with no one noticing. Not so great for accidentally locking myself in there after everyone’s gone to bed.”
Ugh, right. What was the code for the door again? And where the heck did they even put the number pad?
Kyle slapped the walls around the door in clockwise increments before the pad popped out of the wall beside the bottom left corner.
It took him a good 15 minutes of trying to remember the code Jazz showed him last time, but he got it right eventually. Several mechanical whirrs started up as the door slowly rose from the floor.
Once it was half open, Kyle ducked under it, an easy smile on his face as he leisurely strolled down the steps. “Hey, Jazz. So, just telling you now, I totally fucked up your front door lock—”
Jazz lay with her head lolled to the side, eyes blank and unfocused while strapped to a metal table. Her chest was cut open and the skin pinned to the metal surface with dried blood staining her clothes, the table, and the floor underneath it.
Mrs. Fenton stared at him from her place at Jazz’s side, her arms frozen inside a broken rib cage and strangely empty torso. A glint of light caught Kyle’s eye and he mechanically moved his gaze to the side.
On a pristine table behind Mrs. Fenton, there sat a group of glowing green jars that held the outlines of familiar shapes: a liver, a pair of lungs, and a heart.
#danny phantom#Ectoberhaunt22#EH order#day 10#harvest#nemo the writing ho#MCD#major character death#vivisection#blood#gore
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Ugh, sorry this took so long, I wrote half of this and then Tumblr ate it. So! Over to the Ramaswami’s, where Priya is demonstrating why Tumblr needs a NSFW toggle.
Don’t ask where she’s hiding that mobile phone.
Secret Sue: Just so you know, we do have a dress code, and that dress code is clothes.
Anyway, here’s Rani! Probably.
Adequate parenting? In MY game?
Well... sometimes.
Clyde: This, by the way, is why I end up becoming the evil twin.
And here’s Sanjay, thrilled about snow.
Sanjay: It’s so cool!
Getting the dad jokes in early, I see.
Matthew: Please invite me in before my chain mail rusts.
Competent Nanny - The Legend Continues!
Matthew: But can she powder this ass!?
Marissa: Eggs though?
Sanjay: I could sleep.
So do it, I’m not stopping you.
Sanjay: You’re sure as shit not helping me.
That’s not a bed.
That’s also... hmm...
Sanjay and Priya:
Oh, OK, seems I can’t interact with the bed, oops! I’ll just do a lil force error aaaaand...
Success!
Nanny: How do you suck so badly at this, Matt?
Ballet!
Hi Lazlo!
Lazlo: HACK HACK COUGH COUGH.
Bye Lazlo!
Priya: I mean, the great thing about a Victoria Sponge is that it uses basic ingredients and doesn’t cost much. Who wants to waste £40 and a whole day whipping up a mad trifle though?
Clyde grows up! He’s a fancy little guy!
And it’s straight on the pot.
Rani next!
Priya: I AM NOT HAVING A GOOD TIME!
Nothing a little TV time with Mary-Sue can’t fix.
Or, y’know, that works too.
So nice to see that parenthood hasn’t affected their love life.
Even though it’s trying really hard.
Baby goes on floor?
Baby goes on floor.
Sanjay: Can you not flush the toilet when I’m showering!?
Priya: Maybe you should not shower when I’m using the toilet?
Nanny: Who needs outerwear when there’s men this hot out?
Toddler training!
Toddler trained!
Is there some reason you decided to grill sausages in the snow?
Sanjay: It seemed like a good idea at the time.
Nanny: Peek a boo!
And then more toddler training.
Clyde: That’s right, give me the good shit.
Speaking of...
Sanjay: You disgust me.
Priya: Wanna take a break from childcare and make out?
Sanjay: Absolutely!
Sanjay: *motorboats*
Then back to childcare.
Decided it was about time I gave the nanny a nice, comfy makeover.
Carmen: Maybe next you can try remembering my name.
I’ll give it a go!
Well that was a fucking waste of time, wasn’t it.
Oh, in case you were wondering, Clyde really wasn’t joking about being the evil twin.
Jesus Christ, Clyde.
He does have his adorable moments though.
Clyde: GET DOWN HERE SO I CAN EAT YOU.
Townie: Ugliest man alive.
Sanjay: I don’t have to take this from a townie with glitch-tone hair.
Today I learned Sims can hold toddlers while they learn charisma!
More of this.
Priya: Ew, disgusting. Time to clean.
Once again, that was a fucking waste of time, wasn’t it.
Clyde: Bitch.
Priya: Nope nope nope I already cleaned that toilet twice.
Clyde: You were done with that, right?
Rani: No!
Clyde: Wow, that’s too bad, ‘cause it’s mine now.
Rani: BETRAYAL!
Sanjay: Damn, did she throw up in here too?
Quite possibly.
But before we have to deal with any new babies, let’s deal with the old ones.
First to grow up is Clyde.
Clyde: I wish Matthew was my dad.
Nope.
Natasha: But is it art?
And then it’s Rani’s turn.
I’m just... going to ignore that. They’re getting new clothes anyway.
Sanjay: Hey, cutie.
Heather: True love.
You’re at his kid’s birthday-
Heather: TRUE. LOVE.
Anyway, here’s Clyde with clothes. For some reason, he looks permanently exhausted.
Clyde: Evil is a full time job.
Yeah OK shut up, Megamind.
And here’s Rani. She also looks knackered.
Rani: It’s hard work being the good one.
Clyde: *torment*torment*torment*
Rani: For example, I have to put up with this bullshit.
There’s always time for ponies though.
This would be a cute family picture if half of these people weren’t random gatecrashing strangers.
Pop!
So now Priya’s showing, I let her relax at home while Sanjay took the twins to the park.
Clyde: I’m in space, maaaan!
Rani: Tee hee.
And then Sanjay abandons his children to go gambling.
Sanjay: Hey, could be worse, this could be that strip poker table you have.
True!
The twins rolled a want for playground equipment and now Rani lives there.
Ah, now this is a nice family bonding picture.
And I couldn’t not post a nice, family dinner, could I?
Another pop!
But for now we’ll leave Priya and Sanjay literally necking.
Sanjay: Honestly, I have zero complaints about the height mod, I’m exactly where I want to be.
Uberhood Index
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[12] Where Your Core Rests (Kongō x Reader)
Can also be found on Ao3 (completed), Wattpad, FanFiction.net and DA.
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Black Fleet Sailing Homewards
Surprisingly enough, the United States Navy didn't try to stop them. They did contact them, did ask what they were here for and also sent destroyers to supervise them, but that was it.
On the other hand, what were they supposed to do? While tensions were still partially high, officially there was peace between humanity and the Fleet of Fog and no one really wanted to provoke them.
"Found anything, Ojō-sama?"
Kongō had submerged, leaving Nagara on the surface to chat with the US Navy through morse code while she, Luigi and the human scouted the underwater area.
"Not yet", neither with eyes nor with sensors.
"Me neither", they deflated, "Lui?"
Luigi shook his head, sitting down with a pout.
"Maaaan, at least we know Arizona is still here."
Kongō threw her a look which made them instantly duck away in fear of getting punched.
Of course Arizona was still here! She was both dead and a memorial!
"We're not going to break into Arizona, are we?"
"No, my scanners can reach inside her", she grabbed at her forehead in exasperation.
But there really is nothing here.
What were they supposed to do now?
Their only clue was a piece of nanomaterial, a piece that was slowly falling apart to add, and a Philadelphia-class of the Fog of whose status and whereabouts they had no idea.
"Ah, I'm an idiot", she acknowledged the human as they crawled out of whatever corner they had vanished in, "we're resurfacing."
"Huh?", they and Luigi blinked, but soon had to hold on tight as the large vessel cut through the surface, Nagara greeting them excitedly, "woah! That was awesome, really fucking terrifying, but also really awesome!"
Please never do that again!
It had also been really really sudden.
"Apologies. Nagara, we are leaving for neutral waters."
Click!
She said goodbye to her new friends and then trailed behind her flagship happily until the destroyers stopped following them and Kongō slowed down to a stop.
"Ojō-sama? Are you alright?"
"Yes…", she walked past them, ignoring Nagara's questioning sound, "I just need to concentrate for a moment."
"What are you trying to do??"
"I'll be getting the CCS back in order."
When all of the High Flagships had sunk, the massive outburst of energy had partially disrupted the Concept Communication System and while it had rightened itself to a certain amount, some of its functions were still out of order. They could still trade information, for example, but they couldn't tell who was currently active.
If Kongō could get it in working order again, then, at the very least, they would be able to figure out whether Arizona and Philadelphia were still alive or not – thinking back on the fleet she had annihilated back then, if they had been hunting a corpse all this time she would cry.
"Oh, ok? Good luck?"
"Thanks."
Apparently, getting everything running again was a partial headache, but Kongō managed it somehow.
(Not that anyone doubted her abilities).
When she reappeared again she was looking annoyed as all hell, but more like in the "I'm done with this bullcrap" way, and waved both cat and human over: "Only Arizona is still active. I was able to pinpoint her position from past coordinates, but she has gone under radar since."
They had hurried over the moment she had called, Luigi on his friend's shoulder so that they could look at Kongō’s screens: "But that's good news, right? Sure, we only have a vague idea now and maybe she already moved further, but that's more than we have now! So where is she?"
Kongō pointed to a blinking dot on a map.
"..."
"..."
"..."
"You gotta be kidding me!?"
Luigi the drama queen wailed with them.
The dot on the map was… the old man's villa from the beginning!
Kongō still looked less than happy, but now she was being smugly amused because she had felt the exact same way.
"Tell me you're joking!"
"I wish I could."
"Waaahahaaaaaa!", they wailed, hiding their head in both hands, backing out, walking in a medium sized circle and coming back to hide in Kongō's shoulder.
Luigi licked their cheek, Kongō patted their head.
Lying here was nice, they thought with a dramatic sob, but it had to end – the sob this time was a real one.
"Ok", they lifted their head again, "so we're going back home? Cool, nice, long time no see. Really missed it."
"I'll act like you're serious."
"Thanks."
Nagara began moving first, rushing past them with so much enthusiasm that they almost were swept up in it. Almost.
The human looked after her: "Is she actually that enthusiastic or…?"
"No idea", Kongō was a bit afraid to ask, in all honesty, "let's go."
"You're saying this as if I could actually move."
"I hope that you can move."
"I- wh-", they sputtered, "what's with that sudden sassiness??"
Kongō rested a hand on her hip: "I've always been sassy."
Which… was true, she was just trying to be at least a bit serious about things that interested her.
"Well… yeah, fair", they had come to the same conclusion, "then let's go!"
"You don't get paid for fake elan."
They slumped forwards as if shot.
#aoki hagane no arpeggio#arpeggio of blue steel#蒼き鋼のアルペジオ#kongo#kongō#kongou#art#artists on tumblr#コンゴウ#cat#fanfiction author#fanfiction#writer#authors of tumblr#x reader#reader insert#gender neutral reader#nagara#ナガラ#fanfiction writer#where your core rests#sunrise
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@grunnies watched it sooner than i expected 😂
- watched cinderella 2015 today so my sister decided we should watch cinderella 3, she loves this one a lot.
- I feel extra bad for cinderella in this movie cause when she finally got her happy ending, it goes back in time, when she finally reaches the prince he doesn’t remember her, when he almost remembers SHE IS ALMOST DEPORTED, WHEN SHE IS GETTING READY TO MARRY SHE GETS STUCK IN A PUMPKIN LIKE OMG LET HER BREATH
- love cinderella and the prince cute interactions so much
- I don’t have a favorite step sister in the og movie, but I really love Anastasia in the sequels. Glad disney made her sympathetic
- the evil step mother is even worse here. Everytime she’s on screen I have chills. She really wants revenge and goes too far imo 😭😭😭 SHES TOO OP REVERSING TIME???? WOMAN CHILL. She could have made herself queen right there with the wand but noooooo she WANTED cinderella to know they knew she was the girl from the ball while seeing other girl take her place. She had to made a point of destroying cinderella deeper than ever. Pure evil
- the animation is so good and clean for a straight to dvd disney sequel. Cinderella looks extra pretty here I think
- the songs are really good ngl. I love the cinderella song so much 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I sing that "I want much more than dream" (that’s how it goes in the pt dub idk the eng lyrics😶)
- SHE GETS INTO THE CASTLE WITH A SMILE 😭😭😭😭 PURE & CLEVER CHILD. The men smiling too kkkkkkkk
- idk the name of this blue dressed lady but I was so happy when I saw she was in the movie cause I recognized her from cinderella 2 😭. It then she was a big pain in the ass…. Don’t remember how she was in the other movie but I suspect bossy there too
- cinderella is so clever. She would have done this whole mission so fast if the others didn’t have the wand
- the prince is so lovable and unintentionally funny I love him 😭😭😭😭😭
- NOT HIM SAYING THE ONLY CLUE HE HAS IS THE SHOE SIZE. BOY YOU STARED AT HER THE WHOLE BALL. YOU MUST HAVE PICKED ON OTHER FEATURES 😭
- HIS FACE WHEN HE ENTERS THE ROOM. HIS NOSTRILS. "AM I IN THE RIGHT ROOM?"
- he did know it wasn’t Anastasia so I guess he did pick on other features
- he tried so hard to make them leave in the most polite way. He’s precious
- I was never a fan of how Cinderella’s hair looks let down but I do like seeing it with the white cloth headband thing
- THE WAY SHE SMILES AT HIM AND HES LIKE 😃 "you need help hun?”
- "maybe it was another prince" 😒
- the way he knows her from the feel of her hands sounds really stupid tho. Maybe her hands are so damaged from the years she spent working that her hands really are like any other 🙂 but like, she was wearing gloves at the ball SO HOW DO YOU KNOW HOW HER HANDS FEEL LIKE 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨😳
- jaq and Gus are such good friends. They really saved the day. Encouraging her to go after the prince, spying for her, singing the events to the prince…. True friends
- I wanna eat every cake in that room. But like omg they cooked all that in 1 day or something? Rich people things
- the way the prince is describing Anastasia to the king…. He’s such a gentleman…. He really would have described her like that even without the spell i believe. He’s just that nice
- my sister really doesn’t give 2 shits about the 1st cinderella movie, but she loves this one so much. And the prince even ranks in her faves along with Shang and Flynn
- Anastasia dancing is EXACTLY like me in the obligatory dance classes we had at school during PE 😬 having bad memories rn
- it actually hurts how she believes he’s in love with her despite the magic….. girl deserved better
- love the shell and the story
- cinderella is such a boss in this movie. Got into the castle like it’s hard and now is undercover in the lion’s mouth
- she’s so sassy with the step mother oh I love it "we’ve won" " I don’t think so" TELL HER
- Lúcifer on screen is always a bad time I really hate that cat
- sliding on the stairs’ rail cause she tends to lose her shoes on the stairs
- SHE GETS THE WAND BUT IS STILL STOPPED OH I HATE THIS SO MUCH SHE WAS ALMOST THERE
- their bodies on the mirror I can’t cope
- this whole talking to the rats scene is so hilarious 😂😭 love how he just goes along with the craziness. He’s trying, so patinete and willing to listen. A KEEPER
- the song IS A BOP
- my sister hates how she loves the movie so much and has watched it many times but I’m the only of the 2 who knows the lyrics of the songs kkkkkk 😂
- HIM CALLING HER CINDERELLI TOO 😭😭😭😭 that’s precious
- POOR FUCKING KING HIS SON IS TALKING TO RATS AND JUMPING THROUGH WINDOWS. THE PRINCE IS A KEEPER BUT HES CRAZY
- I’m so glad the whole internet knows about the jumping from window thing. This was meant to be memed
- girl lived as a slave all her life and was really gonna be sent away to god knows where, without even her rat friends while her abusers lived her destiny…. Cruel… I hate this movie
- the horse riding scene reminds me so much of eugene going to save Rapunzel at the end. I do love me some badass in love disney princes 🥰😍
- HOW IS HE SO GOOFY AND HEROIC AT THE SAME TIME 😭😭😭😭 HE JUST YETED HIMSELF BUT STILL LANDED IN A COOL WAY
- "want to marry me cinderelli?" "It’s actually cinderella" "wrong girl then"
- I love the facial expressions on Anastasia and her mother when they are found out and deciding what to do. Anastasia was so devastated
- poor king only wants grandkids……
- EVERY WEDDING DRESS CINDERELLA WEARS IS A BANGER
- this cloning cinderella thing always freaked me out so much. It’s so evil, twisted and repulsive. Great plot point tho, this is a Disney sequel but they went all out
- even in the ragged dress she looks good 😭
- I love cats, but Lucifer deserves hell
- "not gonna miss my wedding" GO GET YOU MAAAAN 🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣
- the priest is so funny looking
- cinderella protecting Anastasia and the prince protecting them both….🥰
- love how her distransformation mirrors Cinderella’s transformation in the 1st movie
- the king telling her everyone deserves true love even after all she did…. Love that for her
- another banger wedding dress
- "old life?" Yeah they really lost relationship progress cause of that evil bitch. So upsetting but at least after all this rollercoaster of bad luck for Cindy, she got the man
- everytime we’d finish the movie, my sister an i would put the music video of the credits song. It’s so good
- this is a hard movie for me to qualify, I have always had mixed feelings about it, a love hate relationship with it. Cinderella is my least fave princess, but I still love her here. Love her too much in fact cause I just hate how very step she takes towards the prince, the step mother has her take 10 back. It’s heartbreaking, I always feel so frustrated watching it cause has she not gone through enough in the 1st movie?? Why all this torment of ruining the only good night she had, the only love she felt?? But it’s still super entertaining and funny and genuine. Really felt like they had a story to tell instead of just doing it for the money like some sequels. And it’s a good story. The animation, music, comedy, the epic moments… all so very good. It’s a frustrating good time I think that’s how I feel.
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9 and 22 PRETTY please
you GOT it king
9. Weirdest OC?
The cheat answer to say is Actor bc she was specifically created to be as FUCKING WEIRD as possible LOL (who's design rly needs a revamp cuz they've gone thru dev. hell recently and also this art is old as sin)
Actor is a strange being who's obsessed with the concept of "happiness" and who's primary goal is to spread that across the world- even if it means manipulating and stripping people of free will but we don't rly have time to unpack all of that! She's developed to instead be in charge of traveling circus so THAT'S fun.
It's hard to unpack why he is so. strange. Without going into full depth lore of the Mirakae universe. in an easy way bc there's just SO MUCH to unpack there. But Actor lives every moment like they're in a play and acting, it's really hard to get a glimpse of what Actor is rly like bc, well, they never rly "drop the act." Very erratic, finicky, you can't rly keep up with her KGNHKGKHG
Tho essentially being the living embodiment of "the fear of the unknown" sure can fuck with a person's psyche. But Once Again. That's a lot to unpack there <3
Actor is a very fucked up antagonist tho and has done a lot of weird fucked up things I will not be getting into rn LOL But essentially creating a cult centered around being 'happy' is pretty. up there. It's Not A Good Thing But They Sure Did It
22. An OC you didn't expect to love?
Maaaan okay. There's a lot here I COULD SAY but honestly I gotta go w/Matteo. He was just kinda a one-note role full-filler meant to just kinda be an NPC in SATC that I enjoyed kinda picking on bc of his grumpy attitude. But then I kept kinda developing him with Rob and he just kept getting MORE and overtime he became one of my absolute favorites KGNHKGHK holds him in my hands. I just think he's neat-
I still love bullying him tho <3 he's the literal definition of my poor little meow meow.
(lines by Rob!<3)
#asks and answers#voidsdogboy#ACTOR IS. SO MUCH#EXPLAINING THEM IS SO HARD#GESTURES VAGUELY THEYRE JUST FUCKING WEIRD!!!!!#also i created actor b4 playing earthbound so u can imagine the whiplash i got when i reached the cult in that game#vaguely similar LOL#also matteo's lore is very fucked up and sad but he gets an epic gf so it's ok
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Romeo and Juliet: 102 Bahamas|Jeon Jungkook SERIES|
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Rating: 18+, Swearing and SMUT (for Future Chapters of this Series)
Warnings: Mature Language, This Series will contain some Violence, Mention of Deaths, May have More Mature Content as this Series Grows, Will Add a SMUT Chapter Soon, I tried Making this as Trigger-free as possible
Genre: Boyfriend! Jungkook, Mafia! AU, Crime! AU
Description: Everything Lovey Dovey and Is Cringey Soft in some Places (Forgive me, It's Hopeless Romantic with dark themes of Danger)
Word Count: 1K
Summary: Jungkook doesn't get a Feeling of belonging from where he comes from. It was only you that made him feel home
PS. Read (Part 1/ Drunk Flower) Here & (Part 2/ Elevator Therapy) Here & (Part 4/ Galvani vs Jeon) Here
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You Unlock Jungkook's Phone again, just to admire his wallpaper... You still remember the glee in his eyes when he saw you eat Ice-cream for the first time, and when he mentioned that you're the only girl he's met who makes his heart flutter. Smiling through the tears, you kiss him on the screen and to your surprise, the phone buzzes against your lips, you shriek and Drop his phone on the bed, you receive a few texts from Jimin and you continue a conversation with him pretending to be Jungkook, in hopes of getting some info on why he might have tried to break up with you.
Gotta let me go? Blow up which old man?
Jungkook had to Protect you from what danger? Why was he ready to abandon you?
What was Jimin talking about?
Numerous questions kept troubling you and you cried yourself to sleep
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Jungkook realised that he lost his phone and he began to panic because it had a file his dad had received on his laptop that he had transferred to his own phone when it was unlocked...
This file could possibly contain mafia Whereabouts, Contacts to hitmen and a plan to kill you
He wanted to know what was coming next before it started... Just incase You were in any danger
He went to Jimin's place
"Yo man"
"Hey, I just can't seem to Find my phone"
"Did u go out this afternoon, maybe, you might have dropped it somewhere"
"I was at home the entire time"
"Dude, you had it in the afternoon Right?"
"Why would I have it during the Afternoon? I couldn't find it since morning..."
"Whoa man... Don't mess with me... You Texted me this Afternoon, don't you remember?"
"Shut The Fuck Up Park, I did not text you"
"WAIT- WHO THE FUCK TEXTED ME FROM YOUR PHONE THEN?!?"
"Aye- if this is some kinda nasty joke, lemme tell You- it's not Funny, okay?"
"No no- see this" he says showing him the chats
"Fuck"
"I thought u had a lock-"
"It's Y/N"
"What- how- when did you meet her?"
"Yesterday"
"Wait, haven't y'all broken up yet?"
"I tried, I kinda did- we bumped into each other in an elevator- it stopped working, hell... I fucking ran away when the door opened and I think I dropped my phone"
"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck Maaaan!"
"Jimin, I need you to tell me where that Darn phone is right now- it has a file my Father Received, I don't know what's in there... But it could possibly be the plan to assassinate Y/N... I don't want Y/N to read that shit- please just pull a location"
"Fine- For the record, a person is begging me to hack their phone, boy- gimme your password to 'find my device' app"
"Why do you need my password?"
"Dude, it will save us 2 hours"
"Fine... The password is in lowercase
'y/nistheloml'
"Maan, you loved her wayyy too much"
There's a long moment of silence and Jungkook feels a tear rolling down his eye
"Anyways, pull of a location" he says wiping his Eye with his sleeve
"She's connected via this IP address" Jimin says pointing at his laptop screen
"And that means?"
"It's gonna be easy to track her-”
"She's at the.... Bahamas!"
"What the fuck is she doing at the Bahamas?"
"I don't know..."
"Dude, how are you so sure she's in the Bahamas and she's not using a Proxy or something?"
"Oh yeah... Proxies Exist..."
"Jeez Jimin... And here I was Ready to Fly to Bahamas"
"Hahaha"
"It's not funny, okay?"
"It is f-"
"NOT FUNNY! I'm searching for my phone and I'm tired now... I just can't seem to think of anything except that file- I'm worried sick- my psycho father wants to kill her"
"Just Blow him up with one of them rifles he has!" Jimin Yells
Jungkook lets out a low chuckle
"Well... One day... I pointed a gun at him and threatened to shoot him... I was 19" he says giggling through his tears
"Then?"
"Then he asked me to shoot him... But I stared into his soul and said 'I'm not one of those people you hire to kill, I'm not like you' and I left that place... I started living afresh in another city... Working and studying at once... It wasn't easy, but I met my Angel... Y/N... She's the one that kept me going... I was so naive to think that he won't come back for me, sorta like outta sight outta mind... Jimin- I've never ever Loved so hard before, in fear of losing... Please help me get my Y/N out of danger... Even if we can't be together... My Heart Belongs to her..."
"Aye... Romeo... Don't make me cry" Jimin says sniffling
"Don't even call me Romeo anymore... Romeo can't exist without Juliet" he says sobbing
"Maan, you should have just told me you have a fucking Proxy on your phone instead of making me cry with all this drama... I hate crying Maan"
"Fuck... Can you hack her phone... She might not have a Proxy... Just check?"
"Fuck man, you could have said this earlier... What's her password?"
Jungkook feels his face heat up
"It's not something innocent- lemme type it in-"
"Please! I'm no saint!"
"Fine! type this all in lowercase- 'jungkookismydaddyhehasabig-'
"Jeeeez... Alright! Alright! Key it in!"
"Thank you" Jungkook says turning a darker shade of red
"Jeon I've never seen you blush before- that bad huh?"
"It's a 102 character password... And she's not-"
"Oh please! Don't pretend as if you don't like that you kinky Lil' shit"
"S-sh-ut it!"
"She really must be something- you're blushing 8 mins straight"
"Jimin! Location! Please! NOW!"
"Alright Romeo- the location is at the... Bahamas? AGAIN? What the Fuck? Oh WAIT- it was a glitch, the location is at Her house..."
"JIMIN THIS IS THE SECOND TIME I LITERALLY WAS ABOUT TO FLY TO BAHAMAS"
"Okay, so... The plan..."
"Yea-"
"We break into her house at 3 AM and steal the phone" Jimin Beams
"Are you Outta your mind? No! I'm going to confront her" he says disgusted
"What in hell will you say huh? *Fakes deep voice* you look beautiful sweethe-"
"Stop acting like a bitch Jimin, I'm confronting her... Whether you like it or not" Jungkook grabs his dad's bulletproof vest and gun that he had stolen and leaves the room
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belated book asks, thank you for indulging me!
1- What book are you currently reading?
bros karamazov, 2/3s through atm.
i hate that i’m thinking about pathologic (video game) the entire time but i can't help it. the way characters are constantly bursting into people's houses & going "you’re an angel, you're the best person i've ever met, you're a saint" to someone they just met 5 minutes ago is so. distinct. i joked on twitter that the first half of the book is just alyosha running around completing sidequests, which i still think is true, but once i got to the grand inquisitor part i was like "Okay mr dostoevsky, you’ve got me."
2- What book did you recently finish?
"selections from science & sanity" by alfred korzybski, recently featured in the gumby quotes. a while back i listened to a 6 hour long interview with robert anton wilson where he talks about korzybski & general semantics so i gave it a shot. it's an abridged version of a 900 page book & i definitely plan on reading the full work at some point, it's wild. if you’re interested in language, consciousness, the gap between words & meaning, and/or hacking your brain i would recommend it. he repeats himself a lot but that's a side effect of his pedagogy, the goal of which is the eventual re-wiring of your entire nervous system in order to achieve a more rational worldview/healthier reactions to things. (so repetition via words/sounds/actions is necessary 2 engage the organism-as-a-whole.)
the most important takeaway for me is that everything & everyone you interact with is a completely unique object, and this necessarily extends to temporality-- Bob in 1999 is NOT the same person as Bob in 2010, and treating them as though they were is a harmful mistake. interestingly enough, im taking a class with J.F. martel (weird studies podcast, author of "reclaiming art in the age of artifice") & last night he said what amounts to exactly the same thing, except he was arguing for like, a soft animism (i-thou vs. i- it) & korzybski was arguing for a more "rational" & secular world. so fascinating.
3- What’s a book that’s been on your to-read list for a long time?
ulysses. i know. i know. i have a copy but keep bouncing off of it. idk why, i liked portrait of the artist as a young man. i think i’m worried i’ll turn into this person:
4- What’s the next book you’re hoping to read?
i just got "speech play: research & resources for the study of linguistic creativity" in the mail so probably that. i'm on a childlore kick rn & this is like... horizontally related
5- Is there a book you own, but aren’t planning on reading?
around 2 years ago i was walking home after a show high on E & i ran into a guy i had met at work a couple times. went over to his apartment because MDMA is like, "everything is SO meaningful and SO much fun." i barely remember our conversation but he ended up being like "you would like this book, here take it, i have 3 copies." so i now own a copy of "the eater of darkness" by robert m coates. i still haven't read it. the moral of this story is [???]
6- What was your favorite series as a kid? Would you still read it now?
so many of you asked this question :P
THE TRUTH: i was obsessed with lotr from age 8 to 13 with a level of dedication that i've never known since. yes, i would still read it now. i reread the silmarillion last year & it was naturally a way more rewarding experience than when i was a kid!
8- Fantasy or sci-fi?
i like & have read a lot of older sf/f (le guin asimov pkd etc etc) but im not actively into either nowadays. i read whatever reaches me from the queer sf/f twitter pipeline (like whatever's on wizards vs lesbians) but otherwise dont pay much attention. so the answer is "idk!!!”
12- Have you ever read a celebrity memoir? If so, whose was it?
the only memoir i've read in recent years has been "memories, dreams, reflections" so if jung counts as a celebrity, there you go
14- Fiction or non-fiction?
non-fiction in both quantity of books owned & what i prefer reading. i almost view them as 2 separate activities bc the motivation for & experience of reading them are so wildly different
15- Favorite fiction genre?
i know i said im not "actively into" sci fi but
16- Favorite non-fiction genre?
"philosophy" i guess. i also really love any phenomenological/experience-based studies of paranormal stuff, like "the terror that comes in the night" by david hufford or anything by jacques vallée. basically books that both a) take strange experiences seriously & b) examine/catalogue them scientifically (to whatever degree).
22- How do you organize your books?
“poorly”
26- What’s your favorite book?
fav non-fiction book: “time loops” by eric wargo. what if freud's career-making "irma dream" was a premonitory dream about the oral cancer that would severely impede his quality of life in his old age? (fantastic blog entry by the author, serves as a kind of intro to this topic: http://thenightshirt.com/?p=4326 )
when i read “time loops” it felt like everything i had ever read (& will ever read future tense) was for the sole purpose of understanding it. “time loops” picks up where J.W. dunne's 1927 "an experiment with time" left off. i won't say too much more about it but everyone should read it. it's so smart & engaging & will totally blow your miiiind, maaaan
speaking of "an experiment with time," in 1964 a guy named vladimir nabokov began an experiment of his own following the directions dunne laid out in his book. dunne encouraged readers to write down their dreams in order to test the theory that a later event could generate an earlier dream.
nabokov’s experiment with dreams & time strongly influenced “ada or ardor: a family chronicle” which happens to be my favorite novel. i first read it when i was 18, and i've reread it 3 times since then (with the help of ada online, my beloved http://www.ada.auckland.ac.nz/ ) i would not recommend this book to anyone who doesn’t already like nabokov & know what he’s about. it’s fucked up & self indulgent & i love it so much
30- What character do you connect with the most?
when jung said he was bad at math? i felt that
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Campaign 2 Rewatch: Disparate Pieces
Wow the fucking puppet head chaos shit holy shit that was funny and dark! First instance of Matt Being Salty about Keen Mind of the campaign Hooraaaaaaaay.
Molly and Toya making me fucking cryyyyyy againnnn. Poor Toya oh my goddddd wow this is NOT okay, that’s just fuuuuuuucked oh noooooooo.
Molly is like “yes! You SHOULD feel bad” Tal really was like “Mom said it’s MY turn to be the party’s moral compass!” And then he WAS, with BOTH characters! “Yes everyone likes you, it’s very irritating” lol, Molly had crushes on Fjord AND Caleb and you can NOT change my mind.
“We like to be unsung heroes” “underground activists” WHYYYYY how are they right?! How the frick did they set the tone so quickly?! Awwww Nott “I’m very ugly for a halfling” GUYS, Sam played us like a goddamn fiddle what the fuck??? Oof Caleb too… dropping trauma hints allllll over the place.
“Sorry for choking you with my stick” god how far my Beau has come lmaoooooo. Poor Molly already being exhausted by these idiots, love it he’s like “I’m two fockin years old and I’m still wiser than the lot of you!”
Goddd I forgot when Caleb was way too nervous and unhappy to really apply his charisma Stat, that whole “I killed a man no I will not explain why even tho I’m trying to explain why because I have like 0 fuckin confidence” lmao. Level 2! (Oh my god I get why it’s not working! Vax is peeking through Caleb! Caleb is trying to be intimidating the way Vax is and it’s… not working lmao.
WAIT A MINUTE ARCHIVIST ZEENOTH?! HOLD THE FUCK UP!? Did he just not recognize Beau or did he just wanna watch her suffer? My bet was it was the later because he is a ✨prick✨. OH! He does notice her! B i t c h
Oooooh first Felderwin mention, also maaaaaan fuck Goblin racism (which Nott participated in for a long ass time to be fair). I hate Zeenoth but thank god he’s here otherwise these punks would probably still be in jail. OH SHIT DAIRON’S HERE! She didn’t say anything but still!
Yasha’s back! Tell a friend! I still don’t know what Gustav’s shady debt thing was I hope we find out in the campaign wrap up!
Now this is the REAL beginning! Hell yeah! My babies! They have NO idea what’s to come! Also Fjord making Yasha laugh 😊 wowww Molly “the days that you’re gonna have are the days that you’re gonna have.” It’s actually amazing to me how fitting so many of Molly’s lines were in the full context of the show.
Ooooh was that the first, “Sam helps Laura hide that she’s pregnant” move after everyone leaves the table for Beau’s thing?? Weird!
People I am 1000% okay with watching Beau treat like shit: Archivist Zeenoth that bitch. Also immediate crush on Dairon is a MOOD! Also super weird to watch Zeenoth compliment Beau knowing full well what he did to her. “Not everyone does what they do in this world for coin” EXCEPT U DID YOU FUCKING BITACH! HAHA!! Get him Dairon! Fuck Zeenoth! I loooooove you so MUCH Dairon! I love you SO MUCH!! Let’s get MARRIED?! Lmao
It is so WEIRD seeing how distrespectdul Beau was to Dairon initially! Oh shit! I understand why she didn’t trust them at the beginning maaaaan. Dairon is such a cool teacher! Aaand I didn’t realize just how early Beau/Marisha reveals the physical abuse thing! Maaaan this combat is making me FEEL THINGS! Beau baby you’ve come SO far! I love youuuuuu!!
God in hindsight it feels… so fucking GOOD to watch Zeenoth get the shit beaten out of him because he fucking deserves it. Get him! Get him Beau! Get that fuckin extract aspects and stunning strike! The world needs assholes! Fuck yeah!!! “Maybe one day you’ll find the corruption inside our own” and THEN SHE DID! O M F G
Fjord being like a proud older brother when he sees Beau looks beat to shit like “woah dude?! You good!? Bet you did something badass” guys, I love them and I’m going to miss Marisha and Travis sitting next to each other. Molly being wary of the Soul is good and On Brand but also not quite the right call lmao.
Nott and Caleb are always so goddamn precious I love them. God first successful charisma check Caleb makes this whole session is one about books lmao. Time for Caleb to take a baaaath! Huzzah! Oh my god, Nott, I am so glad you never changed but nothing will EVER be as feral as Nott in the bathhouse in this episode “I dump out the cucumber water and eat all the cucumbers” MOOD!
God, healing potions and drugs lmao. Little did they know this shit would help them defeat a baby faced monstrosity 100+ later 😂😂😂 blackmail! Drugs that ultimately only Beau will use! (Unless I think maybeFjord took some at one point I don’t remember?) Hooray!
Aww Nott giving Yasha the flowers befire she even knowing what that means for her and mostly out of fear. Maaaaan this is making me FEEL things aaaaaaagh! The PRESSED FLOWER BOOK! GUYSSSS. Yay mail fraud!
Awww I love that convo to between Caleb and Fjord. Fjord automatically protective of their most skittish party members, strategically to keep them from running off but also cuz he cares. Caleb being cautiously trusting and their low key agreement to herd this group of cats together. I love shit like soooo much!
#critical role#cr spoilers#c2e4#Lars watches cr#Crit role rewatch#campaign 2#cr2ko: 0#cr2ko total: 3
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Hello, 2022
I know, I know. I already did one sappy lengthy note at the end of a recent fic. Does that mean I was done making sappy shit this year? Hellllll no! Y’all stuck with Reflections me until midnight, suckers!
It is time to recall all of le shit I have done this year. And hold onto something because while this year was still a rollercoaster for me, I did a LOT of shit either way you look at it.
But what better way to open up on 2022 than getting to fly in a Cessna!? That was the coolest shit fucking ever! I will likely never get another experience like that again, but that’s why I’m so lucky that I got to go up in that little prop plane at the beginning of the year. (I recorded this experience btw, you can find it on my Instagram!)
And as I neared my birthday in April, I took a family road trip to my home state of Florida, and maaaan that was so much fun. I got to go to Disneyworld for my birthday and I rode Test Track. That’s the shit >:3 Oh and I was there for a wedding and Easter with family too, those were fun!
During that week I even made it through the 12th, which was...a rather difficult anniversary for me to sit through. A day I look back on with a lot of grief, because that’s the day I knew I lost someone very special to me. But I had friends and family surrounding me that day, so I could pass through it without much need to reflect on old times.
And then the big one. I think it was late May, maybe beginning of June...I built something. Something big. Something that...would change a lot of things for me, in a lot of ways. I built a lot of new friendships. But I also burned some bridges, and made a few enemies. And I left that place in the midst of chaos because I couldn’t bare to watch it become something like that. Something cold and empty.
I stayed with it for a month or so before I finally threw in the towel. She isn’t what I wanted her to become. She became coldly cruel, blind to the cries of her own people. And the ones at her helm no longer chose to listen.
I spent two months in grief. Losing someone you care about always cuts deep, and to someone like me where it’s happened before, it’s like ripping open old scars again. I went silent in my loss, taking time away from everything to focus my attention on those scars, and on the few people left I could cling to in the midst of the storm.
And then the miracle happened. We...I, made a new place. Somewhere we could go, an island in the middle of that wretched hurricane. Where we had long grown seasick from the sway of the ships, we finally found solid ground to stand on. A new place to call home.
And holy shit. Has it become a home.
Guys I know that I am biased here for starting it, but I’m serious, if you’re not in Volo Pro Veritas yet, it is truly...it’s somethin’ else. Really. The fact that everyone here comes together to help one another when we need the support brings tears to my eyes every fucking time.
I’m grateful for every member here, who’ve come together to build the body of this place we call Volo Pro Veritas. And to think that we’ve been going as strong as the day we began for three months now!! That’s insane! Man, we’ve gotta do something BIG on October 1st of 2022. I am open to ideas already! Should we binge the movies? Make a contest? Do raffle prizes?? Should I make server t-shirts!?
Anyways what else fuckin’ happened to me this year...oh I got a new job in June and it’s been wonderful to me! Am much happy. It’s just a day job, but yaknow, whatever works. And also I went through another dark anniversary this month, thankfully without much more than a vent drawing. Gonna have to sit through another one in like two weeks though, so yeehaw. But I’ve got this!
Oh and I’ll throw it out there, I started dating again I guess??? It’s been a learning curve. XD
So yeah! That’s been my 2021. It’s been...good. And bad. It’s been a rollercoaster. I still need a therapist. And alcohol.
How’s about we talk goals for the new year?
Current goals include but are not limited to:
-Getting VPV to it’s 1-year anniversary
-Drawing each of the PPAA team members in my humanized style at least once
-Keeping all of my friends alive
-Some kind of art goal, I haven’t decided what yet. Maybe making at least 2 full-size pieces? A certain number of commission? I dunno yet. Something artsy.
-Trying to finish writing the sequel to Emergency so I can begin to post it
-Finishing my crocheted snake boi! (he is very long :3)
Those are my current goals. What do y’all got? XP
So in conclusion, I am going into 2022 with a clearer head now! We shall see what awaits us in the future!
This has been a random reflective shitpost from yours truly, and until the morrow my people!
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The Bullet: A Sequel to the Commander - Part 6 (Jason Todd x Reader)
FUUUUCK THIS TOOK SO LONG AM SORRY BUT MAAAAN AM I PROUD OF THIS. YES THE FLOYD LAWTON I’M BASING ON IS WILL FUCKING SMITH
WORDS: 10333
WARNINGS: IMPRISONMENT, STARVATION, DEHYDRATION, TORTURE, FIREARMS
MASTERLIST
THE BULLET MASTERLIST
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“How do you plead?”
Soulless.
Mindless.
Lifeless.
She finally became that cold, callous machine. It took her this far just to get there.
It was just about as painless as your skin and nerve endings being burned off.
A soulless, mindless, lifeless muster of steel and hard parts.
To every pair of eyes that looked her way, she was no human being. She was no woman. She wasn’t someone who loved or was loved. She wasn’t someone’s cousin, or someone’s lover. And especially not someone who could have been a mother. Taking care of a child would be nothing short of abuse.
She wasn’t Y/N. She was Deadshot. An eerie mimic to her infamous uncle.
With the cuffs on her wrists, three guards on her side, unarmed in case she could possibly reach out for them, she heard the distant flickering of camera shots and murmurs. Her silence was already something to note, with the reporters eating up this story like worms on a cold carcass. But not once did she look up from her feet, at the steel clinging to her skin. Her attention didn’t leave the coarseness of the bright orange suit, sticking to her skin like sandpaper.
“Guilty.”
Her own trial. And she barely paid attention. She didn’t listen to just about anyone who went up to speak, at the lawyers, the judge, the jury with their whispers. She didn’t listen to their stories about her, whether or not they were true. And even if it were a lie, it wouldn’t matter much. It would only add up to the countless life sentences she’d expect to have in the end. It wouldn’t change anything about her situation. Waller was going to win, whatever happens.
For the murders of fifteen different people. Fifteen different cases. It was barely a fraction of what she’d done just by the past few months alone, not including the last one since she swore off killing. But they were the ones she chose to admit to. By herself. Her part of the deal with Waller.
A trial that was supposed to last the whole of the day, ended up being adjourned after barely an hour. Barely any witnesses, barely any proof to go against her. If she hadn’t admitted to anything, she wouldn’t have gotten more than one or two life sentences.
Now, she ended up with eight.
And after her eyelids shielded her away from more visions of the reality in front of her, she still managed to watch herself being taken away. With even more unarmed guards around her in a circle and two standing from a fair distance away, holding AKs and pistols strapped to their hips.
She saw herself being cuffed on her ankles, lead to an armored car like a circus animal. Reporters all around her, snapping pictures and holding out their microphones trying to get something out of her. And despite everything Waller had said, about her histories, her crimes, and all the horrible things she’s done, not everyone immediately went back to looking at her scornfully. At the far off crowd outside the courthouse, there were a group of girls, holding up a sign with hearts around her name. Her real name this time.
And they all cheered for her to be let go. They cried out to her, calling her a hero, calling her things she clearly wasn’t.
A cop pulled her head back to look in front of her, back crouched over, face covered with her hair. When she got to the car, she could no longer hear screams of neither hate nor support. She never felt so alone. So dead. Dead beneath her skin despite her heart still up in a beat. But it was clearly barely there. She was barely alive.
They took her to a plane. Then on another car. Then she arrived in Belle Reve.
Guards gave her looks. And she didn’t care to think about what went on in their clearly corrupted minds. She was taken to a brightly lit room, and despite it being so lit up, everything around her felt cold and dark. Her eyes, dropped down, she let the guard take her hand and press her inked fingers onto a piece of paper. Then they scanned her eyes, took her blood, took a piece of her hair.
She was given a sign to hold, with her name on it and alias.
She stood in front of the wall with the height meter and faced the camera.
And on her face, she finally gave off a taste of the emotions running through the labyrinth in her mind. Her eyebrows arched down, her shoulders crouched over, her hair coming down to frame her face and her mouth arching down the most terrifying frown.
And her eyes. They looked black from the hooded darkness.
Anger. So much anger. For everything around her. For everything that had to happen.
They took the shot.
Just hours later, her mug shot had circulated all over Gotham, all over billboards and television screens, and almost everywhere on social media. Mixed criticisms. People wanting her to be let out. People praising her to be so brave. People saying she deserved what she got. People saying she should be put on death penalty.
Deadshot. Even when her name was everywhere. Even when the world had claimed her real name for their use. It wasn’t hers anymore.
She will, and always will be, Deadshot.
-----
Cops weren’t supposed to shove him into the back of a car like a dog being tied down and taken to the pound.
Cops weren’t supposed to throw his rights out the window out of fear over the woman who was supposedly above the law.
Cops weren’t supposed put their fear of losing their jobs in front of treating other people with basic human decency and have some sort of humanity left in them.
Cops weren’t supposed to use their job as an excuse to hurt other people. An excuse to let out their personal angers out on people who don’t deserve it.
But Jason Todd, a vigilante who had just been relieved out of god knows how many murder charges over the course of just two years, he shouldn’t expect the cops to be nice to him. As much as they were kind to Batman, as much as Commissioner Gordon was considered saint, there will always be a number of them that are just as bad as the criminals they detain.
They took him almost a hundred miles away from the city. Out into an unknown country side he had no idea where to go to. Not a motel, a gasoline station, or a diner in sight. He must have been in that car for four hours. He didn’t exactly know. Just that it was almost day time when they threw him out, his face meeting the dewy grass and the youthful orange sky. And the air around him felt nothing like the cold Gotham winds. It was fresh, light, healthy to take in. That’s when he realized just how far off he really was from home.
Jason was hungry, throat starting to feel a little dry. And his clothes will barely be enough to hold him up. He had two days. Maybe three days tops. By then he’ll have to make sure he’ll at least find a motel to stay in. He searched his pockets. His phone had fallen off. But he had his wallet.
He started walking to where the car came from. If they ran in circles to throw him off, he’ll probably die before he gets anywhere near the city by now. When the sun had fully risen, his skin now starting to feel the prickling of his sweat and the burn of the hot rays of light, he kept going. He kept pushing his legs forward, one in front of the other.
By sundown, he felt something in his stomach churn and eat him away from the inside. He shivered, despite the warmth. Then he decided to rest for just a few minutes to press back the tingling pain in his horribly dried up throat. He sat on the grass, weight on his hands, then he looked up at the sky, at the lack of clouds and immense brightness.
And he wasn’t upset about any of it. He wasn’t so worried about his life as he should be, dying of hunger, dying of thirst, feeling the heat burn his skin, or that he might never get home soon enough to actually live. He wasn’t so worried about what could happen to him in the cold dark or if he ever actually does find shelter, or help, or a single car that hadn’t passed by him so far.
He was sure he’d survive. He’d gone through worse. So much worse. And it was no different from being a child at crime alley not knowing if he was getting some food on his plate that day or not.
But it wasn’t even because of that why he wasn’t crying out in desperation and scavenging for any sort of help he could find.
He didn’t worry, because all he could ever think about was what could possibly be happening to Y/N in Belle Reve right that moment.
Jason never liked being in the unknown when it came to her, when she wasn’t by his side. When they were apart, as often as he could, he made sure to follow her around when she wasn’t expecting it, keep tabs on her almost every minute of the day, know where she was going and what she wanted to do. It had always been something in him to make sure the one person he loved more than anything else in the world was okay. Watch her from afar. Make sure she wasn’t hurt. That she wasn’t hurting herself. When she came back to him he swore he’d never lose her again. He swore to himself, and to her.
And now it was that all over again. And this time, he might never get to hold her for the rest of his life. This time, he might actually lose her for good. There was no way for him to follow her, to know what she was doing.
And it scared him to death. Scared him so much that it tore away every rational thinking in his head. That was most probably going to kill him. His lack of instinct. His lack of the will to keep going. When all he could think about was whether she was actually still alive and not have the bomb in her neck explo-
Jason pulled on his hair.
He already missed her so much…
He was in the middle of nowhere and he didn’t have so much as a picture of her to look at.
Wait.
His wallet.
He pulled it out.
An old photo of her. From her identification all the way back from the militia. From when she was recruited. He got her files and looked through them. Found her picture. Thought she was pretty. Had the files on his desk for months and after a while he ended up bringing it with him. Kept it in his wallet for two years and completely forgot about it. He thought he was a creep then, especially since they weren’t even so much as friends, but he remembered.
He got out his wallet and took it out from an enclosed pocket.
Hair kept back, cropped up to her collarbone and her face staring at him blankly. But her eyes still had that remnant of brightness and her mouth was so subtly curving up on one side.
Jason had his eyes on that little picture until he realized he had to keep going.
-----
Floyd’s old cell.
Waller and her sick little game.
She wasn’t placed with the other women in the prison with shared cells and barred gates. She was forced into the old cell of Floyd Lawton. Instead its walls of iron were three inches thick, solid, indestructible. There was but a little opening at eye’s length and another by the handle to bring in her food. It wasn’t as small as she thought it would be. But it smelled like five rats had died there this morning.
Deadshot took too long to get in and a baton swung against her back.
She fell to the floor and swore she heard her spine crack. For a moment her nerves stopped working, a buzzing numbness in slow surges, all except for the sharp pain at the base of her back.
“Get in there!” the guard screamed at her then kicked her further down. Crawling into the cell, she heard the gate slam shut and the whole room grow dim, save for a single orange light at the corner.
She didn’t do so much as stand up for a few hours. Her head was stuck to the ground, curled up to her stomach just to cling into some parts of her body that wasn’t already in pain. Everything in her hurt so much. There was a small cot at the corner and a punching bag at the other side. That had to be for Floyd. She didn’t want it. She hated that she wasn’t so much as given her own cell and had to settle for yet another of whatever scraps her uncle left behind. She got his guns. His suit. His fucking name. and now, she fucking laughed, she got his kills, his debt, his life sentences, his squad, his boss, his cell.
Everything she had. Everything she’s ever stood to live for. It had all been a remnant of who Floyd Lawton was. Never hers. She had no identity. Nothing good ever came out of anything he’s given her. Only a lifetime of running and money and taking lives. There had only ever been one good thing that came out of it.
And she had to lose him, too.
Deadshot had no idea if Jason was ever going to be okay. That he wasn’t going to eventually get himself killed without anyone holding him back. She couldn’t check on him anymore. She’ll have no idea if he even dies.
So she was just going to have to tell herself that he’ll be okay.
When the late afternoon came, she finally took to standing from the ground, on her knees, then she held herself up with the wall and hissed at how her bones cracked at the lack of movement. Everything hurt so much. She went to the cot, sat on its edge, and waited until the sun fell and rose again.
In the morning, the guards threw in a single burnt toast through the hole on the door. She didn’t touch it.
When the sun fell once more, she fell back against the wall and closed her eyes. She didn’t even get to sleep. No matter how much her eyelids started to hurt.
On the next day, they threw an apple into her cell. Deadshot took a bite, spat it out, then threw it out of the single window through the bars.
That night, she couldn’t bare not being able to sleep anymore. She tossed around in the cot, turning off all her other senses even when it only ended up amplifying the dead, yet raging thoughts.
She wanted a life. A good one. And finally it was within her grasps and it went away as quickly as it came. This wasn’t living. This was merely taking up space. This wasn’t a life anymore and it sucked when she knew there was nothing to look forward to.
Everything hurt to think about. Everything. Except when it often trailed off to Jason. Then her heart would swell, her wonderous thoughts halted. Thoughts of him. Thoughts of how he was. It was as calming as it was painful. And even if it stung, it brought back her humanity.
So she resorted to him. When the pain became too much. When her cell got too cold, or when the guards started to taunt her. When the cot got too uncomfortable or when her most silent screams haunted her at night.
She thought of him.
Is Jason okay? Is he eating? Is he even alive? Is he back in their apartment or out of Gotham or…
No. He wasn’t going to be okay.
Even if he was alive. Even if he was eating three times a day or if he was out of the state.
She knew. Because the moment she walked out of the apartment all those months ago, when she regrettably left the love of her life, she never stopped looking after him. He had no idea. He thought he was the one following her around. But out on patrols when Red Hood thought he was working alone, Deadshot was a few hundred yards away, looking out on her scope, watching and waiting for anything that might come out to take him down or anything he might not get to handle.
She never loved anyone like she loved him, and she often smiled at how they came to be, how it wasn’t supposed to be. No one would have thought it would work, but when it actually happened, it always made sense. To everyone.
Her Jason. Her sweet Jason.
She clutched at her chest.
She’ll have her thoughts of him to keep going. That somehow if she stayed alive, it was a step closer to getting to be with him again. A step closer than if she were dead.
And subjecting him to that kind of pain, when she knew he loved her, too, when he’s always made it clear, always made sure she knew he loved her.
Okay. Maybe it wasn’t too calming to think about him.
If anything, it only made the pain even worse.
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Was that a house?
It looked like one.
It had a windmill, too.
And probably a barn.
Twenty-six hours of walking on the side of the road. Twenty-six hours of no food. No water. No shelter. Twenty-six hours, and only two cars have passed by him. Not one of them stopped.
Jason’s hair was sticking to his forehead now from the immense amount of sweat that had seeped out of his hairline, which was only going to lessen his days to live from three to just two or one. His throat. It was practically as course as the cement road.
But when he saw the house. A triangular roof. A windmill. A field right in front and what looked like a small barn by its side.
He only hoped it wasn’t a mirage.
Jason kept going, and his feet felt so much heavier to lug around like they were sacks of rice strapped to his knees. But he kept walking, further down until he started seeing the house’s porch that had a rocking chair inside it. He might have even seen a dog, running out of the house with its tail wagging and going back in through the doggy door.
Once he reached the front yard, he almost fell to his knees. The sun was scorching and he was probably going to come out of this with his skin almost burnt off of his flesh. If he ever does get out of this alive. But he could see from the screen door that there was someone inside. Human beings that might actually have the heart to help him. Jason swallowed what little fluids there was left in his desert of a mouth.
When he stepped into the porch, the dog came out once again, barking at him. It kept its stance outside the door and snarled whenever Jason tried to go anywhere near the front entrance.
“Who’s out there?!”
It was the voice of an old man. Not so old to be rickety and harsh, barely enough to be audible with his mouth probably struggling to keep up. He seemed to be up to his sixties. When he went up to the door, he stared at Jason through the screen.
“You need anything, boy?”
Jason tried to speak, but even that hurt to do. He tried to cough it out but it was like running his throat through a wrought iron bar.
“I’m… I need help…”
The old man stepped closer, peering in through the tiny holes of the netting. “You look like shit.”
“Can I… have some water?”
The dog stopped his barking, it started to take interest in his smell, on his shoes in particular. Its tail was up especially when his nose started smelling up his leg.
“How long have you been out here? The next city’s hours away by car.”
“A day. Probably. I’m not too sure.”
The old man unlocked the screen door and leaned against the archway. “You look like a dangerous man. You ain’t here to rob me, are ya?”
“No sir. Please. I just need some water.”
Jason saw his throat hitch, looking away out into the field for a short while before he eventually nodded. “Take a seat. Right there. I’ll get you a glass.”
The rocking chair. To him, it looked like the softest bed. He slumped down, tried so hard to keep his eyes open when all of him weighed a ton. He heaved his chest up in a slow, steady pace and made sure not to go into whatever light there might be that greets him.
Jason actually did take a bit of a nap when the door pushed open and he jolted in his seat. The man handed him a glass of cold water.
“Thank you.”
“Don’t mention it.”
The dog was beside him once again. This time, it started to pant, like it was smiling at him with his tail wagging. He placed the glass between his lips and savored every single drop of water like it was liquified gold running down his throat. It hurt. All the way down his stomach. But he’s never had anything so refreshing.
“Can't walk back out there. You’ll die.”
“I have to. I can't stay here.”
“Plenty of bodies found at the side of the road with their stomachs inside out. I’m telling you, kid. You won't survive out there.”
With the glass empty, he pressed it onto his head just to cool himself off.
“Here. I’ll get you another glass.”
Jason didn’t want to ask for another but the man had already grabbed the glass away from him and went back inside. When he came out, he brought a sandwich with him as well.
“You’re very kind. Thank you.”
“I said don’t mention it. Folks out here getting lost. Some I offer to help and they end up taking an old family heirloom.”
“I’m sorry.”
“But when they aren’t pieces of shit, it’s nice to know I’ve saved a few lives.”
“Yeah,” Jason bit into the sandwich. “I know the feel.”
“I don’t have a spare bed. But you can stay over at the barn.”
“I really can't stay. Someone needs me.”
“Don’t be fuckin’ stupid. No car’s about to pass by and give you a ride and you’ll die before you’ll even get to Kentucky.”
“Kentucky?! Where am I?!”
The old man burst out a hearty laugh.
“Where you from, kid?”
“Gotham City.”
He whistled a hiss. “You're a long way from home, young man.” Jason took his time to drink up the water. Just so the man wouldn’t feel the need to get him another one.
“You're at the interstate going to Tennessee. From the looks of it, whoever dropped you off took you somewhere between here and Birmingham.”
Fuck. So the cops, if they were even cops at this point, didn’t drive for four hours. They were driving for twelve.
Fuck Waller and her men.
“I should be going.”
“Stay over at the barn. Every three days two buses pass along this road. One for each way. It’s either that, or the vultures will have you for breakfast. That’s more time than you probably have surviving out there by yourself.”
Jason stared at his half-eaten sandwich and his glass of water.
Yeah. Think rationally. He could at least do that for himself. The heat definitely was getting to him.
When he finished his food, he stayed on that chair until the sky went dark.
-----
The food was so disgusting, it was inhumane.
Two days. And all Deadshot had eaten was a stale piece of bread, two bites out of a rotten apple, half a bowl of chili, and a greasy patty. Her stomach was going to give out any second now. And the hot porridge of something they just threw in was definitely going to make her puke if she even had anything in her stomach right then.
Every part of her body numb, she went up to the punching bag.
One.
Two.
Three.
Her fists didn’t hurt as much as she thought it would. Even when her bones were basically made of jelly by now. She hit the bag, balled up her tight fists.
Six.
Seven.
Eight. Nine. Ten.
Floyd. Floyd. Floyd.
It had been a while since he spoke to her.
But every second in this cell, she’s heard Floyd’s name being whispered amongst the guards more than anything else there was. Referring to her. To what she was. Floyd’s second. Floyd’s niece. Floyd’s protégé. Floyd’s heir.
Twenty-six. Twenty-seven. Twenty-eight.
She wasn’t Y/N. None of them cared enough about her real identity. Not even the news stations cared enough to flash her real name on the screen for more than a few seconds before calling her Deadshot for the rest of their report. She can't call herself Y/N in a place where all people would look at her for was to compare her to her uncle.
She heard voices. Outside. Guards.
Lots of them.
“OPEN THE GATES!”
“EVERYBODY, LINE UP FOR EXTRACTION.”
“LET’S GO. MOVE. MOVE.”
Huh.
So that was today.
They all had to be armed. And ready to take her down.
She can put up a bit of a fight. For the fun of it.
She turned away from the bag, fists secured up to her head. She saw their faces incoming. A large shield held by the front liner and about ten viciously armed guards trailing behind.
“Come on, motherfuckers!” Deadshot said.
“GO. GO.”
The door slid open.
The shield pushed her to the ground before she could even do so much as move out of the way. She jumped up, twisted the arm that grabbed onto her and kneed him to the pelvis, stomped on his thighs.
Guns started aiming at her.
“Don’t you dare shoot that gun!” Their leader screamed at them.
Not long after, her arms were being held back, another one grabbing her legs. She flailed and kicked about.
“I can walk, you assholes!”
“Can't take the chance.”
A chair. A wheelchair that looked more like a torture machine than anything else. She thrashed about and screamed just as they placed her to sit on it, strapping her arms and head in place so she could barely move at all.
She calmed. She didn’t struggle. She didn’t even ask where she was going. She knew exactly where she was headed.
When they took her to an impossibly dark hallway where at the end, she saw soldiers without armor waiting for her with a suitcase, she swallowed.
“This gonna hurt?” she asked.
“You won't feel a thing…”
She breathed. Breathed. Breathed. Slowly as the chair went closer to the station, she tried so much to hide her neck, but couldn’t with the straps.
And when she saw the size of the needle gun, she jumped up in her seat.
“It’s been six fuckin’ years since Floyd, you didn’t think to have a little upgrade in your equipment?”
“Shut up.”
They pressed the gun to her neck and shot the nanite explosive right past her flesh and muscle.
It was like surviving a bullet and staying awake the whole time it went into her skin. She screamed out in so much pain. It was a bullet. It was a bullet. It was a fucking bullet. She was shot. No. She was dying. Bleeding. She pulled on all the straps.
“Let me go!”
“Take her back to the cell.”
Every hair on her body was sticking up. She swore she felt it bleed. There was something running down her neck. Onto her orange suit. The whole time she was taken to her place, she wouldn’t stop screaming and crying out for the help that was never to come.
They took her back in, undid the straps.
Then she fell to the ground.
“Calm down,” the guard said. “Everybody move out!”
Once again, she was alone. In an old, dusty prison cell that wasn’t even hers to begin with.
At least she thought she was.
“You shouldn’t be so scared of bullets…”
No.
The nerve of this man.
He just had to show up now.
“I have nothing to say to you.”
“You have no one else to talk to.”
“That doesn’t mean I need you.”
Floyd was sitting on the edge of her little bed, crouched over to his knees. “Get up,” he said.
Something within her, so used to doing exactly as he told her to, it wouldn’t let her say no. She shut her eyes closed and crawled over to a wall so she can pull herself up. Her hand went over to her neck, at the same mark Floyd had on his.
“Don’t touch it.”
She leaned against the wall, arms over her chest.
“Even when you were scared of bullets coming right at you, you were never afraid of guns.”
“I don’t want to talk about this.”
“You love guns. You love what you do. Don’t pretend I put you up to a life you never wanted.”
“This?!” she pointed up around the cell. “This wasn’t what I wanted. Not by a long shot.”
“But you knew there was a risk. You took it anyway. You put yourself in more danger than you can handle because you wanted to.”
No. He fucking wasn’t going to use that against her.
“I cleared your debts. I’m here because Waller wanted another Deadshot on the team. It’s because of you, I have a bomb in my neck. I always wanted to be a fucking great markswoman, but it doesn’t mean I wanted to be you.”
It would have probably stung him if he was here at all. But frankly, a figment of her imagination wouldn’t have its feelings hurt if she didn’t want it to.
Floyd let out a sigh and patted the side of the cot to let her sit beside him.
“Y/N…”
Only in her head. She finally hears her name after two days.
She rolled her eyes and took the damn seat.
“You know why you have that fear?”
Her attention never left the ground.
“You know how much you hurt people. All the way back from when you shot your first target. The more you killed, the more you realized how painful it was going to be when the world bites you back and gives you what you think you deserve…”
“It is what I deserve.”
“You think irony is what’s going to kill you.”
“Stop it.”
“But this is who you are. You have never been me. You have always been a different Deadshot. And I knew that. Always. Zoe could see it. Jason could see it-“
“Don’t. Say. His name.”
“This is you. And you're forgetting what you used to call yourself when you were little. When you weren’t so afraid of it taking your life. I never gave you a name because you’ve already named yourself-“
“FLOYD-“
“You are The Bullet. If you think irony wants you dead, bit it back in the ass. Become your fear.”
“AGH!”
She swung at her side, but Floyd was gone.
-----
A pile of hay was actually nice to lay down on.
The cow that was staring at him the whole time, though, was quite unnerving. The chickens as well. And they woke him up just as the sun began to rise, and Jason never would have thought he’d have to wake up to ten chickens and roosters screaming at his ear, as a well a dog with so much salivation licking up his face.
He relieved himself, scratched his head, splashed his face with a bucket of water. Already, he felt so much better.
When he walked out of the barn, Jason saw the old farmer stretching his arms at the porch. He turned over to him and waved. Jason waved back. then he saw him gesture for him to come over and reluctantly, he did.
“Got a good night’s rest?”
“I certainly did. I can't thank you enough.”
“Don’t thank me just yet. Come on. Let’s get some breakfast.”
“I really should-“
“Oh, young man, you shouldn’t feel like this is of any trouble. ‘Cuz you are going to get your breakfast yourself.”
He wasn’t so sure what that meant. “What?”
“Here’s a basket. Stay away from the chicken at the far back. She likes to peck out of your fingers.”
Oh. Well, shit.
“Okay,” Jason swallowed.
He went back into the barn and walked on over to the chicken coop. There were a few of the females in their cages laying eggs. And the roosters were just strutting about like they owned the place.
A certain one with a smooth head and red and yellow feathers started pecking at his feet. “You know, you remind me of a certain replacement back at home.”
The rooster clucked, then walked away into the hay piles.
“Okay, don’t kill me,” Jason kept his head away when he reached in and felt for eggs in the nest. It was still warm to touch. He took two and placed them on the basket. He did the same over the other ones until he reached the last one. The largest one.
But she had her own eggs inside and there wasn’t really much for both of them to eat. He closed one eye as he reached over…
“BUUUUUCK!” The chicken bit his hand and rapidly flapped her wings at Jason, then he instantly shut the cage door.
“Shit.”
He went back over to the house and knocked on the door. The farmer smiled at him as he took the basket.
“Come on. You can wait over at the table and I’ll fry these babies up.”
“I don’t mean to impos-“
“Eh, come on over.”
The old man had already turned around and went into the kitchen. His house was so small. There was only one couch. No TV. A lot of books. A dinner table that sat two.
He went over to the shelf.
It wasn’t so much the kind of books he read. Not the classics. They were all dime romance novels you’d find at a gas station store. And there were a lot of them.
“My wife left them behind,” the farmer said to him. “I read one everyday. Just to keep some kind of memory of her.”
He smiled. Because he didn’t say it like he was someone to pity over. He said it like it was something to be proud of. And it was.
“You read the paper, boy? It’s over there.”
He pointed at the newspaper on the table. “We got a delivery boy from the next house. I pay him a hefty price just to come all the way up here everyday.”
“They still have newspapers?”
The old man narrowed his boys. “Youngsters.”
He took the paper and sat on the table. Nothing much interested him. Mostly just news on a town in Tennessee.
But there was one, tiny section at the corner that caught his eye.
‘Dead Billionaire Falcone Found Penniless’
‘Gotham City’s billionaire philanthropist Carmine Falcone, after being murdered in his office underneath the Gotham Museum of Art, was discovered to have left nothing to his apparent heirs, as the title of all his assets, the museum included, had been secretly sold out and transferred ownership to various other enterprises from all across the world. This includes all the recently bought out conglomerates and properties from other businessmen of Gotham, such as Salvatore Maroni and ten others. These assets have since been liquidated just days prior to his death. But as they checked all of Mr. Falcone’s accounts, the numbers were as good as zeroes. It is unknown where the money had gone to and why the billionaire chose to do so. The Falcone Family insists on investigating the matter and getting the inheritance that their patriarch had left behind.’
The old farmer then placed his plate of eggs on the table, as well as a few strips of bacon.
“Killed that boar just a few days ago. Pig’s been feeding me everyday since then,” he chuckled, then he took the seat beside Jason and ate up his food.
When Jason was washing the plates, the old farmer had fallen asleep on his couch. It was refreshing, seeing folks like this so trusting. It will kill him, one of these days. If he ever lets in the wrong kind of people. And looking around, he didn’t even look like he had a gun. If Jason had one with him, he’d give it to the old man just so he’d have some chance against the evils out there.
Jason sat out the porch, on the rocking chair. He watched as the field of wheat danced along the wind, as the grass fluttered with that beautiful, calming sound brushing against each other. Every so often, the wind strengthens, and it was with the bells hung on the door and the windvane that sounded so well with the leaves being blown away. It was so different from Gotham.
He pulled out the picture of Y/N and instantly, everything felt even lighter. And heavier. At the same time. Lighter because she brightens up everything there was, wherever he was. And heavier because she wasn’t actually here. And while he was this lucky to have found the help he needed, she, on the other hand, wasn’t.
He’s never had anyone sacrifice so much for him more than she did.
She loved him so much…
And the prison was all the way over to Louisiana. The opposite side of where he was going. After a night’s rest, he realized there wasn’t even anything waiting for him at Gotham. She wasn’t there. Everything he hated, on the other hand, was. There was nothing left for him. Nothing he could go back to.
“Pretty thing, she is.”
The old man was leaning against the wall behind him, looking over his shoulder at Y/N’s picture.
“Yeah… the prettiest.”
“Your girl?”
He nodded.
“She who you going back to in Gotham?”
“She… uh… isn’t there.”
“Where is she then?”
This man didn’t know anyone five miles outside his house. It probably wouldn’t matter. “She’s… in Belle Reve.”
“Oh,” He wheezed through the spaces in his gums. “Sorry to hear that.”
“I should have gone there with her.”
“Belle Reve, eh?” the farmer asked.
“Yeah.”
“Take the bus across the street. You’ll end up going back to where you came from but that bus’s going all the way over to Louisiana.
“There’s a bus going to the prison?”
“Aye. I suggest you go after her. You got better things to do back at home?”
He didn’t answer. He just stared at the fluttering wheat and the tall grass around it.
“I served my time. Four years. My wife visited me all the time. Made me feel appreciated. Like she never gave up on me. Doesn’t matter what I did or what I’ve done to deserve it.”
“What did you do?”
He laughed. “What didn’t I do? I was a bad kid. All the way up to my thirties. Everyone looked at me like I was some sort of rat. Especially my son. He left the minute he could walk and never came back.”
“I’m sorry…” he shook his head. “And I know how it feels. Being a troubled kid.”
“Then that woman of yours better look at you differently than everyone else, ‘cuz they be the only ones we hang on to. Makes us want to do better and prove them right.”
Yeah. Definitely.
That night, he slept on the rocking chair looking up at the stars. When he woke up, the farmer had placed a blanket over him.
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“AAAAAAGGGGHHHHH!”
“Get up from the damn floor, Lawton!”
“My name…” Deadshot spat at the floor. “…isn’t Lawton.”
“I don’t care. Get up.”
The taser was brought right back up against her spine. Daring her. Waiting for her to try to snap another neck. Then with both her arms held back, they started leading her out into the open field.
“Usually, we do this far away from the facility. But with Waller here, she wanted to see what you can do.”
“Ah. Tryouts. Do I get this fucking bomb off my neck if I fail?”
“No. It will detonate.”
“Fuck you.”
Out into the bright, glimmering sunshine, she squinted her eyes and shielded her face with her hair. But she could barely do so much as blink when there were five guards around her, armed this time. She could probably reach out into a man’s hip and grab a gun without them looking if she didn’t already know where she was headed.
Out on the bright, orange field. Clear of grass and littered with human shaped shooting targets. They were, however, laid out side by side, closely to each other. She would have thought they’d be further apart. And they all stood on top of a black, outstretched tire that went in a large circle.
Amanda Waller. One of her men held out an umbrella for her despite her being a few inches taller. There were even more armed men littered around. One more so than the rest. A pale-skinned man with a large AK over his chest, a bullet proof vest, military gear. Sunglasses that shielded his eyes.
Rick Flag.
“So you’re the new Deadshot,” Rick greeted her as they dragged her toward the range. “I see the resemblance.”
“She’s even more daring than Floyd,” Waller said to her. “I’d be careful.”
“Well, we might as well know now if she’s any better than her uncle.”
“I am.”
“Are you now?”
“That’s what she says,” Waller raised a brow at her.
“Unlock her.”
She waited for the guards to take out the cuffs. Smoothing out her wrists, she stretched out her arms.
“How would you know I won't shoot you?”
“I don’t. But I’m here to see if you're just a fraud or if you're at least half as good as your uncle. Now get to work.”
Her neck stretching over to the side, Deadshot went over to the table. A whole arsenal of weapons. AKs. Sniper rifles. Pistols. With all the magazines and ammo she needed. She walked on over and picked the pistol.
The daylight young, the people around her silent, everyone turned their watchful eyes on her, guns out, ready to pounce.
She pointed the AK-47 at the targets and fired.
At the ten targets. One shot on each of their heads. She shot it all within a second, just as she told Waller she could do. And at the next round, she shot those exact same bullet holes in the same length of time. And all over again five times over.
There was only just one hole on each target. A hole she’s shot at several times from a hundred yards away.
She placed the AK back onto the table.
“Done. Can I go now?”
“No. We decided to give you more of a challenge.”
The rubber tire, or what looked like one, where the targets were standing on, they all of a sudden started spinning slowly in a circle at a click on Rick Flag’s remote. Turning over the corner, back facing Deadshot, before it turned back to face her again. It was a fucking conveyer belt.
Deadshot bit onto her gums.
She took the pistol this time.
“Go.”
Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
“We didn’t have this in our time,” Floyd said to her ear.
“Shut up.”
One. Two. Three. Four. Five.
The targets had turned. She had to shoot their backs. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve.
Almost missed that one. She placed another magazine.
Fifteen.
Sixteen.
Eighteen.
Twenty-two.
The target looked like it was about to break. Even with it made of metal.
Thirty. Forty.
Then the target got faster.
She took an M-16 Carbine.
The recoil was sharp on her shoulder, painful when it pushed her back. She kept firing. Firing. She was slower, took her time just a bit more. She reloaded it not long after until finally, one of the target’s heads actually blew off.
Sixty. Seventy. Eighty
Finally, the Barret MRad Sniper rifle.
The targets started spinning even faster. But she didn’t flinch. She kept her focus.
She breathed.
She slowed her heartbeat.
She cleared her thoughts.
Ninety-seven.
‘Come on.’
Ninety-eight.
‘You’re almost there.’
Ninety-nine.
‘Become the bullet.’
One fucking hundred.
Breaths out, she put the gun back on the table.
Then Flag turned off the conveyer belt.
One hundred shots. Which meant each target should have had around ten bullets pierce through it’s head.
But there was only one bullet hole on all of them. Right at the center of their heads. The same ones she had already made.
“Sorry about the other one,” she shrugged. “Didn’t realize your equipment wasn’t up to par.”
Flag didn’t move his head, but let his eyes follow her until she walked over to the guards, put her hands behind her and smirked.
“I’m surprised you're not asking for a million dollars like your uncle.”
“He asked for Zoe to live a good life. And you couldn’t even give that. And trust me, I’ve already made my deal with your boss. Am I right, Waller?”
Waller’s frown was something no one would be able to draw. Her nostrils were flared up, and the way Deadshot just smiled at her, it was braver than anyone else in the whole building had done.
The guards kept their silence now. Didn’t stick a taser up her back. Didn’t beat her with a baton on the way to her cell. But when they locked her up, they added just one more lock on its hinges. She placed her elbows against the door and looked out through the opening, watching the guards avoid the look on her eye.
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Six eggs. The last chicken finally let him hand over her lays and he walked happily out of the barn and walked back into the house.
“Here,” he gave it to the old man.
“Thank you, son. You’re a real good man.”
“No. I don’t… I don’t know how to thank you enough. You saved my life.”
“Ah. Don’t mention it. The company you’ve given me? More than what I could ask for. You remind me so much of my son. Except, you're a lot nicer.”
Jason watched him crack the eggs into the pan.
“I should get going.”
“You won't stay for breakfast?”
“I can't. But thank you.”
“Here,” he went over to his fridge and took out a sandwich. “Prepared it for you. For the trip back.”
He didn’t even know how much he’s thanked this man so far. Who was he? Did he know Jason somehow? Was he someone he forgot?
Probably not. He was just a lonely old man in need of company. His wife would have died three, maybe four years ago, and he only ever goes out into the city once a month. He wasn’t sure if he even talks to people in between them.
“I guess I can have a bite,” Jason said.
The old man’s smile was incomparable.
They ate and laughed the whole time on that table. Jason ate the eggs, drank the freshest glass of milk he’s had in a long time. He had bathed in the barn that morning and he’s never felt better since he got dropped off in the middle of nowhere. It was humbling, where he was.
He could only wish he got to share this with Y/N. He and the farmer would have hit it off.
The old man went out with him on the porch. The bus to Gotham arrives in five minutes.
“Here.” Jason took out his wallet and took out a few bills. “For your troubles.”
“Son, I have no use for money. I grow my own food. I buy only the absolute necessities. You would end up needing it more than I do.”
“Please…”
The old man held out his hand, shook his head. Every time, he surprises him.
“I can't believe I never caught your name…” Jason said.
He grinned from ear to ear, tipped down his hat, then laughed. “Name’s Bruce.”
It caught him off guard. Just for a second. “What?”
“Bruce Larkin. Lived in Tennessee my whole life.”
He stretched out his hand for him to take. Eyes not leaving his face, Jason took it. “What’s your name, boy?”
“Jason. Jason Todd.”
“Young Jason. Pleasure to have met you.”
“You're a good man, Bruce.”
“I may have done my deeds, but I lived a good life. Now go. Bus should be here in a few seconds.”
It almost hurt having to leave the old man behind. One of these days, he’ll come back. Pay a visit. Still, it made him wonder who this man truly was, what his intentions actually were.
He’s only met so many good people, truly good people, ones who never think of anything in return and take happiness out of helping strangers they didn’t know. It was hard to believe that no matter the cruelties he’s dealt with his whole life, there were the pure angels out there to lift him back up.
And, the one thing he couldn’t believe he noticed, Farmer Bruce never once mentioned the mark on his face. Didn’t think it tainted him or looked at it long enough to make him squirm.
He looked back out at the house. Bruce was still there, hands in his pockets.
The bus stopped in front of him and the door split open.
If he gets on, he’ll be off to Gotham.
If he stays behind and crosses the street, he’ll wait another five minutes for the bus to Louisiana. He’ll risk his life and do anything to see Y/N again.
It wasn’t even a hard decision to make.
Jason watched the bus doors closed. Then when it left, he crossed the street. Minutes later the next bus stopped and he got in. Waving at Bruce through the window, he settled down and closed his eyes.
He watched the miles of grass, wide open fields, swamps, forests, and lakes pass through him in the window. He let the calmness help him mellow down. And although it helped, it only guilted him into remembering the tortures his one love had to be going through right now. While he was so lucky, she was suffering. Fuck.
He had no idea what to expect. The day turned to night, then turned back to morning. He was in the bus for hours. Absolutely nothing went on in his mind. And he was scared. He didn’t even have a plan. He was probably going to have to break into Belle Reve. And that was if they hadn’t already taken her away to some god awful mission and possibly lose her life.
He couldn’t sleep on the bus. But he was ready. He was going to stop at nothing to see her.
The gates of Belle Reve. He hopped off the cab and stared at it from the outside.
Then he saw a few guards doing their rounds around the perimeter.
If he was fast enough, he might catch one of them alone. It’ll be all he needed. So he watched the cameras. Found a blind spot. And it was a risk without his visor on.
But for Y/N, it didn’t seem like much of a risk at all.
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This cot was going to blow out anytime soon.
It wasn’t even that she was heavy. It was rickety and old, probably the same exact one Floyd used. And Floyd was a large man. The seams started to rip and the place where her ass lays against was as worn out as a dirty rag. She didn’t like to think about why that was.
But god help her if she even cares much about the stupid cot. She laid against the wall, knees up to her chest. The wall was staring back at her like and she wasn’t about to let it win. Was she going crazy? Probably. She didn’t care much about that either. She’ll be working with Harley. She’ll have to be crazy to deal with her.
She heard guards from outside. So she closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.
Only one guard, it seems. There weren’t any talking. And there was only one set of footsteps coming her way. She hated that even more. Then the taunting and catcalling and harassing won't be in any way hindered.
“Y/FN Y/LN?”
That was a first. No one’s said her real name in… ever.
“What do you want?”
She heard the small opening at her door slide open. The guard’s voice was less muffled now. “It’s me.”
Who-
That voice.
She looked up.
“Oh my god…” she leapt up the cot and ran all the way over to the door. Hands on the iron, eyes watery and gleaming against the dim, orange light.
Jason was the most beautiful man in the whole world and he looked no less than an angel disguised as a guard, half his face covered with a mask. But it was, without a doubt, his bright blue eyes that was staring right at her.
“I’m here, baby…”
“Jason…” The endless tears. All of it. She hadn’t even cried her whole time in Belle Reve. She’s screamed. She’s yelled out in the most horrible pain. But she never cried. And all those days of torture, it came out of her now. Even more so when Jason pulled down his mask and pressed his forehead against the door to get as close to her as she could.
At the bottom opening, he had his hand out. Y/N took it and held it so tightly that her fingers started going numb. He took off his gloves so he could feel her warmth. Or rather, let her feel his warmth.
“You are a complete dumbass for breaking in here,” she cried.
“I know. I am. But I’ve always been one for you.”
“God,” she reached out with her other hand, holding both of his. “I thought I’d never see you again.”
“Are you alright? What did they do to you?”
She wanted to lie. Tell him she was okay. Even though she was barely even holding up on her own two feet. “Just about how every prisoner gets treated here…”
“Fuck… Y/N…”
His thumb over her skin, she never felt so happy over something that was never going to last.
“I swear I’ll do anything to get you out.”
“Jay…” she cried. “You’ll die…”
“And if I don’t, you’ll die.”
“I’ll be alright. They’ll let you visit. After a while. I think. I’m not too sure.”
“I’m not taking that chance.”
“Jay-“
“No. I mean it. I’m not going to let this go. You can't possibly expect me to move on…”
No. She didn’t. Not without the worst kinds of pain that’ll possibly drive him mad.
“I’m so sorry…”
“Look at me.”
She did. He was so beautiful…
“I’ll get you out. You won't have to suffer for long. I’ll make sure of it. One way or another, I’m getting you out.”
He’s never held his hand so tight.
“Okay…”
Footsteps. They were coming.
“Shit…”
“I love you.”
“I love you so much. I promise you. I’m getting you out of here, Y/N.”
Y/N. She was Y/N again. Always had been.
Jason stuffed something small into her palm.
Then he left before the other guard could turn to the corner and see them together. He looked at Y/N, who was staring out the opening.
The guard squinted at her, walked closer, then shut the hole closed.
She looked at her palm.
The brightest blue engagement ring stared right back at her.
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Jason had to get out.
But he had to do this fast. He was at the guard’s lounge, where plenty were taking their lunch breaks. They didn’t give him so much as a glance when their eyes were focused onto the TV watching a football game. There was a telephone at a wall nearby. One he didn’t have to pay for.
He walked to it.
When he said he’ll do everything, he meant everything.
His pride could fucking suck it. His ego can die. He didn’t care if those assholes will have to think he’d grown soft. This was about Y/N. He didn’t care if he had to strut naked out at the Gotham Plaza. Though, this was so much worse.
Farmer Bruce would have done the same.
And he was going to get all the help he needed.
“Hello?”
“Dick,” his mouth trembled against the phone. “It’s me. Jason.”
“Jason?! This is a fucking collect call-“
“Then you better listen. Y/N’s in prison.”
“What?!”
He told him everything. About the deal with Waller. Her place in the Squad. The bomb in her neck. He tried with all he can to sound as desperate as he actually was. Dick, as much as it pained him to hear, wasn’t so convinced in what he asked of him.
“Jason, if you're asking me to help you get her out-“
“Please. Please. She’ll die. We need Oracle. And Robin.”
“Jason...” He heard Dick sigh.
The cops roared at the TV. Someone scored a goal.
“What Waller’s doing is wrong. You know that.”
“I know, but she made a deal with Bruce that he wasn’t to interfere with her task force.”
“We’re not Bruce. This is Y/N. Please, Dick, she’s the only thing I’ve got… You say you want me back in the family. Well, she’s my family. And I swear, if you help me with this, I owe you my life.”
“Okay. Okay,” he let out a sigh. “Okay. She’s… I understand.”
Jason’s breath was shaking against the phone. “I should be back in Gotham in a day’s time.”
“We need to do this as legally as possible. What did you have in mind?”
“I’m- I’m not so sure. It’s impossible to break her out of this place. They’ve upped the security since Harley broke out.”
“So we wait?”
“On her first mission out with the squad. We can go with them and sneak her out when no one’s looking. And I’ll need Oracle to come up with something that can disable the bomb in her neck.”
“Jason, that could be months from now.”
“Or days. Waller seemed persistent to get her here. I thought she might have been preparing for something. You heard about the news on Falcone?“
“Yeah. Real shady stuff. All his money went out to so many ghost accounts under different names of people that don’t even exist. And they’ve all been withdrawn. That’s billions of dollars.”
“Exactly. What if it’s just one guy? Waller knew about Falcone. She’s been warning Y/N not to work for him for a while. What if she knows exactly who’s behind it the whole time? Falcone’s puppet master to get him the money he needed?”
“That’s a long list of suspects, Jay.”
“We can narrow it dow-“
Loud groans from the guards screaming boos at the TV. When he looked up, he saw the game had been interrupted by breaking news.
Jason stopped talking to Dick when he saw the picture on the screen.
“Jason? You there?”
“Dick… Turn on the news…”
“Reports from Gotham City where it seems to have had history repeat itself from the night before the Arkham Knight Militia occupation. The National Bank of Gotham had just been exposed to a familiar cloud of fear toxin. One-hundred twenty-six people were inside the building as the smoke dispersed, and almost all of them had fallen victim from the bank’s armed guard, who had used his gun to massacre more than twenty people in the building. The victims were shown to have displayed severe cases of mania and hallucinations, causing them to act almost inhumane and do countless of harmful acts.”
“Fuck…” Dick said to the phone. “Not again…”
“The man behind this infamous toxin is no other than Dr. Jonathan Crane, also known by his alias as the Scarecrow-“
Vicki Vale stopped talking to the camera and pressed on her earpiece.
“Hold on. I’m getting reports on Scarecrow releasing a broadcast over at Times’ Square. Air it now!”
The camera switched over to one at the square. It faced the billboard.
Nothing changed. Not even his face. And if he weren’t paying attention, if Jason hadn’t been behind the camera the first time Scarecrow released his city wide warning, he wouldn’t have been able to tell the difference.
“This city… cannot so easily escape my reign of fear… If you thought the last time was the worst I can do, I am telling you now… Citizens of Gotham. This is no longer just about you. You can no longer escape. There is no use in evacuating… I have amassed a new Cloudburst weapon powerful enough to engulf the whole of the country in my latest toxin… This is not a warning to Gotham.
“This… is my only warning… to America…”
“Dick…” Jason said over to the phone. “Wanna bet on where he got the funding for that weapon?”
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#jason todd#jason todd x reader#jason todd reader insert#arkham knight#arkham knight x reader#suicide squad#floyd lawton#reader insert
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hii sorry im dropping in like this v rudely but ahh just saw your old blog was deactivated and nearly had a heart attack fsjhgdkjfghjk (tumblr literally never shows me my notifs!!!) but but god am i relieved to see youre here now!! what happened btw?
(also your taylor swift post on this blog...as a fan of her music im cracking up she is literally everywhere like that im so sorry lmaoo)
OMG I THOUGHT THAT POST WAS IN MY DRAFTS NOOOOOO HAHAHA well. whatever. it's just that I was watching a concert in honour of a very famous singer of my country soo I was having stupid thoughts HAHAA
AND YES!!! I ACCIDENTALLY DEACTIVATED IT APPARENTLY!!! I did it by mistake though hdjsidid I hate this site. how can you even delete 3 BLOGS just like that!!!! 3 FUCKING BLOGS because all of them are gone. just gone. puff, like that. I don't even really know what happened actually
and also I'm trying to remake the stuff I had in my drafts but MAAAAN
#also i was thinking of reposting the old posts I liked because. ugh. I liked them. I liked to see them on my blog. idk how to explain it#but maaaaan I worked a lot on that little corner of the internet!! it took me a while to get the dashboard I wanted and ugh I have to start#from 0 again now. well. at least this time I'll keep a better tagging system maybe? I hope so#and thankfully I remember things well and I was able to find my friends here ahaha#coffee time ☕
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Sometimes I feel so liberated when Compress did the face reveal. It was like pointing at my friends and going: I TOLD YALL THAT HE'D BE HOT AND LOOK
anyways compress stans stay winning
you could tell he would be hot just from the peek beneath the balaclava but honestly? valid. if he hadn't been hot i would still have fucked him. i kind of wish he'd been a bit older and LOOKED a bit older because the idea of thirty two year old atsuhiro being like oooh noooo i'm such an ooold maaaan is . . . baby please gfnjkbgfjkbn
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Mitchel Bakker IS ONLY 20 YEARS OLD!!!!!!😱😱😱😱😱
YOU'RE TELLING ME HE'S YOUNGER THAN EVEN KYLIAN!!!! HE IS A TALLASS BABY!!!!
THIS WHOLE TIME HE'S BEEN A TALLASS BABY AND I NEVER KNEW!!!
HE.IS.YOUNGER.THAN.KYLIAN!!!!!!!!
EVERY TIME THEY ALL HUGGED HIM OR HE HUGGED THEM, THE TEAM WERE GETTING HUGGED BY A BABY!!!!!!!
A BABY!!!!!
😱😱😱😱😱
I need to sit down........
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A baby...... oh my God. A real baby
The only reason I found this out was because he's in the short list for the golden boy
Like congratulation baby. You tall, giant, child you. But how the hell I missed this is beyond me.
This picture takes on an entirely new meaning y'all😟😟😟 that's Neymar and his giant baby. Like oh my God. I might legit die of heartattack. This is just gjgjgjgjgj
........
Oh my God.
He's a giant baby who fights people😫😫
I can't. My heart can't physically take this anymore.
Baby Mitch who was born in the year 2000😟😟😟
This is my baby now. And I will protect him with my life.
Congratulation on being on the short list sweetie. We're all rooting for you!!!!
Maaaan, I literally had an internal mama bear crises in the middle of the fucking night because how the hell did I miss this😖😖😖
Baby Mitch!!!!
I'm gonna cry.
😭😭😭😭😭
@spartak1985 @kingkyks @too-multifandom-to-function @psg-est-magique @football-tears @sensationsalade
Whoever knew about this and didn't tell me! I want answers!!!!! I literally had a life crises people!!!!
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We are not just friends —Part 14
Chris Evans x bi!latina!character (Sofia is a people of color, she's brown.)
Chris and Sofia meet when their best friends started dating, it all started at friends with loads of bumps on the road.
Warnings: drinking, smoking, drug use (weed), assault, Chris being Steve Rogers, commitment issues, my girl Sofia kinda messy, lots of fucking (eventually)
This is slow burn at its best, at least emotionally.
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"We haven't spoken on a while, I hurtled him, he was in love with me and I told him all that awful shit," Sofia answered Mandy when she asked if she's been talking to Chris. "Never apologized properly and basically broke up over a text. It's okay though, it's the best for him."
Mandy stayed quiet for a bit, looking at the road ahead while she drove to a doctor's appointment, there were going to get the baby's gender and she was going to keep the secret and go the whole baby reveal the gender.
"I think he's seeing someone," Mandy told her and Sofia blinked.
"Oh,"
"He's coming over this weekend, to the party."
"Oh,"
"Say something more than oh?"
"I don't know what to say, alright. I can deal with it, I'm a big girl." Sofia said as her hands just started sweating out of nervousness.
"Sure, looks like it. Big girl fucking sweating," Amanda pointed out and Sofia gives her a look.
"Thanks for letting me know though," She said and sigh. "I'm getting so fucking drunk, I love you but I'm gonna be hammered enough for people to avoid me."
"You can deal with whatever you want to, baby. I'm giving you a free pass," Amanda told her. "Dad still pretty stingy about me pregnant, so he's probably gonna be there drinking with you."
"He's excited, but he still sees you as your little girl, I mean, he probably it's picturing Luke cumming inside you." She laughed as Amanda hit her.
"You're fucking disguising, ugh!" She punches her in her arm and her leg and then laughed. "It's probably true,"
They laughed together and after they leave the appointment Sofia couldn't stop crying when she saw the little peanut moving inside of her best friend.
"Oh my fucking God, I'm so fucking emotional," She was sobbing as they climbed the car once again.
"Don't you dare to fucking say it," Amanda threaten her as she started the car. "Don't, don't. Or yes, oh my fucking God tell me—" She turned to look at her.
"You made me promise, I can't—you tell me this was gonna happen." Sofia laughed as she wipes her tears. "It's only two days, you'll be fine," She waves her off.
"Two days, I can do that. Yes, sure. I can."
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She hasn't really had time to sat down and process what Mandy had told her in the car, Chris coming and he's seeing someone, that she thinks he's seeing someone.
She was sitting cross-legged on the fluffy carpet as she eyed her cellphone, old messages between them still there and she types a
—Hey Chris, heard you're back
She didn't press send, it was just sitting there. Staring back at her, bold black letters getting bigger.
"I shouldn't, God I shouldn't." She said to herself and grabbed her phone and deleted the text, reading the last text he sent.
—I'm doing good, Sof, thanks for asking.
God, that was cold and made her cry, I deserve it. She never went around to answer him, he never texted something else, that was two months ago.
"What I'm doing?" She asked herself she read and still re-read the text. "He's seeing someone,"
With a sigh she let her cellphone on the carpet and get on dressing herself for the party, it was the engagement party slash gender reveal, so it was a huge thing. Everyone was coming, friends, family.
She started drinking while getting ready, she was officially living alone for the past month because Mandy was living with her soon to be husband as she should be and she was pregnant, closer to her parents and Luke's family. Everything was going so great for everyone else and she felt like shit for the past four-month, depressed was an understatement.
Still, she made the party just in time. Carrying the cake she made with the stupid pink or blue gender reveal. Heels clicking on the floor as she made way between the people, stopping every two seconds saying hello to someone.
It was draining, she wasn't in the mood to speak with everyone. Her hands were sweating as she played with the hem of her pretty pink bodycon dress and locked herself in the mirror, stressed, depressed, and about to see the guy you broke his heart and know she's probably in love with him.
"Fuck my life," She mutter at herself in the mirror and grabbed the beer she was nursing, officially she was tipsy.
More people were coming in and the place was slowly but steady was getting crowded, music was playing on the background. Sofia spotted Amanda and Luke, speaking with people kissing and hugging each other. She couldn't help but smile, they so deserve each other.
"Holy shit," She heard a voice, and a pair of hands slide on her waist and pulled her back. "You look fucking gorgeous, never knew that pink was your color." It was Scott, placing a kiss on her cheek as she laughed.
"Never used it, guess is a special occasion," She smiles posing at the same time. "I'm so glad you could make it,"
"I told you I'll be here,"
"Yeah, he's here isn't he?" Sofia asked and Scott changed his face for a second.
"He is but he didn't come alone," Scott said as Sofia looked at him. "I was very vocal that he shouldn't come with her because it wasn't fair to you and it's very recent but she was supposed to go back to LA this afternoon but her flight got delayed for tomorrow morning—"
Sofía ears were ringing as Scott keep explaining how Chris came with another woman, this is it—whatever little figment of hope that maybe Chris felt something for her still was light on fire, destroy. It was gone.
"Okay," Sofia said looking at him. "It's fine I don't care." She shrugged, she did care, she obviously did care. "You want a drink?, I need a drink and there are these little things," Sofia made a gesture. "They're tiny but delicious."
Scott was amazed at the state of denial she had quickly reach, of course, he was going to play along. This wasn't the time to get her to talk.
~~~
It was hard for not seeing her in the crowd, little pink dress running around always with a drink in her hand. Chris felt his stomach turn around all the time he catches sight of her.
"Hey maaaan," He heard Luke's voice calling him and Chris smile, giving each other a hug. "Mandy is mad as hell, you prepare yourself." Luke laughed and Chris sigh.
Oh he knew, he knew.
"Yeah, I gather she'll be…" Chris said and looked at the girl beside him that was mingling like a pro, chatting with people.
"Chris!," Mandy said with a smile appearing from nowhere, the smile was there but the murderous look couldn't be hidden.
"Hey Mand, looking good as ever," He embraces her and she whispered on his ear. "I'm going to fucking kill you," She laughed and grabbed his arms.
Chris grabbed her hand and walked her to a little more private part, they needed to talk this out.
"I didn't want to bring her, she wasn't even supposed to be here. I'm sorry," Chris said and Mandy looked at him.
"I understand that I do. And it's okay, you don't wanna be an asshole she probably doesn't deserve that but," She took a breath." but not long ago you were crying in my fucking couch of how much you love that girl over there that's barely holding it together since all of this exploded, crying at every stupid thing and dealing with her guilt,"
"She broke out with me over text, Amanda. Basically told me that I wasn't important enough, didn't want to talk things out. She ended it,"
"She's in love with you. Sofia is in love with you and she doesn't know how to approach you to talk things out. She's awkward because she wants to do things right by you, dude." Amanda explained and Chris put both hands on his head, "And them me being pregnant, getting married and I moved out. I know she's happy for me and it's rooting for me but there's a lot of change," Amanda said wiping her tears. "I know she feels left out and now you showed up to my engagement party with someone else while my best friend is literally trying to get it together."
"Baby, we gotta keep going," Luke appeared, and Amanda sigh, walking away with her fiancé.
~~~
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