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calypsoff2 · 3 years

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Six.

My daughters are the most stubborn, they are really mine. The elder two anyways, Imani is like her dad she will just be quiet and proceed to whatever is happening, it’s nice to see her being less naughty. She does the naughty act with her father more then anything, it’s Chris though. He is to blame because he spoils her so much, the whole temper tantrum she would have, the whole staying in our bed and being naughty is because of her father. She has calmed down a lot, I am unsure if she understands that her dad is hurt. I am unsure if she has understood the whole speech, but we will get through it, I don’t want the girls to be at the hospital sleeping so dragging them to the apartment was hell, so many questions but Joyce is here, so is my mother. My mother is with me, she will be at the place because I will of course be going back to the hospital, but I had to come with them, I had no choice in that, they wanted to be there, so I came here, tuck them into bed and answer their questions. I really want to be free with my kids, I want them to know that they can ask me anything, that nothing is a stupid question “Imani is asleep girls so please don’t be loud in the bedroom” my little pumpkin was too tired “I am not, I want don’t want to sleep in the middle and Tianna won’t listen” Rylee complained “why don’t you?” I questioned “because you are sleeping in the bed with us?” looking down at Rylee, I had to laugh. She is very amendment that I am, but I am not “girls” I said sighing out, Tianna came up behind Rylee to look at me too “I am going to tuck you both into bed, we can talk but I am going back to the hospital, when dad is awake you can come” oh they don’t like the answer “we can stay awake, that is not fair?” they are cute “of course you can but you both need sleep, Gran Gran Mon is going to be here, I want you both to be good. My mom isn’t shy of whooping your asses” Rylee scoffed walking off “is dad ok mom?” Tianna asked “of course he is, come on now” hard work these two, that is me all over.

Resting my head in my hand just on my knees on the edge of the bed, I won’t go until they fall asleep “does this mean we not going to have Christmas?” Tianna asked “that doesn’t mean it at all, we may need to just appreciate what we have, we didn’t get time to buy things did we really, but I will make it special for you girls” Rylee gasped “we didn’t get dad his present” Rylee looked at her sister “mom we have too” nodding my head “that is fine girls, Gran will take you don’t worry. Daddy will be so happy with the gift. You girls need to not worry because he will be ok, he will be so excited to see you. Lay down” I said to Rylee, these girls are so me and it’s making me laugh “what is funny mom?” Tianna asked because I sound crazy “just you both are me all over, oh god. You both are just how I am, just stubborn and demanding” I chuckled, Tianna grinned at me “but do you have any questions?” I know they will “I love you mom” Rylee said, I cooed poking my lips out “that means a lot, I hope I am the mother you both love. Also Imani but she is young, I love her innocence. I want you girls to take care of her though and be good for mom please. She won’t have silly behaviour” Rylee and Tianna both looked at each other “she whooped me twice” I cringed “you deserved it; she doesn’t put up with bullshit Rylee. And you got cheeky too, so I am not angry she did that either” she was being a little too silly.

My loves are asleep, they are safe and sound in bed, I want them to have their rest so they can be ready for another day. Leaving the door open a little as I made my way to the living area “are they asleep?” my mother asked, nodding my head “yeah, the girls are aware that you are taking care of them. They want no drama” my mother smiled a little “not that, I just didn’t want them to turn around and say mom said she would be here, and she isn’t, Rylee is the leader of that pack and if she starts, the rest will follow. Just like Robyn Fenty” I laughed shaking my head rolling my eyes “whatever mom, I can’t help that I am strong minded, but Tianna does look for Rylee, she checks for her reaction and then she reacts but are you ok with them?” my mother opened her arms “I am of course, my heart hurts to know my son in law is in that hospital bed, you be there for him” hugging my mother close “thank you” I said in a whisper “don’t thank me, just want you to be strong. We are here for you, let me know when you want me to bring the kids” moving back from the hug “I will, the girls. They really want to buy Chris a gift, they may talk you into going so please take them, tell them that mommy gave it from their savings. They want to pay but just do that for me” my mother poked her lips out “bless them, I will. Just take care” now I need to go back, and I hope he is awake by now, he has been asleep for a while, he is tired. He is tired of being hurt, I know how much this shit kind of drains him, I say kind of, but it does literally drain him “I am honestly thankful you came; I didn’t think you would, it is Christmas coming up and you are preparing for that” my mother shook her head “I worry about you then any of my kids, I am here for you. I just want the best for you” I adore my queen so much.

The paparazzi don’t fucking relax, like they are literally living outside. Walking into the hospital “I keep telling you I know him, Rihanna” seeing Herb, clearly they weren’t letting him go “I am so sorry, I heard and came here out of the studio, what happened” he rushed over to me “there is a lot of people already upstairs in the waiting room so honestly, it’s nice you are here but they aren’t going to let anyone go unless family, I don’t know what happened but he was involved in a hit and run, you were there?” I pointed “I was yes, I left to go to the studio, he did say he was going to go soon too, he was going home to LA, so we left, nothing was sinister going off at all. Shit is wild to me” Chris has formed a close bond to Herb, since he wanted to venture into music, Chris created a record label and Herb is the first person and honestly, he is doing well “it’s ok, I will call you. When he wakes up, you will be the first one and you can see him. He is not awake, he is stable and ok, but we just need to give space for a while but thank you” he looks so sad “I got scared seeing that too” G added, smiling at them both “I know, we can just pray for him. I am going to go back up now but thank you” Herb and G saluted me, Frank let me walk ahead of him to go upstairs.

Chris’ nephew is a grown ass man, it’s crazy how long I have been with him and this is why I couldn’t be without him ever, Chris’ dad just makes me happy he is so calm about everything, he is like Chris besides the part where Chris doesn’t shut his mouth though “sometimes I think someone has done something bad on my son, all he knows is pain. Like someone is taking him from me” Joyce took the words right out of my mouth “I was thinking the same thing, it pains me. Like no matter what, I know we have had some downs, we have had more ups then downs but no matter what, he is a good man. And I just feel like, I don’t know. Something was off between the fact Chris didn’t use the SUV, like we use that service to get from one place to another, Uber isn’t bad. I am not putting my nose up at it, but he shouldn’t have been in that Uber, and yes he will having a bodyguard too. Chris likes to think he isn’t famous, but he is” TJ and Mel aren’t here, only family they will allow so that is why they have gone “yes I understand, my son is famous. It’s crazy how much VA know is, I don’t even know them, and they are saying you are Chris dad” Clinton chuckled “but my son is a humble man” he is right, he is a humble man that I adore so much.

I should be in the room with Chris but then the family are in this room, the doctor isn’t letting us all sit in the room, I don’t know why but he says that he wanted Chris to get the rest, he wants to know that he doesn’t wake up confused, he said that he has been confused but I am just here counting the minutes “you know what breaks my heart is that Christmas, it is a time for rejoicing and being happy. It breaks my heart even more to know my grandbabies saw the headline” Joyce said “oh god I know, well this is Chris’ fault. He told them if you want to know where mom is do that, but he has banned them from social media, I let them use the tablet and if he knows he saw that, he will now say why did you give it” Joyce smiled so wide “they are so clever my babies, they really are. I just want to hug them so much, I was saying to Clinton that Imani is Chris all over” I laughed out “she would be so perfect as a boy” Tootie said “oh god, let’s not. Remember when we all thought she would be too” the door opened “Mrs Fenty” looking over at the door “Chris is awake, just now. We would like you to come please” I gasped “really?” I shot up “we just want you right now” Joyce was going to get up “can he his mom not come?” I asked “we just want to test Chris, it’s nothing bad, sorry. Just the doctor is testing this out” looking behind “sweetie, you can go” I feel bad now, I know she wants to see her son too.

Following the nurse “hi, sorry. He has just woke up, and he seems to be a little confused. I want to see his reaction to you. Just because he did ask about you, so when you are ready” he is using me as a test, of course I will do this. I mean I have no doubt in my mind he has forgotten me; he knows what is good for him anyways. Opening the door, there is another nurse with him, he didn’t look happy, the conversation went quiet, and he looked at the door, he looks so adorable. A smile on his face “this would only happen to you” walking into the room “are you going to put the oxygen mask back on now?” the nurse said, Chris can’t stop smiling. My heart right now, I am so happy to see him awake, the smile on his face. As I got closer to him, I can hear the shortness of breath, I know how my man breathes “you back with us eh” holding his hand “am I dead yet?” side eyeing him “because I am in heaven, you’re here” he is so annoying, grabbing the oxygen mask and placed it over his mouth “is that what you wanted?” I said to the nurse “more to shut him up” I laughed looking back over at him “you got me scared there” my voice broke “you know I can’t be without you stupid” he is angers me too, moving my hand away from his as I wiped the tears that fell “you’re here with us, that is all I care about. I am so happy” god now I won’t stop crying, I am upsetting him too now “no don’t you cry now” I said sniffling.

Sitting down on the chair next to Chris’ bed “I shall leave you both alone” the doctor has seen what he needed, he hasn’t said what he found out, but he wasn’t let down with the results, he left us alone “and Chris try and keep the oxygen mask up” he is going to take it off “I don’t like this tube?” he is so wheezy with his speech, my poor poppa “the tube is helping you, we will do a scan tomorrow. We need the lung inflated and back to how it was, you are badly bruised Chris so we are happy for what we got, glad it isn’t then what it could have been” I am glad the doctor said that, it shut him up anyways. The doctor left the room, taking in a deep breath looking at him “here I was waiting for you to come home, god has other plans” Chris nodded his head “I am just so happy to see you, imagine not being able to see your face again. I think that kills me more then anything” rolling my eyes playfully shaking my head “be quiet, I am just glad to see you’re awake and that to me just makes me happy, I thought I lost you Chris. On the flight here I prayed so hard, I really thought I did, and you don’t understand how much you mean to me. You fucking mean the world to me Chris, I can’t be here without you. I understand what happened, the police have said it is a hit and run, the driver died. I have spoken to Deja, she had a few marks on her. The police assumed it was done maliciously, asking if you had anyone that disliked you, I said no but what happened? I don’t want you to answer now because you need to keep that on” Chris shook his head “I want to tell you; I don’t care about this shit. How is the girls? Are you they ok?” he asked “they are ok” I don’t want to tell him that the girls saw what they saw right now “that’s good, as long as they are ok. Do they know?” nodding my head not really going in depth with what they said “I just saw the bright lights, and that was it. I kept waking and knock out again. Like the SUV wasn’t there, Mel was unwell and they were leaving together so I said take it” squinting my eyes “unwell? They went out for a meal or something” Chris puts hus oxygen mask back on “don’t worry about it Chris, just get better. Keep that on poppa” he closed his eyes, he seems unhappy. Chris opened his eyes “I love you” he managed to say without moving his mask back “and I love you” I want hi to just rest his mind, lets not think of what happened.

#Chrianna #Chrianna FF #Fanfic #Chrianna Fanfic #Fanfiction #Chrianna Fanfiction

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alex-fucking-dempsey · 4 years

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SPOILERS FOR 13 REASONS WHY SEASON 4 EPISODE 1: WINTER BREAK

i was high almost the whole time this is a reaction ig sjsjsjs

Clay is narratating baby boy

Who tf died?

I called it monty fucking lived I FUCKING *flips tables*

So winston shut the fuck up if alex fucking goes to jail 🔪🔪🔪

Monty is horrfying omfg also the way hes talking abt the racial system

period tell him clay

aYO WHAT THE FUCK CLAY??? Is monty alive???

Clay looks so good shut the fuck up everyone

Dylan Minette pls sir get in guts

Clay is going insane lowkey scared

I miss Ryan Shaver n Scott Reed, end post

CLAY PUT THE GLASS AWAY MF

clay is too pretty im-

i hope tyler is okay ;-;

They are dating iM IM SORRY????

i just realize wtf is sheri? Where has been😭

clay lowkey reminds of tony

Tyler :(

tyler and clays friendship>>>

"ass shoes" - jess

Shes MOVING????

"Clay-cray" "clazy" the way i wanna marry Jessica

The way im high as hell the monty illusions i hate em

Alex dad >>>>

The only cop i stan

quick break: black lives matter.

okay Tony serve the looks

Where has justin been

ZACH MY BOY I LITERALLY LOVE HIM

PLEASE SIR LET ME LOVE YOU

ohhhhh justin was OHHHH

Okay but im zach showing up eveeywhere high as hell

justin n clay >>>>

Matt >>>>

jess n justin >>>

god i love this show sm sm

WE BITCH WHO IS WE

tony = tylers mom

Zach n alex stay a million feet apart for no reason

wAIT THIS DUDE

did he replace scott where is scott fuck u

US??? BITCH YOUR NEW GO AWAY WHO IS US

cookies: stan

alex is so nervous

oMG TYLER N NEW GUY HAVE VEEN CHILLING

I love zachs vibes

AGAIN WHO TF IS WE ANI SHUT UP

oh new guys name is charlie sisjsj

oH MY

justin what ;-;

you know what you tell her honey :(

I feel you lowkey jess :(

mERRY CHIRSTMASSSSSS

oh no ;-;

iF ALEX IS BEIBG LINKED BACK TO THW MURDER BY THIS STUPID COP IMA MD RIOT

alex looks so good rn sir pls

everyone: alex dont say anything

alex: SO FUCK YOU-

why does bill looknso diifferent

winston: mourning over his bf :(

winston needs to stoo being weird

Justin n clay getting new phones so sweet

Clay looks so good in that pic ;-;

why does everyone look so goddamn goos in the season wtf

hEY QUICK MF QUESTION DOES CLAY FUCKING DIE 🔪

ani n jess would make good friends with Sheri :(

I am one of the few who does like ani ngl

Justin serves looks sir pls

i swear i lean toward women but yall 😭the men in this mf show

Clay quit being awkward

I want ani and jess to live together

she best see her mom every weekend

sHE SAID: HER CURFEW IS 5 MF 🔪

does ani not like clay????

Yall jess best not be starting a forest fire

I forgot ani and bryce were fucking

ani is thicc lowkey

Yall i have work im upset

Is that the same whisper sound from assassins creed

WTF JESS SEEING BRYCE SCARED ME JESUS

ayo what the fuck?

yes jessica you fucking tell him

wtf is metal detector gonna do bro

I hate boland anyways

wINSTON QUIT LOOKING SO MF SUS

Estella is so pretty

Who is she Jess??

What???

Im confused

Zach >>>>

zach breathes and im all "wow so hot"

is no one going to college???

wINSTON GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM TYLER 🔪🔪🔪🔪

you getting cut if you are mean to my boy

thank god for ani

Fuck winston this lil mf gives me the heebegeebes

justins going to college imnso proud

oh shit winston is fine tho

also wtf do you mean it can kill you ima mess this mf up

wHY DID JESS GO BACK WITH- ANI PLEASE SHUT UP

okay ani pls dont call clay out (she wants a knife to her face)

poor clay has to pretend hes okay for everyone else

Im tired of seeing monty beibg a creep

Ani: *whispers* clay no wait-

LEAVE ESTELLA ALONE PERIOD

fuck off yall bitches

yEAH CHARLIE YOU TELL HER

who the fuck ONG

RHATS MONTYS SISTER WTF

monty n hannah n bryce: haunts ppl

CLAY GO RUN UP ON THOSE MFS

yall mfs really wanna box HURT CLAY-

OMG CLAY IS SO HOT PUNCH THAT MF

ani n clay: know who killed bryce

Also ani: THEY DONT WANNA BELIEVE HE KILLED BRYCE

im sorry???

tell ani clay :(

wINSTON DONT FUCKING TOUCH TYLER I WILL WHOOP UR MF ASS 🔪🔪🔪🔪

zACH N ALEX ZACH N ALEX EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP

alex: worried abt alex

zach quit being mean to ur bf

zach is being so inconsiderate eat ass bro

HES GONNA TAKE ALEX OUT OKAY NVM I LOVE HIM

:( they still wont take them back annoying

justin dont-

Snitches get stitches end up in ditches qnd get no bitches bro you know the code

okay clay dont get all pissy bro

that was a weird transition

EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP IM LITERALLY I HAVE TEARS IN MY EYES ITS SCOTT OH MY GOD MY BOY

i had no idea he was a senior why didnt they say that

oh ny god this explains the absence of ryan then ig but i miss scott more than anything ong

This confirms clays in love with scott i dont make the rules

LOOK AT HOW SWEET SCOTT IS BEING ONG EVERYONE I LOVE HIM FUCK

clays jeans >>>

i was expecting hannah tbh not ani

omg no clay :( u cant save everyone- it would have been more powerful coming from hannah lowkey disapointed

clay is finally getting help, proud

Clay looks so fine omg im sorry but he looks great

everyone in this seasn is looking so fine wtf

Winston is so pretty :(

he rlly liked monty my heart lowkey is broken

wHAT THE FUCK ZACH

the WAY ZAHC JUST SAVED ALEXS LIFE

WHAT THE FUCK

IM SO CONFUSED

HE JUST KISSED HIM

ZACH SHUT THE FUCK UP

no :(

Im going to sob

I have a feeling theyll kiss again and itll be on zachs volition

The anxiety i havfor alex

Also lowkey zach kissed back

the fucks i give ima write so many fics istg yall

brb ima go get high rq

they are gonna trace it all back to clay im so nervous

tyler best keep his mouth shut

Clay is so funny sjsjsjs hes so scarcastic like okay emo edge lord

season 2 is still superior i stand by that statement

#13rw #scott reed #clay jensen #zach dempsey #alex standall #justin foley #jessica davis #13rw s4 #13rw s4 reaction #cels spoilers #13rw spoilers #zalex #:(

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mrsalwayswritex · 4 years

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Birthday Surprise

A/N: As usual, Gif is not mine, whoops.

Pairing: Pre Ghost Billy x Fem Reader

Word Count: 4500

Warnings: Swearing and pot smoking

“Happy birthday to me” She groaned as she blindly smacked at her alarm clock. Flipping the blanket off of her face she huffed and blew some wild hairs out of her face before standing up and dragging herself to the shower. Only once the water was steaming and as hot as she could handle, did she step inside and let a happy groan escape.

“Y/n! Billy and Chris are here!” Her dad shouted down the basement stairs while she was still in the shower.

“Alright! Send them down!” She poked her soapy head out of the curtain and seconds later she could hear the stampede of feet down the stairs, both boys singing a rather horrible rendition of Happy Birthday, making her laugh loudly.

“Happy birthday Y/n!!” They both screamed and she could see their silhouettes outside of the light green shower curtain.

“Thank you guys,” She stuck her still soapy face out once more and both boys planted a kiss on either cheek. “But I am a little busy at the moment.” She closed her eyes quickly at the soap sliding down her forehead.

“Something we can help you with there, Y/n?” Billy grabbed the curtain from her but she pulled it closed quickly, making him laugh deeply. “You ain't even gotta open your eyes, love.” He and Chris, who you had called Rango for years, both laughed.

“Ha-ha.” She mocked laughed, “Just give me a second and I'll be out, can you find me a towel?” She chuckled, ignoring the feeling in her belly. Chris laughed easily and she was quick to add, “A real towel this time, Rango, not a hand towel.” She could hear him snap his fingers softly.

“I got you, girl.” He grabbed a towel from the shelf and tossed it into the dryer for her and she smiled.

“You're literally the best, buddy.” Y/n cooed, finishing rinsing her hair.

“What’s the plan, Y/n?” Billy asked loudly, and Y/n smiled to herself, knowing that he had flopped himself onto her bed in the next room. “We skippin’ today?” No matter how many years she knew Billy, his easy accent never failed to make her belly flutter.

“I haven't decided yet, but my mom is supposed to be coming through later, so I'm gonna have to stop and see her at some point.” Y/n’s heart fluttered at the thought of her mom coming, mainly who she would be bringing with her, but the boys didn't need to know about that part. She wasn't sure if she would be able to focus on school work today, not with what was going to be waiting for her. That and the fact that her two best friends in the entire world were willing to skip with her made her decision for her. “It’s been decided!” She shouted, turning off the water to emphasize her point.

“Wait!” Chris yelled and his footsteps were heard running across the basement floor, when the dryer slammed closed he scrambled back in front of the shower with his hand over his eyes, but you could see them spreading open slowly, the smirk on his face getting wider. “Come on, Y/n, reach for it!” He laughed.

“Come on, Rango, just give me the towel, it's freezing!” Y/n whined, sticking her arm out of the shower. He laughed once more before shoving the still-warm towel into her hand. Drying herself quickly and wrapping the towel around herself she stepped out of warmth and shivered immediately. “Alright, other room so I can get dressed.” She snapped her fingers and both boys went with a sarcastic grumble.

Once she dressed quickly to avoid anymore cold chills and rubbing the damp towel over her hair. “Alright boys,” Y/n smirked as she walked in and they were both looking at old pictures on the walls. “What are we doing today?” He walked over and pulled them both together, hooking her arms around their necks.

“It's your birthday, babe, what do you wanna do?” Billy reached up and patted the side of her face. Chris on the other hand was laughing so hard his shoulders were shaking looking at pictures on her wall.

“Hey! Those are great pictures, alright? We were just kids back then, man.” Y/n laughed pulling up a picture of the three of them in halloween costumes, around 6 years old. “It's been the three of us against everything since diapers, guys. We’re freaking graduating this year.”

“Well except the year you went to live with your mom.” Billy grumbled, obviously still not over that fact.

“Oh don't frown, darling, it's not cute.” She grabbed his cheeks and squeezed, shaking his head lightly making him crack a smile. “Better.” They all laughed and Y/n clapped her hands. “Coffee, smoke with dad, raise hell?” She questioned, putting both of her hands out, palms up.

“You got it, boss.” Chris slapped his hand against hers, like they had done for many years, and ran upstairs. Y/n could hear him already chattering away to her father.

“You coming?” Y/n kept her hand up-turned and looked at the man closely. “What’s wrong, bud?”

Billy looked at his best friend, seeing the genuine concern in her eyes and shook his head softly, giving her a small smile. “Nothings wrong, Y/n. Just remembering how much it sucked being stuck with Rango while you were gone.” He laughed, It totally wasn't because I was afraid you would never come back, no, of course not, he thought to himself shaking his head again. This time he reached out and slapped his hand onto hers like Chris had done and she smiled at him brightly. She’s going to be the death of me. He smiled back and they both took off up the stairs.

“So what are your plans for today Y/n?” Y/n’s dad asked once the three of them were upstairs and seated around the dining room table, passing around a freshly packed ‘birthday bowl’ her dad called it. “Don't forget your mother is coming later,” He gave her a knowing look and she nodded happily.

“Oh, there is no way I could forget!” Y/n smiled happily, “I think I may skip classes today though, I don't think I can focus, plus,” She raised a finger quickly when her dad opened his mouth to protest, “It is my birthday.”

“I will not allow you to skip, but what you three do when you leave here is none of my business.” Her dad raised his hands and looked away, making the three teenagers laugh. “I don't want to hear any plans now though, because then I will be an accomplice.”

“You got it daddio,” Chris shot her dad the finger guns and her dad shook his head. “We’ve talked about this man.” He shook his head harder. “If you must call me anything, call me Paul.”

“Dad? Pops?” Chris tried, and Paul looked like he was going to think about it but shook his head.

“I lied, don't even use my real name.”

“You got, Dean.” Paul shot him a thumbs up and everyone laughed again. “Ok,” Chris started again after their laughter died down. “What really is the plan?”

“Go to class.” Y/n shrugged, winking at her dad, who threw his hands in the air in mock exasperation. “But we really should be going soon,” She looked at her phone. “My mom will be coming around one o'clock and I wanna be back up that way before then.”

“Thanks for the smoke, Jake!” Chris shouted as he walked out the back door, throwing a peace sign in the air. Y/n rolled her eyes and gave her father a kiss on the cheek and waved him goodbye, Billy nodding his head at the man before he followed.

Once they were outside, Chris and Billy both looked to Y/n, who stood on the porch just a step above them. When she started pacing back and forth with her hands clasped behind her back like an army general, both boys stood straighter, hands stiff at their sides.

“Alright, men.” She spoke in a deep voice, “Today we take down our enemy.” She spun harshly on her heel and turned around again. “Our enemy? Continuing a single day more being un pierced.” Billy dropped his head in laughter and Chris’s mouth gaped open, before they both rested their faces, mock seriousness returning. “Today we face our fears, today we add a truly useless hole to our bodies.” She stopped in front of them. “Are you ready?”

“Yes sir!” Both boys shouted in unison and raised their arms in a salute, the three of them saluted each other, none of them breaking the serious moment.

“You three are idiots.” Paul said, hanging half out the back door, hand in the mailbox.

Y/n smiled brightly at their backs as the boys both ran ahead, climbing walls and jumping over each other with the ease of many years of practice and trust. Billy was jumping back and forth between two pillars, getting closer to the top with every jump, huge grin on his face.

“I don't know how you can manage to still do that, man.” Chris huffed, standing beside Y/n with a cigarette between his fingers, passing one to Y/n. Both of them looked up, Billy almost to the roof now.

“Don't be a pussy, Rango, this is fun!” Billy grunted out, hand slipping and Y/n gasped, but he pulled himself up with the hand already on the roof. “Don't worry, love. I'm alright.” He winked at her, dangling his legs off the edge, chest raising and falling quickly.

“Are you done now, monkey boy?” She put her hand over her eyes to block the sun as she looked up at him. He looks like an angel, her brain supplied and she looked away quickly. “We’ve got places to be and things to get pierced!”

Billy shot her a smile and began his descent to the ground, Y/n grinning when he landed on his ass in front of her. “Meant to do that.” He grinned and held his hand out to her, when she reached her hand to him instead of pulling himself up, he pulled her down with him. Billy wrapped her in his arms and she struggled, to save face of course, because she wouldn't let him know how badly she wanted to be in his arms every night. “Just accept it, love, accept it.” Billy cooed in her ear, causing the hair on her arms to stand up straight with goosebumps.

“Let’s go, guys, flirt later.” Chris rolled his eyes, smiling at the two of them. He knew. Chris may have been an idiot but there is no way that he could miss the looks that his two best friends gave each other. “Let’s go, let’s go.” He clapped his hands, ushering them both up.

After taking much longer than it should have the three friends, panting and smiling, made it to the tattoo and piercing shop. Y/n set her shoulders back and pushed open the door, not waiting for the other two. “Alright boys, this is it.” She clapped her hands, rubbing them together. “Who knows what they want?” Looking back at the boys, Billy with a wild smile but Chris looked like he was going to be sick.

“Well I know what I want, so I'll go first.” Billy winked at her, unzipping his blue hoodie and throwing it onto Chris who batted it away. Billy walked to the counter and whispered to the man behind the counter who nodded quickly, holding out his hand and Billy slapped his ID into the man's hands. “Wanna be matching, Y/n?” He winked at her as he pulled off his t-shirt.

Y/n blushed instantly, and Billy smiled at her, “I will not be taking my top off in front of you idiots.” She rolled her eyes.

“Nothing I haven’t seen before, love.” Chris’s eyes widened and Y/n blushed again, hiding her face.

“Wait, what?” Chris looked back and forth between the two of them but when neither would look at him, he rolled his eyes. “I always get left out of everything.”

“You can join us next time, buddy.” Billy grinned at her and Y/n stuck her tongue out at him.

“There will be no next time!” She shouted.

“Why wasn't I told about the first time?!” Chris waved his hands wildly, Y/n waved her hand in his direction dismissively.

“Are we doing this or what?” The man behind the counter asked with an amused smile on his face. Billy nodded and hopped up onto the chair the guy had set up while they were talking. “I don't get many guys in here asking for nipple piercings.” He chuckled and Billy laughed with him.

“I'm not most guys, mate.”

Once the three of them were all sporting red and swollen new piercings, Billy pulling his shirt loosely over his torso with a pained face, Chris rubbing his temple careful not to touch the new eyebrow ring, and Y/n trying not to sneeze and irritate the new stud in her nose.

“Well that was a few hours killed, what now?” Chris asked, stretching his arms upwards. Y/n pulled out her phone and checked the time.

“It's ten now, so lets head back up town and we can grab something to eat on the way. I gotta be at Dan’s house by twelve thirty.” Y/n smiled to herself, catching Chris’s eye. “We can meet up after I'm done with my mom, yeah?” Billy nodded back.

“I’ve got a few things that need done before tonight anyways, so i'm gonna bail out now.” Billy leaned forward, pulling Y/n into a careful hug and reaching out to bump fists with Chris. “Let me know what's happening.” He smiled at them both and took off at a run down the street.

“We’ve got to discuss this, you know that right?” Chris looked at Y/n with a stern face. “Why didn't you tell me?”

Y/n rolled her eyes, turning to walk back the other direction. “It wasn't important.” She shrugged. “Where do you want to eat?”

“Don't change the subject, Y/n.” Chris stepped in front of her and she sighed heavily. “This is massive, Y/n, why didn't you tell me?” He put his hands on her shoulders. “When was this?”

Y/n dropped her head to her chest, “Beginning of summer before junior year, it really wasn't a big deal, man.” She shrugged her shoulders, but not convincingly. His eyes widened. “Stop it, Rango. Don't think about it too much. Can we just go get something to eat?”

“Y/n..” Chris tapped her shoulder quickly, “Don't tell me..” His eyes closed and he sighed when she wouldn't meet his eyes. “Jesus, Y/n.”

“I'm done talking about this, Chris.” Y/n threw her hands in the air and started walking back up the street. “Are you coming or not?” She shouted over her shoulder, Chris ran his hand through his hair and jogged up to her side.

The two of them walked in silence until they got to a pizza place just a few blocks from where she would be meeting her mom. Neither one spoke while they ate, Y/n not even meeting her best friend's eyes. Everything is ruined now, she thought to herself, he’s going to figure it out. She kept pushing a piece of pepperoni around her plate.

“Just say it, Y/n.” Chris pleaded suddenly, “You know I have so many things running through my head right now, please just tell me what happened so I can fucking relax.” Y/n stopped playing with her food and slowly picked her head up to face him. “Just tell me.”

“It was the end of year bonfire, we just got a little drunk and a little too frisky is all, we decided to just forget about it and move on. That’s why you weren’t informed.” She explained, keeping her gaze locked on him. “Nothing became of it, so that was that.” She looked at her watch, “I've got to get to Dan’s, but I will see you later, yeah? Look i'm sorry we didn't tell you, ok? Love you.” Y/n stood quickly, starting to feel like she was running late, her clock reading 12:15. She kissed his cheek and he mumbled his goodbyes to her back as she ran out of the restaurant.

“You’re a goddamn liar.” Chris mumbled, throwing a bill on the table, he grabbed his hoodie and ran out after her. Pulling a cigarette from his pocket, he slowed his walk until she was about a block ahead. Chris hated following her like this, but she was hiding something from him and he was going to figure out what it was. Y/n didn't keep secrets and suddenly he felt like he had missed something crucial. He knew exactly where Y/n was headed, so he wasn't worried about moving to keep up with her, but once she turned off the road he was cutting through yards to keep the distance short without being seen.

Y/n stopped at her uncle’s house, sitting on the porch, leg bouncing away. Chris was watching his phone clock tick on, lighting up a cigarette off the other one. “What are you up to Y/n.” He questioned quietly to himself.

Y/n sat on her uncle's porch, nearly vibrating with excitement, wishing she had grabbed a cigarette before she left Chris. She looked behind her when she heard the door open, “Hey Uncle Dan.” She smiled up at him and he patted her forehead softly. Dan, as usual, was holding a beer in his hand, clothes still stained from his day job as a painter. “Got a smoke I can get?” Dan nodded his head wordlessly, pulling the pack out of his overalls.

Y/n smiled a thanks at him as he handed her a lighter, lighting one of his own and letting it hang from his lips. “My sister on her way?” He asked her gruffly, getting an excited nod in return. “She coming alone?” He glanced down at the girl and she smiled back, shaking her head.

“It’s been months Dan.”

“I know, kiddo.”

Y/n stood abruptly and it caught Chris’s attention as a truck pulled into the driveway and Y/n ran towards it. Mom’s here, Chris smiled at the woman as she got out and wrapped her daughter in a huge hug. When the two women went towards the back seat, Chris stepped closer. No way. When the back door opened and Y/n started crying, he knew. Holy shit. When Y/n reemerged from the back seat holding a small child Chris’s jaw dropped, no longer caring about staying hidden, pulling out his phone as he crossed through the yards.

“Mom!” Y/n shouted, jumping off of the porch and throwing herself into the woman's arms. “Where is she?” She clapped her hands quickly and her mother smiled at her.

“She's in the backseat, Y/n. What did you think that I would forget her?” The woman laughed as Y/n ripped open the back door, tears instantly streaming down her face at the sight before her.

The little girl, just a year old, smiled brightly at her, waving her hands around wildly. “Hi baby!” Y/n cooed happily, making grabby hands at the child who reached her arms towards her. Carefully unbuckling the squirming child and removing her from the car seat, she climbed back out of the vehicle, hoisting the girl on to her hip. “Happy Birthday babygirl.” Y/n kissed the child’s head.

“You look good like this, Y/n.” Her mother smiled at her daughter a little sadly. “She misses you, you know.” Her mother ran a hand over both girls’ face’s. Y/n smiled at her mother just as sadly, nodding her head as more tears rolled down her face.

“I miss her too, ma, I really do. It's hard to believe that she’s already a year old.” Y/n looked at the little girl, eyes full of wonder.

“Um, Y/n..” Her mother warned, a smile plastered on her face. “Incoming.”

Y/n whipped her head around quickly, seeing Chris crossing the street, not bothering to even look. “Shit.” Y/n whispered, arms tightening around the little girl. He stopped right in front of Y/n, eyes flashing between his best friend and the small child. “Did you follow me, Rango?” She admonished him softly, no real malice behind it.

“Hello, Christopher,” Y/n’s mother smiled at the boy, but his eyes never even met hers in acknowledgement. She nodded her head and touched Y/n’s shoulder lightly before retreating to the porch.

“I knew you were hiding something from me.” He whispered, his own eyes slowly filling with tears. Y/n tore her eyes away from him when she heard the hurt in his voice. “I knew it was more than you told me earlier, I knew.”

“You have to know that this was for the best,” She tried to explain when she looked down, seeing his phone in his hand. “Oh shit, Rango, you didn't..” Y/n’s eyes widened as she started shaking her head quickly. “Please tell me you didn't.”

The two of them locked eyes and silence passed between them, the little girl in Y/n’s arms cooing is what broke the tension. Chris smiled down at the little girl and she waved her hands at him. Y/n chuckled lightly, looking at Chris once more. “Do you want to hold her?” She asked him almost shyly. When he nodded, mouth wide open, she smiled. “Go see your uncle Rango, babygirl.” He extended his hands to the girl and she reached for him.

“I'm so sorry, Y/n.” Chris said to the little girl, eyes flicking to his friend. “I panicked and I called him.”

Y/n nodded her head sadly, running her hand through the child’s hair. “Her name is Amelia, and today is her birthday.” She explained, Chris looked at her with a smile.

“Hell of a birthday present for you, isn't it?” He laughed and Y/n nodded.

“It was not a pleasant gift at the time, but then I saw her face.”

“She looks like you, you know.” Chris beamed at her, laughing lightly. “Better you over her daddy.” Y/n froze at the word and his own smile faltered a bit. “Wow, that word was a lot heavier than I could have imagined. What do you want me to do?” Y/n sighed and shrugged her shoulders, laying her head onto his shoulder. Amelia reached and grabbed at her face, Y/n playfully growling and pretending to bite at the little girl’s fingers, making her squeal and both of them laugh.

Y/n laid a blanket down on the grass and Chris lowered Amelia to it, the girl immediately crawled towards the grass. Y/n smiled, waving a hand and telling him to let her go, “She loves the grass.” Y/n sat in the grass herself and her mother called from the porch. “Just like her mama.” Y/n smiled up at her, that word hanging just as heavy in Chris’s ears.

Chris sat behind Y/n, causing her to turn to face him with her back to the road. The two of them watching Amelia pull grass from the earth and throwing it into the air, smiling when it blew right back into her face. When Chris glanced over her shoulder, he saw him. Billy was approaching them quickly and Chris’s mind went into overdrive.

“What are you going to tell him?” He asked her once he knew Billy was in earshot.

“Billy?” She questioned, when Chris nodded his head, Billy stopped walking. “I mean what am I supposed to tell him?” She sat up straighter, crossing her legs under her. “Hey Billy, you remember that night that we decided was better left not talked about? Remember how I left for a whole goddamn year?” She mocked, pointing her hands dramatically at Amelia. “Well this is what happened.” Y/n chuckled dryly, rolling her eyes.

“Well I hope that was good enough.” Chris stood up, brushing the grass from his pants. Y/n looked up at him in confusion. Chris nodded his head over her shoulder and her heart stopped. “Better out than in right?” He patted her shoulder and walked onto the porch with Y/n’s mother.

“Y/n..” Billy's voice came from behind her and she closed her eyes tightly, willing this to be a dream.

“Oh fuck.” She breathed out when he touched her shoulder, this was not a dream. “Billy.” His name was a whisper as it left her lips.

Billy stepped around her and sat cross legged in front of her, eyes wide and breathing hard. He didn't trust his voice to work so he just stared at her, wordlessly willing her to look at him. Y/n kept her eyes closed tightly, picking at a random spot on her shoe. Billy cleared his throat and when she opened her eyes and looked at him, the dam broke and more tears fell down her cheeks. Billy reached out his hand and wiped them away, eyes never leaving hers.

“Why didn't you tell me?” He whispered and she sighed heavily.

“I didn't think you would want this in your life.” Y/n shrugged, turning her head to look at her little girl. “I wasn't ready and I knew you wouldn't be either. Apparently this is the time, though.” She made grabby hands at Amelia and the girl crawled right over to her. She picked her up and set Amelia down in her lap, facing Billy. Amelia looked up at him and smiled brightly. “Billy, I want you to meet someone.” She grabbed a hold of her daughters hands and spread them open wide, “This is Amelia.” She looked Billy directly in the eyes and took a deep breath. “Your daughter.”

Billy took a shaky deep breath in and blew it out slowly. “Our daughter.” He whispered and Y/n smiled at him. “Amelia. I like that.” He smiled at the little girl, holding his hands out to her. Amelia grabbed a hold of his fingers and pulled herself up, bouncing lightly and gurgling the whole time. “Hello, Amelia.” He cooed and she giggled. Billy looked at the girl, glancing between the happy baby and her smiling mother. “Y/n, I want this.”

Y/n’s eyes snapped to him, her smile only growing wider. “I want this too.”

Amelia picked that moment to take a step towards Billy, toppling herself backwards in the process. Both Y/n and Billy reached forward, heads inches apart. Amelia who was sitting on the ground now, cooed up at the two of them. Billy nudged his nose into Y/n’s cheek, and when she turned her face towards him, he brushed his lips lightly over hers. Amelia clapped her hands together and they both laughed.

“She’s been waiting for this as long as we have.” Chris laughed out and Y/n’s mom laughed and nodded her head.

“You said it.” She agreed, smiling down at her daughter’s family, finally together.

#Ben hardy #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy fanfiction #four/billy x reader #billy x reader #6 underground #Billy!6underground #my writing #6 underground fanfiction

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Do you like Greek mythology? Any favourite stories?

if you’re asking about greek mythology i’m gonna assume there’s some figures or stories that you’re familiar with. and like, the story of orpheus and eurydice is a pretty well known one. a bard goes to the underworld to win back his love with music, almost succeeds, but on the way out he falls to a flaw and she’s lost forever. but like, after that, he goes about mourning and then a group of ladies (sometimes called maenads or the bacchae or other shit) are like hey we’re tired of your sad songs, come sleep with us. when orpheus says no they’re like boo to that and literally rip him to shreds.

so like. what the fuck was up with those gals?

there’s a play called the Bacchae by Euripedes--which is a play i haven’t actually read! (i think maybe i heard a professor tell me about it?) but i gotta sometime cause i think it’s just! a really neat tale of revenge! i fucking love revenge stories. i’m gonna give you my best summary of it: so dionysus is a dude. he’s a real neat god cause his dominion is over a lot of things that seem both unrelated but also like they just fit. take a look at these credentials: “god of the vine, grape-harvest, wine-making, wine, fertility, ritual madness, religious ecstasy, and theatre.” woah! i think any depiction of him as a kind of drunk frat boy really misses the uniqueness of those last three things. oh, and also, he’s related to death and rebirth and his followers (the maenads/bacchae listed above) were sometimes considered liaisons between the living and the dead. how cool is that? oh, ALSO also, why the fuck does he have a cult (the maenads/bacchae) when other greek gods and goddesses don’t?

some of that’s related to his rebirth. he was first born of zeus and hera (depending on what myth you’re going by. can be unclear.), but then was torn to pieces (a reoccurring theme for both dionysus and people who cross his path) by the titans, but THEN zeus has a son with this mortal woman Semele who is Dionysus reborn. so dionysus is bACK, BABY. but unlike other gods born of immortal/mortal pairings, dionysus’ human family just goes “nah. dio ain’t no god. semele, stop lying.” in fact, many think that maybe semele’s husband is just trying to save face and that semele had a tryst with someone else--which seems reminiscent to more modern opinions on the idea of christian immaculate conception where some folk say that mary was just trying to hide some infidelity and it got out of hand. so like, semele’s family exile her and dionysus and it makes dionysus PISSED cause like. greek gods don’t demand worship, but being denied recognition is huge. eventually he shows up to thebes where his cousin pentheus is ruling and says he’s going to prove his divinity and vindicate his mother by being godly and establishing himself a permanent cult. a lot of people, including dionysus’ aunts, say hey don’t believe this guy, semele was just trying to cover her ass. he’s kicked out again, but comes back in a mortal disguise and just starts sowing chaos everywhere. he causes his aunts to go mad, more and more women join his cult (with him pretending to be a prophet of it) and go to the mountains where they do things like party and chill with animals instead of people and perform cool supernatural feats. his cousin pentheus tries to outlaw the cult of dionysus when pentheus’ dad goes to revel in the cult with his bff blind tiresias.

there’s this cool feeling of like... descent and spiraling in the narrative itself where those of the cult oscillate between freedom from society (i honestly feel like this is why most of dionysus’ followers are women) where it gives a sense of power and control, to freedom from reality where it becomes nightmarish and horrific. more people who once scorned dionysus, including members of his own family (like pentheus’ dad and mom) are joining the cult and losing their once prominent status in society and becoming equal with those around them (for better or worse). and pentheus, the character kind of opposite of dionysus throughout this, is constantly in this push and pull where he’s fascinated by dionysus’ story and his cult and the potential of freedom, but also his loathing of it and his attempt to keep control.

when pentheus gives in and goes to the mountain where all the cult activities seem to take place, he is, of course, torn to pieces by the bare hands of the bacchae (those ladies love their bare-handed shredding)--led by his mother who is completely disconnected from reality. she brings his gory, decapitated head back to her husband. she thinks it’s a like wild animal’s head and is confused when her husband is horrified. she calls for pentheus (whoops) to come help her mount it, but the madness is waning at this point and she realizes what she’s done. the play ends with pentheus’ family trying to reassemble his body to the best of their ability, the palace of thebes in ruin, and dionysus just moving on to fuck up the next town with whatever bacchae who want to come. oh. also dionysus turns pentheus’ mom and dad into snakes.

i probably missed a lot (or misremembered a lot) so i recommend finding a summary somewhere. or like, just look into dionysus! he’s an underrated, complex god that i think gets either oversimplified or overlooked too often when greek mythology comes up.

ALSO, even though i’m positive they didn’t do this story, i also really recommend looking up jim henson’s storyteller sometime and either streaming or pirating it! i’m more familiar with the fairytale one, but there was also a greek miniseries of it and puppets and the oral art of passing on stories is just. idk, a delightful combination.

#long post #text post #greek mythology #dismemberment #body horror #?#ask to tag #anonymous #thanks!#Anonymous

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BnHA Chapter 204: Chintetsu

Previously on BnHA: Shouto left Endeavor on read. Team TodoIidaShoujiRo attacked Team TetsuHonePonySen head-on, hitting them with a wave of ice and freezing them all in place. But it turns out Honenuki’s quicksand quirk is actually a “softening” quirk which can soften anything he touches. He used that to melt the ice to allow his teammates to escape. It also turns out that he had pre-treated some of the surrounding area with his quirk, and Ojiro and Iida came crashing down from their hiding spots shortly after as the softened ground gave way beneath them. Sen attacked Ojiro with his drill quirk while Pony took on Shouji. Meanwhile Tetsu went for Shouto, realizing a direct attack was his best bet. And Honenuki trapped Iida under a layer of the softened ice, but then made the mistake of rehardening it, intending to keep him stuck in place. Instead, Iida blasted free with his Recipro, revealing that he’s built up his endurance to the special move. So now we’ll see if he can take Honenuki down.

Today on BnHA: We get a wholesome Iida flashback to when Tensei explained how to upgrade his Recipro by -- wait, what? Mutilating his own fucking leg?! Holy shit. That’s not wholesome at all. What the fuck. But anyway, it worked I guess because back in the present day Iida is zipping along at speeds faster than Gran fucking Torino, and he’s able to maintain this speed for up to ten whole minutes. The only downside is that he can’t fully control himself because he’s so goddamn fast and so he keeps skidding around. Anyway, so Honenuki is like “nope” and gets the fuck out of there. Meanwhile Sen continues to whoop Ojiro’s ass, but then Iida shows up to save him so yay. Elsewhere the Tetsuroki fight has heated up, quite literally, as Todoroki activates his left side to create a wall of fire, and Tetsutetsu proceeds to walk right through it and attack Shouto as a red hot steel man. Shouto thinks back to his dad’s training and decides that the solution to this is clearly to make shit even hotter, so he starts up with that, and the chapter ends.

(As always, all comments not marked with an ETA are my mostly-unspoiled reactions from my first readthrough of this chapter. I’m caught up with the manga now at chapter 223, so any ETAs will reflect that.)

ohhh my god

IIDA FAM FLASHBACKS!??!

AHHHHH

EXCUSE ME IS THIS THE FUCKING FUTURE OR NOT?? CAN WE GET IIDA TENSEI A FUCKING HOVERCHAIR HERE PEOPLE? IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK. IF ONLY HORIKOSHI WAS AT ALL FAMILIAR WITH MARVEL COMICS -- OH, WAIT

but seriously though. also he’s supposed to be rich too isn’t he? c’mon

also! Iidamom looks exactly like I expected her to. welcome to our canon full of other awesome moms, Iidamom! a few more moms and I’ll be ready to do a top ten moms post. spoiler alert, the winner is not who you’d expect (unless you’re expecting Aizawa, because then you’re absolutely right)

anyways so I got SUPER distracted just now but apparently Tensei is talking about “tuning up” Iida’s engine!

wow can they do that?? fucking quirks, though. wild

oh my fucking god

just yank that fucking muffler right the fuck out. and a new one will grow in!! fucking QUIRKS, though. WILD

dsfalkhsd

just yank that fucking muffler right the fuck out without anesthesia. what are you, a pussy!?

gee thanks Horikoshi for this graphic image of Iida biting down on something while he uses his bare hands to yank what are essentially bones -- or organs, or whatever! the point is they’re part of him! -- right out of his fucking body. might wanna add some vodka to that OJ tonight Iida

OH SHIT, THAT PAYOFF THOUGH

IN TEN MINUTES YOU COULD TAKE OVER THE FUCKING WORLD, IIDA!

okay maybe I got a little overexcited. but damn though!

so he’s DRRNing over to Honenuki and

oh my god

loool at the thought of Iida zooming around wildly for the next ten minutes while he tries to figure out how to stop this thing, and meanwhile Honenuki can’t land a hit on him though

GET HIM IIDA!!

oh fuck

can he breathe under there? you know, depending on how long they still have until time runs out, he could just hide for the next ten minutes and then emerge and drag the paralyzed Iida to Rat Principal Jail

(ETA: actually that was a stupid thought. obviously Iida doesn’t have to keep Recipro activated the whole time if there’s no need to.)

but no, he’s swimming back to Tetsu and the others for now

meanwhile Iida’s still up top and trying to figure out what he’s up to

maybe you should do the same

holy shit we’re cutting back to the kids outside and Deku says Iida’s even faster than Gran Torino

“by a long shot.” that’s fucking fast. and I love it

by the way, with the way Mina was pointing, I thought, “oh, maybe Ojiro’s finally getting the upper hand!”

but no

Horikoshi why do you hate poor Ojiro

it’s probably the pain of this guy kicking you in the chest with his rotating fucking foot

so he’s trying to figure out what to do because he can’t really attack, and he keeps getting hurt whenever he tries to guard

oh hey there

trying to decide if I’m disappointed that Ojiro will never get to do anything cool, or ecstatic that Iida fucking Tenya just pulled off a badass save of this caliber

leaning more toward ecstatic, honestly. sorry Ojiro

oh, Iida

nice use of the word “forthwith”, Iida

(ETA: and nice use of the word “slammer”!!)

and now he’s telling Ojiro to go help Todoroki and that he’ll be right back

well I guess class 1-A will need some sidekicks too

meanwhile we’re sticking with Iida, which means I’m going to keep right on posting all of his panels, because his dialogue honestly deserves a fucking pulitzer prize

never, Sen!

Sen’s trying to reason his way out of this and telling Iida that he shouldn’t let Honenuki get away because he’s more of a threat

and he’s also grumping about Iida interrupting his and Ojiro’s fight. “you shouldn’t interrupt a one-on-one fistfight like that”

um, says who? fuck that. we’re trying to win here, we can make friends after

Iida says if he allows his will to be bent here, it will be bent in the real world as well

basically he’s treating this seriously. well, good

meanwhile! we’re cutting back to two minutes prior!

I guess Tetsu’s best option is to somehow knock him out. but the problem is that Shouto’s reflexes are too good and he can create an ice barrier in an instant

I think Tetsu’s steel would allow him to withstand Shouto’s fire long enough to punch him on his left side, though, so that would be my personal strategy if it were me

heh

A+ attack name. Shouto I’m sorry, I love you, but if I’m being honest I’m rooting for this guy here

heh

so you think he should try the fire instead? I’m not so sure that’s the best play in this case though. at least with the ice he has better control and he can hold him at bay. I just don’t think the fire would be that effective against Tetsu, but I’m sure we’ll find out shortly

because Tetsu’s bragging about how easily he can break through Shouto’s ice defense

ah here we go

for some reason Bakugou actually wanted to go up against this. still don’t quite understand it. my baby boy got a death wish

lol Pony’s running off. honestly a miracle she wasn’t incinerated just now

Shouto’s yelling at Shouji to go after her and Shouji’s all “got it”

yeah I’m thinking my initial assessment was right and this was indeed a mistake

fucking great. now you’ve got a molten steel man after your ass, Shouto

LOL

holy fucking shit. just in case anyone isn’t aware, “chinchin” means “penis” usually. so yeah

and I fucking love that here he’s using it to mean “hot”, but it could also be a throwback to the whole “five peepee man” thing, which he doesn’t actually know about but I do, and so to me this is the funniest thing ever okay

I have no further comment

oh fuck

no but as you can plainly see he is no stranger to burns, so please try not to maim him too badly...!?

lol Vlad has started narrating again. no doubt elated that his team is somehow eking out a win in what initially appeared to be the most one-sided matchup we were going to see today

uh oh but now it looks like Tetsu may have accidentally triggered the quirk development that Endeavor was trying to trigger but couldn’t because Shouto won’t return his damn texts

before I continue to the next and presumably final page of this chapter, I’m just gonna take a moment here to appreciate the irony of Endeavor accidentally conditioning Shouto to never listen to him ever, even on the occasions where it turns out he’s right. he spent years trying to get Shouto to use his flame side, but failed utterly, and then in the span of one fight Deku did what Endeavor had spent Shouto’s whole life trying to get him to do

and now it’s happening again here, where we see that Endeavor was once again trying to teach him something, but Shouto just ignored him until a random kid from the class next door just happened to say something similar. and then it clicked

like, it’s a major burn on Endeavor (no pun intended), but it’s also really unfortunate for Shouto, because his dad has been such a prick until recently that he’s missed out on absorbing the few worthwhile things he actually had to teach him. lot of lost time to make up for here, on both sides

anyways, let’s watch as Shouto slowly processes all this

well I assume (a) because of the “surpassing my limits” thing, and (b) because he’s been texting you nonstop and it was probably on your mind even though you were stubbornly trying to pretend it wasn’t

lol what kind of cliffhanger is this??

he’s not even doing anything! come on Shouto what are you doing to us. this isn’t fair

also, what happened to your hand? why is it all smooth. I assume because of some fire bullshit you’re about to do, but that’s still just weird looking

oh and on the last page there’s a long translator note explaining what I mentioned before about “chinchin” meaning penis. sometimes on select occasions I’m down with Horikoshi perpetually having the mind of a 12-year-old. if he wants to make this a recurring thing I won’t complain, lol

#bnha #boku no hero academia #iida tenya #honenuki juuzou #kaibara sen #ojiro mashirao #todoroki shouto #tetsutetsu tetsutetsu #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #makeste reads bnha #listen though #if tensei doesn't have a goddamn hoverchair by the next time we see him then I am going to start making some calls #and writing some emails #there is no excuse #don't tell me we don't have the technology when a high schooler is out here building jetpacks just for fun #we have sassy robots and holograms but no hoverchairs??#give me a break

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creampuffqueen · 5 years

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Worlds of Fire and Darkness | Chapter Four (Lyria)

Read this on AO3! (Here) I love comments, I always appreciate them! Don’t feel afraid to comment or ask me something!

Princess Lyria and her brother are training, though things don’t go quite as planned.

"Sam, get down from there!" I shouted. "Just because you lost doesn't mean you get to quit! Come down here and fight me, and stop being so pissy!"

High up in a tree, me younger brother by only a year glowered at me from beneath his curtain of silver hair. I didn't even know how he got up there; one moment he was on the ground, and when I turned to collect my fallen sword from the ground, he was up a tree.

That was typical Sam, though. He was a scholar, not a warrior. He preferred books and music and learning than the wild song of battle and magic. Despite the fact I was only a year older than him, he was miles behind me in the latter department. Sometimes our younger brother Aspen could beat him in a fight, and he was only fifteen. Sam was nineteen.

"We have to finish, if we don't Dad will have our hides!" I called, but he ignored me. In fact, he just climbed higher. "Aspen isn't going to cover for you today. Dad's caught onto your little scheme and he's training with Mom today. Get down here and lets finish what we started!" When he continued to ignore me, I flashed him a vulgar gesture, which he also ignored. I groaned and turned away, snarling under my breath.

"Maybe this is part of training." Sam's delicate voice floated across the clearing, soft enough that I knew I'd only heard him because of my Fae hearing. I whipped my head around to glare at him again, at the very small smirk that was nearly hidden. "Maybe you need to practice climbing, dear sister. How do you think I got up here so fast?"

"You got up there so fast because you're a fucking bird." I hissed. "And nice save, pretending to be training still when we both know you're just a sore loser."

I'd struck a nerve. I saw it in his eyes, that had been full of light teasing moments before, now hardened in frustration. Sam said nothing more and shimmied up another branch, hurt flashing in his turquoise eyes. I cursed myself over and over as I watched him climb. Bastard, you're a bastard.

It was true, Sam was a sore loser. But that didn't give me the right to tease him about it. He was bad at fighting, and magic, and he hated not being good at them. But instead of practicing and getting better, he opted to avoid it altogether and focus on things that came more naturally to him. Besides, he often insisted, there is peace in the land. Why would we need to learn to fight?

"Sam, I'm sorry." I said. I didn't bother raising my voice; I knew he could hear me. From the top of the tree, he glared at me, his silver hair floating on the wind. "Sam, I'm sorry." I repeated. "I'm sorry, that was insensitive of me. I should know better by now." He didn't budge.

"We can take a break. Dad won't have to know. Just please come down from there."

With a dramatic sigh to rival our mother, Sam shifted in a flash. A red-tailed hawk sat where he once was, clicking his beak angrily. Red-tailed hawks were common in these areas, and the only proof it was my brother were the hawk's eyes. Unnatural blue-and-gold eyes graced the hawk. Sam spread his wings and gently dove to the forest floor, landing on a patch of moss. Another flash later, and he was standing face-to-face with me.

Sam sighed through his nose and crossed his arms. "Well, get on with it then. Go ahead, kick my ass again."

I groaned, "didn't I just say we could take a break?"

"I don't trust you."

"I'm your sister. And your crown princess. Cut the crap, Sam."

"You cut the crap. C'mon, hit me."

"With the way you're egging me on, I'm tempted to now."

Sam rolled his eyes. "We have one hour before Dad collects us. So we may as well get going."

"Literally two minutes ago you were sitting in a tree looking like you wanted to live there for the rest of your life. You don't get to tell me to 'get going'." I snarled. "And if you're so desperate for a fight, then you should go ahead and hit me. A true warrior is ready to back up his threats."

"You sound exactly like Uncle Aedion." Sam chuckled. "And for the record, my opinion of a good warrior is one who never throws the first punch-"

Before he could finish his sentence, I pounced. We slammed into the ground, rolling away from each other a moment later. We were both back on our feet a heartbeat later, Fae speed and balance assisting us. I jumped close enough to throw a right hook, which Sam dodged with surprising ease. Growling, I swung for him again, this time catching his shoulder. He went down like a sack of potatoes. I leapt atop him, hammering his chest, though softer than I would have gone with a real opponent. Sam would have some bruises, sure, but had he been a real attacker, his chest would have likely caved in. Sam's hands wrapped around my wrists, and he pryed me away from him with force I didn't know he even possessed. Maybe my little brother had been practicing. But from the surprised look on his face as he shoved me off him, I knew he hadn't been.

We were back on our feet, circling like wolves. This time, instead of lashing out with my hands, I sent a spear of wind racing for him. It caught him in his already bruised chest, and I heard his snarl of pain. He sent his own magic at me, more like a wave than a spear. I threw up a shield of flame that only burned brighter and hotter as the wind hammering into it, feeding it. Sam growled at me, the fire illuminating his eyes. Instead of wind, he send arrows of ice for the fire, only for them to be melted away as soon as they touched the flames.

A frustrated howl entered my ears, and Sam dove for me. The bastard knew the flames wouldn't hurt him. He knew I wouldn't hurt him, not with magic. Sure enough, he blasted through my fiery shield and tackled me to the ground. The fire sputtered out as I lost focus on it and instead focused on beating the living shit out of my brother. I struggled beneath his bulk, so much like our father, but soon managed to get out on top. Anger flared as I pummeled him, slamming his arms, his shoulders, his writhing legs.

"Stop it, Lyria." Sam managed to choke out between punches. His nose was dripping blood onto the grass. Hissing, I rolled off him, the anger boiling in my blood not nearly satisfied enough.

"You absolute bastard! " I shrieked. "You knew the fire wasn't going to hurt you, and you took advantage of it! That's not what the point of this all is!"

"Could have fooled me." Sam shrugged nonchalantly. "I thought that in a real battle you would want to exploit every weakness you knew."

"Yes, but-" That insufferable smirk returned. One of the only traits beyond her eyes and some of her powers that Sam had inherited from our mother. "I'm not talking to you anymore."

"That's alright, because look who it is." I turned to where my brother was pointing. A white-tailed hawk crested the tops of the trees, his pine-green eyes visible even from here. Sam and I quickly stood up and brushed ourselves off as our father landed and shifted before us.

Dad looked us up and down, his lips tightening slightly as he took in Sam's bloody nose and growing bruises. "You both need to see the healers before tonight. Your mother will not be happy if her children show up to a fancy dinner covered in bruises and dripping blood all over the palace."

I chuckled, and nodded. "Of course." Dad looked us over again, then the clearing we were standing in.

"Lyria, you need to learn to focus more when using your fire. Do you see the singed grass? We don't need you starting a forest fire. Sam, you need to not just let her beat on you. Defend yourself. You're not helpless and you know it." Sam and I nodded again, giving respectful dips of our heads.

"Collect your weapons and let's leave. We have around two hours before dinner starts."

I fake gasped, clutching a hand to my chest. "Only two hours? I'll never be ready in time!" Sam snorted, and I flashed him a gesture our father chose not to see. Dad just smiled. "Let's go, you two."

I grabbed my sword and strapped it to my back, and hooked the two sheathed knives into my belt. Sam did the same with his sword and daggers. Dad gave us a nod, and then he and Sam shifted and took off for the skies. Rolling my eyes, I raced after them, letting the wind fill my veins as I ran. I heard the screeches of hawks overhead as I dashed through the forest.

I didn't care that I'd inherited so much from my mother that I didn't even have another form. It had bothered me when I was younger, when I could never shift, and my two-year old siblings could. But now, I was glad of it. My mother and I were the ones who always got to go on foot, and experience the true feeling of running like the wind. My feet barely touched the ground as I ran, faster and faster, a wild sort of feeling taking over. I couldn't help myself from letting out a whoop of joy at the sensation.

I crested a hill, and the grand city of Orynth came into full view. The two hawks above me screeched their taunts, and I ran like hell for the castle. I flew down the cobblestone streets, letting my Fae instincts take over to keep me from hitting anything; or anyone for that matter. People gawked in the streets and from buildings, but that did nothing to slow me down. I made my way to the palace, letting out cheerful greetings to the guards at the gates before racing onto the castle grounds. I could have sworn I heard a few shout a greeting back.

I reached the steps of the palace and slowed down, nearly skidding to a halt. I leaned over, hands on my knees, and panted. My golden hair fell in my face, but I couldn't bring myself to care. I knew I really shouldn't have been this tired, but then again, I was out of practice and had just trained. I caught my breath quickly and wiped the sweat from my brow. I looked up at the sky to search for the birds of prey I'd been racing, but they were nowhere to be found. I grinned. I had never beaten them before.

A tap on my shoulder had me nearly leaping into the skies myself. How the hell had they snuck up on me? I turned and had to clamp my mouth shut to keep out the stream of curses working its way through my mind. It was Sam. The blood on his nose had crusted over, and one of his eyes had blackened. So it turned out I was last again after all.

Sam seemed to sense my train of thoughts, because his smirk grew. "Looks like in this category, I'm better than you." He chuckled.

I rolled my eyes and linked our arms. "Whatever. Let's get to the healer before you drip blood everywhere, dummy."

#throne of glass #a court of thorns and roses #tog #acotar #feysand #rowaelin #generation 2 #legacies #fanfiction #ao3fic

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goodwriterwithbadhabits · 5 years

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SVT as Mutants/ Mutates Pt1

Masterlist

Important Facts to know Prior!

Mutants:

Granted abilities by birth/ naturally

Mutates:

Genetically engineered/ unnaturally created

Pledis School for the Exceptional:

A school and safe house for mutants and mutates

they teach pupils how to control their abilities

and they teach them regular things like math and shit

they have trained members of the staff that are dedicated to tracking down EssoCorp facilities and rescuing mutates.

They are known as SVT

Specialized Variant Taskforce

It located in the middle of a forest

It is pretty impossible to reach unless you get picked up by one of their members

or you can fly

The large manor is huge but most people still have roommates

That's mostly to make them feel better

Most of the older students teach the younger ones how to control their abilities

EssoCorp

A group of scientists trying to create mutates

they want an army of people with powers

basically pawns for disposal

they kidnap kids with the gene sequence for mutation

then they experiment on them and brainwash them

If the testing doesn't kill them the brainwashing will

most subjects don't make it to 18

Choi Seungcheol- Code Name: Alpha

Ability(ies): Essokinesis; the manipulation of reality itself

Status: Mutant

Development:

Seungcheol always had a vivid imagination

He drew pictures all the time and his parents just kept them on the fridge

when he was seven his great aunt had come over and was making fun of one of the pictures

Cheol insisted that it was a pig and his aunt just kept laughing at him

Then the pig on the paper began oinking and running around the scene

Everyone in the house started freaking out

Cheol collapsed suddenly and the pig stopped moving.

His parents put two and two together and called Pledis

They waited until he was okay before explaining what was going on

He understood and figured it was like a boarding school

Training:

He was one of the youngest people there at the time

No one knew what to make of his abilities

Essokinesis had only ever been seen once before and it didn't end well

If he tried to create or manipulate something too large, it would use all his energy and basically kill him

So they started small and helped build his strength.

He conjured small things like apples and illusions

as he grew more powerful he could conjure weapons or barriers

Once he was able to control and understand his powers more, he started doing more research on the other Essokinetics

During schooling, he met Jeonghan and he became one of his first friends.

Slowly became the dad friend as new people started coming in.

He tried visiting his parents once but they had moved away from their house

Current:

He's the leader of the specialized excursion team in charge of finding and rescuing mutants and mutates

They're called SVT

He's still the dad friend

When there is a fight, he'll create things for the others to use, or creates barriers and locks.

If he has to fight, he'll use his hands.

He's a big strong boy

Anytime they find a mutate, he immediately adopts them,

Unless its Jeonghan

He gets really mad if there are visible marks on a mutate and has to be held back from killing the scientists in charge.

Back at the house, he teaches other people who can alter perceived reality

So far, no one else has actually been able to manipulate reality itself.

People joke that one day he'll be so strong he could just get rid of EssoCorp with a snap

Since his power is called Essokinesis, he especially hates EssoCorp.

He's very close to Jeonghan and always worries about him.

He worries about everyone, but he knows the toll Jeonghan's powers take on him

He's also close to Wonu, Gyu, and Vernon

Pretty much a chill guy who hates having to use his powers, but will kick your ass no hesitation if you try to hurt one of his friends.

Yoon Jeonghan- Code Name: Delphi

Abilitiy(ies): Hydromancy; Fortune telling via the use of water, Astral Vision; Seeing multiple over lapping dimensions.

Status: Mutant

Development

His grandmother was a seer but his parents were normal

When he told his parents about seeing something in his glass of water, they didn't think anything of it

But when he told his grandmother she understood and explained what was going on.

He developed the Astral Vision the day she passed.

He was 13, trying to write an essay for school when she came to him from the spirit dimension and told him what had happened.

The next morning he saw someone coming for him in his water glass and ran upstairs to pack.

When the EssoCorp employees came to get him he legged it out the window

When he paused in a park to catch his breath, he got a vision of Pledis from one of the spirits in the Astral Plane

And promptly passed out.

When he woke up a few hours later he set out to find the school

It took him nearly 2 years

He is still the only person to ever purposely find the school alone, without any real info

Training

Having hydromancy meant most of the training was in the pool house,

He practically lived there, learning how to ask the proper questions to get the right answer

He met Cheol not long after coming to the school and immediately had a vision about him.

He saw Cheol leading a group of 13 people, saving mutates and mutants

Mind you Cheol was like 14 when that happened

He freaked for a second as Jeonghan spoke,

Then Jeonghan just shut up and collapsed.

Cheol caught him before he hit the ground

Ever since then he sticks close to Cheol.

Current:

His powers make him really tired, so he naps a lot

His powers are mostly used to help find other mutates

He also comforts the mutates and mutants who come in

He's technically part of the SVT team but never joins missions

His job is to provide key details and keep them safe.

Even though it takes a lot out of him, he always keeps an eye on everyone through the basin set up in his room.

Every time something really bad happens he can be heard shouting from his room.

Surprisingly he's rather comforting

When new people are brought in, they get roomed with him and DK

When they wake up with nightmares in the middle of the night there's Jeonghan

Sometimes, he just hugs them

Other times, he takes them to the kitchens and makes them hot chocolate and just lets them talk

Joshua is one of the people he's closest to

He's also adopted Dino, calling him his baby

Once, one of the other students made fun of Joshua for being a mutate

His powers may not have been physical but when the astral spirits help him

He is one scary boy

The spirits have a tendency to take over sometimes

Let's just say the kid ended up in the hospital wing for a while with multiple broken bones

Don't fuck with Yoon Jeonghan

Kim Mingyu- Code Name: Medusa

Ability(ies): Petrification; Turning objects or even people into stone

Status: Mutant

Development

He was simultaneously lucky and unlucky about his ability

On one hand, he made his bully stop

On the other hand, he made him stop by turning him to stone

Whoops

Gyu was 13

This guy had been harassing him for a while

But Gyu was the kind of guy to keep his head down and not make a fuss

But his dad told him to stand up for himself

So the next time the bully came as him, he looked him dead in the eyes

And suddenly, dude was stone

Gyu froze started crying

He frantically covered his eyes and collapsed to the ground

Cheol found him like that when the school called Pledis

He handed Gyu a pair of sunglasses and helped him up

“Look at him again, and try to bring him back, you know he doesn't deserve this”

Cheol’s words were surprisingly comforting

And it worked, the bully turned back to flesh and blood,

The Cheol threatened him for a few minutes before letting him run off

After explaining to Gyu's parents what was up, he took him to Pledis

Training

It took a lot of reassurance before Gyu would even open his eyes around people

Literal months

But eventually, he learned not only how to control it but how to turn nonliving objects to stone

Even bodies of water

He felt he had to when he saw an exhausted Jeonghan searching for mutates

He just turned the pool to stone

He also once turned an annoying bird to stone

Current

He wears sunglasses all the time

Normal people think its so he looks cool or mysterious

But no, it's so he doesn't get angry and petrify someone

He actually has accepted the name Medusa,

Someone was making fun of Wonu and Gyu got pissed

He asked if they had ever felt the wrath of a monster

Yeah so people stopped making fun of Wonu

He's part of SVT and they mostly just take him places as an intimidation factor

He's like 9 feet tall and can turn you to stone

But he's actually a golden retriever who likes to cook

So,,,,

Hong Joshua- Code Name: Belladonna

Ability(ies): Plant Manipulation; Creation and manipulation of flora, Toxin Immunity; Not injured nor altered by poisons or toxins

Status: Mutate

Experiments

He was living in LA with his parents at the time

When he was 4 EssoCorp came for him

His mom had taken him to the park

As soon as he was out of her sight a man in a suit came up to him

He jabbed little Shua with a needle and simply walked away.

No one seemed to notice or care

I mean his parents did but they were just humans

When he woke up in a tiny room he freaked

He got very quiet soon after

He was about 10 when it happened

A small plant he had in his room which was beginning to wilt, stopped

He was just sitting there, stroking the leaves

And slowly the fern became more and more green

He just sat there for hours,

The doctors started noticing it, believing it to be a healing mutation

They hadn't experimented on him for a long time

He had heard the cries of some o the other experiments and it hurt

But he just pets the plant,

The doctors burst into the room, startling him, but more importantly

Startling the plant

Leaves shot towards the doctor, embedding themselves in his neck

Another plant, one that must have been just outside the window, slithering into the room.

The doctor ran from the room, slamming the door shut and dead bolting it.

The plants began spreading farther and faster

The doctors tried to pump a toxin into the room but it had no effect.

Josh just coughed and smiled

Rescue

By the time Seungcheol and the others found him, the entire wing he was in was empty.

Most of the other subjects had been moved to different compounds

He, or perhaps his plants, had been slowly taken over the building

When Cheol entered the wing he was greeted by plants, so many plants.

Jeonghan had known about this but assured Cheol he mutate was harmless

And he seemed to be

Josh was just sitting on his bed, reading a book

He didn't look up when Cheol walked in but held up a finger

When he finished, he marked his page and looked up at the intruder

He seemed relaxed even if Cheol looked like a member of a swat team

Honestly, he was mostly just upset that he'd have to leave his plants

It had been nearly 10 years of just them

Current

He's a member of the SVT team, field agent surprisingly

His ability to manipulate plants makes him pretty powerful but he prefers to not fight

He only goes along when they really need his specific talents.

Mostly he just spends all day in the greenhouse,

which is also where he sleeps

For a while, he wanted to find his parents

But he was scared of what they would think now that he had these abilities.

He's a shy boy makes friends pretty easily

Like Jeonghan

He isn't quite sure how the boy ended up in the hospital wing, but he didn't do it so

He enjoys music a lot

If he's not in the greenhouse he's somewhere in the small forest surrounding the place playing his guitar

If its raining and you can't find him, check the roof, he enjoys water

He's basically become a plant at this point.

He even hangs around Seokmin a lot because he swears that boy is the sun

There's also a small fern growing out of the pocket of his favorite shirt

He also made someone carry a plant around to make up for the oxygen they were using up after asking too many questions

Wen Junhui- Code Name: Copy Cat

Ability(ies): Self Cloning; creating one or more replicas of oneself

Status: Mutate

Experiments

He was 6 when EssoCorp found him

His parents didn't understand when they took him away

He never saw them again

He was taken to the Chinese facility

Which was oddly in the middle of a village

He didn't understand what was happening as he was shoved into a cell

Three brick walls and one wall that was just glass.

In between the horrific experiments he just sat on his bed,

As he grew (and got handsome) the scientists were thinking he might just be normal

They started just fucking with him

Basically just torturing him, at this point

He started wishing there was someone else,

someone who could take the pain.

It was super late one night,

The moon was shining in from the small window.

He closed his eyes again, the next thing he knew there was the feeling of someone in the room with him

He opened his eyes to find another version of himself

By the time doctors had come in the next morning

There were four Jun's doing different things

One was reading,

One sleeping

One dancing in the corner

And one, probably the original was staring out the window.

The experiments just got worse.

Rescue

Jeonghan actually joined them on this one

He wouldn't tell people what he had seen

but knew he needed to be there to help

He stayed back as Cheol and the other members cleared the facility

Cheol counts the following moment at one of the scariest

Jeonghan walked through the building in a trance, guided by the spirits

He just stepped over the bodies and puddles of blood in a crisp white suit.

They found Jun strapped to a gurney while another version of himself tried to untie him

Something about Jeonghan just made Jun trust him

Once Jun was on his feet again, Jeonghan hugged him

Which made the now 19-year-old just start sobbing

They don't talk about that part now

Current

A very important member of SVT

He's a smart cookie and he's strong so having multiples of him is nice.

Since his clones don't feel pain, only the OG Jun does, he stays on the plane during missions

He hangs out with a few of the other mutates, Hoshi and Dino mostly

You can generally find him dancing in one of the manors rec rooms

or fucking with Minghao

He cracks a lot of jokes

But most nights he's awake with nightmares.

He does most of the housework in the manor those nights

He just sits at the kitchen bar drinking hot cocoa with Jeonghan or anyone else that’s awake

And his clones are all over cleaning and stuff.

He's scatterbrained most of the time but controlling the clones takes focus

Its like therapy but not expensive or intrusive.

Jeon Wonwoo- Code Name: Einstein

Ability(ies): Superhuman Intelligence; Knowledge and comprehension faster and more accurate than otherwise humanly possible.

Status: Mutant

Development

He had always been pretty smart and preferred to sit alone and read

His parents didn't actually think something was different about him

Maybe he was just autistic?

He wasn't bullied in school

Cuz he looked scary as shit

But then he wore sweaters and glasses

And girls (and guys, we gay here bud) started just falling for him

Sometimes literally

Then he graduated high school at 15

No girlfriend,

No friends

He had a cat though

But he wasn't hurting anyone

Except maybe himself

And his social skills

Training (kinda)

He finished a bachelors degree in mutant studies at 18

Then he moved away from his parents

He actually broke into an EssoCorp facility

It was old and abandoned but he got it functional

He used their machines to figure out of he really was a mutant

Low and behold

He is

Look at that

Then he just casually found Pledis and sent them a coded message

None of them figured it out

But someone traced it

They thought it was a mutate that had somehow escaped

So Shua and Cheol arrived to find Wonu just sitting at a desk reading an encyclopedia like a children's book

He figured living in a stately manor with other mutants and mutates to study wasn't the worst thing to happen

Current

He's not allowed in the kitchen

Too many science experiments gone wrong

Some of the rescued mutates don't trust him,

For good reason

He likes studying people

And mutates intrigue him

He has a whole lab set up in his room

But he's still a member of SVT

Sometimes they need him to unencrypt something

Sometimes they just need him to help teach someone something

He likes teaching

He spends most of his time helping others with their powers

He looks mean but you're most likely to find him in the library,

where he's read every book

Don't ask him questions you aren't ready to hear the answer to

Man, this was really long. Stay tuned for part 2 and don’t hesitate to request any scenarios, headcanons, or reactions your heart desires!

#seventeen #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #svt scenarios #seventeen headcanons #seventeen s.coups #seventeen jeonghan #seventeen mingyu #seventeen joshua #seventeen jun #seventeen wonwoo #goodwriterwithbadhabits

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coffeedrivenfiction · 5 years

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I’ve Always Wanted To Do That (The Incredibles fanfic)

He wasn't actually sleeping, more like lounging. Lounging on the living room couch on a lazy Saturday with a magazine resting on his face and virtually nothing to do. His homework was finished, the chores were done, and the house was vacant. Since turning eighteen, Violet had taken to enjoying the slight slack in the leash that pertained to dating that kid Tony, who she was miraculously on her third year with; Jack-Jack was at Aunt Edna's, being treated like the surrogate son he so obviously was to her and no doubt being forced into a bevy of different costumes suited for his powers; and Mr. Incredible, free to be himself to a certain degree, was out with Frozone.

Being a teenager was really no different than being a kid. So he was fourteen now. Big whoop. Literally nothing had changed besides the length of his flyaway hair, his school, and the suffocating amount of homework he was given every day. He and the rest of his family were still under witness protection while the government dragged feet in weighing the exact worth of Supers against a cost analysis following the destruction they were sure to cause 'saving the day'. The fall of Supers in no way meant the fall of villains—an occurrence that should have been painfully obvious from the onset—and so certain ones were being allowed back into the line of duty to combat the increasing wave of unrest.

Slowly but surely, Supers were being accepted again.

Winston Deavor was still a prominent figure in the integration of Supers, from back when his sister went rogue to this very day, and the betrayal at the hands of his own flesh and blood had only spurred him on further. The process was plodding as hell to be sure but not without its benefits. His mom, Elastigirl, was still the face of the program, and she was making extraordinary strides toward proving that 'saving the day' could be done with as little collateral damage as possible thanks to her elegance and natural battle tact, and it didn't hurt that she had a massive fanbase backing her.

Back in the day, Elastigirl was already considered a household name, but now? Four years later? She was virtually infamous. Everyone knew her, people all over the world loved her, countries wanted her to make guest appearances, there were parades and parties, endorsement deals and sponsorships, she had apparel everywhere knickknacks were sold—there was even an Elastigirl videogame called Elastigirl: A Stretch In Time. To this day, Dash still found that to be the most stupidest name attached to the most stupidest gaming premise ever. Why they chose to make his mom this time-hopping superhero, he would never know.

Still, beyond all of that, beyond the numerous press releases and public events and award ceremonies, not a single soul outside of her family, Mr. Dicker, and Winston knew Elastigirl's true identity, which was a testament to the statute of secrecy concerning not only her but some of the other high profile Supers in the field. Mostly because trying to figure out Elastigirl's true identity had reached astronomical levels of interest, to the point where people adamantly theorized on who it might be based on hair length, eye color and other characteristics. Not that his mom cared—she found the whole fascination over her ridiculous—she only cared about creating a better, villain-free world for her family. She didn't care to relieve the 'glory' days that she consistently tried to talk his dad into letting go. Her only priorities pertained to being a devoted wife and raising her children; Super'ing around the world was just an unwanted side-effect to accomplish that.

On the other glove, Mr. Incredible was over the moon with the steady integration of Supers and gladly took on whatever jobs his wife didn't want to, even the ones that led him to other continents. Occasionally, after some extreme begging and pleading, Helen would relent to letting either Dash or his sister join in, depending on the severity of what needed to be done; sometimes they even went as a family. Those journeys turned out to be the perfect bonding adhesive, the stories told between them, the laughs shared, the dangers crossed….

It was fun, being able to just be themselves every once in awhile. Being bottled up as an ordinary citizen was no longer such an arduous task thanks to frequent outings that let everyone stretch their wings.

And that meant the most annoying aspect of Dash—always whining about not being able to be free, to be himself—melted away, leaving behind a far more levelheaded speedster.

"Ohhhh, Daaaaash…."

The sweet songbird-like tones of his mother calling tickled Dash's ears and he felt his cheeks begin to burn.

Damn it….

It was no secret that Dash loved his mom. Leaving the shoes of a kid behind and stepping into those of a globetrotting teenage Super had given him a new appreciation for this auburn-haired woman who had taken care of and loved him even during his most unbearable moments. Whenever his dad stepped out to handle Super business tailored to him (that Winston figured wouldn't yield too much cost damage-wise), Dash would self-proclaim himself as man of the house, and he took that role to heart.

His mom, Violet, Jack-Jack—even if they were all accomplished Supers in their own right, save for his little prodigy of a brother who everyone already expected to herald the end of villainy when he grew up, Dash placed their well-being over whatever trouble the world at large happened to be suffering through. Not that any of them took him seriously: Violet nearly pissed herself from laughing, his dad gave him the most patronizing pep talk about responsibility and knowing ones role, and his mom… well… she'd called it the cutest thing he had ever done, bar none.

"Awww, look at you, momma's little hero," she had said back then, eskimo kissing him into a void of embarrassment. "Well then, I'll be counting on you to keep me safe, okay?"

That much went without saying. It was a pledge Dash carried with him as he grew, year by year, remaining ever vigilant. So there was no denying that puberty was a bitch—all the growing, the danglings, the new bells and whistles—especially when surrounded by others going through the same awkward motions and having to deal with the unending comments his schoolmates made concerning his mom whenever she came to pick him up and actually got out of the car. Not only did his mom have the entire male populous unknowingly under her finger, there were quite a few girls who were quite keen to get to know her as well, even going so far as to try and invite themselves to his house under the pretense of dating or needing a study-buddy.

Contrary to popular belief, Dash was well aware of just how unrelentingly sexy his mother was; he had to deal with it every blessed day he saw her walk around in pajamas, in shorts, even in a bathrobe. He knew that for a woman in her very early forties, her coke-bottle figure was nothing short of perfection. He knew that if he looked up the term 'slim thick' he would see a picture of his mom due to the way her pinched waist opened into a pair of succulent hips that she loved to playfully bump him with. He knew all of that and more, and eventually, he grew sick of others using his mom in their weird fetishes.

It only took about three major fights for the message to get across that Helen Parr was off limits for anyone to so much as speak about in his presence. Since his super speed basically guaranteed that he could doge every hit, in order to keep his identity a secret, Dash allowed himself to be struck a couple times just for the sake of appearance.

"Dash, are you in the living room?"

When she called out a second time, Dash lazily replied, "I sure am, mom," but didn't bother removing the magazine from over his face. He still wasn't ready to 'do things' yet; it was too nice, the warm, natural lighting streaming in through the glass roof. He was more than content to spend the rest of his weekend right here glued to this spot. If the other family members didn't mistake him for just an oblong shaped couch cushion he would be highly surprised.

Though not nearly as surprised as he was when something incredibly soft and plush nudged the arm he had hanging over the side.

Did she just…?

"Wakie, wakie, my little super hero, I need your opinion on something," she chorused, and if her previous hip bump wasn't enough to bring about a barrage of suspicion, her suspiciously energetic tone certainly was. When he made no immediate effort to give her attention, she hip-bumped him again. "Come on, Dash, I need your help here."

Wondering when and how he had fallen under his mother's thumb as well, Dash very hesitantly began to lower his Super's Monthly magazine just far enough for his pupils to peek over the edge.

Oh dear Lord….

Another thing about his lavish mother that Dash was having some trouble dealing with was the fact Mrs. Parr didn't put much stock in her figure—none—she mostly considered herself to be quite average despite the numerous compliments and fansites devoted to her, despite the vocal minority that downright worshipped the very ground she walked on. It was the most innocent display of immodesty that Dash had ever seen; she cared so little that she frequently, obliviously, showed it off in the most provocative ways.

Like now, as she nervously shifted weight from one foot to the other in this lavish white blouse with a plunging neckline and the tightest pair of yoga pants Dash had ever the pleasure to see wrapped around her body. That apprehensive stance clearly showed the effort she was putting forth to be eye-catching was new to her, but her naturally lustful figure seemed right at home being on display; it was this perfectly tantalizing mixture of timid and precocious. His eyes were tracing her curves before he could even begin to stop himself, rolling over those criminally wide hips, those thick, creamy thighs, and that ass….It was only thanks to her that Dash even paid attention to that part of a female nowadays.

Not even trying to being subtle, Dash sank deeper into the couch, making sure to keep the magazine firmly just below his eyes. There was no way he could let her see his face; he was blushing far too hard, it practically invited teasing.

She cleared her throat. "Well, since you're the man of the house while your father's away, I wanted to get a man's opinion on these," and she gave the most beguiling smile, that kind that effortlessly coerced Dash into doing whatever she wanted.

"I—me?" he blustered. "Really? D-don't you think Violet would be a better choice—"

The ease at which she cut him off was as simple as lifting a single finger, her smile growing coy. "That's why I said I needed a man's opinion, buster. C'mon, your honest take—does your momma look good in these?"

A hearty "yes!" was the obvious answer but Dash was summarily left with his jaw hanging when Helen twirled on her heel to give him a full, uninterrupted view of the back. Never had he seen her rear so perfectly rounded, so magnificently framed—it jiggled ever so softly as she continued to shift from foot to foot, almost as if she could physically feel his eyes probing here, prodding there, taking it all in. Every wobble of those perfectly rounded twin cheeks caused Dash's breath to hitch, his grip over the magazine subconsciously increasing to the ripping point. The outlines of whatever dark pink panties she had chosen to wear underneath were excruciatingly visible, hugging her ass tight and admirably keeping both cheeks contained.

"Well?" she questioned, twirling back around. "Thoughts? I'm really feeling the blouse—my chest can breathe, but personally, I'm not a huge fan of lycra. Good fabric and all it's just kind of tight around the, uh… around the back region, don't you think?"

Thinking wasn't really a function that Dash was capable of at the moment so he remained silent, and his lack of an answer caused Helen to glance down at herself, curious to see what had so thoroughly captured his attention.

Then her eyes widened, followed by a very short chuckle. "Annnnnd, dang… did not realize they were see-through…."

Of course she hadn't, and Dash could wholeheartedly believe it, given how her cheeks lit up like a Christmas tree and she brought her hands to her face, probably wishing she had Violet's power to vanish at a snap. Honestly, it was the cutest thing, watching her shrink in on herself, the way she tried squeezing her thighs together like that was in any way going to hide the fact that her very visible panties had a bear face print on the front.

"Mom…pft, what in the—"

"Shut up, just… shut up," she ground out, peeking at him from between her fingers and, wow, was the blush riding high. "Dash, I swear, if you even so much as breathe a word about this…."

It came out as threatening, albeit the embarrassed quivering marred the effect somewhat, and Dash was quite keen to hear her finish that sentence, to hear what she would do to him, but when she fell silent, he couldn't help but grin, fully lowering his magazine and running a hand through his hair.

God above, if the world loved Elastigirl then knowing the woman behind the mask would likely cause heart-attacks all around. Whatever arousal her figure had shamefully brought out of Dash, much like it always did, was bowled over with an all-consuming urge to protect. He needed to protect this 40-something-year-old woman who apparently still wore printed panties.

"I really hope you don't wear those when you're out as Elastigirl," he chuckled, patting the spot next to him invitingly. "Imagine bending over and splitting a seam—bam, secret's out."

The glare Helen leveled him with as she approached didn't sting as much as it could have thanks to her smirk. "Excuse me, Mr. Man, but you aren't insinuating I have a big butt, are you?"

Dash's reply was as quick as his running speed. "I was insinuating that accidents like ripped clothing and Supers go together like white on rice. How many times has Auntie E had to repair dad's suit? A dozen? Couple dozen? Pictures of his underwear are still circulating the internet, God knows why."

She sat down next to him with a scoff, crossing her legs. "I'm impressed, Dash, you said that so smoothly I'd almost believe you thought it up on the spot."

"Well, when you're a pro at sticking your foot in your mouth like I am you learn to have certain replies loaded up," Dash admitted with a shrug, and the sound of her giggling was still just the sweetest thing.

"And he's funny, folks," Helen quipped, idly kicking her aloft foot and brushing back her bangs. She regarded her son like a newly found specimen, staring him up and down appraisingly, moving his hair about, then finally gave his cheek a teasing pinch. "Ah, you make me sick."

The insult was said so lovingly that all Dash could do was chuckle.

"Sorry?"

"You should be. I still can't believe you don't have a girlfriend yet, I figured I'd be beating off girls left and right by now, honestly. It's one of the few things I was actually looking forward to as you grew up."

"Er, well… you know how it is," he said, clearing his throat.

There was a very good reason why Dash didn't have a girlfriend, but it wasn't a reason he was mentally prepared to share with his mother just yet. Diligence required sacrifice, and the rise of villains as of late was beginning to eclipse the speed at which Supers were being allowed to do their job. Elastigirl might be a verifiable symbol of peace for now, but she was still only one Super and the world was rife with nefarious individuals who were beginning to see that she couldn't be everywhere at once.

"You get your looks from your father, you know—the both of you are just riddled with handsomeness. That's how you trick us girls, get us to lower our defenses; you just flash a smile and we go all weak in the knees. It's not fair," she joked, winking. "I swear, to this day I'm almost certain that's the only way your father got me to marry him. The big idiot… the big handsome idiot…."

Chewing on his thumbnail, Dash barely heard a word his mother said; he was beyond lost in thought, his brow furrowed intently. The growing villain contingency had long since filled him with unease and it seemed to worsen every time he turned on the set, which was primarily why he had chosen to read his magazine today. Just once he wanted to go a day without the same question running laps around his mind: how long until her identity was blown? He had seen more than his fair share of movies and shows, mostly as research material, to know how that particular scenario played out and he would be damned if he let some random girl, who was almost guaranteed to be more interested in his mom anyway, distract him from protecting his family.

"It's… I guess it's just not my time yet," he said after a few seconds' silence, rubbing behind his head. "Truthfully, I'm not in any hurry to see you hospitalize whichever girl I bring home."

"Oh come on, sweetheart, look at me—would I do that?" she asked with a faux look of hurt.

Dash stared at her and she stared back.

And then they both started laughing.

"You'd slingshot her across the city!" he said, clutching his sides.

"Without a moment's hesitation," Helen agreed, patting her lap with an inviting glance at her son. When he merely stared at her, confused, she rolled her eyes and sucked her teeth, grabbing his head and bringing it down onto her legs. "There we go."

Even before the cushiony soft sensation of her thighs could fully hit home, Dash was bombarded with the sweet, almost ambrosial scent wafting from his mother's skin. He didn't know if it was some sort of perfume or if that's just how she smelled naturally but it was having an immediate effect where he didn't want it to.

"Um, m-mom? What're you—" he started, trying to push himself back up, but she shushed him, running a hand through his hair.

"Sweetie, I know you don't feel like talking about what you're going through, but… I wouldn't be much of a mother if I didn't say something," she started softly and Dash froze, eyes widening, growing numb to the soothing dance of her fingers.

There was no way she could be hinting at… could she? No, of course not, how could she know? Outside of the usual mood swings, Dash had made sure to be as discreet as possible with his mission in life. He left no stone unturned, erased any tracks he made—there was nothing for anyone to catch, much less his mom.

"If you're talking about that pair of panties, I can explain," he started hastily.

"I really don't think any son can explain how a pair of their mother's underwear wound up under their mattress," Helen began inertly, and it was the evenness of her tone that caused Dash's jaw to tighten. She didn't sound at all like how he'd figured—hoped—she would have, she didn't sound upset or confused or disgusted; she sounded like someone who had seen through his plan, and easily at that. "I've been in the game a long time, Dash, so I know a decoy when I see it. If your plan was to throw me off, you should have grabbed a dirty pair—that's what the true perverts do. After all, what good are panties with no scent?"

Okay, wow.

So many questions slammed into Dash's mind following that statement that it almost hurt trying to decipher them all and so he remained silent, barely breathing, taking in only the faintest whiffs of her natural aroma.

"I know you've probably got a dozen other distractions lined up to keep suspicion low but I'm your mother, Dash," she said matter-of-factly and he could feel those maternal, all-seeing eyes boring into him. "The least I can do is tell when one of my kids is pushing themselves too far, and you, kiddo… you've been pushing yourself too hard for too long."

It flew out of Dash's mouth before he could stop it: "We're safe, though, aren't we? You, dad, Violet, Jack-Jack… we're all safe."

"Yes, honey, we're safe, but it's not like we've got danger lurking around every corner either," Helen argued gently. "You're only fourteen, you should be out there enjoying yourself, living life, making mistakes and crying back to me for help—look at your sister," she said with a snort. "The moment she was old enough to drive you'd think the car was her natural home."

"Vi's not all there in the head, we all know that," Dash said, making a swirling motion with his finger. "I'm different from her—I have goals, I have people I need to protect—"

Helen nodded understandingly. "And don't think we don't appreciate it, honey. All I'm asking you to do is to just… let us adults shoulder most of the burden, okay? It's why I took up this whole Super deal in the first place, to give you and Violet and Jack-Jack a better life than what your dad and I had, a more carefree life."

When she took him by the chin, Dash allowed her to steer his gaze upwards so that he was staring directly at her, so that he could fully see the concern in her eyes.

"Let me be the parent, okay? I don't care about the love of all those people out there, or the Superhero initiative, I don't care if this whole operation goes or blows, I really don't," she said genially and Dash found it astonishing how true her words came across to him. "Like I told Winston, like I told your dad… and like I'm about to tell you now: I only care about keeping my kids safe. So let me do that, okay? Let your mother do her job. Your only job is to be a kid for as long as possible."

The firm pout Dash had fixed across his face broke away into a groan when she kissed him over the nose.

"Don't pout, I find it adorable," she said.

"Awww, mom—c'mon," he fussed, rubbing at his face. "I'm fourteen, what teenager still gets kissed on the nose?"

"You do," she said easily, and gave him another, smiling at the way he turned deeper into her thighs to hide his face. "And so does your sister. She gets at least two a day. And Jack-Jack? Until he shifts into another dimension. Resistance is futile, you know, you all might as well just give in to the momma kisses—they always win."

"Maybe I've been protecting us from the wrong side since you're clearly the most villainous thing around here," was what Dash tried to say but it came out a muffled mess against his mother's thighs, and he caught the way she shuddered against him, no doubt feeling the rumbling vibrations his stifled words caused.

When his mother's hand came down over his head, he tensed, half-expecting her to give him a good thumping. What he didn't expect was for her fingers to wind their way back through his blonde locks again. "Any time you want to get your face outta there would be fine with me, buster," and her tone was full of a teasing mirth even as she playfully squeezed her legs together, "before I start thinking you stole my underwear for another purpose."

Dash sat up so quickly he nearly went tumbling off the couch and Helen laughed, watching him scramble to catch himself. "Calm down, calm down, Dash, sheesh—I was just kidding," she chuckled, waving a dismissive hand his way, "but now that your secret's out, feel free to put them back, those are one of my favorite pairs."

Pushing that little tidbit to the farthest reaches of his mind, Dash's perked up like a dog sensing danger when the doorbell rang. When he made to move, the palm that met him squarely on the forehead kept him seated. "Relax, it's just the door," said Helen, standing in his place. "I got it. Here, you take care of this." She picked up the remote, picked up his hand, and joined the two. "Find something fun for us to watch on TV when I get back. I'm gonna start making sure you enjoy yourself, buster."

The idea of enjoying himself did sound like something pleasant, if wholly foreign, Dash figured as she strolled from the room, unknowingly taking his gaze with her, but he also knew it was something he would never allow. Despite what his mother said and the way her calming words offered a much-needed sense of tranquility to his frayed nerves, this was the path he had long since chosen. There was no alternative so long as the villain contingency continued to thrive on the lack of Supers.

Still… watching something together….

"That… that'd be okay, right? Yeah, course—but just for a little while," Dash told himself firmly, and he nearly leapt out of his clothes when the phone rang. "Not cool, Dash, c'mon…." Grumbling, he dove to the other end of the couch and snatched up the cordless. "Parr residence, Dash spea—"

"DASH—Dash, listen, it's Dicker—" Instantly, Dash's breathing faltered, his stomach clenching with dread. Mr. Dicker hadn't contacted them for quite some time, and whenever he did it was never anything good. "Listen to me, son, you have to leave your house—right now!"

"What? Why?" There was a panic in Mr. Dicker's voice and it transferred to Dash, setting his heartbeat into overdrive. "What's going on—did something happen?"

"There's no time!" the older man yelled and for the first time in a long time, Dash was afraid. "Evelyn Deavor escaped prison during a riot and we think she's making a beeline straight to your position—we don't know exactly when she escaped but it's highly possible she's not alone—she could be bringing accomplices, Dash—you have to get out of there!"

The phone clattered to the ground, everything was suddenly very dreamlike.

No….

It was the slowest Dash could remember ever going even as he pushed his legs past the normal limits of his ability. He didn't know how… he didn't know what could have possibly pierced him with this overwhelming feeling of loss, but he could feel his eyes beginning to blur with tears, he felt his mouth opening in a scream that didn't reach his ears he was running so fast.

No, no, no, no—

The force of his halting skid left blazing scorch marks in the carpet and he rounded the corner just as Helen pulled the door open.

"Mom—WAIT!"

Two hooded figures stood in the frame, silent and still—and Dash was in motion before his brain could give a command. It seemed the larger of the two figures was waiting for precisely that and flung out a hand comprised oddly of stone. The floor underneath Dash liquefied itself and he gave a surprised yelp when he began to sink, first his feet, past his ankles, up to his knees; it wasn't until the one with the hand of stone snapped their fingers that the floor solidified again, causing Dash to pitch forward and bash his forehead against the tiles, cracking several.

No, no, no, no, not now—

Everything was happening so wretchedly slow it was like a switch had been flipped. Breathing was problematic, Dash's head was throbbing unmercifully, each pulse sending a trickle of warm blood splurging down his face, but the pain was lost on him as he struggled, desperately reaching out for his mother.

"MOOOOM!"

The second figure pulled off their hood and it was over before the yell could fully leave Dash's throat.

Looking every bit as unhinged as she had four years ago, Evelyn Deavor struck out a hand, gripped Helen by the back of her head and snatched her forward, roughly mashing their lips together. It was a terrible kiss and the shock that contorted Helen's face only intensified when Evelyn rammed something sharp into her stomach.

It was a new type of terror, one that Dash never thought he would experience, one that robbed him of everything as he watched Evelyn drive that blade deeper and deeper still into his mom, holding their kiss until it was buried to the hilt. And when Evelyn broke their embrace, her mouth was smeared with blood; it was dribbling without end over Helen's lip, the sounds of her strangled gurgling causing the bile to churn hot in Dash's stomach.

"I've always wanted to do that," Evelyn cooed with a sickening tenderness, continuing to grip the wobbling Super tight by the hair. She inched closer, placing those filthy bloodstained lips next to Helen's ear. "Tell me, Elastigirl… what do you do when you want to destroy the very fabric of the people's nerve?" she whispered gently.

His legs were broken, Dash knew that much, he could feel that much, but that didn't stop him from struggling; he clawed at the ground like a trapped animal, gaining purchase over nothing, fingers slipping, tearing his throat to shreds with the strength of his yells.

Yet Evelyn's deadening voice conquered all. "The answer's simple: you take away their symbol of hope."

And Dash was rendered mute when she forcibly snatched the knife from his mother's stomach, spilling a copious amount of blood down her front, over the floor, splattering droplets in an arch that flew from Evelyn's blade.

It was relatively easy to pinpoint the exact moment Dash felt his heart die. He had stopped breathing, stopped thinking, stopped feeling—eyes unblinking, he could only see, could only watch as the woman he had sworn to protect fell… and fell… the shock never quite leaving her face….

When she collided with the ground, it was the most painful scene of Dash's life, watching as his mom brought hands to her wound, hands that shook, hands that were instantly saturated in blood, hands that were, even now, determined to shield Dash from what he knew was there. She didn't want him to see it, she didn't want him to see the wound causing the unbridled agony distorting her face.

"Don't worry, Dash," said Evelyn softly, bending down to wipe her knife over the front of Helene's blouse, further staining what was once such a beautiful and pristine white, turning it into a scarlet mess, "when your mom dies, and when they find her… she'll be regarded as a true hero. You should be proud."

His mom was gasping horribly, struggling to hold on even as blood continued to spill through her fingers; she paid no mind to Evelyn, that wasn't important… her eyes found his, they found her son's, and she didn't look away. "D-Dash…."

Like a baseball through a window, Dash felt all of his willpower, all of the strength and resilience he had built up over the years, shatter into nothing. Hearing his name gurgled out with so much pain from the one person he thought would never fall had instilled something terrible in his heart—and he started crying, he started crying like he had regressed back to his toddler years, the days when his mom would drop whatever she was doing and come running to him.

Except now she couldn't, and the hollow realization of that caused her face to scrunch up, caused tears to well in her eyes….

Sighing, Evelyn made the climb back to her feet, the look lining the sunken groves of her face displaying just a flicker of regret. "I… don't think I thought this through well enough," she admitted with a tired shrug. "This sort of thing might just galvanize the people instead of break them apart." The revelation of her actions didn't seem to be cause for worry, on the contrary, it was like watching withered parchment paper crinkle when her lips curled into a sinister smirk. "If anything, I probably just accomplished in three minutes what every Super has been trying to do for the past four years. I should be thanked, right?" She snapped her fingers at her larger companion. "Let's go. We've sparked the flame… now it's time to watch it all burn down."

Wiping his eyes on the back on the back of his hand, Dash watched them go, he watched them stroll uncaringly through the puddle of blood pooling out from his mom….

"Dash…." His eyes shot to her the moment she inhaled, the very act of talking causing her mouth to form a painful rictus. "Sw-sweetheart, I… I'm s-sorry…."

No matter how hard he swiped at his eyes, the tears wouldn't leave him be, they constantly blurred his vision, blurred his mother. "Mom, don't talk—please, just… h-hang on, I just gotta get my legs free and then—then I can get help, I swear, if I can just…."

His voice shook so bad he could hardly understand the words tumbling out of his mouth as he tried to move his legs, but he already knew he was hopelessly stuck; the floor had reformed around his knees, it'd take a construction crew to get him out and he'd be lucky if his legs survived.

Not that cold reality prevented him from struggling his absolute hardest.

"C'MON! Stupid—please, please, why won't… I can't get… m-mom," he fumbled, turning to her for guidance, and it scared him at how quickly the light was fading from her eyes. "Mom! No, no, no—damn it, c'mon! Don't leave me! I'm coming, if I can just—it's my legs—I can't get them… I can't get them free, I'm trying!"

Her smile was so soft, and so weak. She understood, she knew he was trying his very best, and that was enough. "I'm s-sorry, Dash, I…" She winced, inhaling sharply. Every word lanced her body with pain; every syllable only caused more blood to pulse over her bottom lip. "I…I tried… I wanted you t-to… to be happy…."

"Don't talk, please!" Dash begged, and he reached out for her, stretching his arm as far it could go.

The last time Helen had cried, in front of him at least, was a couple years ago after Jack-Jack had bumped his head on the coffee table and cut himself. That one moment had been the deciding factor to Dash committing himself to the protection of his family. The look on his mother's face, those heart-wrenching sobs as she cradled Jack-Jack and apologized over and over… he swore to never see her like that again.

"I… I couldn't do my job as… as your mother," she whispered to him, and the tears glittering down her cheeks, the regret that poisoned her smile… "I'm sorry, sweetie…."

The ground around Dash's legs gave an ominous crack, almost as loud as the one that he felt reverberate somewhere in his shins. He was pulling with all the might he possessed, grasping out for all he was worth, but it still wasn't enough to reach her. "HELP!" he screamed shrilly, blistering his throat. "SOMEBODY—ANYBODY HELP! PLEASE!"

When something soft grazed his cheek, he jerked, momentarily stunned into silence; his mother had stretched out one of her hands, past his own, and was busy brushing away a tear. He instantly nuzzled into her, ignoring the crimson fluids that caked her fingers, unable to keep his sobs at bay long enough to shout again. "D-don't leave me, momma… p-please…."

"It's okay… it's okay, sweetheart," she told him, her voice growing weaker, fainter, "I'm f-fine… I'm not… I'm not going anywhere, I'm st-staying right…."

He heard her exhale, then nothing.

"…Momma?"

The sudden silence pried Dash's eyes open and he saw his mother staring back at him. Except… she wasn't blinking; her fingers had fallen still, she wasn't moving, she wasn't… she wasn't breathing. She stared back at him with eyes that had lost their light, with a smile that was barren.

"N-no…"

The world seemed to drop away into nothingness leaving only Dash and the woman who had shielded him since birth. He didn't want to believe, he didn't want to accept the fact that his mother was gone, but it was her expression… that loving smile… she was telling him that it was okay, that everything was going to be okay, even if she wasn't around for it.

And that made him cry. He buried his face in the warmth of her palm and cried, grabbing her fingers with both hands. The grief hurt, it burned from the bottom of his soul, it gave fire to his sobs until he had no more tears to give, until his throat was too hoarse to make a sound, until all he could do was collapse, worn with pain and broken with sorrow.

He didn't know how much time had passed when he heard it… voices… a multitude of voices on the peripheral of his hearing. They were coupled with the sounds of rushing footsteps—Dash didn't know what was happening and he didn't put forth the slightest bit of effort in figuring it out; so long as he kept hold over his mother's hand then nothing else mattered. Perhaps Evelyn has seen the folly in letting him live and had returned with more flunkies to finish him off?

Please. I'd be grateful for it….

The voices were coming in clearer as Dash's hearing gradually returned.

"KEEP THOSE PEOPLE BACK! I need a perimeter shut down—RIGHT NOW!"

"Dash! Dash, wake up! Is he okay? DASH!"

"Please, stay back—he's alive, he's breathing—"

"HELEN—is she… she can't be…."

"WE NEED A FUCKING AMBULANCE!"

"Clear a path, clear a path, what's happened? What's the… oh my God…."

Who was talking? Better question, why were they talking? Nothing said could undo what had happened, nothing could—

Every nerve in Dash's body sparked to life when someone tried to pry his hand away from his mother's and a piercing yell burst from his throat. He swung without thought and felt his knuckles collide solidly with someone's jaw, knocking whoever it was to the side. Tears blurred his vision, he couldn't make out a single person from the swarm surrounding him; they were moving too fast, nothing but hazy, faceless mannequins; all he could do was growl, increasing the hold he had on her, daring a soul brave enough to step forward. They would have his life before they took—

"Dash…."

He froze. That last voice sent a familiar shudder down his back and he turned in its direction, frantically reaching out with his other hand. A wave of sobs erupted around him but Dash paid it no mind, continuing to reach, gasping when a larger, rougher hand took his own and held on tight. "Dash, it's okay. We're here… you can let go, son, we're… we're here…."

Dash sniffled, fervently shaking his head. "I… but if I do, she'll… th-then she'll really be gone," he choked out and there was a massive shift as several people moved to hug him at once. He felt it, he felt their warmth, their pain, he felt it all and hung his head, shoulders trembling with the urge to cry again. "I can't… I c-can't lose her again, I—"

Another cheek, slick with tears, mashed itself against his and the hug tightened. "You won't, Dash," he heard Violet gasp and she sounded stricken. Her entire body shook but she clutched him like a life raft. "Sh-she's still here—I s-swear she is." She nodded as strongly against him as she could, her jaw firming. "It's okay, it's g-gonna be okay…."

Many voices, many recognizable voices, were echoing in agreement, several that Dash could immediately place a face to and several more that existed only on the fringe of his tired mind. They were all telling him that he was safe, that it was okay, that he could let go….

And when he finally did, when he reluctantly relaxed his grip and felt her fingers slide away, there was no force on earth that could have kept Dash from passing out. Her touch had been the last pillar keeping him conscious and he quickly went limp without it, succumbing to the darkness that had been steadily, incessantly, tugging at him; and as he mercifully began to sink into that nothingness, he heard a hurricane of furious yells from his dad, from Mr. Dicker and even Winston, all three of them shouting to get his legs freed immediately.

My legs…? If Dash weren't so dangerously depleted, he would have laughed. He didn't care about his stupid legs. Whether they managed to pry him free or not, whether he woke up whole or to a pair of bloody, bandaged stumps—it was the farthest thing from his mind. Everything was growing startlingly dark, the ache that gripped his body was slipping… and then he felt it.

A hand so soft yet so warm rustled his hair, soothing him in a way he knew he was never going to experience again. Her touch hurt… it hurt so bad, the most excruciating pain of his short life, but he couldn't help the way her loving motions caused the corners of his mouth to quirk up in a silent smile. It was for her, only for her… and it was probably the last genuine one he would ever give.

I hope… wherever you are, I hope you're safe, mom. He couldn't speak it, he lacked the energy, the motor skills; this was nothing more than the last few synapses of his mind firing off into the gloom. You were the light of my world and I… I…

He struggled against himself; it was all fading so fast but he desperately fought to hold on. The warmth of Helen's hand moved from the top of his head to cradle his cheek, giving him the strength to finish.

I'll always love you, mom….

XXXX

Sixteen months later, the world was a very different place. The news of Elastigirl's death spread like wildfire throughout very major news network across the globe, and the reaction was deafening. Elastigirl monuments were erected, marches were held, it was nearly a collapse of order as the public found blame against those who had previously dragged their feet on allowing Supers to do their job. Due to their rampant negligence, the world had lost its brightest symbol of hope to evil—and it was a day that would forever be a blight against justice.

Not long after, there was a major seat-shuffling in the government—several people resigned, many quit, and some vanished without a trace. It paved the way for a new era, one spearheaded by Winston Deavor, who, after severing all ties to anything related to his sibling and her existence, was quick to give Supers back the power that they should have had years ago.

The name of the operation was 'revenge', pure and simple. There was no point in hiding it, no one even tried to suggest otherwise—contrary to being crushed spiritually, the populous was ablaze with rallies against villains that numbered in the thousands and persisted faithfully to this day. The entire world knew what had to be done, any other plan of action was unthinkable. One of the most loved souls to ever protect had been taken from them… and a heavy price had to be paid.

The nations came together to organize a strike team comprised of some of their most prominent Supers to hunt down Evelyn Deavor and bring her to justice. It was unanimously decided that Mr. Incredible take the helm and he accepted the role with a blazing resolve, leading them from one lead to the next in a flurry. The public was on their side, the government was giving them aide, the resources were near limitless—it was only a matter of time before Evelyn Deavor was found, before the world could rest.

Before he could rest.

Hands in his pockets, Dash trudged up a hill he had traversed more times than he cared to remember. He could have made the journey blindfolded, letting his legs lead the way. They were what brought him here after all, that familiar throbbing in his knees. When he was excavated from the ground all those months ago, they told him a normal person's legs would have been reduced to mush, but due to his power and his unnaturally granite-like leg muscles, he would make a full recovery pending a few months of physical rehabilitation.

And that… was certainly good news, good enough at least to bring Violet to tears since she had been worried sick over him, but even as his dad cheered and snatched him up in a rib-cracking hug, what was there to really be happy about? So his legs weren't a lost cause, did that bring her back? Did that somehow retroactively make him able to save her life? Or did it just remind him that he was alive while the one he failed to protect wasn't?

The frustrated tears he shed that day, smothered under his dad, went by unnoticed.

The further he walked, the more he allowed himself to enjoy the day. Clouds dotted an otherwise marble blue sky while the sun laid down an enjoyable haze of warmth. Gentle drafts of wind rustled his hair and he almost smiled as he carefully stepped between the graves of fallen Supers. Some of them he knew, others he didn't, but all he respected.

So many of them had died within the past half a year—so many had gladly thrown themselves in the line of fire if it meant getting them one step closer to finding Evelyn Deavor, and Dash would forever keep their names with him until it was inevitably his turn to join them on this hallowed hill.

Before his mother was taken from him, Dash always figured he would follow the typical motions of life: get a wife, have some kids, adopt a dog, live a full life spoiling his grandkids, the whole nine yards. With her gone, he got the feeling that path had been lost to him—not that he cared much, it was just obvious that her death had thrown him onto an entirely new track. He didn't expect to live very long, not with how he planned to eradicate villainy, so if he somehow saw the age of twenty then he would take that as a nudge from his mother to keep living. And if he didn't… well, that would be less time wasted wondering this world aimlessly, wouldn't it?

By medical standards, so long as his heart continued to beat, then Dash was deemed alive, but he had never felt so taciturn, so disconnected from the everything; and oddly enough, it was a feeling that comforted him as much as it tortured him. He welcomed the trauma that woke him up so violently he had to clutch his mouth with both hands to keep from screaming, and he reveled in hearing Evelyn Deavor's snake-like voice erupt from whatever shadow he passed, whispering the very line that was forever seared into his brain: I've always wanted to do that.

Even now, it brought his blood to a boil without fail and his walk turned into a forceful march.

Metroville Super Graveyard was where Dash spent a majority of his time whenever he wasn't at school or being forced to endure therapy for his night terrors. It was a specially crafted graveyard that existed in secret, away from the public, where only Supers both alive and deceased were allowed. It helped conceal the identity of the heroes who perished in the line of duty—to protect their friends and family, mostly—while also ensuring they received a burial befitting their service.

It was the weirdest thing... the first time he was called to publicly speak about his mom, only he couldn't be seen as Dash Parr, no, that would have been the equivalent of painting a big red target over himself, his family, and anyone who knew them. He—all of them—had to appear in their Super suits, the anonymity of which made the entire thing feel disgustingly impersonal, so much so that halfway into his prepared speech, Dash just walked off stage, leaving his father to quickly blame his abrupt leave on the grief. It was a necessary precaution to keep their family safe, Dash knew that, but from where he stood, it was also a stupid one, at least where his family was concerned. Evelyn Deavor already knew them pretty well beyond the costumes—hell, he was genuinely surprised she hadn't ousted them to the public yet or sent some of her flunkies to knock down their door.

Maybe she was enjoying the chaos that followed killing his mom… or maybe she knew that breaching the statue of secrecy surrounding Supers would immediately get her the death penalty. Oh, how he wished she would be so brave… but so far, aside from a few personally written letters threatening more deaths and a couple glimpses through pictures, Evelyn herself might as well have become a shadow in the world of villainy, a shadow that stretched far and consumed whatever it touched.

The grass crunched under Dash's shoes as he came to a stop in front of a massive statue depicting Elastigirl in one of her trademark hero poses. Commissioned by Winston and crafted by some of the most talented sculptures money could buy, it was a marvelous feat, filled with all the love everyone held for the fallen hero. Even now, as Dash noted the little distinguishing features he had noted a million times before—like the separate strands of hair or how lithe her fingers were—his chest tightened to the point where breathing was a chore, but he forced a toothy smile.

It was a quivering one to be sure, lined with the tears that trickled down his cheeks, but still, he smiled.

"Hey, mom."

A watery chuckled left him and he sniffled. Already, he could hear her scolding tone, wondering why he wasn't in school since it was technically a weekday. Not that it mattered. Despite a surprising uptick in his grades, Dash regularly skipped classes, or, like right now, the entire school day. It got to be such a problem that Mr. Dicker, while wholly sympathetic, couldn't take anymore and decided to get one of his subordinates hired at Dash's school so they could deliver a mind-altering flash whenever it happened. The only stipulation was that Dash's grade had to maintain themselves, and they did. Originally, Dash had planned on going to school, if only to get his sister to quit nagging him, but when he woke up with his old leg wounds throbbing, any plans on receiving a higher education went out the window—he knew where he was truly needed.

When he took a knee next to the headstone, his eyes traced the gold lettering that spelled her name and he had to swallow hard to keep himself composed. He bowed his head for a moment of silence, then looked up with a smile. "Um, hey, look what I got…took a lotta effort but I still did it," and he pulled a crumpled piece of paper from his jacket pocket. After some smoothing, he lifted it up high. "See? Remember that English test I had? Well, bam! Took Vi' forever to drill the basics into my thick head but I passed!"

It was always painful, the silence that followed, the lack of reaction, but he was well used to it and, after stowing the test sheet back in his pocket, plowed on ahead with what his morning consisted of. He told her how Violet had burned his eggs (again) and how when Jack-Jack stubbed his toe he let loose a screech that wound up summoning a plethora of eagles.

"—so we're not sure but that's probably 'beast tamer' added to the list now," Dash continued, shaking his head with a simple shrug. "I dunno how many powers that kids gonna have but whatever, as long as he doesn't get super speed then we'll still be best bros'. Can't have my little brother edging me out on my own territory, ya know?"

When he laughed, he imagined her laughing with him. It helped keep the encroaching loneliness at bay.

"Oh—OH—and I almost forgot! Today marks a full month since my leg—"

His lips continued to move but a series of sharp beeps had drowned him out and Dash immediately froze. All at once his stomach dropped into a void and he started to tremble where he stood. His throat was suddenly very dry, too dry to swallow, and he slowly glanced down the front of his shirt. Around his neck was a necklace made of some of the toughest alloy the world had to offer, and on it dangled a silver pendant in the shape of a heart.

Frantically, Dash pulled it free, hardly daring to believe. The beeping had subsided into a flashing red light like that of a fire truck, a beacon easily spotted regardless of distance.

Really…?

Paralysis wiped the feeling out of Dash's legs and he hit the ground on his knees, pursing his lips together to keep silent. He clutched the pendant in both hands until his knuckles turned white and lurched forward, slamming his forehead to the dirt. He knew he was crying, the painful sound of his uneven sobs carried far in the surrounding silence.

Two weeks after burying Elastigirl, Winston Deavor had approached the Parr family with a set of specially crafted pendants, each one tailor made for them and only them. He felt that before anyone else, they should be the ones to receive closure concerning their loss and told them that on the day their pendants were activated, it would be the day that Evelyn Deavor had been captured.

Relief and elation flooded Dash so quickly that he grew lightheaded. Somewhere, he knew the pendants of the rest of his family were going off as well. What were they doing? How did they feel? Were they like him, numb with joy? He fought to breathe properly; every breath came in with a rattle and left as a wheeze. All over again, he felt as drained as he did on the day his mom died, except this time he punched the earth with a fist, refusing to stay grounded.

"C'mon, Dash, get up….It's not over yet," he muttered shakily to himself, making the arduous climb back to his feet and wiping under his runny nose. Standing as straight as his trembling form would allow, Dash narrowed his eyes in the direction of his home. Right now, he knew everyone was racing there, from his family to Winston to Mr. Dicker—it was the rendezvous point for this exact moment, the moment they had all been waiting for….

Tensing his leg muscles to a dangerous degree, he glanced back up at the statue of his mom, still standing over him, still protecting him, and smiled as wide as he could.

"I love you, mom, but I gotta go, alright? There's some, uh… unfinished business we have to take care of, but don't worry. I'll be back soon," Dash promised, and he blurred out of sight.

A/N: Great way to begin the new year, yeah? Hahahaha....

#the incredibles #elastigirl #dash parr #evelyn deavor #incredibles #helen parr #mr incredible #The Incredibles 2 #winston deavor

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myrainydayloves · 5 years

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Plz gush about sunshine incarnate Ryuji

Ry👏🏽uji👏🏽Saka👏🏽Mato👏🏽deserves👏🏽better👏🏽

Honestly I fell in LOVE with Ryuji the second we met him in P5!!!!! My heart was like, “💖💓💗💝💖💕💞💗” instantly.

When he runs up to the car to try and stop Ann from getting in I was like, “Oh here comes a good fucking boy” and then when we get into the palace and he tells us to run away and that he’ll hold these guards off, my heart was doing FUCKING FLIPS!!! I was ready to whoop Kamoshida’s ass the millisecond he hurt this angel boy. And when we’re escaping from the palace and Ryuji is made fun of by Morgana for the first time I was literally like, “I will put this fucking cat back in that cage.”

THEN LATER WHEN KAWAKAMI IS LIKE, “oh stay away from that bad Sakamoto boy” I was literally looking at my screen like:

“Okay whatever sis, fuckin’ come for my boy like that again and I will end your life”

And then we runs around with Ryuji!!! And we get back into that palace!!! And he admits that KAMOSHIDA BROKE!!! HIS FUCKING!!! L E G???

I literally was like, “Fuck Ann, we beating up this bitch rn.”

You have no idea how I fucking threw a fit when I found out Ryuji was on track to becoming an OLYPMIC LEVEL runner and Kamoshida fucked that up for him. I was ready to throw the FUCK down you have no idea.

And then after Shiho tries to kill herself and Ryuji marches his ass to that office and is like, “HEY MOTHERFUCKER!”

I was like, “HAUL OFF!!! GET THIS BITCH!! FUCKIN’ WORLD STAR LET’S GO!”

Which brings me to my second point which that Ryuji is like,,,HEAVILY coded black. Like not only are his dance moves LITERALLY black dancing trends, his backstory is REALLY similar to that of African American ones in media. His dad was abusive, skipped town, left him and his mom to fend for themselves, turns out Ryuji can run and tries to use that to help his mom, and THE MAN breaks his leg! Like!!! That’s EVERY BLACK COMING OF AGE STORY IN MOVIES???

So Ryuji being the only low key brother in the video game was nice. Like Atlus??? Where are the black people? But whatevs I guess we have Ryuji.

And my heart broke for him constantly. Like were both abused at a young age but we went complete separate directions. I vowed that if anyone ever laid a hand on me, I would utterly destroy them. I put all my effort into becoming a person who fits in with society. RYUJI never got over his past trauma and thinks that the only way to make amends with people is to let them beat the shit out of him. Which fucks me up So Bad.

When he saved our lives and the girls responded by whooping his ass and leaving him passed out on the street?!?!?! If I had been protag I would have Lost My Fucking Mind. Like I would SERIOUSLY start throwing hands with Makoto and Ann.

It’s part of the reason I like Ryuji becoming close friends with my Ultra-BF Sho so much. Because yeah Sho’s violent but he’s Loyal and outside of a practice fight he would never hit Ryuji. Ryuji would fuck uo and would be like, “sorry man. Go ahead and take a swing at me.” And Sho would be like, “What the fuck? No!”

Ryuji is BEST. BOY. AND DSERVES BETTER!

#fuck me I love that boy #protector +

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yerabearmum · 6 years

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Finally got around to watching season 7 and HOOOO BOY do I have a lot to say

“he’s the youngest pilot ever to lead a mission into space” I think you forgot to mention ‘professional gay disaster’

Shiro looking at Keith, who is staring morosely out the window: he so obviously needs a hug but he would also glare a hole through my face if I come within ten feet of him how can I show this child love

DO YOU SEE LANCE'S LITTLE SWOOPY HAIRCUT

why is Little Lance’s voice deeper than Big Lance’s

“the emo kid’s doing it!” of course he is what more would you expect from the kid who never talks and openly but silently hates your guts

how does this twelve-year-old know how to drive in the first place

Kieth:*steals a car*

Me: PROTECT HIM

shiro doesn’t even look upset he’s just concerned and impressed

lance is so done with science in general

hello my name is takashi shirogane and welcome to my ted talk

Romelle’s hand gestures fill my soul with warmth

Coran is literally just Space Steve Irwin

Coran’s intimidation methods are #fierce

if that’s seriously how you used to wrangle yelmores then is it really any wonder why Alfor is dead

“like you, lance” an hour of adoring silence for this sibling relationship

how much you wanna bet Shiro is aware of everything around him and his only thought is “listen baby bro I already came back from death once why do you fear that I can’t do it again”

Keith yawns like a gay queen

I aspire the be the same level of zen as the recorder guy in the background

just remember that keith was and still is just as much of a showoff as Lance

Hunk’s expression when James says the only reason Keith is there is Shiro ‘james srsly are you trying to die”

“is that what mommy and daddy told you before-” MY MOMMA NEVER TOLD ME SHIT

there is exactly -.0002% chance of me ever getting over the gorgeous indigo color of Keith’s eyes they’re like tiny emo galaxies

consider: Homelle is such a wholesome hufflepuff ship

Lance Saves All Our Asses Again and It Goes Completely Unmentioned Afterwards Again: a novel by nobody because Lance gets as much recognition as a piece of bra lint

Pidgeot shaking a water drop off her head like a tiny woodland nerd sprite is my new reason for existing

my smol children just got smoler

Shiro looks like some kind of Gaydiana Jones on that hover thing

it’s probably just the anime eyes but it seriously looks like Little Keith is wearing eyeliner

shiro zooming off the cliff is like me trying outrun the overwhelming weight of existence

bby keith in the sunset is Hiro Hamada minus the tooth gap and personal healt- oh no wait that would be Shiro. shiro is baymax. floofy boi= marshmallow bun. WHERE DO THE CONSPIRACIES END.

honey you’re like twenty-two and a very bad liar

Admiral Sonda is just Sam Holt as a woman

literally the gayest gay breakup they could get away with. I applaud you

how dare they use the most underappreciated character as literal bait

ah, i see rescuers down under made an appearance in the timespace of a single frame

why do the yelmores sound like Chewie

the phonotonium bubbles are bringin back memories of the Newtcase scene

that moment when you realize what he means by “you can’t do this to me again” and you feel your will to live crumble into Satan’s coffee grounds

the way that Lance says “ready to charge up the lions?” reminds me so much of that time in Eureka when Zane was like “ready to smash some unstable atoms together at the speed of light?”

I can’t remember a single time that Lance looked happier or more excited about life in general that he does in the intro and... oh, look, there goes my heart. falling to the floor. shattering on the concrete. again. look at it go.

Coran honey they are standing right next to each other does it look like Cosmo is eating her

road trip humor

darling child do you honestly believe that this lion is going to let some random-ass person sit down and drive it

HE'S LONELYYYYYY

What the everloving fuck is wrong with the Altean alphabet

Hunk's selfies are so precious

"No. Nope. Nuh-uh. No way. Can't do this." BIG MOOD OKAY

ALLURA HAS FUCKING SUPER STRENGTH

yes thank you for that recap Lance we had not yet noticed the difficulty of our situation

"super dangerous it's perfect" yeah me too hon me too

will the little PEW PEW sounds ever cease to amuse me? the answer is no

Kosmo+Krolia is the ultimate kickass mom team

WAIT WHAT I THOUGHT THE PROBLEM WAS THAT THE JAWS WOULDN’T OPEN

guys come on have a little faith in him

I, too, sometimes narrate my life inside my head

Kosmo: oh I’m sorry I’ve been a wee bit BUSY DYING

so apparently Kaltinecker is just a generic name for space cows? I don’t like this

“who are you?” *Mushu voice, unfurls wings* “your worst nightmare”

Axca is just “whoop I kicked your ass mY bAd”

“Indeed I was, but now I am your savior.”

why is Ezor so lovable

“we’re going to have to use a more extreme approach” *pulls out silly string threateningly* “start talking”

Hunk looks so offended when they’re picking who to torture

Ezor would be perfect for one of those Garnier Fructis commercials where they pick stuff up with their hair

Can we talk about Lance and Pidge's sibling relationship? I think as much as they complain, they both really miss having that close kind of relationship. Pidge has Matt, of course, but he's not exactly open to talk anytime they want. This leaves Pidge and Lance to fall back on each other. Lance grew up in a big family, and probably also a very tight-knit one. So whether he realizes it or not, he depends on those kinds of connections, with stupid little arguments and support. I think that sibling connection is the one thing that really keeps them grounded when nothing else can.

Oh! And the other thing: This first occurred to me during the "DON'T YOU TOUCH HER" scene, because Lance is the first one to react protectively. Sure, the other's are protective of Pidge, but it's different for Lance because he reacts in such a 'big brother' sort of way. Again, Lance comes from a really big family, so playing the big brother role is second nature to him, and I love that it's such a huge part of his character to be protective.

*S&M plays every time Axca is onscreen*

Coran doing the Office Look

Coran: the lions are weak, we’ll end up right back here

Axca: then perish

I think the guard is already overwhelmed enough, what with having his quiznack handed to him by a couple of mice

Takashi honey does he look okay

why does Zethrid just sound like a guy trying and failing to do a girly voice

so apparently Axca has a type and that type is guys with ‘flippity hair’

Pidge’s smolness is a weapon in and of itself

when did Lance become the right-hand man I like this arrangement

“Can we just fight?” is the pg equivalent of “I’M GAY BITCH”

Ezor’s... head thing makes her look like Space Rapunzel

she was *Star Wars voice* seduced by the dark side of the force

do they seriously expect us to believe that there’s just an alien named Bob

‘intergalactic goofballs” is the most accurate description yet

“c’mere keith” WIVEL WIVEL WHIRL

“I... uhhh” is the most artist thing I have ever heard

do the creators just stuff cookies in their mouths and say random stuff to come up with alien words

WHY DIDN’T THEY GUESS KOSMO IS LOOKS MORE LIKE KOSMO THAN A LION

princess Lance is playing this game the right way don’t you yell at him

Keith’s voice when he says “windy cave?”

”the dumb one” bitch you’re the one who’s dead so who’s really the dumb one here

Bob please stop hurting my son his self-esteem is already fragile enough

Is he beautiful? Absolutely. Is he dumb? ABSOLUTELY NOT STOP HURTING HIM

One of these days Lance will straight up dab and on that day I will die of joy

Allura is literally picking up Hunk and I love it

now Allura’s asking the really big questions. I mean, what are any of us doing here. We’re just specks of dirt floating on the vast tissue of time

Pidge is trying so hard to look like she couldn’t care less and I’ve never related to anything more

She looks so smug whacking the camera

KEITH HAS OFFICIALLY ADOPTED SHIRO’S PROUD SPACE DAD FACE

Lance’s face when he’s talking about his little crush on Keith

CAN YOU TWO GET ANY GAYER

I just want Coran to get to earth and be Dumbledore in a play

I like the end music it’s so dancey and disco but not cringy

In the course of two seconds Coran goes from the Lorax to a ginger version of the guy from Ratatouille

KoSmO ThE dElIvErY wOlF

was that for real an alien dick joke

I like how both my gay sons have marks on their faces. Shiro has a scar, Keith has a Galra mark. What’s next? Lance with airbender tattoos? I hope not.

that is legit just a watermelon with tusks

oh Merlin no that’s even worse please go back to the watermelon

zippity zap your neck goes snap

don’t you love it when female characters literally glow with power? because I do

that was such an Avengers moment

Chat Noir would be proud of you, Hunk

Shiro is a savage

THE FACT THAT KEITH THOUGHT HE HAD TO EXPLAIN WHAT FLIGHT FORMATION EXERCISES ARE

the paladins adopting ‘quiznack’ into their casual cussing vocabulary is what I live for

if “something will come to kill us any minute now” is a good thing, you have severely low standards

oh yes lovely they’re having group hallucinations of space bats

OHHHHHHHHHHH YES BRING ON THE QUESTIONING OF EXISTENCE I NEED THIS ANGST

Hunk stubbornly refusing to sound off is so relatable like my stubbornness also drives all those around me slowly insane

HUNK IS LITERALLY SHOOTING A GIANT RAY OF SUNSHINE BECAUSE HE IS ACTUALLY A GIANT RAY OF SUNSHINE

Hunk being shocked by being shown any form of value and appreciation crushes my heart this boy needs to be loved

that enthusiastic “YEAH!” is what sleep deprived happiness sounds like

I like to imagine the voice actors practicing dramatic anime screaming while they drive to work and now I can’t breathe cuz I’m laughing too hard

WAIT WHAT I THOUGHT THE ENTIRE PROBLEM HERE WAS THAT THE LIONS WEREN’T CHARGED ENOUGH TO FORM VOLTRON

Keith and Lance’s bayards make giant magic wings that’s some serious soulmate shit right there

really you’re not gonna shoot it first to check if it’s real? after that whole space monster thing? you’re just gonna zoom toward it? hon c’mon

and of course the creators had to ask themselves “How can we best ruin this moment of joy? THE GALRA INVASION”

Colleen Holt is a force of nature and the living embodiment of “don’t fuck with me I’ve got the power of God and anime on my side”

Iverson: here’s what we know

Me: YOU FOOL YOU KNOW NOTHING

Sammy’s not having none of your shit so shut it before he tapes it

DO YOU SEE COLLEEN’S FACE I DON’T WANT LIFE ANYMORE

oh jeez they’re lined up by height that’s adorable

I like how this clearly takes place in a fairly distant future, but robots aren’t doing everything like people seem to think they would. The evident majority of labor is still done by people, like engineers and flight directors.

BITCH IT’LL BE YOUR WAR WHEN THE GALRA ARE ON YOUR DOORSTEP DO YOU REALLY WANNA WAIT UNITL THEN

I’VE ONLY HAD COLLEEN FOR LIKE TEN MINUTES BUT IF ANYTHING HAPPENED TO HER THIS SHOW WOULD BE DEAD TO ME

If they’d shown Keith’s recording it would’ve been like “Hey, it’s me. *with Kosmo sprawled across his lap, panting loudly. Lance is snickering quietly behind the camera* I don’t exactly, uh... have family on earth. But I’m Keith, the Garrison’s number one discipline problem. I wear the title proudly, but I still just wanted to... apologize, kind of, to pretty much every authority figure at the Garrison for making your life living hell. Yeah.”

“but everything changed when the Galra invaded”

does Kinkade ever speak? I kinda want him to be mute. A disabled fighter pilot would be the coolest thing

Veronica is such a badass

aw man he spoke

I can’t wait for when Krolia comes back to earth everyone’s gonna be like “oh fUCK A GALRA SHOOT IT DOWN” and then Keith walks out with his arms up like “HOLD IT THEY’RE WITH US” *Krolia steps out* “everybody say hi to my mom”

“Don’t miss” oh yeah I just thought I’d let them go this would be a great way to let Sandac know we’re here

THE SMALLEST PIDGEOT

oh my Merlin they have a dog

oh what a soft moment

what was with that dramatic look between Keith and Griffin? I mean I know this is Keith we’re talking about but there’s no way they held a grudge that long over a disagreement when they were... what? Eleven?

Allura is rocking that Garrison uniform

“Allura, you’re a genius!” yeah sweetie I know

OH MY MERLIN MY TWO ANGELS ARE HUGGING DO YOU SEE KEITH’S FACE

that’s going to electrocute him

HOLY QUIZNACK SHE HAD A BALMERA CRYSTAL ON HER FOREHEAD THE WHOLE TIME

Shiro’s hair floof looks less like a bird now and more like a dead bush

WHERE THE FUCK IS THIS ALLURALANCE COMING FROM THE STARS GAVE NO WARNING OF THIS I DO NOT ACCEPT

Veronica is officially one of my faves

Kaltinecker is just like “oh this is happening now”

SMUSH

I still can’t believe they got the particle barrier up in the first place

PLEASE TAKE NOTICE OF THE FACT THAT LANCE IS THE FIRST PERSON KEITH CALLS FOR

ohhhh look it’s launching somethings going good- wait never mind WHY ALWAYS THIS

Leifstoder is adorable

CAN YOU ANIMATE SOMETHING ELSE

Griffin has the voice of an angel

Shiro’s floating arm kind of ruins the dramatic hero effect of the doors opening into the light of battle

should the beams from the zyphorge canons be that pretty

I know Sendac is an ass and he deserves to die but I have to admire his dedication

NOW I’M FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEFALLIN

my major problem here is that, a) how is Shiro alive? he has no helmet, no oxygen tank. all the air should be sucked right out of his lungs. He should be dead, and b) NO HUMAN BEING CAN JUST BARREL THROUGH EARTH’S ATMOSPHERE UNPROTECTED LIKE THAT THE THERMOSPHERE IS LIKE 5OO KELVIN SHIRO SHOULD BE A CHARRED PILE OF BONES

we will remember this as the Battle of the Floating Arms

“Victory or de-” *Keith, falling fiercely from the sky* DEATH

aaaaaaaaaand the victory is short-lived

oh I missed this when is the last time they dedicated an entire episode to just fighting a giant-ass robot

KAWAII ANIME PLANCE

so what is this now? Dark matter? Dark quintessence?

Coran: but Voltron!

Shiro: bitch we are voltron

SoMeBoDy’S gOnNa DiEeE

is there anything I hate more than watching my children accept that they are about to die? My burning hatred for Severus Snape comes very close but no there is not

MATT HAS... I DUNNO WHAT IS THAT? A BOYFRIEND? A GIRLFRIEND? HE’S HOLDING SOMEBODY’S HAND AND HE LOOKS FABULOUS

how much you wanna bet that when Haggar disappeared she took over Lotor’s little Altean colony and now she’s using them for the robots

#voltron #s7 #reactions #it gets angstier every season #i forgot i made a list of my reactions #and then naturally when i found it again my first thought was #oh yah my three followers would love this #jk i actually have like fifteen followers #this has been fun #its been long and painful #but its been fun #because thats how logic works #right #kitty speaks

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sage-nebula · 7 years

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Jounouchi for 5 (and 35 if it's okay to ask another XD)

5.) Crying

Jounouchi hates crying, but what he hates even more is to see others crying.

Well, correction: He doesn’t mind seeing others crying if they’re assholes. If, for instance, it’s a night when his dad’s booze has made him more depressed than angry and he’s crying over the fact that Jounouchi’s mom walked on them, Jounouchi finds it hard to feel bad because, well, this is mostly his dad’s fault to begin with, so it’s not as if he has any right to really cry over what happened. Or if, for instance, the little punk-ass bitches that decided to jump him one night when he was on his way back home from working at the convenience mart started crying after he whooped their sorry asses, well, he’s not going to feel sorry for them, either, because again, they brought that ass beating on themselves. That was all on them. Not his fault they’ve got blood, tears, and snot smeared all over their faces. Maybe they shouldn’t have jumped him, then.

But when it comes to good people, Jounouchi doesn’t like to see them cry. Yeah, it sucks when he cries; he hates the way his nose gets all stuffed up before it runs, the way his eyes sting and make it hard to see, the way his lower lip wobbles like he’s five, and he can’t stop his voice from shaking. Crying sucks. But it sucks more when others cry, when good people cry. It always sucked more when Shizuka would cry when they were little, when Jounouchi had to watch her lower lip tremble and her eyes well with tears, and had to listen to her hiccuping as she curled up in a little ball so their dad wouldn’t overhear and get pissed. (Not that Jounouchi would ever let their dad hurt Shizuka—over his dead body, maybe—but that would always result in their dad kicking him around like a hackey sack, which would just make Shizuka cry more, and the whole thing was just one big mess.) It always sucked more when Yuugi cried, because he always had this look about him like he couldn’t even understand why whatever was happening was happening, like he was just too full of purity and goodness to be able to comprehend evil. And Jounouchi knows that’s not true—Yuugi has dealt with enough literal evil in his time to know and understand that it exists—but that’s how Yuugi always looks, anyway. When Yuugi cries, Jounouchi feels like half the world should soothing him, and the other half should be fucking up whatever made him cry in the first place. As far as Jounouchi’s concerned, he’s both. First he fucks up whoever or whatever made Yuugi cry, and then he wipes away Yuugi’s tears and makes him smile again. It’s not a bad job to have.

But all the same, it’s a job he shouldn’t have in the first place. Yuugi shouldn’t be made to cry in the first place, and neither should Shizuka, and neither should any other good person in the world. Laughter and smiles are always better than tears and heartache. And if Jounouchi can keep those he loves from crying those tears and feeling that heartache, then damn it, he’s going to. All things considered, he figures it’s the least he can do.

35.) Guilt

There are some things, Jounouchi thinks, that don’t deserve forgiveness. Abusing your kids, abandoning your kids, for instance, are things that he doesn’t think get forgiven. But there are other things, too, that he thinks are beyond forgiveness. Things like being the reason why your best friend was nearly lynched, or the reason why he was nearly drowned in the ocean and suffered a whole lot before that … those things, too, were also beyond forgiveness.

Yuugi thought he was being ridiculous. And logically, Jounouchi could see where he was coming from. Jounouchi hadn’t wanted those things to happen. He couldn’t control Hirutani (no one fucking could), so it wasn’t as if he could have prevented what Hirutani had done, even though he did manage to save Yuugi’s life before it was too late. And Malik was the one who had orchestrated what happened at the pier, even though … well, according to both Isis and Malik, and backed up by Atem, the fact that he had managed to buck the Rod’s control at all was unexplainable. None of them could understand how he did it. But Jounouchi still thought he should have done it sooner. He should have never associated with Hirutani in the first place. He should have … he should have … !

Guilt was a lot like hitting his head back against a wall. It accomplished very little, if anything, and instead of making him feel better, it just made him feel worse. But he deserved it, probably. Yuugi had almost died because of him, multple times, and if he had … if Yuugi had died …

He didn’t. And as far as Jounouchi was concerned, he wouldn’t. Jounouchi would make sure of it. He’d make sure to save Yuugi, each and every time, without fail.

But the fact that Yuugi had even been put into that situation before—the fact that Yuugi had been put in that situation because of Jounouchi before, was …

Well. That was just something Jounouchi couldn’t really forgive.

#headcanon meme #fic fix #(kind of anyway)#our intrepid Hero #yougavewotyugot #i won't apologize for all the profanity bc if YGO wasn't a kid accessible manga he would cuss like this #you know he would

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springlock-bonnie · 7 years

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Everyone leave Yukio alone.

....Just kidding, literally do the opposite. (see below)

Yukio’s always been going through shit, but the fandom tends to write him off as the “mean” character and leave it at that. Kato finally decides to drop the bass, and now we’ve collectively shifted over to “Yukio, what the fuck”, because now he’s being angry at characters other than me, now. This stupid (persuasive) essay’s gonna look at Yukio’s personality and troubles, a little deeper than “Yukio’s mean to Rin :(”. Also, I’m biased as fuck and have only good things to say about this boy. Let’s roll.

Let’s start from the beginning, what we all universally know about Yukio as a baby. Yukio started training to be an exorcist very fucking early. It’s partially due to schizophrenia, partially due to his desire to take (what’s that one meme right now) Direct Action to supposedly protect me from the outside world. His theory was basically if I’ve always been protecting him in the physical world, he had the upper hand in the… supernatural world? Sure, let’s call it that.

Yukio’s seven years old, deathly afraid of guns and loud noises, but continues along with dad to be the best fucking exorcist at an even younger age than Fujimoto, just for one little asshole that still throttles him on a regular basis. He wants to follow dad, because dad is literally the Paladin, and almost the first thing you learn is the True Cross Exorcist categories and stature. Yukio was lucky our dad was who he was, and took advantage of that.

Growing up, Yukio was only ever working. Think about it. Going to school like a good boy, doing his homework, constantly disappearing on exorcisms, and then doing that homework too. Because he’s so little, he has to be Great. He doesn’t have time to be The Little Boy Exorcist, he has to kick everyone’s ass (Shura included) so that they never think of him as too delicate or inferior. This is where when you guys go “he thinks he’s so important *eye roll*” I physically feel my toes catch on fire.

So his childhood was maturing too fast. Maturing too fast, no matter the reason, is never a good thing. It means something bad happened, or is happening. Yukio isn’t mature because he’s such a mentally healthy boy. The rod up his ass is there, but it’s caked with maturity way before his time (idk how to phrase that). Yukio was naturally very smart, but he was still a kid. But there’s no time to be afraid of butterflies. You have to follow dad, who everyone looks up to, including you. You need to be where dad is.

Dad is also… dad. You may not have seen much of Fujimoto, but from what you did see you can kind of see, he wasn’t very good at being “fatherly” because he never wanted/planned to be. Two baby demons were just sort of plopped in his arms. Bless his soul, but that man wasn’t what Yukio needed emotionally. Ever wonder why the poor boy misses a mother he never had? He knows mom equals soft. Mom equals comfort, affection, love… whatever you want to say, mom means something different from Fujimoto, in Yukio’s eyes.

Yukio clings to that because he lacks it. I’m not like that, dad wasn’t like that, and mom’s been dead since literally our birth. So forgive him for fantasizing about someone who’s maybe gentle with him, or stops and asks him genuinely how he’s doing. He’s feeling a lack of caring, whether he registers it or not. It’s not like he’s going to ask for it or anything, b-baka! We’ll come back to this in a few paragraphs.

Yukio needs to be the best. Not because he wants to be looked up to, not because he wants to feel superior, but because he’s always behind. Even ahead of everything, he needs to be the best at a constant. He’s working up the ranks, but he needs to be able to take on everything. Not only that, but meet everyone’s raising expectations. Yukio? The Yukio? Yukio Okumura? If they think he can shoot three hobgoblins dead in mid-flight, he has to be able to do that.

Yukio does not think he’s better. He thinks he needs to be better, and is willing to do whatever that takes. In fact, that sentence might as well be his motto. Now we’re at Yukio at 15, when dad dies. What does Yukio do immediately? Question dad on following him. “Dad, you just died, should I kill myself too?” Now, he’s lost. Now, dad isn’t his superior, he has to impress people on his own and make it on his own.

I’m not denying we had troubles. He blamed me for dad, I was fucking livid he lied to me for half our life. But he’s human. Ish. He’s a baby, and where we see his early maturity, we have to understand he literally mentally age regresses. Those little scenes in the anime with him suddenly crying as a child because he’s scared? How it’s in that blank room, and is usually directed somehow to dad? That’s his coping mechanism that he’s alone as an adult now, at 15. He has to be.

Everything he is doing, he is doing for me. Remember that. Remember that’s his sole purpose to being an exorcist, and the only reason he yells and hits and is a total ass. It’s because he can’t show weakness, not to anyone. Because if he’s even gentle to one person, everyone’s going to hear about it. Don’t break down, don’t break down. Keep your chin high and be the fucking best. Don’t slip up. Don’t make mistakes.

Remember when you were 15? You might be that age or younger right now, but someday you’ll realize 15 is very young. Dude, I’m 18, and 16 y/os give me a headache. Yukio is young. He’s not even close to hormone maturity, and he’s scared shitless, all the time. But he’s a prodigy, so at 15, he has to act 25. That’s what he’s doing.

Yukio puts others needs in front of his own. He always does, even if it comes off as “mean”. Alright yeah, I do joke about how in the movie he was like “exorcists don’t save people, we kill demons”. WhOoP dE dOo I jUsT LoVe ShOoTiNg a GoOd DeMoN nOw AnD aGaIn. What are we, the republican presidential candidate? But look at all he does. The only times you have to argue are in Kyoto, when he was like, “shit, I guess the Vatican’s going to kill my brother.” But are you really going to hold it against him? He’s not going to argue with the higher ups, and get himself killed, who is arguably the best chance they have at actually getting me out of there. Off what y’all have seen, I happen to know he’s argued mercilessly with them. So basically, when they said death to Rin, they were done with him arguing already and he wouldn’t be of help.

In example of selflessness, Shura’s little arc. It’s a terrible example, but Yukio wasn’t there to kill Hachiro. He was there to assist Shura. I mean, Tiny Boy was like “hey I’m legal I’ll give u a baby so u can be reborn” even though he didn’t want to. Then, he concocted that stupid plan of tricking Serpent Man just to 100% get Shura out of her contract for good. But you know, Yukio’s mean and thinks he’s most important.

Yukio desperately needs something like what he’s searching out for in the recent chapters. Look at how he pried around for mom, and then continued to. Look at how he reacted with Sheimi. He’s trying to reach out, but what’s that Marina and The Diamonds “Numb” quote? “I can’t open up and cry, because I’ve been silent all my life?” That’s my boy. He probably doesn’t even know how, anymore.

Yukio had the potential to grow up really soft and sensual, but lost that ability with his desire to protect. So now, we’ve got this outer shell we see, which is cold and stiff and doesn’t show a lot of emotion. It isn’t because he’s mean. I see a lot of jokes about Yukio not wanting to open up about his feelings. You’re very right, but the joke part of it is where you’re still on the wrong idea.

Right now, Yukio’s going through demon bullshit. Demon bullshit means even more intense emotions he’s not even used to showing in the first place. You know how he’s aggressive, attacks, and then suddenly turns around and apologizes? That apology is genuine. He doesn’t even know what’s going on with him. It’s scaring him, too. I’m not saying his actions are justified. I’m not defending the fact he’s threatened and hurt people.

AND HEY HOW ABOUT THAT CHAPTER 93. That suicide isn’t just, oh look at me, I might as well. And it isn’t a sudden thought. (Side effects may include) suicidal thoughts or actions aren’t spontaneous and not thought out. Yukio wasn’t like, hey turns out True Cross sucks, time to bippity bop the fuck right out. As far as canon material goes, Yukio’s considered death since dad died. But is it really that crazy of a stretch to deny that? Yukio’s never been mentally stable.

I think my main beef is the fact sometimes even folks who see all this, don’t care. “Yeah but he’s reacting inappropriately”. Ah yes, sorry Oliver, I’m sure you would behave so much better in that situation. It’s easy to demonize (Heheh) a character and forget everything human about them. Yukio is very easy with that. It’s so, so easy to look at his “mean”-ness and go “man that kids an asshole, fuck him”. I did it too. But you have to remember he is (part) human, and he has emotions.

And if you want to argue I’m looking too deep, go ahead. But Kato’s stories are the most beautiful things to analyze and I know for a fact she’s not just shitting out some asshole character with no other redeeming qualities. She’s too respectful of every single one of her characters for that. Especially not in comparison to Astronerd, where Yukio stems from. Let’s talk about that for a sec, shall we?

Astronerd, in short, is a story about a boy named Yoshio Fujiko who loves astronomy. But he’s finally decided he’s done with that, and doesn’t want to be viewed as a freak anymore. He briefly talks about his bullying with it. He talks about his crush, Tezuka. He discovers she likes astronomy, too! But it’s okay that she does, “because she’s cute.”

Aliens suddenly come down to destroy earth, and tell Yoshio he’s the subject they’re going to cryogenically freeze to set as an example to other planets to never be like earth. He asks why was he born (*cough*), and they joke and say if someone figured that out they’d get a medal and the aliens would put on a display of fireworks instead of blowing the world up. “But, an inferior life form like you has no chance!”

Yoshio’s about to sign, when he gets a text from Tezuka (who he was mean to), still believing in him! So he gets on his little scooter and races to the school to apologize. Suddenly, there’s a huge crater. Yoshio’s tired, and the aliens are like “what the fuck! You’re killing yourself over an apology?” and he goes “no, it’s not the apology anymore.”

And, my favorite fuckin quote via my mom ever,

“I really was a fool… and fools don’t change unless they die!”

ANYWAY HE FUCKING MAKES IT (Kato told a mildly happy story?!) LIKE SOME E.T. BULLSHIT (and then determines life is too precious) apologizes to Tezuka, and admits he’s an astronerd! He then realizes he was born for realizing that, at that moment. And the aliens are like “shit! Fuck! He’s right! We gotta keep our promise…!”

If I was to go deeper into the summary, you’d see that Yoshio in a sense is a very watered down Yukio as far as things go. He suddenly thinks his life his hopeless, but upon almost dying, he gets a second chance, and ends up literally saving the world and discovering who he is. I’m not saying aliens are going to descend from the heavens and tell Yukio he’s actually an angel (it’s implied), but I think Kato’s planning on… basically explaining that Yukio figures himself out, and it betters him as a person (go Kato, go!)

In conclusion, Yukio is a complicated perfect boy (perfect boy) who needs (and deserves) lots of attention and affection whether he thinks he wants it or not. He’s stiff and mature because he needs to be, and he does everything he does for a selfless reason. He doesn’t want to be the best exorcist to fuck with people. You just gotta remember his original reason.

JESUS FUCK THANKS FOR READING

#blehxorcist #yuckio

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knightofbalance-13 · 7 years

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http://kaedeichinose.tumblr.com/post/155455868286/everything-in-rwby-is-controlled-by-men-either

... @mageknight14 , You didn’t mix in my secret stash did you?

Everything in RWBY is controlled by men, either actively or passively, and here’s a huge bullet point list elaborating on how shitty the agency of female characters is in a show billed as female driven with “””strong””” female characters.

As we will see, they actually don’t and this person is just complaining without focus.

And again: just because you have a strong female cast doesn’t mean you have to ignore the male cast. In fact: RWBY is unique in that it has an equally strong male cast, making a TRUE progressive show...and sadly, RWBY is not SUPPOSE to be progressive so that's pathetic.

It’s mostly for my benefit because I’ve been stewing on this shit for a while now but I’ll post it in the rwde tag in case anyone else wants to fully absorb this train wreck but mostly it boils down to: let the women lead their own lives

Ah huh, see here’s the thing: the gusy are just as heavily defined by the woman as vice versa. You’ll latter down the line:

Ruby: No female role models outside of her sister, but the farthest Yang’s seemed to have influenced her life is being a replacement mom which is icky and all of her skills come from her male mentor(s) or just straight magic

Being motherly is “icky?” Lady, I once saw a mother character whoop superhuman ass by sowing a rotting touch girl into concrete, cut through human-sized vines with garden trimmers and once tackled a giant with a chainsaw all to protect her kid. That kid happen to be her son and looked up to and loved his mother very much to the point 90% of his personality seems to come from her.

Not to mention her father Taiyang is completely defined by his children and losing his lovers, characters in their own right independent from him, and he only really interacts with his kids. His defining character trait is that he is the main character’s father. Next.

Weiss: Mom’s not even lucid, no other females in her life sans winter who still acts cold and distant despite the shared life experiences, Weiss is pushed around and treated like “women should be seen, not heard” manner not only by her father but by most people around her which is weird as remnant is “all inclusive” so that ideology shouldnt even exist

“All inclusive” implies Fanaus too dumbass. And even OUR society has shit like this so don’t go blaming Remannt for that.

Also: Jacques and Whitely are clearly treated as Villians in that regard and that they are massively wrong and while WInter is distant somewhat, she has been the only person to give Weiss solid advice and is Weiss’ goal for Volume 5. So that doesn’t work.

And again, we have a male too: Whitely has no personality outside of hating his sister and being a little bitch and is just an obstacle for Weiss to overcome. He has no agency of his own unlike Weiss who does.

Blake: Her mom’s kind but ultimately all her skills and passion come from the influence of her male ex-partner. Kali doesn’t even seem to be as high up in the chain as Ghira and even now most of Blake’s reconciliation seems to be happening with her dad

Okay...and? SO Blake takes after her dad: so what? Ghira and Kali are used as a parallel to Blake and Sun clearly seeing as Kali acts more like Sun than Blake so it’s obviously a counterpart thing.

Again, we have Sun who has no character outside of Blake, is completely debouted to her for no reason, has put up with a lot of crap from her and revolves entirely around her. If he were a girl it would be so offensive to you. But it’s a guy so no problem here!

Yang: Again, no female role models. Seems to have been forced to take over parenting once Tai Yang shut down for an nondescript period of time. Current season is implying her skills came from her father mentoring her.

Again: What’s the problem with Taiyang mentoring her? She matched Taiyang hand to hand and the guy’s a freaking full fledged Huntsman: She’s being empowered by being a better fighter than her dad.

And isn’t Yang pulling herself together while her full grown father couldn’t a sigh of strength? If that isn’t strong Idon’t know what is.

The entirety of JNPR: Nora and Pyrrha scarcely even fucking talk to each other or any other female characters, neither of them have any women in their life nor does Ren. Jaune’s big family honor passed from his grand father to his dad to him, mother and sisters mentioned in passing to justify Jaune doing something “””girly”””. I’m not even going to fucking touch on Pyrrha’s existance being entirely tied to Jaune because you’ve probably heard that a million times already.

1. Gender bender: it’s more that the chaarcetrs representing guys (Nora and Pyrrha) are connected to the gril representatives (Jaune and Ren.)

2. It was never passed down to Jaune: he took it for himself. Not to mention Jaune himself was entirely reliant on Pyrrha and Ruby for character development meaning he’s just as dependant as you say Pyrrha is. In afct the instant Pyrrha dies, Jaune becomes a supporting character to Ruby. He literally drops down a peg.

3. Pyrrha’s a mentor character who is entirely reliant on her underling for support, cares very much about him and is killed for his skae? Gee, you just described KAMINA, the manly man of TTGL. In fact, Pyrrha is a stronger character than Kamina seeing as she has her own strength, gets screentiem outside of Jaune and has an arc to herself all unlike Kamina. And Kamina himself was based off a female (Kazumi Amano), was replaced by a female (Nia Tepplin) and is succeded by a female (Mako Makanchou) so the male gender is the one being trampled on here.

Emerald and cinder and cinder and salem are the only fucking female-female role model/mentor relationships in the fucking show and theyre all main antagonists and the villain club still managed to be a sausage fest

Yeah! ... And Weiss and Winter ... And Jaune would be worthless without Pyrrha...and Nora saved Ren’s like twice and taught him to calm the fuck down...And Ruby;s strength is always attributed to her mother...And Gynda’s a teacher so she HAD to have mentored them...

Also: That’s two mentors in the series. Can we get the male and male mentors....There’s only one?....Mercury and his abusive dad...who he killed...and hates...Yep.

Cinder: Accomplished her goal (kind of) but got punished for it (granted shes the villain) but the punishment was muting and crippling the single most powerful woman in the show to date sans Salem

Ozpin: Strongest Guy in the show: Gets his ass handed to him by Cinder in such a manner that she was barely affected.

Salem: [disney villain laughing.mp4]

Ozpin: [Dumbledore getting his ass handed to him by Heromine.jpg]

Emerald: she idolizes cinder but the relationship is demonstrably unhealthy, the only real female-female mentor relationship on the show and its an unhealthy one between two villains

Weiss and Winter, Yang and Ruby, Glynda and Pyrrha + every female student...

Glynda: went from being Ozpin’s right hand to literally inconsequential, the men are off saving the world and protecting ozpin’s vision and she’s literally been left to clean all on her own. Pick up a hammer and nails, port and oobleck you lazy fucks

Port: “We all need some rest”

Implying they’re helping Glynda with Glynda being the spearhead.

Penny: both creators and trainers/parents are male (unfortunately not i nthat way), she was on her way to having a good relationship with ruby only shes fucking dead to further the plot so dang i guess

That’s baised againt heterosexuals.

And she’s also the strongest non-grownup in the show, far outclassing Sun who is the strongest teen male.

The maidens: despite being the most powerful women in the fucking world (supposedly) theyre controlled and monitored and protected by a group largely consisting of men and are being successfully hunted down by another group largely consisting of men, not to mention their powers are jokes (i mean amber got taken down by two malnourished kids and cinder like what) and their one weakness is the silver eye power, which seems to be a gender neutral power

Likely so no one in the group can be temted to take the power for themselves.

Amber was said to be cocky and inexperienced Vs. three experienced fighters. Also once Cinder got the power, she curbstomped the strngest male in the show, canonically killing him.

Kali: easily best mom but seems pretty hands off in blake’s life, also notable that while her husband is an ex-WF leader and goes to meetings she just kind of sat there smiling while her husband went to do the leader junk

She also forced Blake to confront her father about leaving, called Blake out for not talking about Team RWBY and is the female counterpart to Sun, who is even less active.

Ms.Schnee: doesnt even have a FUCKING NAME despite the fact that SHE’S THE SCHNEE. mostly feels like an after thought in weiss’ narrative, shit mom

Neither does Pyrrha’s dad and he’s not evenmentioned.

Also: It’s called focusing on what is needed. And can you blame here? here husband and son are complete jackasses.

Summer: Despite being a huge influence on multiple characters the most we know of this legendary warrior is that she was a good mom and a good wife. thats it

Sis said to be a powerful Huntsman from yang and has Taiyanga and Qrow wrapped around her dead finger. Also, she raised a child that wasn’t ehrs with such love and kindness Yang didn’t even know they weren’t related. Again, THAT is strength. She’s also the reason why Ruby is so strong so she’s the source of power for the main character.

Neon: unnecessary stereotypical cattiness but maybe thats just me being annoyed she called yang fat despite them having the same body type

Based off Nyan Cat, meme meant to annoy and is intergral to the team stardgey with her partner Flynt.

Not a single world leader we’ve been introduced to has been female (unless you count salem but, again, the main antagonist). No female head masters, no females in politics, no female WF leaders (kali could potentially be one but that hasnt been implied)

The world leaders are either misguided at best (Ozpin) of fucking cowards at worst (Leo) and the only WF leader we’ve seen is the racist, geocidal son of a bitch Adam so they are actually higher up than the guys.

the gods are literally just a gender flipped version of luna and celestia despite the fact theyre magic gods who dont even need gender fuck off

... I have no idea what they are saying: the brother’s are a representation of creation and destruction: simple as that.

Meanwhile: Male characters are eiteh entirely reliant on females for power and/or development (Taiyang, Jaune, Ren), are treated as assholes who aren’t even true villains (Jacques Schnee, Whitely Schnee, Adam Tauras), serve under women who show favor to women (Tyrian, Watts, Hazel, Torchwick), act as people who can only help women (Port and oobleck) ect.

Ruby is still self driven and considered better than Jaune.

Weiss is treated as the one good person ina family of shit head males/

Blake is treated as right whereas her male counterpart is treazted as wrong.

Yang is treated as stronger tan her father, a full fledged Hunstamn.

Nora restraisn Ren and has the far more standout personality that can work on it’s own.

Pyrrha is the reason behind Jaune’s development.

ect.

Both genders rely on each other: Strength in unity. Theme of the show. Not everything is fucking sexist.

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TV Tropes for Malcolm Cortez

I gathered up some TV Tropes that I think fit Malcolm, both his general canon self and what I've expanded on with my version. For some reason, I can't find a trope centered around idolization/idealization of one's father, or of carrying on his legacy, but I feel like those definitely ARE tropes, and ones that most certainly apply to him!

Accuser of the Brethren/ Reformed But Rejected: Will not accept the zombies even when they have overcome their hunger

Bad Future/After the End: His world is several decades ahead of 616, and is the aftermath of a zombie apocalypse.

Berserk Button: When the zombies think that they can just live with the New Wakandans now that they have "overcome" their hunger, it sets Malcolm into a vengeful frenzy. Understandable when one considers not only what they did to Earth and the rest of the universe, but that he had just witnessed one of his friends being devoured.

But What About the Astronauts?: The Acolytes (plus Forge and Black Panther, the latter who Fabian rescued from Earth) survived the zombie apocalypse by hiding out in space on Asteroid M, which the zombies didn't know about

Bullying A Dragon/Too Dumb To Live: Is very open about hating the zombies to their faces, demanding they pay for their crimes, wanting to take them all on in a fight on the spot, etc, despite the fact it's all of them against him and they include the likes of Wolverine, Dark Phoenix, and Giant Man...who also have the power cosmic from eating Galactacus. It's amazing he lives through this; in fact, he probably wouldn't have if not for the fact that's when Zombie Hulk burst in and they all had to team up against him.

Chronic Backstabbing Disorder: Has Black Panther's son killed. Tries to have Black Panther Killed. Lures the "good" zombies, including Black Panther, into the room with a machine which takes them to another dimension, getting rid of them forever. And beats Forge (possibly to death) when Forge discovers this and wants to bring them back.

Disappeared Dad/Missing Mom: Neither of his parents ever appears. Fabian is implied to be dead (he is referred to only in the past tense) and his mother is never mentioned at all.

Disaster Scavenger: The village of New Wakanda is built on the outskirts of what was once NYC, and I headcanon they take a lot of items from what they now only call "the city"

Enemy Mine/Teeth-Clenched Teamwork: Forge knows Malcolm is the one who tried to kill T'challa and doesn't like him for it. And Malcolm REALLY doesn't like the zombies, even the "tame" ones. But in the face of the very much NOT tamed zombie Hulk, they all agree to work together for the sake of saving New Wakanda.

Expendable Alternate Universe: Malcolm used a machine to send the zombies to another dimension with the statement "they're somebody else's problem now" and clearly didn't have any concerns about them wiping out any inhabitants there the same way they did his world. I likewise play him as unconcerned about the welfare of other worlds he visits and the people therein; only HIS dimension and HIS people matter to him.

Everyone Is A Super: Since 11 of the 12 original survivors were mutants, I headcanon that most of their children and grandchildren would be as well, making New Wakanda a mutant-majority population

Evil Redhead: Exactly what it says

Evil Is Bigger: Like his father, Malcolm is 6'5 and extremely beefy/muscular in build

Even Evil has Loved Ones: Idolizes his father and is sincerely invested in protecting his people

Even Evil Has Standards/Wouldn't Hurt A Child: He states that he won't kill T'challa's grandson until the boy is older. Since there's no reason for him to wait (and in fact, it would be more beneficial to him to do it sooner rather than later) I can only conclude that Malcolm has something against killing children. He likewise had plans to hurt Forge, even though Forge openly opposed his reign and said to Malcolm's face that he knew he was responsible for the assassination attempt on T'challa. The only reason he ended up opening a can of whoop-ass on the old man was when Forge discovered he'd sent the zombies to another dimension and wanted to bring them back. So even though Forge was a threat to Malcolm's leadership, Malcolm was apparently going to spare him...until Forge became (in Malcolm's eyes) a threat to New Wakanda by wanting to bring back the zombies. Also, he's outraged beyond belief at the zombie's crimes.

Is It Something You Eat?: Probably has this reaction at least a few times to things he's unfamiliar with in worlds besides his own

Hypocrite: He's outraged that the zombies wiped out almost all life in the universe, and demands they pay for their crimes. However, Malcolm is a murderer too, and he didn't do it out of compulsive hunger like the zombies did, but by choice because he wanted to be king. Malcolm, of course, sees it differently In his eyes, there's no comparison, because his crimes were (comparatively) small and done for a reason, whereas the zombies pointlessly committed mass murder on a literally universal scale.

Generation Xerox/Overlord Jr/In the Blood/Lineage Comes From the Father: An unusual example in that while he is much like Fabian Cortez, it's the villainous 616 Fabian that he's similiar to (minus the sexism and with some additional bravery/genuine care for his people) rather than the Fabian of his own universe who actually fathered him (who was a much better man)

Fantastic Racism: What little fandom knows of him tends to treat his hatred of zombies as a form of bigotry, rather than, y'know, COMMON SENSE

Fish Out of Water/Trapped In Another World: He comes from the Marvel Zombies universe, in which all of humanity except 12 survivors were wiped out by the titular zombies, and thus grew up in a very different world...and I write him as having come to whatever universe my partner is in (616, XMCU, etc.) by use of a machine shown in his canon story that was capable of transporting people between dimensions. Obviously, he's in for a bit of a culture shock.

Fish Out of Temporal Water: Sort of. While his Earth is several decades ahead of 616, their technology level is now much more primitive (aside from scraps of extremely advanced technology taken from the Stark and Reed labs, as well as their Asteroid M base) making him function in a "normal" world much like someone from the distant past would in terms of being unfamiliar with things like electric lights, indoor plumbing, etc. On the flip side, he's extremely adept with futuristic technology even though he can't figure out a cell phone.

Gadgeteer Genius: Shown to be able to figure out extremely complicated, futuristic machines left behind by the likes of Reed Richards, namely the interdimensional transporter.

Karma Houdini: Despite being the villain of the story, he not only never gets an comeuppance, he wins. And with no loss to himself at that!

Jerkass Has A Point/Hypocrite Has a Point/Villain Has A Point: His reasons for not liking or trusting the zombies are completely rational ones

Large And In Charge: As mentioned in Evil is Bigger, Malcolm is a HUGE dude. He's also the leader of rebel "Acolytes" in New Wakanda, and, at the end, all of New Wakanda

Living Is More Than Surviving - Said more or less exactly this in his speech to his followers

Limited Wardrobe: Spends the entire story just wearing his father's old Acolytes uniform. I headcanon him as having more clothes though.

Men Are The Expendable Gender: For functional/biological reasons than cultural sexism, I headcanon Malcolm is a "women and children first" kind of guy. 1 male and 10 females can produce 10 times the offspring, after all, so it's more conducive to the survival of their very small and fragile society to protect women over men if it comes down to that. That said, he still Would Hit A Girl in a fight or if otherwise given reason.

Only Sane Man: He's the only character shown to make any objection to the zombies being allowed to live with the New Wakandans now that they have overcome their hunger, despite the fact that it only takes one bite of flesh for it to reawaken and that it'd be pretty much impossible to stop them from devouring everyone if they relapsed.

Reduced to Ratburgers: Well, there's no more livestock, and the village is built next to New York City...

Rebel Leader: Sees himself as this

Revenge Before Reason: Averted, he's willing to put his hatred for the zombies, and animosity with Forge, aside for as long as it takes to ensure the safety of New Wakanda

Ruins of the Modern Age: The village of New Wakanda is in the wilderness surrounding the outskirts of New York City, which has fallen into disrepair from 45 years of abandonment.

The Usurper: Attempted to be this to Black Panther, and ultimately succeeds at the end

The Bad Guy Wins: The story ends with Malcolm triumphing and achieving all his goals without any loss to himself; he gets rid of the zombies and Black Panther in one go, leaving him able to take over New Wakanda for himself, and probably to an even more welcoming populace than before since he's now likely a hero for helping fight the zombies.

The Apocalypse Brings Out the Best in People: Malcolm isn't an example of this, but Fabian possibly is. This universe's Fabian proves to be a much better person than every other version has been, but it's impossible to say if this is just how he was to begin with in this universe or it's a result of this trope.

Significant Green-Eyed Redhead: A redhead with green eyes who is a major character in his story of appearance

Species Loyalty: Understandable, when your species in limited to a single village and the only other species is the cannibalistic undead who reduced them to such a tiny number in the first place. However, his Species Loyalty is not to the point that he practices Ape Shall Never Kill Ape, as shown by his having T'challa and T'challa's son both murdered, and his plans to do the same to T'challa's grandson.

Sociopathic Hero: He's framed as the villain of the story, but I think it could be argued he's ultimately one of these instead. His methods are villainous, but ultimately done to ensure the safety of New Wakanda, which he succeeds in, getting rid of the zombies once and for all. Honestly, if not for the whole 'tried to kill Black Panther so *he* could become leader' I'd straight-up say he was definitely the hero, not just arguably.

The Resenter: I get the impression that part of his reason for wanting to overthrow Black Panther is his belief that Fabian should have ruled instead of him in the first place

Rabble Rouser: He's first shown in canon inciting his followers against Black Panther with a speech, resulting in one of them trying (and technically succeeding) in assassinating him on Malcolm's orders

Uncanny Valley: Canonically, he finds it very unnerving when one of his own murder victims is walking around and talking. In my headcanon, people from "normal" worlds (616, XMCU, etc.) also look kinda weird to him because we're all just too clean, what with our access to things like daily showers and laundry machines.

Unintentionally Sympathetic: He's meant to be the despicable bad guy of the story, and when it comes to what he did to T'challa and his son, I agree full stop. But I can't get behind the idea he's totally wrong in his objections to not wanting the zombies who tried to devour his village just hours ago now being allowed to live there just because they figured out a way to not be hungry anymore...especially when it's known that a relapse is possible. I can't tell if the story/writers mean for him to be totally unsympathetic, but I've found that what fans do know of him consider him totally awful for this, to the point he's been compared to a virulent racist in some reviews.

Your Terrorists Are Our Freedom Fighters: Malcolm and his crew see themselves as dismantling a useless and outdated regime for the betterment of everyone, whereas King T'challa and his confidants see them as dangerous fools and misguided children who are a threat to the very society they claim to want to improve.

Well-Intentioned Extremist: Wants what's best for his people. Believes the Black Panther is no longer an adequate ruler. Solution? Assassinate Black Panther.

Who Needs Enemies?: Malcolm, who allies with T'challa, Forge, and the "good" zombies, only to betray them all as soon as he has the chance and the greater threat of the "bad" zombies has been vanquished. Same for the "good" zombies, whose hunger is only overcome so long as they never have another bite of human flesh...lest they instantly and violently relapse into their hunger. Clearly, neither are folks you really want at your side unless there's no other choice.

Zero Percent Approval Rating: Forge thinks this is the case with Malcolm, claiming he doubts anyone would follow him for more than a couple of months if he actually did become leader of the village. That said, it's only Forge's opinion, and he's clearly loyal to King T'challa while disliking Malcolm, so he's hardly unbiased. We also see that Malcolm has a considerable number of supporters among his peers, including ones ready to kill King T'challa for him.

Zombie Apocalypse: I don't need to explain this one, right?

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