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jaeminmp4 · 3 months

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what if we read manga together, then what? (m.lee)

synopsis - you have a love for reading mangas, and you made it your goal to visit your town’s local bookstore to relax after a grueling finals week and to check out the new bungo stray dogs manga that was just put on sale. however, you didn’t think that having a tower display of mangas falling onto you would lead you into having a friendship with the nerdiest (and cutest) boy ever. member - mark lee x fem!reader word count - 3.1k warnings - just some cursing, SOME my hero academia slander but it's not bad i promise!!! genre - college au, fluff, humor, strangers to friends to lovers authors note - wow casually dropping my first written scenario here hehe and it's for your favorite canadian boy, mark lee!! idk i was watching and consuming mark lee content like my life depended on it and it lead to this,, uh monstrosity of a fic, it isn't my best work, but i wanted to put out something before i start procrastinating, hope you somewhat enjoy it at least :D

You definitely weren’t the clumsiest person on the planet, and you knew this for a fact after witnessing your friend Minjeong trip over her own feet and spill the contents of her lunch tray all over the floor. Then when she attempted to get up from the ground, her foot had stepped right onto the apple sauce left on the ground, then she tumbled over again, this time almost hitting her perfect face right onto the tiled floors of the cafeteria. At the time you were too busy laughing at her demise to be of any help. You guessed karma came back to bite you in the ass. Stupid karma.

You had just finished your last exam of the semester and all you wanted to do was rot in your dorm room and sleep until the RA’s kicked you out to go home for break. You, however, didn’t do any rotting or any sleeping. For weeks you had been eyeing up the small bookstore near campus because you knew for a fact that they had just put up a sale for the new volumes of Bungo Stray Dogs and you couldn’t pass up the opportunity to see your beloved Chuuya Nakahara. You’d do anything for that red-headed son of a bitch. Which means sacrificing the rest you so desperately needed. You could sleep anytime you wanted now that it was break, but that sale was going to go soon (and you were a broke college student so you couldn’t let this opportunity go to waste), so you needed to get into that bookstore ASAP. You knew that they were closing at 6 pm. But by the time you got back to your dorm room to change it was 4:30 pm and it was a good twenty-minute walk.

You came barreling through the door of your dorm room scaring the life out of your roommate in the process. You were throwing stuff around the room looking for more comfortable clothes to change into, and to find that stupid discount coupon your literary professor gave your entire class months ago to buy books that would “enrich your mind”. You had scoffed when he turned around after giving you the coupon, stuffing that damned paper into a random pocket of your bag. Now that you needed that coupon it was nowhere to be found. Now, you could go without the coupon but you only had like 25 bucks to your name, and you needed to take what you could get. You were about to give up on your search because you were running out of precious time, that is until your roommate, Yoo Jimin, or Karina as she liked to be called, waltzed up to you with a very familiar paper in between her pointer and middle finger. Your eyes lit up, your hands moving to grab the coupon from her. But Karina snatched it back so fast before you even had the chance to blink. “Hey! Do you even need that coupon? Last I checked the last book you read was your physics textbook but you turned to the first page before nearly bursting out into tears.”, you whined. Karina gives you a dirty look as a warning to shut the hell up, which you do knowing she’s the only one with a coupon.

“I’ll give you the coupon if you get me a volume of Jujutsu Kaisen.”, she bargained. You give her an incredulous stare, “That’s all you wanted? Okay, that’s fine Rina, but please give me the coupon they’re gonna close in like an hour and won’t be open till Monday, and I need to read something other than a lab report or I’m going to go insane.”, you stressed. Satisfied with your answer and her plan to make you do something for her, she hands you the coupon and blows you a teasing kiss before walking over to her side of the room and plopping onto her bed. Rolling your eyes you scramble to gather the rest of your belongings before running out of your dorm room, the door slamming, giving your conniving roommate her second scare of the day.

That’s what brings us to present time and your current predicament. You had to run like three blocks to get to the tiny bookstore in your university’s town. It was nestled in between a cafe (which is quite convenient) and an arcade. You stood in front of the building wheezing your lungs out, you attempted to catch your breath so you looked less like a crazed person who was struggling to breathe and more like a normal person getting ready to purchase books. When you entered you had a good forty or so minutes to grab the two volumes, pay, and get out. What could go wrong?

There were very few people left in the bookstore, only about one or two people that were still perusing the many aisles of books. You knew exactly where the volumes you wanted were located. Gripping the coupon in your hand tighter you walked towards the manga section of the bookstore. This section was by far the smallest section of the entire store and the only place they kept the manga, for obvious reasons.

You had only taken one step into the section when the strap of your bag decided that latching onto the manga tower was a good idea. Thus bringing the entire display down onto your unsuspecting form.

You first felt a spike of pain on your backside, and it hurt like a bitch. You looked behind you to catch a glimpse of the cause of the pain and noticed it was that display of My Hero Academia volumes you saw placed right at the entrance of the aisle. Of course, it had to be that god-forsaken manga Chenle and Jisung were talking your ear off about all the time. But like god damn, what were these books made of? You had landed on the ground on your knees in the most ungraceful way possible, and you knew for a fact that you probably had a bad case of carpet burn on your knees. It didn’t help that you looked like an idiot, and it also didn’t help that you were quickly garnering the attention of the other customers in this tiny ass bookstore. Of course, you’d humiliate yourself right when they get a sudden influx of customers.

You felt your face turn hot in humiliation, and you moved to try to get up to attempt to save yourself from this embarrassment. However, the damn display wasn’t done with you yet and didn’t want to budge. Why was this display all of sudden so heavy? You turn your attention to the people walking over to check out the commotion you created. However, none jumped to your aid. You sighed in disbelief and were about to attempt to get up by yourself again. Before you could, you felt the relief of the heavy display being lifted off of you and you swear to god you could hear the angels ascending down to Earth and singing to you. You turned to look at your savior and you came face to face with the cutest stranger kneeling next to you, his facial expression showing deep concern. He was saying something to you but you were too busy gaping at him like a fish out of water.

He puts one of his hands on your shoulder finally snapping you out of your dazed stupor. The cute stranger’s face had contorted to one of panic, “Did you hit your head too? Do you have a concussion?” You frantically start waving your hands out, shaking your head no, “N-No, I’m fine! Perfectly fine, peachy actually.” you say, your voice cracking by the end of your sentence. The boy next to you doesn’t look convinced but he nods anyway and he lets out a small laugh at the oddity of all of this. You laugh too, one because his laugh is infectious and you couldn’t help but laugh along, and two, you thought it was stupid to think this, but you couldn’t help it, all that was going through your mind was, you didn’t know who to thank for giving you the chance to meet this cute stranger, your incessant love for Chuuya Nakahara or Deku’s silly superhero gang.

Turns out that cute stranger’s name was Mark Lee, an employee of that bookstore. A cute name for a cute human, you had thought. After the whole fiasco, you had gotten an ice pack from him and assurance that he’d be the one to clean up the display you destroyed. You sheepishly told him you didn’t mind cleaning it up yourself since it technically was your fault. But he insisted that a pretty, injured girl like yourself shouldn’t be doing any cleaning at all. That shut you up real quick, a red hue taking over your face. You were just glad he didn’t notice. You ended up staying till the store closed, talking with Mark about different animes and mangas you two enjoyed, and other interests you had.

Karina had texted you a couple of minutes after the bookstore closed wondering where you were.

rina<3: hey where r u, its been like yearssssss y/n: ive been gone for like two hours max, u’ll survive rina<3: i just want my dose of jujutsu kaisen :/

You snicker at the message and shut your phone off choosing to tell her what had happened when you arrived back to your shared dorm. Standing in front of the bookstore, you put your phone into your back pocket. You look up right on time to watch Mark fumble with the keys as he tries to lock up the store for the night. You laugh quietly, who knew the boy who’d come to your rescue was also clumsy, granted his clumsiness was cute and yours was more on the, I’d rather crawl into a hole and die than have to go through that again, sort of clumsiness.

Mark turns around to look at you after he finishes locking up the shop and he gives you a small grin, and you were sure your stomach was a terrarium with the amount of butterflies flying about in there. You barely knew the guy, you seriously couldn’t be forming an infatuation that fast. Right?

“Y/N, you said you lived on campus right?”, he asked as he walked over to stand next to you. You nodded in response to his question. “That’s great! I live on campus too, it’s sort of crazy how we never really saw each other before though. If you want, we can walk back together?”, he suggested.

You were getting ready to refuse not wanting to waste any more of Mark’s time, at this point, you assumed he was just doing all this to be polite, and if it were you in Mark’s position, you sure as hell wouldn’t exactly be so chipper and willing after having to clean someone else’s mess. But once you glanced over towards him, you were so done for. He was giving you one of those doe-eyed stares, like a cute little puppy wanting something from you. So you folded, like a piece of paper, but like come on, how could you say no to a face like that? That’s how you ended up with an entertaining walk home, an amused roommate, and a new contact in your phone.

Turns out that Jisung and Chenle knew Mark as well. They both had met him in one of their many shared classes (you realize a majority of your friends really enjoy the arts), and they use him as a means to get a discount at the bookstore Mark works at. You wish you had thought of that, but you supposed you already used all of Mark’s sympathy the moment you tumbled down to the ground with his meticulously arranged display of books. Speaking of the bookstore, when both of those two gremlins found out how you two had met they both laughed their big heads off, both boys in literal tears after Mark was finished retelling the encounter. You wish the ground would just open up and swallow you whole but life never wanted to go your way, did it?

You cursed them both out in embarrassment and a bit of anger as Mark sat in between you and the two boys, attempting to cover his small amused smile from you, but it didn’t really work. “Do you find me getting hurt so funny? I’m glad my demise will forever be a joke.”, you lamented. Chenle laughed again, his laugh higher in pitch now, and you had to restrain the urge to reach over the table and throttle his giant head. You felt a slight pat on your back and you looked over to see Mark smiling at you with his cute little smile and you felt your heart melt, “Don’t be too sad, I don’t find it that funny.”

Mark looks at his watch and he looks at it alarmed, he starts hastily getting up from the table you four were sitting at, pulling his backpack onto his shoulders, “Sorry guys gotta go, I promised Donghyuck I’d help him with recording his new cover of some song he found on Youtube.” He turns to look at you, “Catch you later? Heard there’s a new manga coming out soon, maybe we can read it together?” You nod dumbly at his question, Mark sends you one last smile and a thumbs-up before he leaves. His figure moved farther and farther away from the three of you.

Chenle was the first to break the silence. “Have you finished drooling over Mark yet?” You spluttered, “What are you talking about? I was not!” You crossed your arms over your chest as you looked at the boy. He had a shit-eating grin on his face, and you groaned covering your probably red face with your hands. You peeked through your fingers and Jisung was also looking at you expectantly. Okay, so maybe you should have throttled Zhong Chenle earlier.

Being friends with Mark Lee is exhausting, and that’s only one of the many words you could use to describe your friendship, but you didn’t feel like delving more into that territory.

Mark was excitable at times and was always passionate about the things he had an interest in. In your words, he was a huge nerd. So when he found out there was going to be a convention in a town near yours he was practically bouncing off the walls. He had called you at three in the morning with the news, you, on the other hand, answered the phone half asleep mumbling “mhms” and “uh huhs” to his excited rambles.

When the day of the convention had come, he had convinced you to come along, and even dress up as a character. You decided to dress as Yosano from Bungo. It was a simple outfit really, just a button-up blouse with a black tie, a black skirt, and some black tights. Your hair is adorned with Yosano’s signature butterfly clip. You had to say, you cleaned up nicely. You exited out of your dorm and walked down to the parking area of your dorm’s building.

Mark was supposed to come over and pick you up ten minutes ago but he still wasn’t here. For someone excited about all this, you’d think he’d be the one to come early. You pulled out your phone getting ready to text him, but the boy in question pulled up to where you were standing. Looking up at him you noticed he was dressed up as well, as Ranpo, from his hat, down to his little detective cape.

That is so adorable. You just wanted to pinch his cheeks at how cute he looked, but you threw the thought out the window. You clambered into Mark’s passenger seat, closing the door trying not to get your skirt caught as you closed it. Mark looked over at you and chuckled, “Hey what are the odds we’re two characters from the same manga?”

You giggled as you playfully hit him on his shoulder, “I literally told you who I was going as ages ago, you literally did that on purpose.” Mark turns to look back at the road as he starts to pull out of the parking lot onto the main road. “Maybe I did.”. he says nonchalantly. You glance at him, “You wanted to be matchy matchy?”, you chirped. He beams at you and nods. You felt those butterflies in your stomach start again, just like all the other times you’ve hung out with Mark, but somehow this felt different. “Any reason as to why?”, you asked slowly.

Mark sucks in a breath, and you worry you’ve offended him. You start to take back what you had said, but he places a hand on one of yours that was in your lap, and that’s when you notice how clammy your hands were. You were praying to anyone that would listen so that he wouldn’t notice. If he did he didn’t mention it at all but not that that mattered at all because the next few words he uttered nearly knocked the wind out of you, and made you forget the fact that you had gross hands.

“I like you, Y/N. To be honest, I thought I was being obvious in my feelings for you, but forgive me if I was a little awkward, I’ve never really done anything like that at all.”

You stared at him not knowing what to say, and this felt a little too familiar to your unceremonious meeting, where even back then you had stared at him like he’d grown two heads. Mark was beginning to feel a slight bit uncomfortable under your gaze and started to pull his hand back, “If you... don’t return my feelings that’s fine too! We can forget this happened, stay as friends and we can go back to reading our silly little mangas together.”

You grabbed his hand back and held it in yours. His hand was warm, and it felt nice, and you liked it a lot. “You know, Mark Lee, I like you too, probably a lot more than you think, plus you were quite literally my knight in shining armor.”

“Oh thank god you like me back, I thought you thought of me as some nerd pestering you all the time.”, Mark gushed. You jokingly put a hand on your chin pretending to think, “Welllllllllllll………..”

“Hey, I was making a joke!”

“I’m just kidding.”, you say, grinning from ear to ear. “So does that mean, you’re my girlfriend?”, he asks giddily. “If you want, I can be.”, you breathed. “Then, it’s official.”, Mark says, while drawing delicate circles with his thumb on your hand.

Mark turns to take another look at you before adding, “I’m glad your clumsy self got nearly crushed by a My Hero Academia display stand.”

“Okay, well now you’ve ruined it.”

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akiizayoi4869 · 1 year

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Zuko's Fever Dream

This dream that Zuko has when he's going through his little "metamorphosis" (odd choice of words there, Iroh) didn't make sense to me years ago as a little kid, and it still really doesn't make a whole lot of sense to me now🤣. Like, if nothing else, this dream is a prime example, and a damn good one at that, of dreams not making sense. It shows Zuko as the Fire Lord, which makes sense, seeing as all he wanted at that point was to return home and claim his birthright (even if said birthright was never his to begin with). He's surrounded by a group of Fire Nation soldiers and two dragons, who are revealed as Azula and Iroh.

The dragon that is supposed to be Azula says this:

"It's getting late. Are you planning to retire soon, my Lord?"

"I'm not tired."

"Relax, Fire Lord Zuko. Just let go. Give in to it. Shut your eyes for a while."

As we see in these two images here, he almost does give in to what she's saying and almost falls asleep until the red dragon speaks up.

"No, Fire Lord Zuko! Do not listen to the blue dragon. You should get out of here right now. Go! Before it's too late!"

"Sleep now, Fire Lord Zuko."

"Sleep. Just like Mother!"

That whole dialogue exchange just doesn't make sense. The last bit that's said is interesting, and it also implies something that's disturbing on Zuko’s end: that he thinks for some reason that Azula, who was either 8 or 9 years old at the time, had something to do with Ursa's disappearance/death. Why does he think that? It doesn't make any sense to assume that his little sister had anything to do with that. It would have made more sense to have Zuko think that Ozai had something to do with it.

I guess you can interpret this dialogue as a sort of nod to their current circumstances. Azula is hunting down Zuko and Iroh for Ozai. By her telling Zuko to close his eyes and sleep, it's making him vulnerable to her, easy to capture. But then Iroh shouts at him not to fall asleep and to leave now while he still can. By doing that, Zuko can avoid being captured. That actually makes sense to me. But if this was supposed to be foreshadowing the eventual betrayal that was coming two episodes later, they could have chosen better dialogue.

The only part about this dream sequence that interests me somewhat is that Azula is portrayed as the devil on Zuko's shoulder, while Iroh is supposed to be the angel. Which, at this point in time, makes sense for Zuko to view the two of them like this. Azula is trying to capture him and Iroh, not to mention the rivalry he had going on with her thanks to Ozai’s abuse. Iroh has been the one family member he's had since Ursa left who has always been there for him. What's frustrating about this is that the narrative never makes Zuko question his views about these two. Iroh is obviously not this perfect angel who can do no wrong. He is very much a morally gray character who has done a ton of fucked up and sketchy shit. Azula isn’t the evil in Zuko's life that he must take down no matter what. That was Ozai. The fact that the narrative never challenges Zuko on his views on these two just stunts his character growth and is proof that he's not done growing.

Finally, we get up to my favorite part of this bizarre dream🤣

This shit. Wtf is this monstrosity😭. Were the writers thinking of the freaking fusion dance from DBZ when they thought of this? It literally looks like a fusion between Aang and Zuko. No wonder the poor boy woke up screaming. If that was me, I would have woken up screaming, too. The last bit of this scene was another thing that stood out to me.

Zuko touches his scar here as a way to reassure himself that he's still him. It just interested me because in an odd way, the scar is like a sort of comfort for him here? I guess? Idk. Maybe comfort isn't the right word to use. But this part just felt like something worth pointing out.

#atla #azula #zuko #iroh #Zuko's weird ass fever dream

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blaqueswanzaghouliishiilikeda · 1 year

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iwtv ep 5 rewatch thoughts

opening with the scene within which i have built a home and become a permanent resident. right here in the moment rashmand smiles stupidly and louis slonks (🤭) every last drop of his blood. how anyone thinks they’re boring idk idk idk

they are being clear here that this isn’t consumption for the sake of sustenance. this is bloodletting as sex play and as power play. Danny is not having dinner. so its clear that this isn’t feeding as a meal but it is feeding as sexual exhibition at its most delicious. Danny is reading about claudia’s violent acts via the written recording of her victim’s last words while loumand basically vampire fuck at the other end of the table. this is also setting up the sexual violence to come for claudia and also for louis.

i think it is intentional that louis is the one feeding from armand for several reasons. one being because of what lestat does to him, which we see later on. this is power play for louis in a setting where he has voluntarily and possibly in some aspects dubiously relinquished control over to his lover armand. also bc of the connection between daniel and armand. they are revealing rashid as armand slowly here and his and louis’ involvement with daniel in the past. Daniel isn’t dumb. they know he can figure out the inconsistencies of louis drinking from armand and louis drinking from damek. this leads to daniels curiosity about how armand tastes like and his weight and louis puts daniel’s hidden attraction out on display against his wishes to throw him off. and daniel orders rashid around to take back some power.

i also think it’s a call back to the power dynamic of their first meeting. louis has power over daniel, and it seems he’s the one in control of the entire situation but then he checks in with armand before moving forward. in this moment in the present dubai 2020 setting louis has power over daniel (regardless of him no longer being that naive young man) and he plays the role of the one with the power over rashid, but the power he is receiving is from armands 500+ year old blood that he is offering to louis as the character he is playing. lord take me.

i think it’s interesting that daniel is feasting on claudia’s private memories but objects to louis reading and exposing his personal thoughts. even tho louis has shown time and again that he does that and would do it again. choices/consent is the big issue in this episode.

Daniel: man with green vest: please no. man with fat fingers: please stop. window washer: i can’t die like this. woman with purple shoes: please. boy with inner tube and dog: let my dog live. please no. please stop. stop. oh here’s a good one—man in the last row of The Son of Sheik picture show: You said you had cigarettes.

this is the first recounts we hear him read from claudia’s journal—claudia, who did not get a say in whether her voice and story be used by louis, armand and daniel in this way. He reads this and it’s clear that he [daniel] hadn’t actually consented to being the voyeur of loumand’s sex play given his visible discomfort/agitation. He continues anyways, trying his best to focus on the task at hand and not his bisexual longing for the men at the other end of the table bc even with everything he is reading and witnessing he is still attracted to them in all their insanity and monstrosity.

im interested in the fact that he pointedly reads out (“here’s a good one”) the misleading nature of the last one. “You said you had cigarettes.” i think it speaks to the fact that daniel came here to dubai for a supposed second interview and is slowly but surely realizing he is getting something else entirely. he continues “School teacher, guard your heart. i’m trying to think of something more fucked up than this.” he could be just talking about what claudia has written, but i think it’s also the fact that this is the section of his reading that loumand have chosen to be overtly sexual in front of him for as he reads. all this and he doesn’t even know yet of rashid being armand and his role in claudia’s death, though i’m sure he’s having suspicions of everything by now. also that louis, with being faced with the piece of claudia he doesn’t like to acknowledge, the monstrosity of her vampire nature, focuses of drinking from armand the man who killed his beloved daughter (something he said about “i run to the bottle” etc. etc). it does in fact get more fucked up danny.

and when armand implies that daniel is no better by revealing the danger it poses on louis and exposing louis’ suicidality without his permission (“he lives to share these opinions even when they are not solicited”) and revealing he doesn’t even want this book to happen, louis fights back by leaning into his power over daniel and exposing his thoughts about armand, and continues to, even when danny makes it clear his thoughts were not being voluntarily shared—that he did not want louis in his mind at all. he even interrupts rashmand in the middle of telling daniel he wouldn’t let him near his neck to offer up more information abt rashid (much to armands annoyance) that clearly isn’t even true after reading daniel’s mind again when daniel just explicitly told him not to. and when louis does that daniel fights back by leaning into his perceived power over rashid—louis’ servant—by demanding more of something to drink without even looking at him. and at this armand picks up his lil ipad and leaves without even picking up daniel’s glass, being the one who is actually the most powerful in the room. this is crazy. this is actually insane.

all this and armand is the one who killed claudia!!!! the only one who doesn’t get to fight back against her agency being taken from her in this scene!!! i’m going to fucking throw up. who is bored with them!? they are literally putting on thee insane sexy bdsm emo freaks show like…

“ The Son of Sheik” also alludes to the upcoming sexual assault btw. It’s a sequel to “The Sheik” where the protagonist is the son of the sheik in the first film who falls in love with a traveling dancer Yasmine. He rapes her out of retaliation for having been kidnapped and later whipped, which he believes to be her fault bc she is falsely accused of it. like in this episode and like claudia, yasmine’s rape is strongly implied in the movie with the use of pointed language and a scene cut.

this scene closes out with daniel pointing out he can’t get to accurate statistics of claudia’s murders to corroborate her accounts whether he thinks its more or less than what she recounts im unsure. louis points out that he wouldn’t be able to get an accurate account anyways bc of their disposal practices and how cities tend to downplay the dangers within them. daniel wanting all the details and louis making it clear he will have to accept that he can’t always have all the details will be a point of contention later on as we know.

#iwtv ep 5 rewatch #louis de pointe du lac #rashmand #armand #daniel molloy #claudia #iwtv #mw posts #hoping this makes sense

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kywaslost · 2 years

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A/N: I don’t know what this is, to be honest. It was going to be self-harm comfort, because these past few weeks have been extremely hard for me, but I just kept writing and it turned into this. Idk, I’m just really craving some Shinsou comfort right about now. If you’ve been keeping track of my other posts, I’ve been having a super hard time right now with the loss of a teacher that meant the world to me, so I’ve been super scatterbrained while writing. I’m sorry for the monstrosity this has become.

Also, it’s platonic. Shinsou and Reader are adopted siblings. They become close, so that’s why I wrote it this way.

Warnings: self-harm, mentions of abusive family, nightmares

You were the newest addition to the Yamada-Aizawa family. Aizawa brought you home after rescuing you from your abusive family, and you were incredibly shy. Luckily, your new family understood it. Aizawa quickly discovered your social anxiety and sat with you all night after a patrol on his couch. You wouldn’t leave his side, and he understood. He let you curl up next to him, lean against him, and hold his hand when you got too anxious. He even slept out there with you the first few nights when you were too afraid to sleep in the room Hizashi and Shinsou put together for you.

But the time came when Aizawa had to go back on patrols, and Hizashi had to go back to his radio show. The two men wanted you to feel comfortable in their home, especially during the night, so they introduced you to Shinsou. You’d met him on your first night in, and had seen him around during the next few days, but you never spoke to him. Not until Aizawa and Hizashi sat the two of you down together.

It was a calm afternoon. Hizashi was putting groceries away in the kitchen as well as starting dinner. Shinsou was sitting in the armchair playing on his switch, and you were curled into Aizawa’s side reading a book, one of the few belongings you brought with you to this new home. Aizawa was working on lesson plans for the upcoming school year, occasionally scratching your head lightly.

After 20 minutes of everyone doing their own thing, Shinsou rolled off of the chair and onto the floor, turning his switch off in the process. Aizawa chuckled at him, asking, “What was that?” The purple-haired boy shrugged, reaching out to pet one of the cats that rushed over to him. He sat there a moment before standing, brushing the dirt and cat hair off of himself.

“I’m getting a drink,” he stated, then turned to you. “Would you like something, Y/N?” You stopped reading and looked up at him slowly. This is the first time he’d spoken to you.

Water, you signed. Aizawa and Hizashi made it clear that everyone in the house knew JSL since Hizashi was slowly going deaf and didn’t always have his hearing aids in, and Hitoshi went through periods of time where he’d go mute, so JSL was a major form of communication in this house. You didn’t know much, but Hizashi was slowly teaching you how to say certain things.

Shinsou smiled, nodding as he left the living room. He returned a minute later with a bottle of water and a glass of soda, plopping down on the couch beside you. He set his glass down on the coffee table, then handed you your water. He offered a small smile as you took the beverage, then reached for the tv remote. He flipped through the channels, searching for something to watch. Eventually, he gave up and began looking through the several streaming services they had.

“What do you want to watch Y/N?” he asked, turning to you. You looked up from your book, and Hitoshi caught a glimpse of what you were reading. “Dear Evan Hansen? I love that book!” he beamed, moving to sit cross-legged to face you. “Have you read it before? Or seen the movie?”

You flinched slightly at his outburst and Aizawa began scratching your head again, side-eyeing the two of you. He didn’t want you to get too panicky.

You sat in silence before nodding, mouth opening slightly as if you wanted to speak but couldn’t. “Both,” you muttered quietly.

You didn’t notice, but Hizashi had stopped preparing dinner and was standing at the entrance of the living room, absolutely beaming. He shared a smile with Aizawa. You had said maybe two words in the few days you’d been there. They knew it’d be a process, but nevertheless, they were so excited when you finally used your voice.

Hitoshi didn’t show it, but he was excited too. He’d been watching you the past few days, seeing how you’d react to certain things. He was preparing himself to talk to you. He wanted you to be comfortable around him, so he sat back for a while. Now you’re talking to him. You didn’t even talk to Hizashi!

“That’s awesome!” he smiled. “We should totally watch it again together!”

“Well, Hizashi and I will be returning to patrol tonight,” Shouta commented. “You could do it tonight if you’d like.”

“Yeah!” Mic chimed in. “You can make a fort! Or just a massive pile of blankets and pillows! I just bought popcorn too.”

Hitoshi turned to you with a massive smile. “What do you say?”

You smiled too, offering a small nod.

Aizawa and Hizashi were beyond grateful for their son. They were afraid of how he’d feel gaining a sister, and even more afraid of how she’d feel around them all. So when Hizashi and Aizawa left for patrol that first night, they pulled Hizashi away for a special talk.

“Stay with her,” Hizashi instructed.

“And if something goes wrong, call us immediately,” Aizawa continued. “She’s been having nightmares, and doesn’t sleep easily, so if she falls asleep I’d feel more comfortable if you’d stay with her.”

“Dad, papa,” Hizashi smiled. “I think I’ve got it. I was once her, ya know.” Aizawa and Hizshi ruffled the boy’s hair and pressed a quick kiss to his forehead.

“We’ll be back in the morning.”

Hitoshi saw the two men out the door before returning to you, who was curled up in the corner of a couch. “Would you like to help me make a nest of blankets?” he asked kindly. “I know where the softest blankets are.” You nodded hesitantly, standing up. Hitoshi smiled. “Great! Let’s go!” He reached a hand out to you. “Would you feel more comfortable if you held my hand?” You looked at him, and then his hand.

“Please?” your voice was soft. You took his hand and let him let you deeper into the house. He led you into a bedroom. The walls were a light gray, and it was somewhat bare.

“This is your room,” Shinsou stated. “We put a lot of soft blankets in the closet for if you’d ever need them.” He turned to you. “This room is ready for you when you are. I know we’ve already shown you around, but my room is right across the hall, and Dad and Pops’ room is at the end of the hall.” Shinsou opened the closet and pulled out an armful of blankets. “Could you hold these for me?”

You nodded, taking the blankets from the boy. He then led you across the hall and into his room. You watched as he pulled the blanket off of his bed, then stacked all of his pillows on top of each other to carry to the living room. You followed him, and helped him set up in the living room. When the two of you finished setting up, you settled in the giant fluff pile. Hotishi returned with snacks, popcorn, and water.

2 hours and 17 minutes later and you and Hitoshi both were in tears. Used tissues were flowing out of a nearby trash can. You took in the sight and giggled. Shinsou looked at you in shock. In the time you’d spent here, you hadn’t laughed. It caused him to smile.

“Thanks for agreeing to watch this with me,” he said gently. He looked down and hugged the cat that had been sitting in his lap for almost the entire movie. “I know it’s scary, suddenly moving to a nontoxic environment after being in one for so long, but I think you’ll really like it here. Dad and pops love you.”

He heard a sniffle, and shot his head up in worry. You were crying harder now, and something told him it wasn’t because of the movie. “I’m sorry,” he said quickly. “I didn’t mean to bring back bad memories or anything-” He was cut off when you hesitantly held out a hand. Shinsou started at it for a second before smiling gently and taking your hand in his.

“Thank you,” you muttered, wiping your tears away. You took a sip of your glass of water, avoiding Shinsou’s eyes.

“I,” Hitoshi hesitated. “I’ve been through a lot. So if you’re ever struggling, with anything at all, you can talk to me. If you’re too scared to go to dad or pops, you can come to me.”

“Hug?” he almost didn’t hear you. But he did. And he opened his arms, pulling you against him. The two of you sat there for who knows how long. The only reason Hitoshi moved was because your weight depended on him fully. He peered around your head to see you passed out on him. He smiled softly and leaned back to make you even more comfortable.

From then on, you stuck more to Shinsou instead of Aizawa. You’d sit next to him during dinner, and stay by his side when he’d hang out in the living room. He even got you to finally sleep in your own room by sitting with you until you fell asleep, and then he’d head to his room. The only thing you asked was that he left his door cracked open, as well as your own. He was happy to do so if it made you comfortable.

One night in particular, he had just stepped into his own room after you had fallen asleep. He hadn’t been sleeping well lately, and it all piled up and he was ready to knock out and sleep for a week. Hitoshi flopped onto his bed, crawling under the covers and burying his face into his pillow. He was nearly asleep when his door creaked open, and he poked his head out from the covers to see one of the cats. He sighed and went back to sleep.

You woke up several hours later in a cold sweat, tears dripping down your face. You couldn’t breathe, and your whole body shook. You inhaled sharply, trying to comprehend what was going on. You looked around. You were in your bedroom. The door was left open, like you asked. You could see the purple LED lights coming from Shinsou’s open door, and jumped out of bed. Aizawa and Hizashi were out on patrol, and you really didn’t want to be alone right now. You tripped over your blanket, falling onto the bed. You kicked the fabric off of you and bolted across the hallway.

Shinsou was dead asleep in his bed, a cat resting on his chest. It stood up at your entrance and made its way over to you, meowing. You kept your attention on Shinsou and noticed that he had headphones in.

Your breathing hadn’t settled and it was getting harder to stand upright. The world was moving around you, and you braced yourself on the side of the boy’s bed. Your added weight caused Hitoshi to stir, pulling his headphone out of his ears. It allowed him to hear your struggling breathing, waking him up. He opened his eyes groggily, looking around his room. His eyes settled on you in your panicked state, and he immediately moved. Shinsou sat up and moved closer to you on the bed.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” he asked groggily, but still panicked. He reached out to put a hand on your shoulder, but stopped himself. What if you didn’t want to be touched? He didn’t get the chance to ask though, because suddenly you were pressed against his chest, tears soaking his shirt. Hitoshi quickly wrapped his arms around you, rocking you side to side. The cat that was once laying on top of him now sat beside the two of you, rubbing its head against Shinsou’s arm.

He let you calm down before speaking again, pushing tear-drenched hair away from your eyes. “What’s got you all worked up?” he asked calmly. You tried to speak but you only choked over your own breaths, causing you to panic again. Shinsou gently took your hands in his and lifted them up. “You can sign, too. Remember what pops taught you?” You nodded your head and wiped at your eyes.

Night Terror, you signed. Really bad.

“Oh,” he replied. “I’m sorry. I get them really bad, too.” He stood up from his spot on the bed. “Can you walk?” When you nodded, he led you out into the living room, grabbing his blanket along the way. He sat you down on the couch and tossed his blanket onto you. “Tea and TV helps me come back down to earth,” he smiled gently. “I’ll be back.”

True to his word, he returned a few minutes later with two cups of warm tea, handing one to you as he sat down beside you. Shinsou turned on the tv, then opened Netflix. “I usually turn on anime,” he said. “One that I’ve seen before, so I don’t miss anything if I fall asleep. What ones have you seen before?”

You pointed to the tv, then held up the number 2.

“Demon Slayer,” Shinsou smiled. “Good taste! I’ll turn that one on then.”

The two of you continued to sit in silence as the show started. As it went on you leaned more and more into Shinsou’s side, slowly calming down. The panic attack/nightmare took a lot out of you and it was catching up to you. You don’t remember much after that.

A month or so passed and you had adjusted well to your new home. You learned that Aizawa, Hizashi, and Hitoshi all loved you, and were willing to help you through everything. You knew that, but you still refused to ask for help in certain situations.

Your old parents had tried reaching out to you. You didn’t want to open their messages, but did so. You had gotten a new phone number, but your email was still the same. You saw several emails from both your mother and father, and the little preview made your heart drop. You opened them, reading them slowly. They wanted you back home. They called you names, called you worthless and in need of a lesson.

It was the final line of both emails that scared you the most: We are going to find you, and then we’re going to kill you.

You knew they held no real power, and your new family would protect you, keep you safe. But they couldn’t keep you safe from yourself.

You had a few bad habits from your childhood, ones you wish you could forget. And you had forgotten them when you grew comfortable with your new family. But with these emails, your habits came crashing back at full force.

The clock on the wall read 3:14 a.m.. Hitoshi was the only other person in the house, asleep in his room. It was one of the rare nights where he got a full 8 hours of sleep, and you didn’t want to bother him. You had begun sleeping with your door closed, and so did he. It allowed you to sneak into the bathroom without being caught.

You were leaning against the porcelain sink, hands gripping the edges. Silent tears streamed down your face, pooling at your chin and splattering down into the bowl. You looked down to see thin, red lines along your upper thighs, crying even harder when you added another one, and then another. Your exacto knife slipped out of your hand as you slid to the floor, a sobbing mess. You were sitting on your heels, back bent to bury your face in your knees as you cried. You wanted to scream, to yell and sob as loud as you could.

The door beside you opened slowly and you cursed yourself for forgetting to lock it. But it’s too late for that now.

“Y/N?” The voice was soft and concerned. “Wh-” Shinsou cut himself off when he saw the drops of blood near the sink. His eyes drifted over to the bloodied knife not too far away. “Y/N?” his voice was a whisper, shaking with fear. You were still on the floor, sobbing harshly into your knees. The purple-haired boy immediately dropped down in front of you. His breath shook as he thought of what to do. He tried to pull you to a sitting position, but you wouldn’t move.

“Come on Y/N,” he pleaded, beginning to cry. “Look at me, please. Please look at me.” He tried again, and succeeded in pulling you into an upright position. His eyes immediately drifted to your legs, taking in the various red and white lines. They weren’t deep enough to cause any harm, but that didn’t mean they were harmless. They showed just how much you had been hurting.

“Hey,” he cooed softly, moving one hand off of your shoulder and to your cheek, wiping away your tears with his thumb. He offered a watery smile. “It’s ok. You’re ok.” He pulled you into a hug, holding you tightly against his chest. One hand held your head against his neck while the other ran up and down your back.

“Don’t tell dad,” you choked out. “Please.”

Shinsou didn’t speak until you had calmed down, leaning on him with all of your weight. He let you lay there, moving you so you were propped up against him but he could still reach under the sink to grab the first aid kit. Hitoshi silently began cleaning the wounds on your legs, holding you just a bit tighter every time you whimpered. He then dressed the wounds to keep them from reopening or getting infected.

“You can come to me, you know,” he said quietly. “I’ve,” he hesitated, “I’ve been here before. I’ve done what you’re doing.”

“Really?” you whimpered.

“Yeah.” Hitoshi sighed. “I didn’t have a really good home life before I was adopted, too. And I did exactly what you’re doing now. Only I did it in my room, and I had lost track of time. Dad and pops came home and pops had come to check and see if I was ok. He does that every night, in case you didn’t know. But he caught me, but in the end I’m grateful he did.” Shinsou’s eyes brimmed with tears again. “I don’t know what lengths I would have gone to if it wasn’t for them helping me.”

“I’m sorry,” you whimpered. “I didn’t mean for you to find me.”

“Hey now,” Hitoshi said softly. “I’m glad I did.” He moves to support your back with one arm as the other slides under your knees. He pulls you close to him as he stands, carrying you to his room. He gently placed you down on his bed. Hitoshi stepped away for a moment, digging through his dresser. He pulled out a pair of gray sweatpants and a t-shirt, turning around and handing them to you.

“Put these on,” he instructed. “I’m not leaving the room, but I’ll be in the corner.” Hitoshi shifted to face the corner, head leaned against the wall and eyes closed. You giggled slightly before changing into your brother’s clothes. It felt nice to be in something else. You hummed softly to let your brother know you were done, and he sat down beside you on the bed.

“You need to rest,” Shinsou commented. “And I’m not letting you be alone right now. I’d like you to stay here with me, please.”

You didn’t argue, instead offering a nod and nothing else. Shinsou guided you to lay down between him and the wall, laying his weighted blanket over you. He sat in bed, leaning against the wall behind the bed. He turned to you, “I’m not sleeping, but you are. I’m the insomniac in this house.” He huffed out a quiet laugh. He then turned to you and his eyes softened. “Will it bother you if I read?” You shook your head, watching as Shinsou reached to grab a book from beside the bed.

“Good night, Y/N,” he said softly. “I’m right here if you need anything. Always.”

A few minutes passed and although your eyes ached and your head throbbed from your crying, you couldn’t sleep. So you shifted to lay your head on Shinsou’s lap, looking at his book. Shinsou relaxed slightly, and let a hand fall to card through your hair. Within seconds you were out like a light.

There was a knock at the door before it creaked open. Hizashi poked his head into the room, sighing with relief.

“There she is,” he muttered. The man leaned against the doorway, arms crossed. He offered a soft smile to Hitoshi. “Hello, ‘toshi. Can’t sleep?”

The purple-haired boy shook his head, closing his book. “No, something happened,” he said quietly. He looked down to your sleeping form, head still in his lap. He ran his hand through your hair in hopes of keeping you asleep.

“Everything alright?” Mic asked, eyebrows furrowed in concern. “Do I need to call Sho? He’s not off patrol yet.”

Hitoshi shook his head. “I can tell him later, or you can.” His purple eyes shifted from you to his dad. “It’s N/N.”

“Is she ok?” Hizashi asked immediately, sitting on the bed by Hitoshi’s knees. “Was it another night terror? Panic attack?”

Shinsou shook his head again. He then went on to quietly explain the situation, tearing up a bit. He kept his hand running through your hair, calming himself down. Hizashi began to cry as well, looking down at you.

“Thank you for telling me,” he said sorrowfully. “I’ll definitely need to talk to Shouta, and her. See what we need to do to help.” He pushed hair away from your closed eyes. “I hate that she feels this way. That you felt this way.” Hizashi’s green eyes met Shinsou’s. “Are you feeling alright, little listener? Any urges or thoughts?”

“No pops,” Shinsou said with a sad smile. “I’m alright. I’m just concerned for Y/N. I don’t want her to go through what I had to go through.”

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sandwicz · 10 months

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Twisted Wonderland as quotes me and my friends said + teachers too pt. 2

Warnings: profanities, mention of cockroaches, some might be ooc, Rook

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*in the science club*

Rook: "i made a reverse filter :D"

Rook: "i turn clean water into dirty water"

Trey: "..."

Vargas: "Trappola... This is why you won't have a girlfriend in the future"

Epel: *shows a poster he made thats just memeable and very messy, kinda like a sh*tpost. Its for his presentation that's 30% his grade*

Epel: "Apple to coconut how bad is it"

Epel: "Apple = good, coconut = bad"

Epel: "all the fruits are included in between"

Ace: "its cherry then"

Epel: "idk if that's good or bad. i like cherry so its good"

Yuu: "Pear. Actually no its mango"

Epel: "I like mango so its good"

Yuu: *made a huge robot cockroach the size of a basketball(that walks slow) that's made out of cardboard for a project*

Yuu: *shows a pic and video of the project to some students*

Yuu: "cock"

Yuu: "this took forever"

Yuu: "i hate it"

Yuu: "it hath grown wings so it shall fly to the sun"

Yuu: "and i will sit and stare and salute as my papermade icarus flies ever onward”

Yuu: "... i think i lost it"

Floyd: *pokes jamil to show him the cockroach monstrosity* beetle?

Yuu: "i gave him wings don't you dare call him a beetle"

Jamil: *distraught and trying so hard to stop himself from burning the cockroach down* ...

*lets pretend NRC teaches students other languages other than english*

Leona: "what the f*ck the teacher slapped my hand"

Ruggie: "LMAO"

Jack: "what. ...why?"

Ruggie: *while laughing hard* "HE KNOWS YOU'RE SMART ITS JUST THAT YOU DIDNT WANNA PUT EFFORT"

Leona: "... this is why"

Ruggie: *still laughing while wheezing* "in the maths part of the (insert language here) exam Leona doesnt wanna calculate so instead, he wrote 0s to some of them and called it a day”

Jack: "..."

(yes our teacher did put math questions in our language exam)

Ace: “people are doing math the wrong way you guys be talking about x and y but never u and i”

Cater: “if i could rearrange the alphabet i’d put u and i together”

Cater: “you know why i like RNA better than DNA, because there’s U”

Riddle: “all these pickup lines and u all still single”

Deuce: "how do i fix my bad haircut"

Ace: "grow hair"

Deuce: "great idea"

Deuce: "never thought of that"

Deuce: "any other ideas"

Epel: "bald"

Ace: "bald"

Epel: "it's about drive it's about power"

Epel: "we stay hungry we devour"

Student A: "Sir Trein sucks, he doesn't deserve any teacher's day letter"

Deuce: *is pissed off* "HAA??!! U SHUT YOUR ASS"

Deuce: "What's your beanfest team HAH?"

Deuce: "I'll wipe it out."

Student A: " Your team."

Deuce: "oh."

Student A: "💀"

Vargas: "do you have a partner?"

Riddle: *confused at the sudden question* "...no?"

Vargas: *pats his shoulder* "no? Find someone in the future"

Yuu: "i read fire balls as furry balls"

Ace: "HAHAHAHA JACK'S FURRY BALLS LMAO"

Jack: "..."

Jack: "i hate you."

Riddle: *flabbergasted* "Cater. Yuu played tetris during class? Around the teacher?"

Cater: "Yeap"

Yuu: "ehe"

Riddle: *dissapointed noises*

Trey: "i'm surprised you didn't get caught"

Yuu: "ehe"

Floyd: *gets grouped with Epel, Lilia and Riddle for a group project*

Floyd: *decided to make a gc and determine the name of it*

Floyd: *names it "adorable midgets + floyd gc :D"

*few moments after they finally realized the gc name*

Epel: "FLOYD YOU MOTHERF*CKER IVE JUST REALIZED THE GC NAME"

Riddle: "YEAARGHHH FLOYD IT'S OFF WITH YOUR HEAD"

Lilia: *enjoying the chaos*

*in the middle of class*

*sound of a notif from an online shopping app*

Trein: "Who's notification is that? It must be from Cater, isn't it? Always shopping and checking social media"

*a few seconds later*

*sound of a notif from another online shopping app"

Trein: "Tsk tsk tsk... who is that? Who likes shopping so much? You already have an app for it and you have another one?"

Idia: "..." *hiding behind his tablet*

Bonus for all of yall, in case yall need it:

Yuu: *jokingly* "so how's the exam results? Were you dissapointed in us?"

Staff/character of your choice: “You can never disappoint me, i’m always proud of you”

Everybody: *tears up*

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heavensickness · 1 year

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Also also, after staring at Leander's fatal flaw for 40 days and 40 nights I've come to the conclusion that

1: the letters are lower case on purpose and

2: it POSSIBLY has the lowercase letters "d" "b" "[L] l" "h" or even upper case "I [i]".

My theory is that Leander's fatal flaw has something to do with extreme attachment/abandonment issues.... and his monster might be a manifestation of his Insecurities about not matching up to the other LIs.

Inferiority complex possibly?

Someone on twitter deleted the stratching & said that the text literally said "stratched out" 😭😭😭 idk if that was legit but if it is, it is sooo ANDIAKDJWIXIWI.

Honestly, everything about Leander points out to attachment/abandonment issues... He knows so many people but isn't actually close to anyone, not even to Kuras who has saved his life. He doesn't let anyone get close, or maybe he is simply not able to. Is there a single person who actually knows who and what he is? One of the qualities that drawn me into this game was the theme of being a monster, and the unique loneliness it brings. Let's be honest, each LI is utterly and desperately all alone in the world in their different ways. I think Leander's loneliness is the one that comes with being surrounded by dozens of people, always being the light in the room, having different bodies to warm his bed each night, yet being completely aware that there is not a single soul who knows him, the real him; and if they did, they would never offer him the warmth he is craving for. He is starved in his own way; he is "untouchable" too but in a different way than MC.

As I said in another post, I believe that the fact that he is "special" to MC, that he is the first and only one to know them on such an intimate level that nobody else could sparked or snapped something in him. The first time MC touched him, caressed and studied his skin so intently and with so many undescribable emotions was also a first to him. MC says that they have never touched someone like that before, but I believe that Leander has never been touched in that way before either. Even if he had countless escapades in the past, was there really a time he was touched as if he was a precious jewel, as if he was actually valued and cared for?

One of the few things we can surely say about Leander is that he is greedy (which is hinted as the reason for his future downfall) and he is envious. Even his monster form is illustrated as himself, only with dark eyes - green with envy. I believe that this part of his will create a tension in other LIs' routes (especially with Ais because Leander has a visible, canon inferiority complex when it comes to Ais) & the true monstrosity you will face in Leander's route will be nothing but himself - simply his possessive, vulnerable, ugly side that he is so terrified/ashamed of showing others. This is why Leander is so interesting to me, because he stands for the fact that not all monsters are inhuman. Humans are capable of doing things much worse than an actual monster, after all.

#brain full only leander.#leander #touchstarved #things i'm playing

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scintillyyy · 6 months

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"what's your comic book reading list?"

idk. what are the mutuals reading? i can't be left behind on the in-jokes when they've all read blorbie (1997) and i have not. how am i supposed to understand why blorbie's mother or father or uncle or cousin is the worst person alive if i have not read it. how will i ever fit in with the cool kids if i don't know the tragedy of <minor character #1> who has an existentially horrific story that gets kind of glossed over and never truly resolved. how can i possible have objectively correct opinions about blorbie's life choices and bad decisions and the writer's intention vs actual execution that will make people like me more if i haven't experienced the full monstrosity of his or her run for myself. i am but a simple human, doomed to succumb to peer pressure. that is what i am reading.

#this is a joke i actually have an extensive to-read list involving the majority of post-crisis bat books and various team books #but also i did add the ray to one of my collections on dcui

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deputyrook · 2 months

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Cronos Parasite Engine - 18+

This is an extension of the scene in Rogue Trader where Marazhai gifts RT with a Cronos Parasite Engine. I'm not well versed in Warhammer lore, so I'm sorry if I've messed something up!

Dom!Marazhai x Female Rogue Trader. 18+, it's not super explicit in terms of smut, but I think the warnings speak for themselves.

Warnings: Literal torture, pain play, d/s, ownership, allusions to drug use, cutting, needles, bloodplay, not SSC... basically what you can expect from a fic about using a torture machine on someone? idk honestly, I think I blacked out while writing this.

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"Is it... alive?" Jordana von Valancius asks carefully. She is watching the multi-limbed monstrosity, clicking and clacking and hovering beside her bed, with equal parts apprehension and curiosity. A Cronos Parasite Engine, Marazhai had called it.

She would have described it as a giant machine insect...thing. Not exactly titillating at a first glance, but on examining it further... she had to admit, it was interesting.

"Oh, yes," Marazhai confirms. A vicious grin cuts across his face. Standing behind her and leaning well into the Rogue Trader's space, he puts a hand on her shoulder and squeezes, hard, "Or at least, it was at one point. The haemonculi have made it something else entirely, now. A truly refined instrument of pain. A gift for you."

Her heart thumps wildly, as a mixture between dread and excitement floods her. The anticipation of the pain that this thing could cause her- would cause her sends a shiver down her spine. She takes a careful step toward the beast, Marazhai moving with her.

"It can project your very life essence from you, into me," Marazhai murmurs into her ear, "Do you want that, Jordana? To have not only your pain, but your soul itself, nourish me? To have me taste it?"

Something had happened to her, back in Commorragh. When she'd been remade, she swore some wires had become crossed in her brain. She'd always enjoyed a little pain, that wasn't new. But somewhere in the Dark City, between the scalpels and the needles and the blood and the torture, the begging and the sobbing that had stripped her to the bone-

She'd wanted more. She'd wanted to stay longer.

"Yes," She murmurs, as Marazhai's clawed gauntlets bite into the skin of her shoulder and draw blood. He leans close, licking a strip across the bloody scraped skin, and hums in delight.

"This is going to be so much fun," He says in her ear, before he pulls back and two-handed shoves her toward the machine. She nearly falls into it, stumbling forward.

The head of the machine- if it could be called a head- turns to Jordana in some kind of awareness. The engine is buzzing, nearly crackling with energy, and its antenna twitch in response to her closeness. She swallows the quickly mounting fear, feeling very much the prey to this strange abomination, unsure of what will happen next.

"Do I need to-" She starts to ask. She doesn't get to finish. One of the engine's metal tentacles wraps around her ankle and yanks, pinching her skin and swiping her off her feet. She groans as she hits the ground, hard and disoriented.

Before she has the time to catch her breath, the machine is bearing down on her. Its huge body smokes and crackles, caging her easily against the floor. Here, in her bedchamber without any weapons nearby, this thing could overpower her easily. It could kill her.

Twisted arousal slices through her, as sharp and intense as Marazhai's watchful, predatory gaze. Jordana lets out a shaky, nervous breath, her eyes flicking over to him. He has found himself a chair and is lounging back on it, a lazy, hungry gleam in his stare. He leers and gestures, as if to say, get on with the show.

A second tentacle wraps around her other leg, and a third snakes its way up under her shirt. At every place where the metal touches her skin, she feels a sting, and she can't tell if it's needles, tiny cuts, or both.

Jordana doesn't fight the creature. Even if she did, she knows it would be useless. The easy power with which the parasite engine tears her clothes leaves her no time to protest. It barely leaves her with any time to register what's happening.

One of the tentacles tightens around her thigh, the metal plating cutting deep into her skin, and she hisses in pain. She can feel her blood dripping down toward the floor, and she squeezes her eyes shut.

And then, the machine hums, and its entire body begins to vibrate. And the world around her becomes fuzzy.

It's like someone has reached into her soul and dimmed the lighting. Immediately, she feels tired, lethargic- drugged, almost. Her body feels weak, like even lifting a hand would be difficult. Like anything could be done to her, and she wouldn't be able to stop it if she tried. Her head lolls back, her body sinking into the floor, limp.

The pain in her thigh is no longer a sharp, burning staccato. It is a long, drawn out note. It's a symphony that sings in harmony with her entire body, leaving every inch of her alight. The parasite engine slices into her again, with one of its long pincers, and the sensation of it explodes.

"Oh," she ekes out, half-closing her eyes as the machine attends to her, "Ohhhh, no, nono. Yes, yes. Please." Somewhere distant, she can hear Marazhai laughing. A manic, crazed sound she recognizes well.

She can't concentrate on Marazhai, though. Because fuck, does it hurt. She can't even think. She is distantly aware that she is moving. Spasming, she thinks, or writhing against the floor. Far away, she can hear herself moaning and crying out, unrestrained noises pulled from her lips without her permission.

The background blurs, and everything is slow, hazy. Every cell in her thrums with pain, but even that begins to fade out into a blur. Her body is failing her, crumbling to dust.

She's going to die here. She's really going to die under this thing.

And then, Marazhai touches her. At some point, Jordana is not sure when, the parasite engine has withdrawn, and Marazhai has taken its place looming over her. One of his hands slides up her side, and her eyes snap open as she takes a quick, deep inhale. Life floods back into her body like a shot of adrenaline to her chest.

Pure ecstasy blooms across her skin.

"Can you feel it?" He says, "Your life. Flowing from you, to me. Now back into you. Because I want it to. Do you want it back?" He chuckles, pressing his fingers into one of the wounds in her side. The jolt of pain intertwines with the incoming waves of pleasure, and Jordana cries out, a sound which ends in a needy whine, low in the back of her throat.

"Please," she whimpers, weakly reaching for him. She doesn't even know what she's pleading for, really. He swats away her hand.

"You can beg prettier than that," he chastises, and she grows dizzy with need. Her strength starts to wane again, and she feels herself withering, death drawing nearer and nearing. Her soul is being stretched out like a wire, pulled taught and thin. It's about to snap.

"P-please Marazhai. Please I need- I need you, it's k-killing me," The panic bubbles in her voice, and he seems altogether too pleased by it, "Let me live, let me be worthy of living for you."

He pulls her away from the edge of death again, all the while touching her. His hands are everywhere at once. Pinching, squeezing, caressing. Smearing her blood in streaks across her skin. It's too much, she can't handle it, she's going to break.

Marazhai tsks, but when she opens her eyes, Jordana sees his pupils blown wide with lust. "You always know just what to say, don't you?" He coos, pressing a hand to her cheek. "Let no one say I'm not merciful. You will survive, Jordana. But I will take you to the brink. You will take so much more from me than you think you can handle."

Jordana wants to say, I'm pretty sure I'm at the brink already. But his words electrify her. She could swear his gaze is affectionate when he adds, "You're trembling."

She grips him tight, with the remaining strength she can muster. "Yes," she whispers, terrified of her own impulses, of her own crushing need. Marazhai grins, wild and ferocious, watching her like a cat finally about to kill the prey its been toying with.

He descends on her, pressing his mouth against hers with crushing force as the parasite engine whirs and clicks and buzzes in the background. His kisses are all teeth, biting and drawing blood, tinged with possessiveness. She wouldn't have it any other way.

True to his word, Marazhai brings her to the brink of her soul's obliteration, again and again- edges her with the balance between pain and the ecstasy. Jordana thinks she must be losing her mind. She has no idea how long he's been doing this- stealing her energy, returning it, breaking and mending her body- but any longer and she's going to black out.

Or maybe she's blacked out already. She's not quite sure she can remember when Marazhai started fucking her. She also can't remember when she started crying, though her cheeks are stained with tears and weak sobs slip from her chest.

God Emperor save her, but she never wants it to end.

"Who is it that you belong to?" Marazhai hisses, gripping her chin in as he thrusts into her, rutting like he's the wild beast her retinue thinks he is, "Who is it that you let rule you? Destroy you and remake you?"

"You," Jordana howls, clawing at any pieces of him that she can reach. Marazhai makes a movement toward the parasite engine, and Jordana's vision goes white. She's pretty sure that she screams. Never in her life has she felt an ecstasy like this before. If she was afraid she was going to die from the pain, she's now sure the opposite is true- the pleasure is what's going to end her.

Her orgasm shatters her for what feels like ages, her stolen vitality rushing back through her. It seems to hit her continuously, again and again, an ocean rushing in her ears as her soul knits itself back together. Is it never going to end?

It does, eventually. Marazhai rolls off of her, evidently having reached his own end somewhere in the haze. She looks at him dizzily, and clocks his expression as smug. Well, fair enough.

She's hit with a wave of exhaustion, and crawls up on her bed, lying across the surface. The normal kind of tired, this time. Somewhat surprisingly, Marazhai flops down beside her. They stain her sheets blood red- as usual- and when she looks over at him, he's watching her quietly.

"You enjoyed that, didn't you? As much as I did?" He's searching for confirmation, his voice betraying a rare element of uncertainty. His thumb reaches up to swipe some tears from her cheek, before he pops it into his mouth. Jordana smiles gently and nods.

"Did I ever. I'm shocked no one came barging in here, with how loud I was being," Her voice is rough, stricken from her shouting and sobbing. Really, it's a miracle she didn't lose it altogether. He hums out a laugh, uncertainly dissolving into confidence.

"Oh, I think next time I can get you to scream even louder. You took the pain well, for your first time with a parasite engine. That same torture has broken weaker mon-keigh," He looks pleased. Jordana yawns. Beside the bed, the Cronos Parasite Engine powers down, settling into a rest.

"Next time we'll set aside a whole day," she says, not really joking. "But I don't think I've ever been more spent. I'm about to pass out."

Jordana falls asleep moments later with Marazhai beside her, watching her. Incredibly, she doesn't dream, falling into a truly peaceful slumber.

Even more incredibly, Marazhai eventually falls asleep beside her.

#marazhai aezyrraesh #marazhai #torture #drukhari #whump writing #wh40k rogue trader #rogue trader #warhammer 40k #warhammer 40 000 rogue trader #dead dove do not eat #whump #female rogue trader #von valancius #cronos parasite engine #my writing

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Me, after getting completely burnt out by a job and not writing creatively for like four years: man I really should think about writing something again. I just need to find something I am passionate about to use as a jumping off point *immediately starts writing LU fanfic*

I'm gonna post the full thing on AO3 either tomorrow or Sunday but for the time being I just wanted to share this somewhere. This is a 400 word excerpt of a single chapter that is maybe half written and already 2000 words and I am planning on there being 3 chapters total so hand to god trust me there will be context at some point (if you know me irl no you don't jk y'all know im a complete gremlin for fanfic) Idk how good it is exactly but its the first thing I have written in so long that I actually want other people to see and I crave feedback, so do with that what you will lmao

cw: violence, blood, injury, the slightest body horror

Time and the Deity both snarled, lunging the god’s blade forward. Majora flung itself forward as well, its inhuman screams reaching a frenzied pitch as it whipped its clawlike hands towards the Deity’s face. Behind it, he could see the length of the helix greatsword erupting from the monstrosity’s back, spraying black blood outwards into the moonlight. But Majora pushed forward still, and Time could feel the Deity’s revulsion as its fingers grasped the sides of their face. Time braced himself for it to rake its claws against his face in dying spite, but something changed. Gently, oh so gently, Majora sank its claws into the flesh below his ears. The Deity screamed in rage and pain, but Time felt no pain. Instead, Time felt callused fingers slip into the seams between the Deity’s consciousness and his own and felt roughly textured knuckles run across his face while the Fierce Deity’s power was pulled from him. In a brief flash of light, Time felt the Fierce Deity fully recede back to his mask.

Time came back to himself holding the Fierce Deity’s blade as it began slowly dissolving into light, the crimson blood dripping from its edges and darkening the dirt beneath them. His mind was hazy and unfocused, as if stunned by a thunderclap. His faculties began returning, but there was a lethargy to them he just couldn’t shake. A distant corner of his brain recognized his brothers in the background, but whatever they were saying couldn’t pierce the numbing in his ears. Inches away from him, Time saw the host of Majora begin trembling. The Fierce Deity’s mask slipped through scarred fingers and dropped to the ground. The host reached towards Majora’s mask with a black arm that was covered in elaborate etchings and ornamentation. After a moment, the cursed mask came loose before also dropping to the ground, clattering off the Deity’s mask. All sound was muffled save for the plip of blood drops staining the masks below as Time’s mind struggled to process the sight in front of him “…Wild?” he managed to wheeze out after a moment’s pause. This didn’t make any sense. Where did Majora go? And why was Wild standing right where-

Time’s thoughts ground to a halt as he looked lower. The helix blade wielded by the Deity, shaking slighting in his weakening grip, was rammed through Wild’s chest to the hilt.

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu wild #lu time #my writings #Me: I could write anything #Also me: I want to write this tho #Listen I had literally no clue this AU/fandom existed until after I beat Tears of the Kingdom #but I am already such a fucking sucker for Wild angst #and since I have already read through frankly an unreasonable amount of works on AO3 #(and holy shit yall are so talented omg).#I am making my own #fanfiction #cw violence #cw body horror #but its so slight I swear

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catboyidia · 5 months

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since ever crisis is doing a crossover with ix it made me think that maybe they’ll do events with other ffs too, and my fave is xv so heres my propositions for who i think would get who’s outfit

cloud: noctis, they’re both the main characters of their ff games so it just kinda makes sense, cause i can only assume thats what they did with the ix collab and giving cloud zidane’s(?) costume (i think but i might be wrong i know literally nothing about ix…)

zack: prompto!!! noctis’ best friend!!! silly little puppy dog men!!! i think zack would probably fit prompto the best overall

aerith: lunafreya! because luna’s dress reminds me of that one skin they already gave aerith, the wedding dress looking one! and i think aerith would look really pretty in luna’s outfit :) plus they’re both like the healer kind of characters

tifa: probably cindy i think, cindy’s outfit kinda reminds me of tifa’s bathing suit outfit (i’m not entirely sure why but it just kinda does) and that one feels more likely than pairing tifa with iris, but i do think tifa would look very cute in iris’ outfit too! its really hard to choose when theres only like… 3 women in xv

barret: gladio! they’re both just the buffest ones tbh… not really any other correlation but i think the outfit would look good on barret

sephiroth: ardyn… i just think it would be funny to see baby sephiroth dressed in *that* monstrosity! plus i think matching the villians would make sense like matching the mcs, like cloud and noctis! although actually i also think ravus’ outfit would totally suit sephiroth!!! like 100% it would look so good!!! (it would also further my seph/aerith sibling hc)(no i don’t actually think they’re siblings i just think the ideas fun and cute)

bonus: yuffie: iris!!! if tifa doesn’t get iris’ then i think yuffie would also suit it super well!!! i would love to see yuffie as iris, plus character wise it makes more sense to me for yuffie to be paired with iris than tifa getting iris…

bonus 2: rufus: ravus! since sephiroth as ravus wouldn’t really make sense, pairing the secondary “antagonists” does! plus they’re outfits are both really cool and mostly white and i just overall think rufus would look super good (i love both ravus and rufus a lot so i’m highly biased)

bonus 3: red xiii: ignis… i think it would be funny trying to get him into one of ignis’ suits… or, idk how they would do it, but umbra or pryna!

cursed bonus: hojo: verstael except hojo gets the verstael episode ardyn treatment where you find out that hojo in his younger years was actually a cute twink that looked similar to sephiroth

blessed bonus: if we say fuck gender and give them the main 4 we can have cloud/noctis, zack/prompto, aerith/ignis (i wanna see her in like any ignis outfit… the suits…), and tifa/gladio (IMAGINE! JUST THINK ABOUT IT! YOU SEE THE VISION! THE OPEN SHIRT?! SHE WOULD LOOK SO GOOD!)

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Knowing Stoker was queer certainly puts a new weight on the idea of Dracula's victims becoming damned through no fault of their own and Mina's "unclean" reaction to discovering herself rejected by the holy despite her own faith. idk. I just feel like that's an aspect of the monster that has always appealed most to me when exploring formerly human characters (and what it means about whether the 'holy' is right or fair).

Monsters have always been a perfect format for dealing with the fears of (and fears of being) the Other. Lucy and Mina both explored Stoker's fears and wants in that regard, I think. Lucy is fighting against her own demise and transformation/reveal as the Monster, surrounded on all sides by loved ones who treasure her as she is--and what she is is Acceptable. The Norm.

Until she becomes the Bloofer Lady in all her monstrosity. She must die to be saved/purified. This is Stoker's fear talking. Even in giving a sympathetic light to the execution, to the Suitors and Van Helsing, this is his fear, but masquerading under the lens of No, No, This is Right! This is Good! Look How On Your the Right Side I Am! I imagine a lot of his less xenophobic/racist biases, ala the ironic anti-New Woman quips from Lucy and Mina, were in the same vein. Look, look, I'm one of you!

But then he gets to the sheer escapism of Mina. Mina, who is his mouthpiece. Mina, who says all the Right Things about the New Woman movement and her fear at being the Monster and begging, so rightly and saintly, to DIE rather than be that Monster..! And the Suitors agree. And wise Professor Van Helsing agrees. And the burn from the holy wafer, i.e. God Himself, agrees.

But Jonathan--as much his own self-insert in the Castle Dracula scenes' homoerotic moments with the Count, but also clearly his daydream of an understanding, wholly loving and accepting beloved--Absolutely Refuses to Harm or Shun Mina. Period.

Jonathan would rather be damned with her than toss her and her Otherness away. They will be Other together.

What greater fantasy is there than that for the Other, be they fictional or the repressed hand writing them to life?

I love you. You are not wrong, you are not evil. And even if you were? I would love you just the same. Unconditionally. I will fight and kill and die to keep you safe, my love. You are worth it.

#time for emotions #mina harker #lucy westenra #jonathan harker #the Other #dracula #bram stoker #dracula daily

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ribbonzlace · 1 year

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Too Close ➣ (Vance Hopper x fem!Reader.)

Idk how people do fanfiction format on tumblr and I'm very confused so hopefully I'm doing this right💀💀

📞 age is gonna be set as 16.

(Yes this is based off the song by sir Chloe, I linked it I'm pretty sure. don't yell at me for it not being a 70s song ok this idea just popped in my head. I may or may not proofread this so if there's horrible writing / spelling, I told you so.

Summary: you and the one and only, infamous Vance Hopper grow close to each other, which Vance takes very personally since he's not close with anyone. When your toxic friends find out, they get into his head and make him think that he's nothing special to you.

Warnings/triggers: maybe violence??? Idk though, you all know how's Vance is soo..... Language,Toxic friends, insecurities, rumors,bad writing, lies, angst , fluff (?? Probably) if anything else that makes someone uncomfortable that's contained in this, please let me know so that I can add it Female reader, 2nd point of view .(You, your)

REQUESTS ARE HIGHLY APPRECIATED!!

You huffed under your breath, the crowds in the hallway rushing acting as tsunamis. A lot of the weaker people in the crowded space fell over or got pushed (intentionally or not,) onto the filthy tiled floor to get trampled on like trash on a busy highway. The people in the school where massively stingy and dull. It was very uncommon that someone had cared about the people around them WHILE still focusing on their love life, grades, etcetera. But the list was extensive of the people who had ONLY cared about themselves, quote on quote 'love life', aka being a well known player, anything that fell into the topic of this. And then there always comes with the few people who everybody bowed down to, or the people that everybody had cowered in corners when they heard the footsteps or words of a person that didn't want to be messed with. And then the occasional 'trash on a busy highway' ,aka the people who where on the beat list. You had been in the middle of it all. No, you weren't a bitch who played with people's feelings. Although you did wonder what it would be like to have a boyfriend, or someone to like you back, or like you first, but you didn't let those thoughts get in the way *almost.* you weren't a self indulgent asshole either. Sure, you did hold grudges against people at times, but you let them past you. You didn't know what category you fell into.

It never really occurred to you that you had hung out with people who where self indulgent, but they where also the people everyone bowed down to. You could say they where your friends, but they also treated you like dog shit. They used you. But you also could say that since you hung out with them, you had a good reputation. People did like you, admired you, wanted to be with you, but they only wanted to just for THEIR own reputation, or to show off, or for your looks. They wanted to be known for dating a pretty girl in their school, not for dating someone with a heart filled with gold. They just wanted the outside of you, not the inside. It hadn't been a crush for them, not a 'like' for them, just a shitty type or thrill for them. Not a good thrill. One of the only people that had been on your mind sometimes, would've been Vance Hopper. And you where guilty for thinking about him, in a romantic way especially. He was someone everyone feared, hell, he was a nightmare. A walking monstrosity. He would beat someone to a pulp if they even dared to let a grunt in his direction. And you hadn't known why you had a small hope of him, he was a bitch. He wouldn't like you in that way, let alone stare in your direction. You figured it was just a in-the-moment type of thing, not a crush, not a 'in-love' type of thing. If you where ever to tell someone about this little thing you had felt, they would either laugh in your face of disbelief, scoff, or think you where crazy. If you where to tell him he would laugh in your face, scoff, or just beat you to a pulp, until your eyes where swollen with redness and tears, and your lips busted, along with a bloody nose and bruises everywhere, and especially an aching heartbreak.

You could tell it was going to be a long, boring day. You shut your locker, a echo being clothed from all of the laughter and screaming from it. and let out a desperate sigh. When you shut your locker, a very well kept looking girl came into view. Her elbow propping her up against the locker as on of her squeaky cleaned white Mary - Jane's crossed over the other shoed foot. "Heyy, Y/N!" She cooed, venom lacing around the mention of your name. She had almost blinding worthy blonde hair, it being brighter than a badly bleached pair of nude colored jeans. You mentally groaned before saying "Heyy, Diane." (OOC: if that's your name, you can change hers to something else, this goes to any other made up character I make as well💀) you said nervously, with a hint of annoyance. ( OOC: Veronica Sawyer and Heather Chandler?!??? If you get the reference than I love you and you deserve a big kiss.)

"Did you need something?" The question lingered in both of your minds. "Well, uhm yes I did actually. " she gave a fake smile, and then continued. "Ya' know Bruce Yamada? Well, he told me he had a crush on you. But that's not all," she paused. "He wanted me to ask you if you could meet him at the park, 5:30 today. " she finished, and boy did she sound believable in that moment, and you actually believed her. "Really?" You'd ask, mostly for confirmation. A sparkling glint in her eye.

She nodded. The shrill sound of the bell filled the halls, and everybody walked to their classes. "Welp, gotta go. See you soon Y/N." She chirped, a devious tone on the tip of her tongue. You nodded, and watched her skip away holding her books so tightly you thought they would crush into smithereens, like an object under a hydraulic press. You walked the other way, heading to first period.

Time skip lmao

It had finally been the end of the school day, 3:00 pm. Kids rushed out the school doors, or carelessly shoved their books in their lockers, shut it, and did the same as everyone else. Some kids felt down the cement stairs as they ran to freedom. You put your books in the locker, and slammed it shut. And for a moment, you felt icy blue eyes staring at you. You turned around, your backpack hanging loosely off one shoulder. You made contact with the eyes. It was a long, sensational stare. It made a tingly feeling in your stomach. Vance looked you right in the eye and it felt like it had been hours, when really it was only just a few seconds. You where first to break the staring contest, as you got engulfed in the crowds of people as you joined in on the storm. You walked out the doors, feeling the fresh breeze hit your face. You walked to your bike, sitting in the metal holders on the side of the building. You slid the other backpack strap over your shoulder as you hopped on the bike seat and started riding towards your house.

The weather felt warm today, but it also looked autumn-ish as you watched orange and auburn colored leaves fall off the tree and either float amongst the breeze or fall to the pavement of the black pavement. The leaves that had fallen where crouched against the edges of the road end the side walk, mixed with some litter. The leaves that swept into the road got crunched under the tires of your bike, accepting their fate as they split from their whole. It took a few minutes your you to get home, but when you did get home you where exasperated and bored. You still remembered you had to meet up with Bruce. You walked up to your room, and looked thoroughly through your wardrobe, looking for an outfit that made you look at least a little presentable. You decided on brown bell-bottomed jeans with a small flower pattern stitched on the very bottom. You then picked out a striped long sleeve shirt, the stripes finned with a variety colors and repeating them after the first pattern on them was finished.

It didn't look like much, but it did look nice on you although it did not look like you where preparing for an occasion. You put on your black converse with a star pattern on the side of them and decided to go to the grab n go to pass time. Your parents wouldnt care and they wouldn't know because their at work, so it wouldn't matter if you where trapped in the deep depths of the earth, they wouldn't notice because their too busy caught up in their own personal life outside of their daughter. You hadn't cared, but the other half of you did find it to hurt a bit, more like a lot. The last time you remembered when you and your parents spent quality time together was when you where about 10 and a half. You guys went to a carnival that had been happening around that time, and you all went home that night with aching stomachs and dizzy minds that where filled with laughing gas. You guys had stayed up until 1 AM watching black and white grainy tv shows that had been confusing as hell. After your little fashion show of picking a cute outfit, you rode to the grab n go.

When you arrived, you pushed the shiny steel handle of the door and walked in, the entrance bell ringing and filling everyone's ears. It was sorta quiet in the medium sized snack shack, the only noise being the careless cashier lighting a cigarette, or video game noises being faintly heard from the back. You walked down the candy aisle, looking at all the appealing junk, this would lead you to the noise you heard without even knowing. You hummed as you reached the end of the isle, reading a label on the bright package. You picked it out, crumbled cash in your bell bottomed jeans pocket. You had about maybe 5 dollars and 12 cents. You weren't the greatest and counting money, but you'd still know enough to know what you could and couldn't afford. You turned around the corner of the aisle, accidentally brushing shoulders with a certain jeans jacket. You hadn't been as tall as him, your head maybe reaching his nose at most. It was kind of a hard brush, so when you guys turned around at the same time to figure out what that was, you locked eye's.

It was Vance.

He was about to say a very deep down spoken threat, until you got it to him first. "Ah, Vance. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. " you blinked and an apologetic tone laced around your words, filling his ears. His tense angry body relaxed in that moment, his eyes filled with hatred slowly filled up with love. "It's fine, " he mumbled sternly. You fumbled around with sentences in your mind as the pinball machine screen blinked 'Game Over' in red. You saw him look at the screen infuriatingly, kicking his foot at the machine in defeat because of some stupid distraction. He didn't know why he wasn't yelling at you right now, telling you off for ruining his game. He just felt something pulling him back from doing it. You looked at the anger in his eyes. "I could give you a quarter, if you want. " "Really?" He said eagerly. "Yea."You grabbed a quarter from your pocket and slid it into the pinball machine. You watched over his shoulder as his hands flicked one button to another at a fast pace. Your eyes then traced up to the etching of his hair. Sure, you've seen him around school a lot, but it was now or never to notice the details about him. You looked at the dirty blond strands leaking into the light ones, filling each layer of his long curly hair. The sun leaked through the window by the machine, shining brightly upon his head. You looked at the packaged candy in you hand and remembered why you came here in the first place and that it was a coincidence that he happened to be here. Except he was always here, and you always noticed his blonde hair sticking out in the back as he played pinball contently, with so much focus on the machine that it was unbelievable. You cleared your throat, he didn't look over but you knew he was listening.

"I gotta go, I have plans. Fun talk, maybe we should talk again." You knew you guys barely even had a conversation, let alone a talk. It was more of an invite or an excuse to have an actual friend. Even though he was a nightmare, he hadn't been a dick to you so far. He nodded, but a nervous expression overcame his face. You only saw it in the corner of your eye as you began to walk away. "Wait," he suddenly spoke up, now walking behind you leaving the pinball machine unattended, yet to lose another game again. You turned around, humming a soft "hm?" "Uh, you know your 'date' with Bruce? Well you should know that I was there when your friends where talking about it. Bruce never told what's her name to say that, he doesn't even like you. Your friends where planning to do some shit to mess with you, make you think he stood you up or something. " He blurted out. You watched his demeanor seemingly to try to be calm but his eyes flickered around frantically. He didn't want you to have to hear this from him, and he didn't want to watch you cry or something right in front of him and he would just stand there not knowing what to do.

But you where perfectly fine with what he just told you. You nodded and chuckled a bit, slapping your palm over your face with your free hand. He finally met your eyes. "I shoulda know she would've done something like this, your a life saver. " you said, slapping a hand over his shoulder gently and patting it. He tensed at the sudden touch, but then relaxed again. "Really?" He questioned, nobody would ever think of him as a life saver, let alone pat him on the shoulder. You nodded back at him, a smile curling between your lips. You picked another quarter out of your pocket and slid it between his hand, his heart fluttering at the touch.

"I'll see you tomorrow, have fun with your pinball game, don't get distracted again. " you remarked waving him off and walking to the cash register. He watched you watch away, gripping the quarter in his hand. He listened to the shrill ding above the door before putting the quarter in his jean jacket pocket. He wasn't going to spend the quarter on a pinball game. He was going to keep it, he thought.

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This is only part one lmao kinda a slow burn I'm hella tired right now though sooo......

Please tell me if you liked it and you guys can always request fanfiction ideas or anything like that!

#Spotify #the black phone x reader #vance hopper #the black phone #tbp era #tbp x reader #vance the black phone #tbp vance #vance hopper fanfiction #fandom tag #tbp tag #bruce yamada #bruce tbp

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obitv · 1 year

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i feel like. for the most part, pd fans dont think about the spirit world often. despite the ENTIRE ARC they spent there the ost people take away is mal = big evil guy and.. idk. the wispering woods Exists? but there is SO, SO MUCH going on there thats so much more important than youd think. just for starters

its a SERIES OF FLOATING ISLANDS IN A VOID, JUST LIKE FAUNA

mal? not so important there. his guide, ghoul (who we see a grand total of ONCE, in episode 10, and is mentioned again in episodes 11 and 12), is POTENTIALLY THOUSANDS OF YEARS OLD whereas mal i wouldnt put above 50, and thats even a stretch (i will get to the why later)

domains! those floating islands? all domains! ghoul? technically owns most of the domains! what does that mean? HE KNOWS EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENS THERE AND CAN CONTROL IT.

also i think everyone forgets this but william was, visually, in his wisp form the entire time they were there

oh also ghoul has dozens if not hundreds of paintings of a man who might be jason king (ORIGAMI) in his castle.

so. ive taken the time to compile most of the information i could find on mal, ghoul, the spirit world, the wisps, an more into a handy post because im fucking insane (note: im only up to e13, the smoke samurai fight, in my rewatch. this IS where the majority of spirit world facts come from anyway, but anything i mention that isnt from those episodes wont be in as much detail bc my memory is ass. if you remember more things, let me know!) (also also, im going to avoid bringing up deadwood as much as i can because.... i think ive talked about it enough 😭)

starting with: GHOUL!

lets be honest. theres a very small chance you even remember this guy exists. but he is FASCINATING

to start with, he has a.. symbiotic relationship with mal, from what ive seen. he needs mal to interact with the physical world, mal needs him to go to the spirit world. ill go into this more in mals section

aside from that, mal is NOT the first physical vessel ghoul's taken. its not clear when he began working with mal, or how many forms he had before, but he's one of many

(also just a note because it can definitely be confusing... ghoul and mal seem to share control over the castle, but before seeing that mal is waiting for them in the dining room everyone was focused on ghoul and mal was barely brought up. its not clear if the things they see in the castle before going in to mal were his choice or ghouls but... ill include the paintings here)

on that note: the paintings!

what the fuck is going on in there

so. yeah. ghoul has.. dozens. and i mean DOZENS, hundreds if you count that they repeat over and over, of paintings featuring a man with "blond hair and chiselled jawline" in various important historical events. they line the walls of the upstairs corridor (the one that seems endless) and are never brought up again

do i think this is jason king? well im not convinced they ARENT... i will touch on this again later just keep it in mind

jumping back to domains, ghoul seems to have.. some degree of control over all of them. at least in the part of the spirit world he rules over, which i assume is. why he rules it. going by the king stuff its like. he owns all the land and "rents" it out to other spirits

rent is a nicer word, since he can CURSE PEOPLE to control domains and dictate how they behave

thats why the carnival is evil, if you remember. ghoul cursed the carnival skeleton (the REAL groundskeeper) to rule the domain and attack anyone who entered

what the fuck

also ghoul is a king

when looking for ghoul in ashes book, despite the very low roll they got some VERY important info: ghoul (who, when we see him, is comapred to antivenom from spiderman) -

this guy

HE WAS A HUMAN KING. his name is mentioned ALL THE WAY through ashes book, from front to back. a picture of a man in royal garb, was labelled with his name

something.. happened. that turned him from that spirit world king to a monstrosity.

its also never made clear if the man in the paintings is ghoul? we dont get a description of the kings face in the book and we dont get a description of the mans clothes

also, finally: when theyre in the physical world, mal and ghoul essentially share a body, with the body turning into That Thing ^^ when ghoul is in control. ghoul HAS to take control to open portals to the spirit world - he does it to william, and cantrip mentions it too when they interrogate her

he also appears separately from mal when they take william to the spirit world, but we dont see him at all in any other domains so thats a small sample size

BUT he Does have a fucking. encyclopedic knowledge of domains (which ill talk about later). he "knows all of these places [domains]"

NEXT: MAL!

where do i fucking start.

basic mal facts: asshole, british, very powerful, knows far too much about the spirit world to make any sense

just a basic overview of his powers, btw:

he can create illusions, float/fly (in the spirit world, at least), ghostshape, go intangible, and mayyybe has some sort of connection to earth or gravity powers because theres one point where he makes the ground beneath someone burst up but also that mightve been a weird ghostshaping trick and im honestly too scared to think about that

basically he seems to have most of williams powers + illusions and whatever that ground trick was. the only things we havent seen are invisibilty (which considering mechanically its just a flavouring of an advantage which isnt technically a power, makes sense) and the wisp form, though id consider the ghoul transformation to b the equivalent of that

oh in case you forgot he can also FREEZE. TIME. william isnt affected by this but im not sure if that was because mal wanted him to see what happened or because spirit shenanigans

also little aside but while williams powers manifest as wispy blue flames, mals are always black lightning (his ghostshaping, most noticeably)

the biggest mal question is.. how does he. know all that shit? youd expect ghoul to be the one who actuall has the knowledge but mal is ALWAYS the one they deal with

now you may be wondering: why is this an issue? well the thing is. we dont actually know ANYTHING about mal. we dont know where he comes from, what he wants, how he met ghoul, if his powers are his own or all come from ghoul... none of it

what we can ASSUME: mal was alive when he made some sort of deal with ghoul, because he obviously had a physical body. my personal theory is that mal is (one of?) the previous owner of ashe's book, since so far that's the only thing we've seen that allows you to summon spirits and allow them to possess you, and its full of references to ghoul. and quite honestly the thought that theres MULTIPLE books like that is terrifying. so

ok i actually just came up with that one on the spot but if mal had a better understanding of the language the book is in than ashe and wasnt so afraid to use it then actually him knowing a shitton about the spirit world makes so much sense. what the fuck

bizly bizlychannel youre prying that theory from my fucking corpse im in love with it now.

so. yeah. presumably, mal and ghoul made some sort of deal, because they work together. its not clear if mal is working to get william on his side by his own volition or if ghoul wants him to, or if its like a "ghoul brought it up and mal decided to go for it because hes better at talking and also isnt a horrifying monster" but whatever. unlike william and the wisps (amazing band name) who fight fucking constantly because william never ASKED for his powers, mal is comfortable with them

another thing mal seems to have control over is ghouls castle. he lays out the red carpet and makes every door lead to the dining room and also makes it impossible to leave

specifically, irt all the doors going to the dining room, bizly said "if he can control this castle and where it goes, thats what he wouldve done"

the corridor upstairs (without the carpet, with the paintings) also goes on literally forever. you cant go back once you walk far enough you have to go through a door. i have no idea if this was mal or ghouls choice

another thing! specifically layed out on the walls next to the carpet ("things he specifically wanted them to see") is an ornate dagger in a glass case. which vyncent with a gun steals but i dont think is brought up again ??? also the wording made me feel like there shouldve been more items listed but since condi immediately started stealing he just didnt include the rest ?? unsure

this is just a weird thing to note but theres like these freaky black tendrils that grab the table and hold it down when dakota tries to flip it. i dont know what to do with this information its just there

when william confronts mal on how much the spirits seem to hate him and ghoul, mal says "that's not what im here for" and, when pressed, says thats "a conversation for another day"

DOMAINS! AND THE SPIRIT WORLD IN GENERAL!

first: basics

the spirit world is, from what we've seen, a collection of floating islands over a void. these islands seem to all be "domains", places that are controlled by special spirits

the spaces between domains is the dead zone! this is where people go when they die, like 99% of the time. going there without special means (the hot air balloon, the carriage) will kill you.

so, how do you get a domain? ah. good... question....

one way is to kill whoever currently owns it. then its yours! congrats! you can alsp give away domains, but the only time we've directly seen this happen was the groundskeeper who was also cursed at the same time and ghoul seems to still have some control over the carnival anyway??? unclear

which leaves. william fucking wisp. because he has a domain! i am not getting into it here because ive said it all already but its there

also a little worth noting that williams domains seems to be shaped subconsciously without him even knowing it was there

i honestly cant speculate much more on williams domain because we just. dont have the answers. i could ask domain questions all fucking day like "did the wisps give william a domain" or "by being a powerful spirit did he just get an empty one or was one created just for him" etc etc we have no way of knowing

domains we know about: williams graveyard, the carnival, ghouls castle, the wispering woods (perhaps a series of domains? unknown), and the tricksters... house thing. do not ask me what the chaos zone is, i dont know and it scares me. if i had to guess itd be a series of. well. chaotic domains perhaps all partially ruled by the trickster but i also dont have ANY trickster lore written down bar "has a domain" so ill come back to that another day

and the obligatory deadwood mention: from what we can gather, the woods surrounding deadwood are where the barriers between the physical and spirit worlds are thinnest. specifically the area william died in was brought up which is totally linked to Everything about him

the wispering woods, in ashes book, is described as a "sanctuary" or "oasis". barely anybody has ever seen it and come back to say what it was like

ok bonus fact time. i dont know where to put these

WILLIAMS DAD? MAD FUCKING SUS

when they first talk to mal in his domain, he says the phrase "william! be a sport, be a pal, be my friend." its specifically noted that william recognises that phrase as something his dad said to him a lot as a child

mal is also pretty much.. the only person to call william "wisperer" consistantly. but for that phrase he said william

additionally, this entire. interaction between bizly and charlie

ill go crazy if i dont bring that up. so its here

AND! FINALLY! JASON MOTHERFUCKING KING!!! WHAT IS UP WITH THAT HUH?

in williams party city doritos induced fever dream (i am not talking about that ghost. i refuse) he sees the spirit world (floating islands) and he sees a throne made out of paper. this reads very clearly like a reference to origami/jason king, since hes dead at the start of the story

also i just want to say there IS a rolled where they say how jason died but theyre laughing really hard so i have absolutely no idea what theyre saying all i can hear is "dickass" im so sorry

so yeah. with that image in mind, hearing ghoul be described as a king (who HAS A CASTLE), and having so many paintings of a man who sounds similar to jason (am i reaching? maybe. but hes also the only prominent dead figure who already has connections to spirit world royalty and hes blond so let me have this) is just like. insane coincidence

i have nothing i can really prove here, because have o idea HOW jason an ghoul could be connected. but they are. i know it. believe me

thanks for reading this far it took me 2 hours to compile it all. if you have anything to add esp from later episodes PLEASEEEE PLEASE DO also if you wanna discuss anything i mentioned here i am always down.

#prime defenders #jrwi #william wisp #mallard conway #jrwi pd #primedefenders #mypost #theorytag #hi. do you still love me. very sorry if parts of this are hard to read i dont proofread anything

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