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HOW TF DID DAVE SHOVED UP AN ENTIRE EGGPLANT(AN ACTUAL ONE,,,, AS FAR AS I KNOW) UP JACK'S URETHRA???????? ik i may not want to know,, but pls. did he have to fist him,, or smth?? nono,, how the fuck did he shoved it in Jack's penis(the urethra in the male body is in their penis/dick),, so like- how tf was he able to do that?? God his sleep might just made him crazy ig,, gods damnit— ✋
#dsaf jack#dsaf#dayshift at freddy's#dsaf dave#eggplant ending of dsaf#eggplant ending#jack kennedy#dave miller/william afton#dave miller#just a thought#time diary(?)#audrey/kellie's time diary#tw suggestive#like- really suggestive#tw penis#not really hut if you have a imaginative mind and can see it?? yeah. hshs#body horror tw#godsdamnit#just. honestly overall a trigger to some people: thanks for bringing this to my attention isthatafuckingcorpse
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Hi! I was the person before with earth shattering excitement that you write for Wade and I was wondering if you could write something with a gender neutral partner who has Tourette’s? If not it’s okay! But I have Tourette’s and it’s honestly exhausting. I get a lot of (deeply unwanted) attention because of it so it’s made me mildly agoraphobic and when I am out, I get really anxious, which in turn, triggers my tics more but there was one occasion that I had gone out with a group of friends (two of which I didn’t know very well and one that I had never met before that day- like a friend of a friend kind of thing) but when we walked into a shopping center, it hit me, and without even skipping a beat, the one I’d never met prior, just went ‘FUCK’ back at me and it was honestly so funny because it caught me off guard but because I tend to get a couple of stares, anytime it happened, he’d go out of his way to one up whatever my tic was, which most of them aren’t even swearing (a couple of times, it did triggered it more and one of the things he said has become a long term tic that still occurs) but for the most part, I was too amused to worry about other people and it was a fun outing with minimal anxiety but I was wondering if you could write something similar like that with Wade? But maybe he can tell when it’s getting too much for his s.o because I can’t speak for everyone with Tourette’s but it causes me a fair amount of pain and is just overall draining not just physically but mentally and emotionally too. I know the way that I put it at first made it sound silly, like it’s all fun and games, but it’s not in the slightest. So, maybe it could be something similar, but when Reader starts getting overwhelmed/their muscles start spasming (mine tends to manifest mostly in my neck) Wade completely shifts gears and is really gentle with them. He just holds them and talks them through it and maybe gives them his hoodie as like a sensory comfort thing until it passes and he helps them into a bath. I understand that this isn’t the kind of thing you usually write, so no pressure but it would mean a lot to see such a personal representation with my comfort character. Your writing is stellar by the way, you’re absolutely amazing!
Thank you so much for trusting me with this request, love 💜 I hope you enjoy it!
Centre of Attention || Wade Wilson
Wade Wilson x tourettes!gn!reader
Warnings: Where to begin...18+ only, nsfw, swearing, canon-typical Deadpool nonsense & violence, injuries (reader & Wade), mentions of blood, fluff
WC: 2k
You opened the fridge door and just managed to miss hitting with your forehead as your neck jerked, tossing your head forwards. Your stomach growled once again and you looked for something to eat but what little food there was looked completely unappealing so you closed it a little harder than you meant to, the jam jars rattling as the glass clinked. With a sigh, you pulled out your phone and called Wade, hoping he wasn’t too busy to answer the phone.
“Yello,” he answered happily, “what can I do you for?”
“Free, if you bring me home some food.” You replied before your tongue suctioned to the roof of your mouth and made a loud pop.
“God I love it when you use your tongue like that.” He groaned before shouting. “No, no, not the schlong!”
You heard a gunshot ring out, almost deafening you through the phone and Wade’s pained cry sounded more like he was in mourning than hurt. Your phone almost fell from your hand as your fingers bent to the shape of a gun and you mimicked the shots fired. “You alright there, baby? Bang! Bang!”
“Please hold the line, daddy’s gotta make somebody pay.” He whispered before Angel of the Morning started playing and you put the phone on speaker to listen while you waited for him to take you off hold.
It had just built up to the chorus and you were singing your heart out when the music died and Wade returned. “Goddammit.”
“Lose the…tip again?” You asked with a whistle between your words.
“The tip?” He gasped. “I’m six inches short of a sub sandwich and I have a gaping glory hole that needs to be sewn.”
Wade seemed to lose his dick more than any other body part but thankfully it didn’t take too long to regrow. Still, it had to hurt. You weren’t going to offer to sew his costume again, not after the last time when your arm muscles had spasmed and you pricked yourself with the needle.
“Are you going to be long? I’m, your daddy now, hungry.” You said as your head jerked and you felt the muscles beginning to ache at the repetitive tic.
“You could meet me at Sister Margaret's.” Wade suggested as he plugged the hole where his cock used to be, stemming the bleeding as he left the mangled remains of a cartel behind him. “And could you bring a change of clothes? Mei Mei’s red panda has nothing on this bad boy.”
You didn’t really want to go to Weasel’s bar because the wayward mercenaries usually left you with a few new tics, and some tended to last longer than others, but you found yourself agreeing when your stomach rumbled yet again. “Fine, but no blowjobs tonight.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He lied. “Oh, Dopinder just got here - I’ll see you soon.“
“See you soon.” You could hear the car door shutting as he climbed into the taxi and your hand slapped your chest leaving a burning mark in the shape of your hand. “I love you.”
“I love you more than a finger in my ass.”
“That’s a lot of love.” You laughed before ending the call and making your way to Sister Margaret’s School for Wayward Children.
Wade had beaten you there my seconds as you saw Dopinder’s taxi pulling away from the curb and you gave him a wave, but not without first raising your fist with your middle finger up. Your tics were already increasing just by being close to the chaotic atmosphere of the bar and the moment you opened the door your head jerks strained your neck muscles. The entire bar turned as you stepped inside, and raised their glasses with a shout of curses - bets laid to guess which would be the first out of your mouth.
Your elbow flew back, smashing into the brick wall behind you, and your eyes blinked uncontrollably with the pain radiating up your arm. You were overwhelmed with their attempts to trigger you and Wade noticed that you weren’t finding it amusing like you had on previous occasions. He slammed his glass down on the bartop with a shout for everyone to shut up and the raucous fizzled out, your palm slapping the already tender skin of your chest once again and a whistle piercing the air.
“Sorry, motherfucker cocksucker.” You apologised as you made your way through the crowd towards Wade as he came to meet you halfway.
“Don’t apologise to these sore losers.” Wade said, before pointing to the wager board that showed he won the bet with your first curse.
“What’s with the fanny pack?” You frowned as you looked at the pouch he wore low on his hips, your nose wrinkling in rapid succession until you felt like you needed to sneeze.
“What, this old thing?” He asked as he unclipped it and you saw the half healed wound that used to be his manhood. “Dee thinks it suits me.”
“Lord Little Dick.” You shouted before clipping the pack back in place. “Jesus, that’s bad. Are you sure it was a gun?”
“Believe me.” He nodded. “I saw that puppy up close and extremely personal.”
You took a seat at the bar where Wade had been sitting while he went and changed into the clothes you bought for him, Weasel making polite small talk while trying to diffuse the outcrops of fighting that arose sporadically. Your boyfriend arrived back just in time to see a steaming pile of something resembling nachos placed in front of you.
“Well that looks worse than I do.” He cringed as he picked up a corn chip that was saggy with a brown sauce of undetermined origins. “I can already taste the Hep B.”
You pushed the bowl away and Wade caught it before your hand shot out again to toss it all over the bench. He could see you weren’t your usual self and he sat down, pulling you between his legs so he could wrap his arms around you and keep your arms tight to your side. You started to relax in his tight embrace, his strength able to keep your sudden muscle tics from hurting yourself even more and you looked up at him with a grateful smile. His own smile grew until your head jerked forward, the crunch of his nose breaking under the force of your forehead, and he groaned as he tipped his head back.
“How come they get to have all the fun?” Patch complained as he pointed to you. “I want to break his nose.”
“Fuck off, Patch.” You growled as you grabbed a handful of napkins and wiped the blood running over Wade’s lips. “Bitch ass pussy.”
Your neck twisted painfully, again and again, before Wade forgot about his already healing nose and caught you. “It’s a bit much in here tonight, let's just pick up something on the way home.”
He pulled his hoodie up over his head before draping his arm over your shoulder and leading you out to the quieter streets not far from where you lived. You laughed as he started beatboxing, watching the few people who had been staring at you as you whistled and popped your lips turn their attention to his horrible sounds. He grinned as he heard your laugh, the bystanders already a distant memory thanks to him and his distractions.
“No one gets to outshine Wade-wikiwiki-Wilson.” He boasted as he pretended to scratch a vinyl until he spotted the local pizza joint still open. “Not even you. Pizza?”
You were almost at the point where you would eat anything, except Weasel’s nacho’s, but there was a crowd of drunk people filling the pizza parlour and you dreaded stepping inside. Wade felt his hand get tugged as he found you weren’t following and turned to see your wide eyes riddled with anxiety. It was a small space and you knew you would not hold in your tics long enough to have your order cooked, you knew you would once again be the centre of attention.
Dropping your hand, Wade pulled his hoodie over his head and bared his scarred face to the world. “Put this on, hun, I got you.”
You knew he didn’t like how he looked just like he knew how wearing his hoodie calmed you, this was his killing two birds with one stone - you were calm and they had something more intriguing to stare at. There were a few side glances when you ticked but most of their attention was firmly fixed on Wade as he ordered a Ham and Pineapple pizza for himself before ordering your usual.
You were exhausted as you stepped over the threshold and back into your own safe space, Wade following with the food and a bag of Epsom Salts from the 7/11 on the corner. You helped yourself to the pizza as you dropped onto the couch and listened to Wade singing to himself in the bathroom. You were starting to wonder what he was doing until he popped out and ate half of his pizza in under 60 seconds before darting back into the room.
Your neck was sore but your stomach was full and you were happy that at least one problem had been solved by leaving the house. You curled yourself deeper into Wade’s hoodie, tugging the strings so only a small ring of vision could be seen and his scent enveloped you. It was only when you saw his knees come into that peephole that you looked up, gasping at the sight of his ¾ sized penis regrowing before skipping straight to his face.
“Up, up.” He said as he pulled you to your feet, his hands already reaching for the hoodie and lifting it up your body. “You did so well coming out tonight but now it’s time for you to relax, have a nice hot bath, then daddy’s gonna massage you alllllll over.”
He left your clothes scattered all the way to the bathroom before climbing into the steaming water and promptly jumping back out. “Yup, that’s boiling. Ow, ow, should have checked that first.”
You couldn’t help laughing at his silliness as you ran the cold tap and checked the temperature, the floor getting wet as you splashed the surface at Wade. “Shit, sorry.”
“Stop apologising.” He soothed as he began to massage the tight muscles at the top of your back until you were moaning as he relieved the tension. “You’re so tight.”
“Stop it.” You chuckled as he moaned in your ear and whispered innuendo’s. “Bath’s ready.”
He kissed your neck softly before taking a seat in the hot water, spreading his legs so you could fill the space between. The water was perfect and you could smell the Epsom Salt in the steam, hoping it would absorb into your muscles and ease the remaining tension from them. Wade pulled you back against his chest and cradled your arm, seeing the blossoming bruise on your elbow, and he held it through the tics that twitched along it.
You looked over your shoulder as you felt the throes reaching your spine. “Can you hold me, please?”
He answered with a nod and a kiss to your forehead as he wrapped his arms over yours and around your waist, his legs around yours, the comfort like your own perfect swaddle. “Course I can, hun, anything you need.”
#wade wilson x reader#deadpool x reader#gn!reader#wade wilson imagine#deadpool imagine#deadpool fanfiction#tourettes!reader
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HEADCANONS REQUEST: ❝autistic S/O.❞
[ Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia ]
[ Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto, Kirishima Eijirou ]
「Headcanons of Bakugou, Todoroki and Kirishima with an autistic S/O.」
BAKUGOU KATSUKI
♤ Bakugou will burn the whole world for you if he had to. Everyone thinks that this guy is just too loud, aggressive, and intense but he's the complete opposite with you. Of course, your first impression was that he was loud. Not to mentions, he kind of seemed like an asshole with all the name-calling and yelling he does every single time. Sometimes you think that he's just constantly angry no matter what. You avoided him as much as you could at first, not liking how loud he normally is. He's gotten into trouble for being too loud, scolded by his friends since it drew a negative reaction from you. And he actually tones down for your sake.
♤ As your boyfriend, he tries his hardest for you. He always plays it cool and confident to keep up his image but in reality, he's super worried about you. The first thing he does was to become a better person by learning about you and your autism. He doesn't want to corner you and ask you multiple questions, not wanting to make you feel uncomfortable. So he decides to do his research on autism. Some of his friends had caught him reading books about it and glancing at you occasionally. It ended up with him denying it but everyone was touched to know how much Bakugou cares about you.
♤ Stimming? Man, he's somehow happy to see you do it but he makes sure that you're not harming yourself. He loves it when you’re playing with his fingers but he's lowkey insecure of his hands because it can get sweaty at times. Bakugou may not be able to comfort you with words but his actions speak volumes. He gives the best hugs and lets you play with hands and hair whenever you feel a bit anxious. He helps you explore ways to stim and ended up buying a lot of things for you. But honestly, he likes it when you rely on him to calm your nerves instead of some inanimate object.
♤ This guy never shows interest when someone is talking to him unless it was something that concerned him but when it comes to you, he listens to everything. His friends always complained about how he only pays attention to you and no one else but really, it's a good thing that he only has eyes for you. You may talk constantly about specific things that interest you and be completely unaware that Bakugou might not have the same level of interest. But no, he lets you talk as long as you want, he finds it cute that you can talk so much despite having trouble with normal social interactions.
♤ Overprotective? He's definitely an overprotective boyfriend. He literally yells at others to keep it down when they're being a bit too loud. Bakugou always has this urge to protect you whenever you're outside together. There were very rare occasions where you go out on dates and he's always on alert. The moment he sees a huge crowd, he will steer you away from it and ensure that nothing gets in your way. He's really great at getting you out of situations that overwhelm you and he's surprisingly good at comforting you. All he wants is the best for you and to become the boyfriend you deserved.
TODOROKI SHOUTO
☆ A good boy who understands how you feel. Hate crowds and sudden loud noises that make you jump and cover your ears? Prefer being alone with very few people accompanying you? Having trouble communicating with people? Yep, Todoroki understands it all. This guy enjoys his time with you, he finds your presence comforting since you understood his feelings the best. You two will be sitting side by side just enjoying the silence and avoiding noisy situations. Todoroki is quiet by nature so you never have to worry about him raising his voice all of a sudden like the others.
☆ Super honest with his feelings and when it comes to initiating affection, he always asks for consent. Todoroki is usually blunt with his feelings and he's super patient with you. On the rare occasion you didn’t catch or understand what he was saying, he has no problem repeating and attempting to make things clearer for you. So you really never have to worry about Todoroki getting impatient with you. Really, this kid has the patience of God himself, it makes you wonder what you did in your past life to deserve him. That being said, Todoroki is still the better one at communicating compared to you so he's always the one taking orders during dates.
☆ Consent is super important to him, this guy is deprived of touch for so long. His mother was out of the picture for quite a long time and his father was not the type to dote on him so you get the point. He always asks for consent before touching you. His touch is always gentle and cautious as if one wrong move will trigger you. He just loves it when he holds your hand, you instantly intertwine your fingers with his. He finds it cute how you would swing your hands while you both walk together. He likes it when you get all nervous when he asked if he could kiss you.
☆ Oh my god, this boy will get so flustered if you stim by toying with his fingers. You're just too adorable for him when you happy stim, it tugs his heartstrings. He tries to learn more about autism together with you, thinking of it as a way to communicate with you and to get to know you even better. But of course, there were things that he couldn't learn from you, he decides to read more on the internet or even ask his friends. When you stress or panic stim, he stresses and panics too. He's just so afraid that you might end up hurting yourself and feels very upset that you are feeling this way. He gives you the warmest hug and tries to calm you down.
☆ When you're info-dumping ― Todoroki likes that call it likes that ― you always pull him down to sit next to you. Todoroki can actually sense when this is going to happen and often brings you to his or your room. The two of you will sit side by side as you go on and on about whatever. Todoroki might not really know what you were talking about at first but he's listening to everything. He might not catch most of what you were saying but just seeing you look so enthusiastic and smiley is enough to make him smile. Overall, your relationship with Shouto is made of understanding each other, patience and trust. You both are a match made in heaven.
KIRISHIMA EIJIROU
♡ Kirishima knows that he can be loud sometimes but he's nothing compared to Bakugou's volume of course. He's naturally friendly and cheerful so his voice can get a bit loud sometimes. Feels super guilty and apologetic when he notices that his loud voice made you uncomfortable. He will lower down his volume whenever he's with you, keeps his distance, and ensure that you don't feel pressured at all. Doesn't hesitate to tell people around to quiet down in your presence, he knows that his group of friends can get a bit noisy. He wants you to get along with his friends and as much as he loves his friends, he cares about your well-being. Plus, his friends are nice and they understood your situation.
♡ Always has his eyes on you, like all the time! Even Aizawa has ratted him out for staring at you too much in class. But this is because he worries about you. He will fight anyone who dares to disrespect or make fun of you in any way. He never forces you to go out on dates with him. This boy is content on staying indoors, enjoy a good movie and snacks with you. But when he goes out with you, he orders food for you and asks things on your behalf. Basically, he does all the talking for you especially knowing how nervous you get. It's as if he's your father or something. Kirishima is more of an overprotective dad than a boyfriend at this point.
♡ This guy is big on affection. Though he’s really touchy, he never really initiates anything first. He knows that you sometimes have trouble showing affection back and can get a little jumpy when he just hugs you out of the blue. Kirishima has his own way of telling that he has your consent, he's been with you for quite a long time so there were the signs. Things like when your pinky brushes against his, you want to hold his hand. When you scoot a bit closer while you're both sitting side by side, you want to cuddle. This boy never forces you out of your comfort zone because he prioritizes your well-being.
♡ He doesn't really get it when you're stimming at first, he had questioned your behavior once and you told him how you're doing this to calm your nerves. Kirishima eventually finds the little things you quite cute. He slowly learns what stims you like to do when you're uncomfortable and he will be there by your side doing it with you in hopes of making you feel better. He never cared what kind of things you like to do. You were always repetitive, you always suggested the same movie and anime to watch, he was fine with it. You wanna eat [Favorite Food] again? Go to that little cafe that serves [Favorite Drink] every weekend? He's all for it.
♡ You want to talk about potatoes for over an hour? Hope you don't mind him doing other stuff at the same time. He loves listening to you while he does something else. Most of the time, he would be working out or something while you ramble about something. Different from Bakugou and Todoroki, Kirishima is more of a reactive listener. He shows genuine interest in what you're talking about. He will try to get into all the things you like because he wants to be able to talk to you about it ― plus he can see you look so excited and all cute.
Total: 1739 words
Published: 25.07.2021
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✂ Pairing: Yandere! Prince! Rengoku Kyōjurō x Reader
✂ Word Count: 2,8k+
✂ Trigger Warnings: Possessiveness, implied abuse
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I've seen a lot of people wrote Cinderella au, so I want to try my hands on it.
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“I've never had clouds follow me each day. Years of sun that never went away. I lie here awake but I'm not one to pray. Everything's changed and now I'm not okay.” - Bring Me Home [G Flip]
Compared to some people down the streets, your living situation was much better than they could ever wish for. You still had a roof over your head, clothes – regardless of how dirty and rugged they were – to cover your body, food to sate your hunger, and a room to sleep in. You knew that, and that’s why you endeavored to seek a silver lining in your life. Anything to give you hope that miracles did exist, and everything you’d done all this time wasn’t meaningless.
But there were some days where gratitude was hard to practice, and you felt as if the agony you experienced would never end. You wanted to give up, and at the same time, you couldn’t afford to allow pessimism to dominate your life. Today was one of those days, unfortunately, where your stepmother seemed to act crueler and more sadistic than you could handle. Perhaps it was the stress of picking the right dresses for her daughters or the excitement at the prospect of the prince noticing them and the luxury they’d get to experience in the palace.
Nevertheless, your ‘family’ was overjoyed with the invitation despite the – honestly unnecessary – agitation they displayed over the preparation.
“Ma, it’s too tight!”
“Hush, now.” Your stepmother scowled as she proceeded to tighten the corset on Junko's back. “A sacrifice has to be made if you want to attract the prince.”
The younger sister whined again, while the older one, Ryōka, admired her polished appearance in the mirror.
“My, I certainly look ravishing tonight.” she puffed, caressing her sides sensually. “I’m sure I’ll be the one the prince chooses later. I mean, who doesn’t want this kind of body?”
“No! It’ll be me, instead!” Junko interjected vehemently, clenching her fists.
“Be quiet, both of you!” Your stepmother growled as she pinched the bridge of her nose. “If I see any of you causing a ruckus at the party, I swear I’ll spank you.” The sisters fell quiet from the threat, but the older woman ignored their blanched faces and snapped her head towards you. “[Name], don’t just stand there like an idiot. Make yourself useful and clean this mess!”
You hurriedly nodded and scampered to grab the broom. As disheartening as it was to watch them fussing with themselves and chatting excitedly about the party, you still had work to attend to. Work that never ceased and always piled up on an invisible desk. On one hand, you were happy with their departure. You finally had some time left for yourself at home!
On the other hand, however, you wanted to join them, too. You wanted to see the palace from up close. You wanted to see what the prince and his family looked like. You wanted to wear a gorgeous dress and meet new people.
You wanted to… you wanted to be free, for once.
“What’s wrong, dear? You look disgruntled.” A playful voice asked. Looking up, your eyes widened when they landed on a beautiful yet tiny woman with wings fluttering on her back. Black locks that faded to purple flowed behind her, tied into some kind of a unique style. Large, pupil-less eyes that reminded you of an insect's stared down at you patiently. Occasionally, long eyelashes would caress her pale features when she blinked. Despite her overall cute looks, you sensed mischief in her aura. “Hello!”
You blinked in surprise, and hesitantly returned her hearty greeting. “H-hello…” you murmured and glanced around as if hoping someone would explain to you who the heck this woman was and how did she get here without your knowledge. Maybe she managed to slip inside when your stepmother opened the door earlier? But, shouldn’t any of your sisters notice her? It wasn’t every day you got to witness a fairy in person, after all. “Um, who are you? And how did you come here? All the windows are locked, you know?”
The diminutive woman clasped a hand over her rosy lips and chortled. “Worry not, sweetheart, I’m not here to hurt you.” she chirped, effortlessly dodging the questions. You weren’t sure if you wanted to know her answers, either. Her presence was already hard to swallow, anyway. “Believe it or not, I’m here to help you!”
You frowned in bewilderment. “Help me?”
She nodded merrily, beaming. “Yes, I’m here to help you go to the palace and get the prince!”
You sputtered and frantically flailed your hands as though it could change her opinion. “N-no, you got it all wrong! I’m not–” Your cheeks heated up when she leaned forward and hummed in mock questioning, urging you to continue with your nonsensical rambling. “I-I don’t like him that way, alright? I don’t… I don’t even know what he looks like.”
“And that’s why I’m here to realize your dream.” She finally glided back once she had enough teasing you with her knowing stare. “To start it all, you need a beautiful attire to complement your features and body!”
She waved her wand, and immediately, sparkles surrounded your body and changed the rags into the prettiest gown you’d ever seen. The straps hung loosely on your arms, while the bodice hugged your body perfectly and revealed the right amount of cleavage. A silver necklace dangled on your neck, glittering in the dim moonlight that passed through the windows. The color of the dress darkened from bright yellow to fiery orange, whereas your gloves were pearly white. The fairy merely smiled at the confused glance you shot her. It wasn’t as if you disliked the color, but you suspected a hidden motive somewhere.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” she inquired, hands clasped behind her.
You opened your mouth to question her singular choice before sighing. “Yes, it is. Thank you very much… fairy.”
Her amiable smile widened as her eyes narrowed slightly. “You’re welcome~!”
The next few minutes, she completed your looks with a pair of glass shoes and transformed a mere pumpkin into a magnificent carriage. She explained to you that the magic would disappear once the clock struck twelve, and you needed to leave before the predetermined time. Despite the crushing realization that your ‘freedom’ was only temporary, you still heeded her warnings nonetheless. There was no reason for you to disregard the consequences just because she’d helped you. At least, you could try to appreciate her assistance, even if it came out of thin air. And because a simple thank you just wasn’t enough to describe your gratitude.
“Bye, [Name]! I hope you have a delightful night!”
You chose to bite your tongue from asking about how did she know your name when you didn’t remember giving her and waved instead. Slowly, her figure grew smaller and smaller with each distance the carriage took until she was merely a sparkle among the fireflies. You smiled sadly as you rested against the plush couch, musing about how lucky you were to meet such a kind woman. Maybe God finally took pity on you for once? Whatever it was, you thanked her from the bottom of your heart and hoped you could talk to her again.
Hopefully, as a friend.
Unfortunately, your little praying session was cut short when the horse suddenly stopped in front of a humongous building. The coach opened the door to your left and extended a hand. You tentatively accepted his help, unaccustomed with the gentlemanly gesture, and climbed out of the carriage. You gawked at the extravagance, the guards that stationed in every door, and the elegant guests. Gripping the skirt of your dress, you wondered if it wasn’t too late for you to return to your home. You felt so out of place, like an alien. What if someone noticed your ineptitude and kicked you out?
But going home meant wasting the fairy’s hard work, and although you doubted the probability of your second meeting, you refused to disappoint her.
Swallowing the ball of nerves that clogged your throat, you steeled yourself and shakily entered the palace. You thought you caught a couple of guards sending suspicious glances in your direction, but you quickly shook your head to dispel the image. Don’t think about unpleasant things, and you should be fine.
At least, that was what you hoped until someone approached you.
“Hello, hello!” Your heart nearly leaped out of its cage when a trenchant voice boomed. Was it just your suspicion or were you being jumpier and more airheaded today? A tall man with yellow hair and red streaks stood in front of you, smiling widely. “You have a unique dress there, Miss. I like it! It reminds me of my hair color.”
His hair…
Did that meant this person was–?
“T-thank you...!” Almost instinctively, you bowed to hide your flaming cheeks. That cheeky fairy…! She should’ve told you earlier! How would you suppose to act now?! “I’m… I’m glad you like it, Your Highness.”
Oh, great. Now you acted as if you were trying to grab his attention. At this rate, you wouldn’t be much different than your sisters.
The princess laughed exuberantly, but you detected no mockery of your apparent nervousness. Only genuine amusement and… interest? You shook your head and clenched the dress. He must be interested due to your striking garment, not because of who you were. The thought both dismayed and relieved you.
“You’re quite an entertaining one, Miss.” Extending a hand, he beamed. “May I have this dance?”
Dance?! Oh, no. How could you forget about this important detail? Don’t accept, don’t accept, don’t accept –
“… S-sure.”
Darn it. Now you were going to embarrass yourself in front of him, you just knew it. How could you expect an ordinary girl, whose job was housekeeping, to suddenly be able to dance flawlessly?
But it wasn’t too late. You just… you just needed to follow his lead. You were going to make a lot of mistakes, but as long as you appeared to focus on his movements, he’d surely overlook your clumsiness. Hopefully.
The prince ushered you to the center of the ballroom, and only now did you realize that the guests had long stopped doing their activities and were staring at you. The sheer intensity, ranging from envy to curiosity, encumbered you. However, he squeezed your hand gently as a sign of reassurance and smiled cordially.
“Just focus on me,” he whispered as he wrapped an arm around your waist and brought you close to him. You knew it was part of the dance, and yet, you couldn’t help the way your heart thundered at the seemingly intimate gesture. “and you’ll soon forget them.”
You weren’t sure if it was that easy to disregard the plethora of guests standing on the sidelines – you weren’t him who was used to the attention – but you nodded anyway. The fact that the prince of Rengoku had gone out of his way to invite you to dance was flattering enough, so you just had to humor him in return.
“May I know the name of my partner?” he inquired after a short period of adjustment. He chuckled when you accidentally stepped on his foot and dismissed your flustered apologies.
“[N-Name], Your Highness.” you murmured bashfully, the minor flaw mortified you beyond belief.
“Now, now, no need to be so formal. Just call me Kyōjurō.”
You stared into his dilated eyes, mentally inquiring the reason behind the abrupt informality. Wouldn’t it be rude of you to call a prince by his first name? But he didn’t seem to mind, so that should be fine… right?
“Ah, alright… Kyōjurō.”
His already wide smile expanded as he squeezed your hand, satisfied with your immediate albeit reluctant compliance. Kyōjurō knew, the moment he laid his eyes on your skittish figure – so foreign yet precious – you were quite the meek one. The way you constantly looked around, alert at the slightest hint of disturbance, suggested that this was the first time you attended a party. And, probably, his home itself.
Kyōjurō wasn’t a fool. He’d studied too many books about body language to know that you didn’t belong here, that you acted far too nervous for the typical noble. You were probably a peasant that somehow got invited, and regretted coming once you saw the environment.
Though, it didn’t mean that you couldn’t familiarize yourself. Given enough time, he was certain that you’d be accustomed to the royal life and its benefits.
The rest of the night was spent with an impromptu dance lesson, laughter, and small talks. Due to his easy nature, you almost forgot that he was still a prince underneath; someone that you wouldn’t have the courage to talk to otherwise. And, for a moment, you were led to believe that he was some kind of a long-lost friend. The kind of friend that you always wished to have.
Until the clock struck, shattering your fairy tale that he silently weaved with his persona.
“I-I’m sorry, Kyōjurō, but I need to go.” You tried to release your hand from his grasp, but shockingly, he refused to budge. “Kyōjurō, my mother is waiting for me at home.”
No, she didn’t. But a tiny voice told you that something was wrong with him, and of course, your stepmother would definitely blow a fuse once she learned about your disappearance.
“I can send a guard to relay her a message that her daughter has been chosen as my future wife.”
You faltered, and Kyōjurō took this as an opportunity to pull you towards him and hug you as tightly as he could.
“W-what are you talking about, Your Highness?” Perturbed, you’d unknowingly reverted to the formal title, much to his displeasure. “I don’t… I don’t understand! What do you mean by ‘chosen’? I’m not… I’m not going to marry you, am I? That’s just impossible.”
“[Name],” For the first time in his life, Kyōjurō faked a smile. Not that you’d be able to differentiate it from his usual demeanor, though. “don’t you know what the purpose of this party is?” When you shook your head, he grinned knowingly. Every guest knew, except you. And that just proved his theory right. “It’s to find a perfect candidate for my future spouse. And I’ve picked you, among these women.”
You balked at him and attempted to claw his hand had he didn’t catch your wrist.
“No, I refuse! You can’t just… decide something without my permission!” Despite your ardent rejection, your voice wavered as desperate tears gathered in the corner of your eyes. You wondered why nobody rescued you from him, or if his status intimidated them too much. “Your Highness, please…! Let me go. I want to go home, please! Just search someone else instead, please!”
“So you could return to your ordinary life?”
You gaped at him, and you both watched as the dress that flattered your body reverted to its normal rugs. Somewhere in the outside, you could hear the guards shouting about ‘a carriage that turned into a pumpkin’ and ‘a rat’. The events that occurred were too much for you to bear, and for the first time in your life, you broke down publicly.
In the balcony of Rengoku palace, you collapsed right before his eyes and bawled. Your hair was a mess, bruises discolored your body, and your eyes were bloodshot, but you didn’t care. You couldn’t bring yourself to care about anything anymore. Why should you, when you’d revealed to him that you were merely an imposter? An alien that could never fit in this stately environment. A peasant whose skills were only housekeeping and surviving.
No, you sobbed. You really didn’t fit anywhere, did you? Not even your closest family, who instantly rejected you once your father died. Why did he have to die? Why did your parents have to leave you alone at their vicious hands? This was unfair. You wanted to go with them, too.
“Sssh… it’s okay, it’s okay.” Kyōjurō crouched beside you and patted your back as though it’d magically fix everything that ruined you. “Everything’s going to be alright, now.” No, it didn’t, but you couldn’t utter that. The tears had yet to run out, after all. “I’ll ensure that you live comfortably with me.”
You didn’t respond, but the fact that you no longer opposed him and accepted his affection was enough for him. Caging you in his tender embrace, Kyōjurō closed his eyes and relished the proximity.
Searching the culprit to your abuse should be the first step to establish your new life, but he could do that later. For now, he needed to bring you to your shared room so you could have a proper rest. He knew just how exhausting crying could be to your body, and he didn’t want you to fall asleep during your ‘heart-to-heart’ conversation later.
Junko: 順子
Ryōka: 良華
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The Girl out of Time
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Background: Willow Roffe was born and raised in Brooklyn. She lived her life as happily as she could with her two childhood best friends Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers. When they both left her to join the military she tried to continue with life but that didn't get to happen for her for the simple fact that she meant something to James Buchanan Barnes.
Rating: Story will be overall MATURE but not every chapter. There will be strong language, talk of both mental and physical abuse, some good ole angst, and smut. There will be a warning at the beginning of the chapter when it includes smut.
Chapter 39
*Two Years Later*
It's been a total of five years since the snap and half the universe turned to dust. Five long years that Steve, Nat, and the remaining avengers have been trying everything to fix what happened. The only one not invested in fixing things was Tony. I couldn't blame him though. He had everything he ever wanted. He had a nice quiet simple life with Pepper and their daughter. He hasn't lost what he loved most like some of us.
As much as Steve wanted me to keep faith in him it had slowly slipped away. I trust Steve with my life and my daughters life but I don't believe he can fix what happened. The people we lost in the snap are gone forever. Everyone just needs to accept that so the universe can try to move on.
"Uncle Stevie!" Sarah shouted as she ran through the complex.
I noticed it wasn't an entirely playful shout or run. She seemed to have an actual purpose. I got up and followed swiftly behind her into the office where Nat and Steve were clearly in the midst of something.
"Uncle Stevie!" Sarah shouted to get his attention.
"Yes little soldier" he sounded exhausted.
"Someone's here" she said matter of factly.
"What?" We all questioned her at the same time.
"Someone's here. I saw the van driving up the road." She said sweetly.
Just then the speaker crackled. The monitor lit up showing us a view of the front door. A man appeared on screen. He looked familiar but I couldn't place him.
"Oh! Hi! Hi! Is anyone home? This is Scott Lang! We met a few years ago! At the airport! Germany. Antman!" The man shouted towards the camera.
Nat, Steve, and I all shared a confused look. Steve took off towards the door while Nat and I stayed back with Sarah. Sarah tugged at my shirt until I looked down at her.
"Who's the funny man?" She asked.
"He's another friend of ours from work." I told her simply.
"Another superhero?" She asked perking up instantly.
"Yea, apparently he's Antman." I shrugged glancing at Nat.
We met up with Steve and Scott in the lab of the complex. The guy looked completely lost and kind of out of it. He mumbled to himself as he paced back and forth. Steve and I shared a confused look.
"Scott, are you okay?" Steve finally asked.
Scott rubbed his hands together as he turned to look at us. He looked completely freaked out.
"Yea" he rubbed his face.
"Have any of you guys ever studied quantum physics?" He asked suddenly serious.
"Only to make conversation." Nat answered.
"Okay, so, five years ago, right before, Thanos. I was in a place called the quantum realm. The quantum realm is like its own microscopic universe. To get in there you have to be incredibly small. Hope, she's my, uh, she was my, uh, she was suppose to pull me out. And then Thanos happened and I got stuck in there." Scott explained
"I'm sorry that must have been a very long five years." Nat said softly.
"Yea, but that's just it. It wasn't. For me it was five hours. See the rules of the quantum realm aren't like they are out here. Everything is unpredictable. Is that anybody's sandwich?" Scott suddenly stepped over to the desk and grabbed the half of sandwich laying there.
"I'm starving" he added.
"Scott, what are you talking about?" Steve asked him.
"What I'm saying is, time works differently in the quantum realm. The only problem is, right now, we don't have a way to navigate it. But what is we did? I can't stop thinking about it. What if we could somehow control the chaos? What if we could navigate it? What if there was a way that we could enter the quantum realm at a certain point in time then exit the quantum realm at another point in time? Like before Thanos." Scott explained quickly.
"Wait, are you talking about a time machine?" Steve asked.
"No, no, of course not. No not a time machine. It's more like, um, yea, like a time machine. I know it's crazy. It's crazy. But I can't stop thinking about it. There's gotta be some- it's crazy." He stopped shaking his head like he was defeated.
"Scott, I get emails from a raccoon. So, nothing sounds crazy anymore." Nat said simply.
"So who do we talk to about this?" Scott asked.
“Tony?” I asked turning to Steve and Nat.
“Definitely” Steve nodded.
I gathered up Sarah to put her in the car. By the time I had her buckled in the others were coming out. Steve drove us to Tony’s cabin which he now called home with Pepper and their daughter Morgan. It would be nice for Sarah to get at least a few minutes with another kid.
When we pulled up Tony was stepping up onto the porch with Morgan in his arms. He turned around knowing who was here immediately. I unbuckled Sarah then stepped back letting her run over to Morgan.
“Sarah!” Morgan cheered happily.
The two girls collided in a hug and giggles.
“Why don’t you take Sarah inside and show her all your toys.” Tony told Morgan.
The two girls nodded then ran hand in hand into the cabin. We stepped up on the porch to talk to Tony. There was a moment of tense silence that was broken by Pepper bringing out a tray of glasses and a pitcher of what looked like tea. Once Pepper was inside Scott instantly started explaining the time travel scenario to Tony.
“We know what it sounds like.” Scott finished when he saw Tony’s face.
“Tony, after everything you’ve seen, is anything really impossible?” Steve asked.
“Quantum fluctuation messes with the Planck scale which then triggers the Deutschland Proposition. Can we agree on that?” Thank asked as he poured a cup of tea.
He handed the cup to Steve.
“Thank you” Steve said softly.
“In layman’s terms, it means you’re not coming home.” Tony said flatly.
“I did” Scott pointed out.
“No. You accidentally survived. It’s a billion-to-one cosmic fluke. And now you wanna pull a.. What do you call it?” Tony asked Scott.
“A time heist?” Scott said as a question.
“Yea, a time heist. Of course. Why didn’t we think of this before? Oh, because it’s laughable. Because it’s a pipe dream.” Tony said in disbelief as he sat in one of the wicker chairs.
“The stones are in the past. We could go back, we could get them.” Steve told him.
“We can snap our own fingers. We can bring everybody back.” Nat told them.
“Or screw it up worse than he already has, right?” Tony corrected.
“I don’t believe we would.” Steve said crossing his arms over his chest.
“Gotta say it. I sometimes miss that giddy optimism. However, high hopes won’t help if there’s no logical, tangible way for me to safely execute said time heist. I believe the most likely outcome will be our collective demise.” Tony explained.
“This is ridiculous there has to be a way to do this.” I told Tony.
Scott turned to speak directly to Tony.
“Not if we strictly follow the rules of time travel. All right? It means no talking to our past selves, no betting on sporting events.” Scott started to explain.
Tony put his hand up.
“I’m going to stop you right there, Scott. Are you seriously telling me that your plan to save the universe is based on Back to the Future?” Tony asked him in disbelief.
“No” Scott said slowly.
I rolled my eyes. This is ridiculous.
“Good, you had me worried there. Cause that would be horseshit. That’s not how quantum physics works.” Tony told him like that was a fact everyone knew.
“Tony, we have to take a stand.” Nat told him.
“We did stand. And yet, here we are.” Tony told her.
“I know you got a lot on the line. You got a wife, a daughter. But I lost someone very important to me. A lotta people did.” Scott told him softly.
“Like a husband and father. You have no idea how hard it is to tell your child that her father was turned to dust trying to be a hero.” I said interrupting Scott.
“Now we have a chance to bring her and him back. To bring everyone back, and you’re telling me that you won’t even-“ Scott’s voice started to rise.
Tony sat up instantly cutting Scott off.
“That’s right, Scott. I won’t even. I can’t.” Tony told him sternly.
I heard the door open and close followed by two sets of tiny feet. Morgan ran to Tony jumping into his lap. Sarah came to sand next to me.
“Mommy told me to come and save you.” Morgan told her dad.
“Good job. I’m saved.” Tony said then hugged her.
He stood from his seat holding Morgan in his arms.
“I wish you were coming here to ask me something else. Anything else. I’m honestly happy to see you guys, I just, oh, look, the table’s set for eight.” Tony said softly.
“Tony, I get it. And I’m happy for you. I really am. But this is a second chance.” Steve glanced at me.
“I got my second chance right here, Cap. Can’t roll the dice on it. If you don’t talk shop, you can stay for lunch.” Tony said then walked into the cabin.
We all sighed collectively then slowly went back to the car.
“He’s scared” Nat said.
“He’s not wrong.” Steve admitted.
“Yeah, but, I mean, what are we gonna do? We need him. What, are we gonna stop?” Scott asked in disbelief.
“No, I wanna do it right. We’re gonna need a really big brain.” Steve said with a small smile.
“Bigger than his?” Scott asked clearly confused.
I patted his shoulder.
“We know a guy.” I told him.
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12.06 - Celebrating the life of Asa Fox Episode Review/Recap
Honestly, I see a picture like this on a promo and I have no hesitation diving straight in. Okay, you all know I have a hurt!Sam fetish, complete with writhing on the floor padabooty, let’s not bang on about it.
Official episode summary: THREE WINCHESTERS ARE BETTER THAN ONE – When hunters gather together to celebrate the life and tragic death of one of their own, Sam (Jared Padalecki) Dean (Jensen Ackles) and Mary (guest star Samantha Smith) must take action when a demon starts picking off hunters one by one. John Bedham directed the episode written by Steven Yockey
My optimum number of Winchesters is two but yeah, I don’t mind a buy two get one extra free here and there.
Overall, I do really enjoy this episode, even after rewatch but putting under a cut to save space.
There’s a lot of things I don’t like about the Dabb era, and in terms of this episode, retconning Mary to be a hunter after parenthood is one of those things that niggles a little (I know she was a hunter before parenthood which also irks for different reasons) so there’s a lot I have to shake off from my mind in order to be able to enjoy an episode. And on rewatch, I had less issues than I did the first time (but given I’m coming at this straight from season 15, it could be a case of me just grasping onto absolutely anything that isn’t terrible).
Aside from the Mary thing, I love so much about this episode, not least because there isn’t a single mention of feathers who I am seriously going to struggle watching in any episode going forward thanks to 15.18 debacle.
Anyway moving swifly on…
First up is the intro and I love the introduction of Asa Fox as a character. We first meet him as a child, who Mary saves from a werewolf attack. And then we see him become interested in hunting (as Mary tells him she’s soon going to retire, and he’s worried that if she does: who’s gonna save people like me?)
Asa decides it’s going to be him and through a montage set to Bachman-Turner Overdrive’s Roll On Down The Highway, we see Asa grow up to become a pretty awesome hunter. Throughout all this time, he writes postcards to Mary, but doesn’t send them (no address) so he has quite a collection by the end and I think it’s all his hunts.
I’m so caught up in how awesome Asa is and how much I like this new character, I’m completely jarred when he comes to a sudden and unexpected end via hanging which also brings the music to an abrubt halt.
Great intro, Asa said very few words but I’m already mourning not getting to know him more.
After the opening titles, we switch to Jody who is chilling out at home about to watch Netflix when there’s a knock at the door. Turns out it’s Sam and Dean who have just finished up a hunt and stopped by to visit. Unfortunately the cardboard cutout “just add water” instant girl hunters are at a concert. Jody offers to feed them, and Dean lets her know that he killed Hitler since the last time they saw her.
Sam: *huffs and walks away
Jody: *blank stare “thank you?”
Dean: You’re welcome
Love it.
They have pizza and watch Netflix and have a debate about rom coms. Sam says Dean is more of “an animated Japanese erotica chick.”
A little oversharing on your brother’s habits there Sammy, but Sam is not concerned in the least. In fact, I love how totally relaxed Sam is sitting here. He’s clearly comfortable at Jody’s slumped on her sofa.
The phone rings and Jody goes to answer it, Sam and Dean have a conversation about Sam oversharing which Dean’s uncomfortable with.
Sam: Dude, be proud of your hobbies. It makes you who you are.
Supportive Sam encouraging his brother!
Jody returns and walks past them, she’s clearly upset. The boys follow to watch her start packing. They ask what’s wrong and Jody says a friend of hers died – it’s poor Asa from the opener and I wasn’t expecting a link from Jody to Asa.
The name is familiar to Dean and he’s trying to figure it out when Sam says it’s the guy Ellen used to tell stories about at the Roadhouse. Asa apparently killed five wendigos in a single night and now I’m even more mourning his loss.
Seems Jody met Asa when he came to town on a hunt, she caught him out when he tried to pretend to be an FBI agent by the name, Fox Mulder. He’s worse than the Winchesters! Anyway she helped him out on a ghoul hunt and they kept in touch.The boys decide to go with her to the wake, John didn’t let them go to hunter gatherings outside of bars as he always said they were trouble.
Turns out Asa lived in Manitoba, Dean says “oh Canada” when he gets out of the car on arrival. Sam is impressed with the house which yes, nice digs for a hunter.
We meet Asa’s mother, Lorraine and she knew her son was a hunter. She’s heavily in to the drink but she’s just lost her son, so I’m cutting her some slack as I can’t imagine anything worse.
Dean finds his way to the kitchen (and the beer) which has no label. He’s concerned but “Bucky” homebrewed it himself and it’s strong. Dean introduces himself which gets the attention of the several hunters in the room,
Randy: No freakin’ way. Aren’t you dead? Like, four times?
Dean: Yeah. It, uh, didn't take.
Just wait till they hear about Mystery Spot where he died over a hundred times in a single day!
Sam fanboy hunter: Wait. Your brother here? Sam?
Dean: Yeah, he's still alive, too. He's –
Fanboy doesn’t even wait for Dean to finish, he’s off to find Sam. Same fanboy (named Elvis), same tbh
While Dean’s making friend’s in the kitchen – and learning not to say the name ‘Wendigo’ which turns out to be a trigger word to take a drink - Sam’s homed in on hotboy Max and his equally hot sister Alicia. Turns out their mother is a good witch who taught Alicia how to hunt bad witches.
Sam (to Max): What did she teach you?
Max: Uh, mostly how to seduce men.
Alicia: She also taught him some magic, which is actually more useful.
Max: Eh, mostly the men thing.
Max is definitely getting his flirt on, making sure Sam knows he’s into hot men, and we cannot deny, Sam is a hot man. Before Sam can flirt back, Elvis interrupts and introduces himself and then makes Sam feel awkward when he asks Sam about being possessed by the devil. Bad Elvis!
Max (and Alicia) are both pissed on Sam’s behalf,
Alicia: Dude, you don't just ask someone about something that messed up.
Max: Seriously, back off.
Protective!Max alert, I’m going to need a few minutes with my new ship Samax, though to be honest, the way Max and Alicia are sitting together, it might need to be Samaxia, which no issue other than it sounds like a drug that gets advertised on television with all kinds of side effect warnings, like may cause death...)
Elvis makes Sam feel so awkward that he runs off to go find a beer. Elvis then tries to talk to Max and Alicia and they outright just tell him to go away. Love them.
Aww, Sam got his beer and then went off to find his big brother. In fairness, I think they’ve been separated five minutes at this point and in that time Sam was accosted by Elvis. Dean’s looking through Asa’s office and discovers he has a real angel blade. Sam asks if Dean knew people tell stories about them.
Dean: Yeah. Apparently, we’re a little bit legendary.
Sam: Yeah, but, I mean, so was Asa. Then a hunt went bad, and he ended up hanging from a tree, alone in the woods.
Dean: He died on the job. No better way to go.
Sam: You really believe that?
Dean: Yeah. What, you don’t? I mean, come on, Sam, it's not like we're in the “live till you're 90, die in your sleep” business. This? [Dean points at Asa’s hunting wall] This only ends one way.
It’s difficult watching this knowing the ultimate end as I know Sam’s never agreed with this, being the one to want to see an end to hunting at some point; but you can’t deny Dean has been consistent in how he thinks he’s going to go out and has always seemed at peace with that.
Sam says they should get back and Dean agrees but warns Sam not to say “wendigo” to anyone. I love that he warns Sam. Every time Dean is a good brother, it just reminds me how much of a bad sister I am as I would not have passed on the warning. Sam’s confused about why he can’t say it but seems to just accept it.
Only a few people are around by the end of the night, still telling stories of Asa’s epic hunts - mainly Bucky. Why show, why give us this amazing man and kill him off in the first five minutes?!.
Anyway, turns out that the “ghoul story” from earlier had more to it. Asa and Jody got together for some “sweet sweet time alone”. Jody plays it down, says it was more of a casual thing. Turns out Asa could beat Dean in the ladies game and I think even Alicia and Max mother was one of his conquests (we saw this in the opening montage as well, Asa kissing a different woman in his car in between hunts).
Randy asks if people want a beer and heads to the kitchen, and I fear Randy is not long for this world as he walks down the hallway alone. We stay on him as he returns and my anxiety is kicking in, even with expecting something, it’s sudden when his throat is slit and he’s dragged off down a side corridor by someone wearing black.
Alicia walks back into the living room carrying two beers – and we’re reminded she’s dressed all in black?! Alicia? Surely not.
We see someone enter the door and only see their boots as they walk, they stop just outside the living rom where everyone is talking. Loraine hears the footsteps stop and tells the stranger to come in and not hover.
Turns out it’s Mary. Awkward Winchester family reunion, given I think from memory Mary walked out an episode or so ago.
Sam, Dean, Jody and Mary go somewhere more quiet to talk.
Mary: What are you doing here?
Dean: What are you doing here?
I love the reversed dynamic of Sam being go between Dean and Mary (where it was the reverse between Sam and John). Sam introduces Mary to Jody as their mother.
Jody: I thought– I thought you were...
Mary: I was.
Jody: [quietly] Wow. Wow! [She hugs Mary excitedly] It is so nice to meet you!
She belatedly sees the awkward tension and ships out to give them “some family time”
Dean asks where Mary’s been and she responds she’s been using John’s journal to work through a few things.
Dean: You could’ve just asked us, you know.
Sam: Dean, come on.
Dean: She could’ve.
Mary: It’s okay. He’s right. But… This is something I needed to do alone. I… Listen, most of the people I knew are dead. And then I remembered Asa. He was so young when I met him, I thought he must still be around. And then… I saw an article about his death, and, uh…
Dean: So you’ll text us once a week, maybe, but you’ll drive all the way to Canada to see some dead guy? Well, that’s awesome. I’m gonna get some air.
Mary: Dean, wait...
Mary tries to go after Dean but Sam stops her. Sam knows his brother.
Jody on the other hand stops Dean at the door and pretty much says she’s here if Dean wants to talk about anything other than killing Hitler (which Dean spent the five hour drive telling her in excruciating detail.). She talks about giving anything to have her dead husband and son back but at the same time she would be worried it wouldn’t be the same which gives Dean some food for thought in regard to his complicated relationship with Mary.
Mary’s in the kitchen getting a beer, Lorraine introduces herself as Asa’s mother. Mary introduces herself as Mary Winchester, which Lorraine can’t believe as Mary should be her age. Mary: It’s a long story. She says she’s sorry. Lorraine says she should be, Mary’s the reason her son didn’t become an astronaut. She’s very bitter and hands Mary the box with the postcards Asa wrote to her. Mary defends herself and says she saved Asa’s life.
Lorraine: [scoffing] What am I supposed to say to that? After you, Asa got so… Hunting was his whole life. He never married. Never had a family, kids. And now… enjoy the wake.
I love this next scene between Sam and Mary. Sam finds Mary and asks if she’s all right. She thrusts the box of postcards at him and says she’s fine. She goes into Asa’s office and tells Sam she saved Asa when he was a kid, and this is all on her.
Sam: Well, no. Obviously, mom, he made his own decisions. And he helped a lot of people, you know?
Sam and free will and then we have Season 15 debacle. Pfff
Mary tells him that everywhere she goes and everything she does just feels wrong, but she’ll get used to it.Sam tells her he understands, she just needs space and so does Dean, (who we see outside drinking from his flask), He says Dean is just scared they are going to lose her again,
Sam: “that – that because we're (Sam and Dean) hunters, you're gonna walk away. But I know that’s not true. Even looking at these… [Sam holds out the box of Asa’s postcards to Mary] I mean, you saved Asa in 1980, um, after Dean was born. After everyone thought you quit hunting. Seems like you couldn’t stop then, and… I’m guessing you can’t stop now, either. This job, this life, is crazy and insane. But it’s in our blood.
Come on. [Sam puts his arm around Mary]
Mary: Where we going?
Sam: To say goodbye to Asa.
I love that Sam understands more than anyone the desire to have normal/safe, pulling against the need to save people/hunt things so I love this scene between him and Mary and I like Mary a little bit more because of it. Damn you Jared! You even got me to like Claire once!
They go to say goodbye to Asa and I like when Mary undoes the cover over his face and we get blood dripping onto Asa’s forehead. It’s interesting to have both Sam and Mary in this scene in a callback to Sam’s nursery scene. They both look up and it’s Randy, tied to the rafters, dead and bleeding from his neck wound.
Back in the living room, Bucky is still telling stories about Asa. Sam and Mary rush in and Sam tells everyone they need to leave because Randy is dead. I like this, it’s like a murder mystery now. All of a sudden, water is shut off (this is new canon?), and the twins can smell Sulphur. Lights are flickering. Demon alert!
Bucky tells them it’s Jael, a crossroads demon who hangs people, which is his thing, snaps necks (Asa), slits throats (Randy). Turns out Asa exorcised the demon but now it’s back. Bucky tries to open the door, Elvis helps but it slams shut.
Max (trying to impress Sam): you’re wasting your time [he waves a hand in front of the door and we see red symbols] Max says the entire house has been warded.
Not sure if that impressed Sam or not but Max had me at “Seriously, back off” and now this? *Fans self
Anyway, it means they are trapped inside.
Back outside with Dean, he’s still drinking from his flask. He hears footsteps and doesn’t bother turning around, just tells the person to “go away”. I think he thinks it’s Mary, but turns out to be Billy saying “you’re not the boss of me.”
Dean: Billie. What’re you doing here?
Billie: My job.
[Dean chuckles] Well, I’m not dead yet.
Billie: Shame. But actually, I just finished inside. I was reaping a fresh soul.
Wait, what? But Dean’s brother is in there! Dean’s pissed and marches to the door.
Inside, Bucky is telling the group more about the demon Jael. Asa exorcised the demon but not before it killed a first nations girl by tying a noose around her neck.
Outside Dean is rattling and banging on the door
Dean: Sam. Sammy! Hey!
Billie: You can huff and puff, but that house is on supernatural lockdown. They can’t even hear you.
Bucky is still expositioning and Dean is still trying to get past that old Winchester nemesis “the door”, even throwing a solid statue at it, but nothing is happening.
Okay, we’ve now reached the only part of this episode I have an issue with. We’ve got a group of hunters standing around wondering who the demon is amongst them and not one of them can remember the tests for a demon. Sam come on! You knew Christo in season 1 and you performed a reverse exorcism in season 8.
Anyway Elvis accuses Alicia of not being in the room and Max says Dean wasn’t in the room either (uh Max buddy, accusing Sam’s brother isn’t going to win you any points in the whole wooing thing, just fyi - of course wooing Sam in the first place is pretty dangerous terratory)
Finally Alicia remembers about holy water but they are all out. Elvis says they can just make more but Mary reminds them the water is off. Uh? The toilet bowl?
Dean’s stopped attacking the door and turns to Billie and asks, What did you do? Billy says it wasn’t her, she’s just cleaning up the mess but “it’s always nice to see a Winchester who can’t get what he wants.”
Dean: You think this is funny? Huh? Hunters are dying in there.
Billie: Everyone dies.
Dean is pretty much losing his shit and I’d like to remind people that at this point, he doesn’t know which hunter has died.
Back with the group, Sam finally remembers his brother is outside so all focus is on Alicia who starts coughing. I think she’s faking it to screw with her brother (totally what I would do) but no,
Alicia/Jael: Alicia’s not here right now. [Her eyes glow red] Leave a message. [she punches Max] Oh, you’re a fun group. We’re gonna have a good time tonight.
Jael leaves Alicia in a cloud of demon smoke and flies into the fireplace. Sam and Max get Alicia up (Samaxia forever – warning for side effects which may include internal bleeding and even death)
They now need to figure who in the house Jael has jumped into. Jody gives the orders (I’ll forgive this, she’s a cop) and they pair off to search the house (why not sweep room to room?), Anyway, Sam’s with Mary and Jody’s with Bucky.
Dean’s worked out that Billy got in to reap the soul so if she can get in, she can get Dean in.
Billie: I could, I suppose. But–
Dean: Do it!
Billie: But it’s a one-way ticket. And you’re gonna owe me one.
Billie, Sammy is in there, do you think Dean cares about “cosmic consequences” at a time like this? There is a door between them right now ffs! Sammy may even be dead and Dean does not want him decomposing before he can find a crossroads to make a deal!
Elvis who was supposed to be partnering with Lorraine, left her briefly to get her a double (vodka I presume?). Anyway Dean comes flying through the door like the overly dramatic bitch he is whenever Sam is in danger.
Dean (whipping out demon knife): Where’s my brother? [he’s already marching past them btw to go look]
THIS IS MY SHOW! What moron thought this show was going to end with DeanCas? Come on, don’t be shy, show yourselves so we can point and laugh because you are going to have an epic tantrum approximately 3 and a half years from this episode which could have been prevented if you’d watched the damn show, instead of wallpaper. By the way, in this episode, Castiel was played by the statue Dean threw at the door. [It represents the violent nature of the Destiel relationship – I have a 500 page meta on this if anyone is interested].
Lorraine accuses Dean of being the demon.
Dean: Demon?
Lorraine: Kill him!
Dean: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy, lady. Look, I’m not a demon, okay? I’m one of the good guys. Now stick with me, do what I say, and everybody’ll get out of here, okay? Everybody!
Elvis – making far too much use of his screentime matches Dean’s dramatics by pulling out his own knife and saying ominiously “well, not everybody” [complete with red flashing eyes].
In this episode, Dean is allowed to be a proper hunter and is able to fight. He taunts the demon, “You’re kinda slow for a demon, aren’t you?” which, he seriously is, no idea how this demon got my wonderful favourite side character “Asa” killed (if he’s not in the final watching Kansas play at the Road House along with all my other favourites, I will be pissed and have a full week meltdown on Twitter – just fyi) [*I won’t really because I’m not insane. Please don’t report me.]
Dean tells the demon to go to hell. The demon tells Dean that Hell is a “complete train wreck” (uh, no, what is a “complete train wreck” is most of season 12-15) Hell is much more pleasant. Dean repeats for the demon to go to hell and starts reciting an exorcism (finally, the smart brother is in the room). Love hearing Dean recite the exorcism. Demon says nuh uh though and snaps Elvis’ neck complete 180 which causes Lorraine to scream, the black smoke escapes from Elvis still standing body. Elvis collapses on the floor and Lorraine is wailing. And I can say “Elvis has left the bulding” which I’ve been waiting the entire episode to be able to say. I’m marginally disappointed Dean didn’t.
Dean helps Lorraine up while shouting “Sammeh!” which brings Sammeh running to the living room.
Mary: Dean. We thought you were outside.
Dean: Yeah, I got back in.
Sam: How?
Dean: It was a one-time deal. Won’t happen again.
Thankfully, there’s no time for Sam to initiate the Spanish inquisition on THAT right now. They account for everyone – except Elvis obviously. The lights go out and everyone puts flashlights on (Max and Alicia have the phone torch on – me as a hunter!) but Dean pulls out the knife which Alicia and Max look at.
Alicia: Mm, impressive.
Dean: Demon blade. Kills ‘em dead.
Max and Alicia in unison: Nice.
While I try to work out a Sam/Max/Alicia/Dean ship name, Bucky suggests lighting candles, Dean says they need a devil’s trap. Sam says “on it” and Dean is right there with him “yep”. My boys working in sync!
Dean’s plan is for them all to stand in the devil’s trap. The person who won’t get in, is the demon. Clever plan. Mary is impressed and it’s nice for her to see how well one of her sons turned out as a hunter and the other is a cute dumbass – at least Sam had a flashlight.
Mary goes off on her own for some reason and goes to get the angel killing blade from Asa’s office.
Max tries flirting with Sam again, asking what kind of pentagram they are doing
Sam: Standard pentagram. Nothing fancy.
Max: I like a Fifth Pentacle of Mars. It’s got more character.
Max bringing his A game to the flirting, I like it. Alicia doesn’t like all the flirting: “Because character is really what matters right now.” They are just like Sam and Dean! Spin off of codependent witch siblings right tf now. Please and thank you.
Jody sees Mary return and is suspicious she was off on her own. She whispers to Sam that she thinks Mary is possessed, she gets increasingly worried which draws the immediate attention of Dean who comes over and asks what is going on (demon knife drawn out and ready once again). Sam quietly tries to tell Dean that Jody thinks their mom is a demon, but Jody shouts, No, I don’t think, I know! I know she’s a demon. [points accusingly at Mary] which prompts Bucky to steps away from Mary and reaches for his knife.
Mary: Hey!
Jody: Kill her! Use the knife! Kill her now!
Sam: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait. Hold on a second, [turns to look at Jody] Jody, you… You don’t sound like yourself.
Dean (not even looking around):That’s because she’s not herself. Are you?
Oh my poor Sam Dumbchester, on rewatch, this episode did you dirty, I was sucked in by my love of Asa Fox and the whole door thing and the Sammeh! I’m so ashamed. Hands my bitter Sam girl platinum membership card back to the bitter Sam girl club in recognition I am no longer worthy of holding it
Jody turning into the red eyed demon is in the running for worst “playing of a different character ever” but it’s up against stiff competition from Casifer, Empty!Castiel, Gestapo!Castiel and gayforpay!Castiel and is mercifully short. My main issue with this demon is there is no real consistency through the different bodies it inhabits. They should all have agreed how to play it imo and I do think Kim goes Disney villain OTT but not enough to cause embarrassment, just would have been better if the performance had been toned down some.
Demon Jody had hoped they would kill their mom “wouldn’t that be a riot?”
Dean (sarcastically): Yeah, super fun
Sam tries to attack Jody and is thrown. Big brother is pissed and tries to attack but is thrown too. Uh, how come the lame demon can fight now?
Anyway, Mary attacks and tries to kill Jody with the demon blade and manages to scratch her arm, but Sam says no and pulls Mary away. .
Mary: What are you doing?! She’s a demon. We kill demons.
Sam: No, but she’s Jody.
I like this that Mary doesn’t know you don’t just go around killing people, you try to save them first.
The demon is bored and claps her hands, and everyone collapses onto the ground and cannot move (where was this kickass power earlier?). The demon says she’s heard so many stories about the Winchesters, she stands over sam and says, “The idea that he left a meatsuit alive is just so deliciously weak.” Sam gives his “bite me” face.
As for the rest, she’s been inside their heads and starts spilling out secrets – the twins are Asa’s children (I forgot about this detail), Lorraine apparently tried to sabotage Asa’s truck to stop him going out hunting (which is a nice call back to him trying to fix the truck in the episode earlier). She says Jody fantasized about a life with Asa. Bucky manages to get up to attack but Jody grabs him and holds him on his knees.
Jody/Jael: And you. Bucky. Brave, brave Bucky. I was there that night. Tell these nice, stupid people what you did. Tell them what you took from me. Asa was mine.
I like this next scene, Sam manages to stand up and start the exorcism before he’s thrown across the room again. Dean picks up where Sam left off, until he’s thrown through a glass door, the twins are next and get pinned to the wall.
Bucky finally confesses that he killed Asa [and the way he’s dramatically thrown to the floor would never have made it into a scene in seasons 1 to 5]. Oh show, weeps for the quality that once was. Season 12 (heavy sigh).
Mary stands up and finishes the exorcism which sends the demon back to hell.
Sam rushes over to help Jody who says, “That… sucked”
[Try re-watching your performance Kim!]
Lorraine: Bucky, what did you do?
They all turn and look at Bucky.
Bucky says they were hunting in the woods for Jael and he wanted to go back and get the angel blade. Asa wanted to keep hunting but Bucky pushed him and Asa fell and cracked his head and died, which I feel kind of sorry for, not like he did it deliberately and he lost his best friend [and lets be real, it’s not the worst thing a supposed “best friend” has done on this show]. It’s a very tragic end for a great hunter (don’t fast forward to 15.20)
Bucky asks what they are going to do to him.
Alicia: Tell everyone, every hunter we meet. They’re gonna know your name, Bucky. Know what you did.
Max: You like stories. This is the story everyone’s gonna tell about you. Forever
I guess I get Max and Alicia’s anger, Asa being their dad and all. It’s just tragic all round because I do feel it was an unlucky accident and Bucky clearly misses his best friend.
I like the setup of the funeral pyre, now 3 hunter bodies being burned, Jody, Lorraine and Mary are standing in front of the pyre. Alicia and Max are resting against their car and Dean and Sam are doing the same against baby.
Lorraine tells Mary she was wrong, “Asa did have a family. He even had kids. I’ve got grandchildren. Suppose I should go meet them.” She walks over to hug Alicia and Max.
Jody and Mary are left at the pyre,
Jody: I don’t know what’s going on between you and your boys, but I gotta tell you, mom to mom, they are good men. Best I’ve ever met.
Mary: I know. They’re not the problem.
Jody walks away and leaves Mary on her own, which is Dean’s opportunity, he taps Sam and they both go over to Mary. They ask if she’s okay but Billy appears and says, “She’s really not.” Mary asks who she is and Dean says she’s a reaper that got him back inside.
I would like to have much preferred to have seen Sam’s reaction as well as Mary’s but we don’t get this and it’s a bad choice of angle for me. Billie says Dean owes her one and looks at Mary, “This one. This one right here.”
Billie is still on her “what’s dead should stay dead” kick. She’s a stickler for the laws on that (and never really changes tbh, I don’t really get Billie’s overall arc.)
Mary says she didn’t ask to come back, Billie agrees but says the dead man’s look in Mary’s eyes says she hates it, that she feels she doesn’t fit, like she’s all alone.
Dean: Well, she’s not alone.
Billie (still looking at Mary): Tell me I’m wrong. [Sam and Dean turn to look at Mary and kudos to Jared once again for saying so much with no words as to how he looks at Mary here]
Billy says she’s not here to hurt Mary, “I’m here to offer you mercy. A one-way ticket upstairs, away from all of this.” [Again poor choice of camera for this scene as we see Dean but not Sam]. Mary asks how it would work.
Sam: Mom. [My poor boys!]
Mary: You just kill me again?
Billie: Reapers don’t kill people. Rules.
Mary: Well… then… [she looks up at Sam and Dean]
Me: Don’t you dare break my boys fragile hearts!
Mary: Then I guess you’re just gonna have to wait.
Billie: Winchesters…
Me: Same tbh Billie
Billie: …if you change your mind– if any of you change your minds– you know my name. [she disappears]
Sam asks if this means Mary is coming home. Mary says yeah, but follows up with: Not quite yet. I just need a little more time.
Sam looks disappointed ☹ but he understands
Dean: Can we buy you breakfast at least?
Mary: Bacon?
Dean: All the bacon.
Mary: I would love that.
I love that Dean and Mary can find a common bond through food. Sam hugs Mary as they walk together towards the Impala
Despite a couple of wobbly bits sprinkled here and there and my poor Dumbchester Sammeh, I still really love this episode overall, the good far outweighs the issues I have and I’ll happily re-watch it as a stand-alone MOTW. I loved the introduction of the witch twins and wish we’d got to see a lot more of them *coughs* and a lot less of other “fan favourite” characters.
It will be interesting where this one will ultimately fall in my definitive list.
#spn rewatch#12.06#celebrating the life of asa fox#episode review#episode recap#Dabb era actually has some quite good episodes to enjoy#if you ignore being repeatedly punched in the face with Cass is best friend/brother
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Why Clover Isn’t Going to be a Traitor
So, @fairgame-is-endgame made a great post this last night debunking some of the more ludicrous pieces of evidence as to why Clover’s is not a traitor. It’s an awesome post and if you’re a Clover or Fair Game fan, you’re gonna want to check it out.
This is a continuation of sorts because as opposed to taking down the minute details being honed in on as evidence of why Clover might be a traitor, I want to compile the evidence presented by the show and secondary material (Ex. Amity Arena) that show strong signs that whatever Clover’s character direction will ultimately be, it won’t be as a traitor to the larger group fighting against Salem (And possibly not even against Ironwood).
So, what is my goal here? To reassure my fellow Fair Game friends that we’re not headed straight for a pitfall? To give the haters a piece of my mind? To speak into the bottomless chasm that is the Internet as a means of dealing with my fandom-based RWBY loneliness? ...A little bit of all of that, if I’m being honest. In any event, I don’t post a ton of analysis pieces, but this is something I feel strongly enough about to give voice to, so let’s see how it goes!
Everything’s under the cut because this is fairly long!
1. The Clover/Robyn scene from 7X5
If Clover was ever going to be set up as a surprise antagonist, it was going to start to show itself in this scene -- a scene that pits Clover against a character he views in an antagonistic light that didn’t end up being a misunderstanding -- more than any place else.
And it did the exact opposite.
I mean...it did a little, even with the context of Clover and Ironwood’s true goals. Clover is pretty cold to her under his veneer of carefreeness and stops Ruby as she even tries to relate to Robyn (Perhaps that’s out of a fear of Ruby telling her too much, or perhaps it’s just a sense of distrust, but that will probably be revealed soon enough). I’ll walk with you that far and admit to some slight shadiness. But I’m going to argue that that only goes to a certain point, and a small point at that by highlighting the biggest takeaways of that scene.
The scene between Clover and Robyn tells us a few things.
-Clover and Robyn’s opening dialogue, tone, and animation make it very clear that they’ve met before, but are not on good terms with each other. This is further communicated by Clover’s adamant refusal to disclose information to Robyn about the supplies. Now, I’m going to argue that in Clover’s defense, it just makes sense that when faced with a frenemy (That’s being kind) who is looking for information he has no desire or order to give to her (As we’ll learn later, Clover is a by-the-book guy), that he be in no hurry to tell her what’s going on. Additionally, while he lies to her face about his intentions, he’s very clearly speaking in a way that communicates that something IS going on that he cant speak of (His vocal inflections show that he clearly doesn’t expect Robyn to believe that the tower is getting a checkup, but hopes that it will be enough to shut her down for a bit), giving her that much information to work with at least until she gets elected.
-Clover’s not especially excited about the prospect of Robyn being elected onto the council, but he still wishes Robyn good luck in the election. Not only that, but the facial expressions he gives her, the tone in which his words are said, and the fact that he delayed his return to the van just to do so heavily imply that it’s a genuine wish. Granted, we later learn that this may only be for reasons amounting to the fact that she’s not Jacques Schnee, but still, he knows she wants to help, and while they don’t get along, he’s receptive to that desire.
-Robyn trusts Clover enough that she reasons that asking for him to disclose information is a worthy pursuit (She does so twice) before attempting to attack the group. Otherwise, she’d have gone after them the moment they stepped out of the van. Since Robyn’s a character we’re supposed to end the scene having trust in, the fact that she does have lingering trust in Clover leaves the impression that we should as well.
All in all, while we don’t know a lot of tangible information pertaining to what they are to each other at this point in the story, we do get a surprisingly large emotional understanding here of their complicated dynamic. We know Robyn is correct in how the people of Mantle deserve to be informed of these goings on, but also why Clover is right to keep his mouth shut until the time comes to reveal all, and I think the attention to this dynamic paid here shows that both of these characters have their hearts in the right place.
2. Amity Arena Card (And Its Follow Up Twitter Post/Introductory Loot Drop)
There are two things I want to point out about this description that I want to touch upon here.
First, “there’s nothing subtle about what the Ace Ops leader Clover is about.” Now, that’s not to say he has no hidden depths to his character (It would really suck if there wasn’t any more to him), but I feel like these few words communicate a lack of secrecy as to his values, personality, and alignments. Can having all three of these things be positive still amount to a villain? Sure -- you can kind of say that makes him like Hazel in that regard -- but I think my next point will solidify that’s not the case.
Second, I’m gonna make this one short and sweet. There is no way to basically say that ‘this new character (Clover) is going to kick a beloved protagonist’s butt (Qrow’s butt) and that will be a good thing for said protagonist,’ and then have that new character end up being a baddie. While my knowledge of the game is a limited since I don’t actually play it, I did do some research today, looking at various cards for both protagonists and antagonists, and they overwhelmingly geared the framing of these card descriptions towards a more hero-focused outlook on the characters. Basically, this game is not about to cheer for a hero like Qrow to be defeated by someone who will turn out to be a villain, if for no other reason than it’s a poor choice for the game’s long term posterity.
But just in case that card’s second-to-last line left anyone with lingering doubts about its intentions, the RWBY Amity Arena Twitter page was kind enough to elaborate on it!
I feel like that wink emoji should be doing my work for me here. If there was ever a doubt as to the intention of the wording, this tweet should clear it up. Clover is so clearly being shown by the Amity Arena card as a positive influence on Qrow’s life, and in a way that implies that that’s not about to change anytime soon.
Like, if they wanted to convey ambiguity as to Clover’s moral alignment, they could’ve just said something along the lines of “Who knows,” or “Guess you’ll just have to wait and see.” In the world of Remnant, ambiguity is a force more powerful than the Light and Dark Gods combined, and one that knows no shortage of uses! But no, they literally spelled out that line’s intended meaning, with inflections and a winky face to boot!
I’m not going to try to go into detail about all of the little intricacies of this reward card, because someone already did it for me! I direct you to this AMAZING analysis by @scathing-eyes where she highlights both what this single message has to say about Clover and Fair Game at large.
3. Introductory Card on Twitter
Thank you so much to @homokinetic for linking me to this card!
If you’re trying to depict a shady character or even one who you have twisted intentions for, this is not the description you use for them. Here, we’re not given soft and vague allusions to Clover’s allegiances that could imply sinister motives. We’re told flat out that Clover acts in the best interests of Atlas and does things by the book. I mean honestly, that second point should de-trigger any alarm bells because Salem...doesn’t really have a book. I mean, she has goals, but as to how they get done? She doesn’t care! But Clover and Ironwood care about doing things by the book because they feel like those rules, for as flawed as they are, are what will keep the world from succumbing to chaos (Whether they’re right or wrong...look, I love these two, but they are flawed -- not evil, but flawed). Salem, on the other hand, worships the idea of chaos since it makes her goals that much easier to fulfill.
I think the line “tries to bring out the best in people” is also important. Salem’s forces gain strength by exploiting the worst qualities in people, and Clover stands in stark contrast to that philosophy by focusing on nurturing their best qualities. This is well communicated in the series with his actions towards Qrow and the introduction to the routines and options that the new Huntsmen now have access to. Not only that, but those means of nurturing come down to themes of unity and order (Showing Qrow the benefits of working with others and taking pride in his accomplishments, showing the new Huntsmen the positive ways they can impact Atlas, encouraging them to take a night to refresh their spirits), literally the very outlooks on life that Salem seeks to obliterate in order to ensure that humanity will be destroyed again. Just in terms of philosophies, Salem’s team and Clover are so fundamentally different in ways that just aren’t compatible. It’s not like Clover and Qrow where their differences complement each other and can mutually benefit the other. There is no way that Salem can benefit from posing a figure that inspires the endurance of the better qualities of the human spirit in a position of power.
4. The Overall Lack of Narrative Sense in Making Clover a Baddie
Clover is a character meant to foil and relate to Qrow. That’s not even an opinion. Everything from their contrasting semblances to their scenes together cement that as an absolute fact, and whether you ship it or not, their connection just can’t be ignored.
All that said, while Clover is an important part of this duo (Duh), it’s Qrow who is the focal point. Qrow is the character we’ve spent four seasons with and watched him struggle and develop through his journeys. So it’s fair to say that the impact of Clover and Fair Game on his character (Again, whether romantic or platonic) will be something that will significantly impact the direction of Qrow’s character going forward.
The next logical question, of course, is as follows: What’s the narrative point of Clover being a baddie for Qrow’s character? @skybird13 wrote a fantastic post about the overwhelming benefits of a genuine Clover as opposed to the redundancy of a Hans-esque traitor Clover storyline. You should absolutely read this post, but I’m going to quote the segment that spoke to me the most.
“I think the most surprising thing RT could do with Clover’s character at this point is to let him be exactly who he seems to be. Should he have his backstory and his secrets and his own demons to deal with? Absolutely. I would love to see that. But when it comes to Qrow’s trust in others, I think that has been pulverized enough throughout the series. Putting him through it again serves no narrative purpose except to send him right back into the tailspin that he’s currently digging himself out of which, in all honesty, isn’t great writing.“
And yeah, I have to ask: What point would another stab at Qrow’s trust do? If Qrow was meant to be a character who would face a tragic end, then why didn’t he back in Volume 6, when it would’ve been infinitely more appropriate? He literally lost faith in the person he dedicated his very life to. Why show Qrow recovering from his low point and building him up in Volume 7 just to tear him down? Unlike a character like Ruby, someone young and idealistic who watches the conventions of trust and goodness in her life crumble before her eyes over and over again and grows from it as she discovers new things about herself and others, Qrow has already had a lifetime’s worth of those ideals crashing and burning, and we’ve already seen the results of that growth, both on the high and low ends of his viewpoints on life, but especially the low points. What is the point of returning him there that couldn’t have been more naturally done but one volume earlier?
The Conclusion
...I’m bad at ending things. But I know I’ve made my case, and I’ve made it about as well as a case like this can be made.
Rooster Teeth, through both its primary and secondary means of storytelling, have made a strong case for a Clover who will remain loyal to the betterment of Remnant, regardless of the path he personally chooses to get there (Joining Robyn vs. Staying with Ironwood). For them to change gears after all this setup and make Clover an ally of Salem would be frankly nonsensical after all of this careful buildup.
Could it turn out that I’m wrong? Of course, but despite the suspense in my heart, I can’t help but trust RT here. Maybe that’t the result of that bop of an intro. Maybe it’s the prospect of my new ship becoming canon. But I don’t think that trust -- while based in emotion -- is baseless, and if RWBY has a theme, isn’t it to have a perspective like that?
So here’s hoping the Clover is just another instance of the payoff of trusting love!
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I Hate You, I Love You, Chapter 90
Chapter Summary - Tom and Danielle spend some time in London before the Kong, Skull Island tour starts, but Danielle runs into a slight hiccup.
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Tom woke in the morning, tired from the late night the night before, a smile on his face as he felt Danielle move slightly beside him. Turning slightly, he urged her around in her sleep so that she would be against him. He had a few days before the movie tour and though the days would be busy, he wanted to spend as much time as possible with her, not to mention find out what the American wanted to speak to her about, hoping it was something that would further her own career. As he felt her sigh against him, he smiled. "Morning."
"Hey." Danielle stretched a little. "When did I wind up here, I didn't wake you, did I?"
"No, I must confess I may have woken you urging you here to me." He grinned.
"Oh, well, that's okay then. How are you feeling after last night, happy?"
"Well, yes, I never imagined you doing that." Tom kissed her. "I am so glad you did though. I encourage you to do so whenever you see fit."
Danielle laughed slightly. "No, though I am glad you were pleased and did not think I was just tagging along for some weird reason, I meant the movie, it seems well-received."
"It does, and why would I think such a thing as you being weird, other than the fact you are a tad quirky anyway?"
"I dunno, I was worried you'd think that I was checking up on you."
Tom pulled her closer to him. "Darling, I know you, you don't think like that."
"I just didn't want you to think that."
Tom pulled her to him and kissed her again before manoeuvring himself so that he was above her, kissing her all the time. "Are you still…?"
"Yes," Danielle groaned, feeling his boxers against her thigh, a very stiff yet damp part of it making itself very known. "It's nearly done, a day more maybe." she tried to shirk down a little. "If you want…"
Tom groaned as he felt her hand snake down his body, but pulled away. "No, not just me." Danielle frowned. "We haven't done anything since the fight, I want to wait until I can be in you again." he kissed her once more. "Regardless of his thoughts on the situation."
Danielle smirked. "He seems a little adamant."
"Darling, you cannot refer to him and use the word little in the same sentence," he warned.
"No, that is a slight injustice to him."
Tom was about to joke about her use of the word 'slight' too when Danielle's phone beeped to signify she had a text. She turned to the bedside locker and reached for it, taking a moment to unlock the screen before reading what it said, her face unreadable for a moment before her eyes widened. "Everything alright?"
"Um, that guy, the American, I am to meet him at twelve in The Wolseley, where is that?"
"Piccadilly."
"Right…it's fancy, isn't it?"
"Yes."
"Damn." Danielle groaned. "I need to get up and get sorted so."
Tom rolled to the side to allow her out of bed. "Will I drive you?"
For a moment Danielle was going to decline, worrying who would see them as they drove through the streets, but she stopped herself. "If you're not busy."
Tom, having seen her conflict, smiled and sat up in the bed. "I'm never too busy to offer such to you." he kissed her shoulder.
"Well, stop now before we are late then." she smiled, kissing him again.
Tom pulled her back into the bed, kissing her again and again as he did so. "Can't help it."
"How are we supposed to get anything done?"
"You need to stop being so sexy and alluring," Tom explained.
"Right, so Bridget Jones' nanny knickers it is then." Danielle giggled. Tom could only chuckle in reply.
*
Danielle's hands were still shaking as she got out of the taxi in Belsize. She could not recall even getting in the cab as she made her way up the front steps. Tom had gone to get the altered schedule for the following few days of promoting in London, so she had not asked him to collect her again, though he had insisted he would.
The meeting had gone well, the man from America was actually Australian working in Hollywood and had other business to attend to in Europe, but on being given her exam answer by his friend, he insisted on meeting with her on his travels. The system she had accurately critiqued was his and she had found a fault no other had ever even thought of. The discussion only took a short while, but Lucas had spent the following time asking her all about herself and talking to her regarding different matters in general.
Danielle changed out of her clothes and got into her normal attire, the dress she had chosen was one she had brought from her house in Suffolk for if she and Tom were having friends over again, nothing fancy, but classy, but it was not appropriate for the afternoon's work. She got a cup of tea before heading to collect Mac from the kennels, the dog ecstatic to have his owner back. Since he was so hyper, she decided it was only fair to bring him for a walk to burn the energy before bringing him back to the house.
They walked through the park at a swift pace, Danielle paying little attention to her surrounds as again and again, Lucas' words spun round in her head. It wasn't until a man with a camera stood right in front of her, causing Mac to bark did she startle enough to focus again.
"That's Tom Hiddleston's dog, isn't it?"
Danielle was about to say that Mac was hers, not Tom's, but she stopped herself, her focus going to the man's American accent and the camera clearly primed in his hand, so she walked around him and continued on the pathway saying nothing and not acknowledging him in any way, Mac looking back at the man every few steps. Danielle's focus was on the sound of a camera clicking again and again as she did so, but she did not react to it in any manner, instead willing the path to turn enough for her to call Luke. As soon as she got back to the car, she put Mac in the back seat and got in, her hands reaching for her phone and pressed the dial button once she found Luke's number.
"Ms Hughes." Luke's voice was calm and friendly on the other end of the phone. "I am glad to see that you survived another public event."
"No one knew I was there with him," Danielle commented. "That's not the reason for my calling, I have been spotted."
There was silence for a moment. "Spotted how? Tom is here looking at me, actually quite worriedly now."
"I was in the park, walking Mac, and a photographer came up asking was he Tom's dog and took photos."
"What did you say back?"
"Nothing, I ignored him and kept walking."
"The best action plan really," Luke noted, typing on his computer. "Yes, you're here online."
"What?" Tom's voice was in the background.
"What is it?" Danielle asked fearfully.
"Hey!" Luke sounded peeved on the other end of the phone.
"Darling."
"Tom!" Danielle smiled in relief.
"You're alright love, he is saying that Mac is mine, but he is referencing you as my hot petite dog walker."
"Could be worse, wait, did he actually say hot, because he was creepy?"
"It says 'petite and attractive'," Tom informed her.
"Could be worse," Danielle acknowledged.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I mean, it was weird, and he was in my face, and it was creepy the way he was staring at me as though I was going to just openly admit to everything if he did it long enough, but overall, fine." She answered honestly.
"Good, I'm sorry you had to deal with that when all you wanted was a walk, Elle."
"It's fine, besides, after the tour…"
"Yes, Luke and I were talking about that earlier, we'll make sure it is nice and smooth, well we'll try for that on our side, obviously other people might have other ideas, you know."
"Yeah, but we'll be sorted."
"You never text to tell me how today went."
"I'll talk to you about that later."
"Good or bad?" Tom asked.
"I'll talk to you about it later."
"Elle?" Tom pleaded.
"Good, I think."
Tom chuckled at her tone. "What does that mean?"
"I am being offered some amazing work."
"But…?" Tom asked worriedly.
"I have to talk to you about it."
"How long will you be gone?"
"Only a week, maybe two every so often, about once every two months or so."
"So what is the issue?" Tom asked curiously.
"I am not sure."
"Elle, what is wrong darling?" Tom noted a small shake in her voice.
"I didn’t think…"
"You are incredible and so amazing, how could you think you would not succeed at this?"
"It fast tracks things."
"How do you mean?"
"I thought it could take years, like five years minimum, this…this could make it two at a stretch since I'll be working too."
Tom felt his chest swell with pride on her behalf. "Well, that's a good thing, isn't it?"
"I have no idea, I mean, I cannot take it in. I…wait, I said we'd talk about this later."
"Well, it appears we are talking about it now." Tom chuckled.
"Isn't this Luke's phone?"
Tom looked to Luke who was looking at him in utter bemusement. "Yes, it is. Which reminds me, why did you ring him and not me?"
"Because he said to ring if I was spotted, and I was. I was going to text you when I got off the phone."
"I am still hurt." Tom feigned.
"No you are not, you are relieved she took it so well and thought to contact me, now give me back my phone and finish talking to one another face to face, later, after I get this sorted." Luke's voice was echoing in the background before it came close again, signifying he had commandeered his phone back from Tom. "Danielle, thank you for reacting as you did and for having the sense to contact me. They are running with the dog walker angle for now, but obviously, that will change in the near future when the announcement is made; though I should tell you, you are dressed like someone would do on the first of March, which of course they will criticise, these are going to be some of the first photos used of you, so be ready for that, as the only other ones they have are from that dinner in October with Diana and if they are very observant, they may figure out it was you in the shot with Emma and Tom at the New Years party and in the background of some Skull Island shot."
"Okay."
"I know they are not ideal, most people want to look as though they expected it."
"No, they are going to be fine I think, besides, I am not overly bothered. They will only use them as a starter. The more boring I look, the faster they will look elsewhere for their stories, I am sure a Kardashian will do something to get their focus again soon."
"Exactly." She could hear the smile on Luke's face. "Keep your nose clean and that is exactly what will happen."
"I will be home in an hour or so Elle," Tom shouted from the background. "I'll bring dinner."
"No, you need to keep trim for the suits for the tour."
"One night won't hurt, we are celebrating," Tom argued. "We'll have some fun."
"I am sitting right here and I do not need to hear any of this." Luke groaned, putting his head in his hands.
"Fine to the food," Danielle put her key in the ignition of the car. "I actually have to rush now, I forgot I had to go somewhere."
"Elle?" Tom's voice was worried again.
"I'll text it to you." She promised.
"Please do." Luke pleaded before hanging up after saying goodbye to Danielle. "I am glad things are going well for you Tom I really am but short of engagements, marriages and pregnancy announcements that I genuinely hope I will get to do for you in the future, please don’t make me a first-hand witness to your plans for the evening that involves you and your girlfriend doing…" Luke made general incoherent hand gestures. "Please."
"You're a prude Luke." Tom laughed, grabbing the paperwork Luke had for him before heading for the door.
"And you're an exhibitionist." Luke retorted. "What's this of Danielle's day?"
"She met with some big-wig from the US regarding a course she did recently, she flew through it and also found some major flaw so he was anxious to meet her about it, it was today."
"It sounds like it went well." Luke smiled before his face fell slightly. "If not challenging."
"She needs to move around for work, as do I, we just need to work with that. Same with several of my friends in the industry, we can work at it as they do."
"Good plan." Luke agreed. "Now, please leave so I can try and forget what I was forced to endure a moment ago."
"Lighten up Luke, you will age yourself. You stress so much."
"I did not need to hear that."
"I know, but be honest, me making plans with my girlfriend is better than me having a sex tape and talking to some call girl, right?"
"Definitely."
"So, see it as a glass half full so," Tom beamed going out the door.
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73 questions.
I was tagged by @wescoasts @machine-gun-casie (BABES)
Almost all my friends have been tagged and I don't wanna be that asshole so ill try not to be. I tag @awkwardrocker @backoftheroomandnotbelonging @trixiehoe @she-who-is-timey-wimey
On a scale of 1-10, how excited are you about life right now?
Well it’s finals week so about -864. After that I have two weeks of legitimate nothing where I will bake my heart out so we’ll see
Describe yourself in a hashtag?
#yikes #ughshesinherfeelsagain
If you could do a love scene with anyone, who would it be?
Milo Ventimiglia, Kells, Rook.....being a music video love interest is only my life’s pipe dream
If your life was a musical, what would the marquee say?
And that’s on daddy issues and no supervision...
What’s one thing people don’t know about you?
I used to model like went to modeling school and got paid for it type shit
What’s your wakeup ritual?
get woken up by my dog tired of hearing my alarm, walk said opinionated quadruped, feed quadruped, get dressed, COFFEE, then take life as it comes
What’s your go to bed ritual?
melatonin gummies (gotta make anxiety fun), skincare when executive dysfunction will allow, brush teeth, fight dog for my spot in bed (moving a 90lb animal is no joke), turn on my sleep playlist or use my ambient noise app, stare at ceiling
What’s your favorite time of day?
witching hour followed by golden hour
Your go to for having a good laugh?
lately tiktok and Kellyvisions, previously vine compilations or Netflix specials
Dream country to visit?
Ireland. I NEED to go to the motherland. My families castle is still standing and I get in for free. its on my bucket list FOR SURE.
What’s the biggest surprise you’ve had?
getting into nursing school and chiropractic school. I’m a loser and I’ve never had a surprise party. I’d melt in puddle of love tbh
Heels or flats/sneakers?
Flats 98% of the time. Heels are reserved for business casual necessity, Halloween, or if I’m feeling myself
Vintage or new?
both, depends on the item
Who do you want to write your obituary?
Amy-Sherman Palladino
Style icon?
lmao a what? on the real though catch me fucking with those eco-friendly kitchen witch vibes. All the dainty jewelry, linens and converse/docks fam
What are three things you can’t live without?
my dog, my family (found and blood), healing people however I can (medicine ruined me for any other career and its sucks you guys)
What’s one ingredient you put in everything?
tbh salt, I question a recipes validity if salt isn't involved
What 3 people living or dead would you like to make dinner for?
Kells and the band (I'd be too nervous for a one on one), a dinner party with my MGK fam, Elvis
What’s your biggest fear in life?
Failure, not accomplishing anything
Window or aisle seat?
window all day everyday, on the wing preferably cause I like to feel the landing gear #pilotsgranddaughter
What’s your current TV obsession?
Roadies forever, pry that series from my cold dead hands (also Gilmore Girls and Criminal Minds)
Favorite app?
tie between Tumblr and Pinterest (im an aesthetic slut)
Secret talent?
I am bomb at disney princess songs, the girls I babysit for treat me like a jukebox at bedtime, cutest thing ever
Most adventurous thing you’ve done in your life?
delivered a baby has hands down been the coolest thing I’ve ever done
How would you define yourself in three words?
I fucking hate this question. always have. empathetic, resilient, intuitive
Favourite piece of clothing you own?
overall: my senior prom dress. its emerald green, backless, with a slit to upper thigh chefs kiss
everyday wear: Colorado sweatshirt
Must have clothing item everyone should have?
I second Jude: over sized hoodies
Superpower you would want?
nonspecific healing powers so they aren't limited to physical ailments
What’s inspiring you in life right now?
Colson
Best piece of advice you’ve received?
HA. probably that the body remembers more about trauma than the mind and your seemingly irrational physical reactions to things are your brain’s attempt to protect you
Best advice you’d give your teenage self?
his mistake does not define your worth. I went for a variant of these boys aint shit don't judge me cause she needs to hear it
A book that everyone should read?
Harry Potter series (yes the whole thing), Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson, Wintergirls by Laurie Halse Anderson, The Giver by Lois Lowry
What would you like to be remembered for?
empathy, the way I made people feel
How do you define beauty?
FOR THE LAST TIME ITS SUBJECTIVE, things that give you peace, it could be a song, a person, a sunset, a scone, a leaf. If it makes you stop a second and exhale then its beautiful to you
What do you love most about your body?
holy trigger question Batman...my eyes, my hair color, texture, and its ability to grow
Best way to take a rest/decompress?
drive with the windows down and blast music while singing at the top of my lungs
Favorite place to view art?
unexpected places, like street corners, carnivals, just somewhere it takes you off guard and makes you stop and pay attention
If your life were a song, what would the title be?
it’d be one of those crazy long 2000s fall out boy titles for sure, subject matter yet to be determined
If you could master one instrument, what would it be?
violin hands down, it hits me different
If you had a tattoo, where would it be?
I have a bunch planned, plane on my right shoulder, Kells related between 3rd and 4th ribs (maybe lower in case I ever need a chest tube), watercolor portrait of my dog at some point location TBD
Dolphins or koalas?
dolphins are stoners and they're super smart, but koalas cause they’re grumpy af and honestly same
What’s your spirit animal?
again Jude and I are vibin: I've been identifying with a phoenix as of late. according to pottermore im a greyhound though (yes a patrons is a wizarding spirit animal. fight me)
Best gift you’ve ever received?
seven year old me was stoked to get a functional microscope and metal detector, I was in my egyptology/archeology phase, I still have them lmao
Best gift you’ve ever given?
oh hell idk...I made my cousin cry once cause I made cupcakes for her birthday party, they were cherry limeade flavored and had little straws and everything. that was pretty cool, granted she was seven. I also made my teacher cry cause I made sea salt caramel chocolate cupcakes for her going away party. I guess my baking brings people to tears
What’s your favourite board game?
candy land, battleship, cards against humanity even though there isn't a board
What’s your favourite colour?
forest green atm
Least favourite colour?
bright yellow/orange, its offensive to my general The Dirt Mick Mars disposition
Diamonds or pearls?
pearls (actually opals though)
Drugstore makeup or designer?
not picky provided they are evironmentally friendly. I really like Besame Cosmetics though
Blow-dry or air-dry?
air-dry, I don't have the patience for blow drying
Pilates or yoga?
yoga
Coffee or tea?
COFFEE, im still learning to like tea
What’s the weirdest word in the English language?
holy shit how much time do we have, my favorite weird word to say is fistula or omphalocele (they're medical conditions, don't goole it unless you have a strong stomach)
Dark chocolate or milk chocolate?
dark chocolate
Stairs or elevator?
stairs
Summer or winter?
neither FALL BITCHES winter if I had to pick cause I love Christmas
You are stuck on an island, you can pick one food to eat forever without getting tired of it, what would you eat?
burgers
A desert you don’t like?
red velvet cake....just why is it a thing that exists
A skill you’re working on mastering?
baking scones or shit that’s flaky in general
Best thing to happen to you today?
being tagged to do this twice, I felt special for a hot second (thanks babes)
Best compliment you’ve ever received?
that I would make a good doctor (I handled a scary pt situation like a champ, they didn't know I threw up after I made sure my pt didn't die. puking in a foreign country on the download is a skill in and of itself)
Favorite smell?
bergamot, baking bread, baking spice cakes at Christmas
Hugs or kisses?
HUGS CAN SAVE THE WORLD
If you made a documentary, what would it be about?
gifted kid fall off
Last piece of content you consumed that made you cry?
In These Walls - Machine Gun Kelly
Casual Sabotage - Yungblud
genius assholes...
Lipstick or lip gloss?
lipstick for special occasions but actually tinted chapstick or lip stains
Sweet or savoury?
savory to eat sweet to make for someone else
Girl crush?
Brittney Furlan Lee, Alexis Bledel, Lauren Graham
How you know you’re in love?
you look at them and just say yep. them. usually while they're doing something stupid
Song you can listen to on repeat?
imma out myself but Swing Life Away - Machine Gun Kelly
If you could switch lives with someone for a day who would it be?
the grass is not greener ya’ll. id rather go back and relive days
What are you most excited about at this time in your life?
hopefully passing my first trimester of chiropractic school. fingers crossed pls
#quarantine games#don't come for me people#if you identify with this stuff hit me up#I can always use more quarantine buddies#love and good vibes to you all
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Operation Grandpup Drop (A SitBoy Discord Crack Fic)
Created by awesome people on the SessKag SitBoy Discord, one post at a time in complete wild abandon. This is a SessKag crack fic.
Chapter one:
Walter20507/29/2019 He found the group surrounding the campfire. Jaken was intent on trying to steal the Tetsuiga once again for his master Lord Sesshomaru, but something caught his attention as he peered through the bushes. The strangely garbed miko that he had sparred with when they first encountered each other had pulled something strange out of her yellow satchel. It appeared to be...
SlayerYesterday at 9:05 PM
Something he had never seen before. Jaken's poor little brain had no idea what the object was so he pocketed it when her back was turned. And ran back to his Sesshomaru-sama.
imjaneeesYesterday at 9:21 PM
It was... triangle shaped. With three holes. And the other was a stringed object but this one had two triangles but smaller than the first.
Strange object it was, it was somewhat elastic too. The fabric was nothing he's ever encountered before and thought to ask his lord about it later, HE was sure to know. His lord knew everything. Upon closer inspection, the odd objects were strangely decorated too, with something that could probably pass as a Neko if you squint enough.
Walter205Yesterday at 9:42 PM
Jaken was so busy examining his ill gotten goods that he didn’t notice the oni until he ran smack into the large demon before falling back onto his toady old behind. The demon turned as he dumbly stated what a good snack Jaken would make. For his part Jaken was just about to yell for help from Lord Sesshomaru when a red line appeared at the top of the oni’s head and ran down the creature’s midsection before stopping at the groin. The red line grew in size before the oni became two distinct halves of his former self as they fell apart from each other. In their place stood a distinctly female version of Sesshomaru, one which triggered a familiar memory within Jaken before she spoke; “Little Imp, you are my son’s servant are you not? Would you be so kind as to lead me to him?”
Jaf JafYesterday at 10:26 PM
Jaken scrambled around for an answer, his words a jumbled hot-mess of incoherence and babble until he finally managed out a wheezed "Yes." He tucked away his loot from the miko into the depths of his sleeves, before beckoning Sesshomaru's mother with a bow and another polite rush of words.
Stormie Like WeatherYesterday at 10:39 PM
Meanwhile, back at camp, Sesshomaru couldn't shake the feeling something unfortunate would be occurring soon. Generally this gut feeling took him to the problem and he would obliterate it without issue, however this itch did not bring with it a path to follow. Left with nothing to go on, he found himself brooding in thought against a tree. His mood sour.
Walter205Yesterday at 10:55 PM
But Sesshomaru was pulled out of his musings by the appearance of Rin, accompanied by Ah-Un and Kohaku. The last had just joined his group along with Kirara to aid in the hunt for Naraku. Previously the last he had seen of the whelp was four years ago during the events surrounding the events at Mt Hakueri but he had heard through the Shikon Vine that his brother and their companions had managed to free him from Naraku's control and restore his life while removing the Shikon Shard embedded within his neck. Sesshomaru kept a disapproving eye on the young whelp as he knew he had taken a fancy to Rin and didn't approve of the two being together.
The crunching of twigs and leaves drew Sesshomaru's attention to his left. He found Jaken as expected but he was accompanied by...his eyes grew wide as Rin and Kohaku both let out a startled gasp.
Stormie Like WeatherYesterday at 11:13 PM
Encouraged by the gasps of the teenagers, InuKimi did her best to sound exasperated, "My, Sesshomaru, I expected to see some young with you at this point, alas there is no sight nor scent of a pup and Mate having been near you." Folding her arms across her chest, she pinned him with a glare, "Just what have you been wasting your time on?"
She glanced back over to the teens, "And just what is your excuse? Young virile humans, get to it before you die."
Walter205Yesterday at 11:40 PM
Both of their faces turned beet red and briefly they glanced at one another before turning away while making startled exclamations and excuses for why nothing was going on. Jaken watched in some amusement before he remembered about the strange thing he had snatched earlier from the miko's satchel.
"Oh my Lord, earlier I retrieved something from your brother's wench that may prove useful," the toad said as he withdrew the oddly shaped and patterned cloth. Inukimi stood directly behind the toad and snatched the garment as soon as she saw what it was. She scented it deeply before tossing it in her son's direction.
"Memorize that scent my son, it reeks of both pureness and wholesomeness, rare traits to find in this day and age, at least by lowly human standards."
Somehow, somewhere, she didn't know why, but Kagome felt like she reaaaally shouldn't be anywhere in the feudal era but alas, duty calls and the shikon no Tama won't put itself back together.
Walter205Today at 12:09 AM
"Almost time for bed. Sango, want to join me in a hot springs dip?" asked Kagome as she stood and stretched. Shippou took notice with an exasperated sigh as both Miroku and Inuyasha stole glances at her filled out form before both quickly glanced away again, Miroku having the added incentive of Sango wagging her fist at him.
"No Thanks Kagome, I think I'll sit this one out and keep an eye on the others," she replied while side glaring Miroku.
"Oh all right, I'll be back shortly," she said as she disappeared into the woods. Having finally learned after a few years, Inuyasha waited until she had disappeared before snorting and muttering that she would take a lot longer.
imjaneeesToday at 12:30 AM
Kagome walked off to the springs, a smile on her face as she thought of the soothing feeling the warm waters would give her aching muscles.
She reached the hot springs and proceeded to undress and dip herself in the water, a moan escaping her lips as soon as she was settled. One of the few perks in the feudal era: free hot springs.
Deciding to do some cleaning while she was at it, she reached for her bag and dug her hand in. After some reaching, she frowned. That was odd. She knew she put it there earlier. Rising to her feet, she looked inside the bag, the noises she made rummaging through her bag blocking the snap of a twig she normally WOULD have heard.
Jaf JafToday at 12:35 AM
Sesshomaru approached from the trees, an un-amused grimace plastered on his face while he watched the girl spin around and stare at him in mortification. His hand behind his back and a lifted brow, he would have sneered. "Do you need a moment?"
Kagome hissed and slipped back into the water, trying to recover her dignity more than anything. "Excuse you," she hissed watching his impassive face for any hint.
"Hn." He gave none, but proceeded to slowly circle around the hotspring. "You seem to be missing something miko, and not just your sensibilities. Honestly. Bathing by yourself, in a forest, at night. Shameless."
Walter205Today at 12:40 AM
Briefly, she considered calling Inuyasha for help, but didn't want him gazing at her in the nude or a huge fight to break out when she was trying to bath. Plus, so far he hadn't tried to attack her but rather was just prancing around the edge of the Hot Springs.
"What would you know about it?" she asked while trying to gauge his intentions.
Stormie Like WeatherToday at 12:42 AM
"Being a youkai myself, I can attest that if I were a lesser sort you'd be in very real danger. Be that as it may, my intentions are pure this night."
Jaf JafToday at 12:45 AM
"If your intentions were anything other than being an asshat," she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "Then I'd purify that pretty pale butt of yours on the spot."
"Oh," Sesshomaru's lips curled up in a flash-quick minuscule smirk before disappearing back into a thin line purse. "Is that a bluff or a promise?"
Walter205Today at 12:49 AM
"Enough of this game," said Sesshomaru in an odd tone of voice as tentacles suddenly exploded out of his form. Kagome barely had time to open her mouth for a scream before they wrapped around her head and arms, trapping her in place.
She watched in sudden disgust and horror as Sesshomaru's form transformed from that of the stoic demon to Naraku in the flesh.
"You're far too trusting of your allies my precious little shard detector and now I once again have you within my grasp. Oh, and about your purification threat, I have something right here for that," he says as he brings his other hand out from behind his back, revealing a collar that he places around her neck just as she starts calling up her powers.
The pink light fades from her as she starts to feel weak.
Jaf JafToday at 12:57 AM
It's one of those brief fleeting moments, that Kagome experiences every now and then. Some might call it a near death experience. Others might call it a miracle. Some may say it's the receptors in a brain trying to make pain less than what it really is.
But in that one second, the miko saw a figure in the treeline. Glistening white fur, round coal eyes, and large white paws. The pink bow and the denim overalls were a dead give away. Hello Kitty stood in all of her glory, wide face as expressionless as the hanyou-formerly-disguised-as-demon-lord was.
"Kagome," Kitty whispered, fading into the forest. "One of the best feelings in the world is knowing that both your presence and your absence means something to someone. Are you really gonna let this slinky bastard get you when no one will notice?"
Kagome felt a spike in her consciousness and anger. I'm so not going down as a "shard detector".
Stormie Like WeatherToday at 1:01 AM
Naraku brought his face close to her's, his cold wet tongue slithering out to taste her sweet pure collar bone. Tentacles as slimy as an earthworm, she forced herself to wriggle her arm free. As he chuckled, "I thought I'd never get you alone girl, now that I have you-! Gaaahh!" Her thumb went into his eye socket with a squishy plop.
Stormie Like WeatherToday at 1:04 AM
Enraged, she bit the closest appendage and growled, "You think without my powers you can take me?!" Blood speckled her face, "Think again!"
Jaf JafToday at 1:05 AM
Naraku floundered back for a moment, his tentacles splashing up water as he flailed for balance. His voice floated over the wind like squeaky nails on chalk as he howled in pain.
Stormie Like WeatherToday at 1:12 AM
The momentary distraction was enough for her to slide out of his slick tentacles like a piece of soap in his hands. With a splash, she began to climb out and run. Not looking back to see how close he was, she focused on her feet hitting the ground. Branches scraped along her skin, and she could hear him screaming in frustration behind her. Each foot fall took her farther away. The fact that she was naked didn't register as she had one thing on her mind, survival.
Jaf JafToday at 1:16 AM
Nothing mattered to her other than retreating to safety. The scrape of branches and wood, the bite of insects and grit. Not a single thing fazed her as she made her escape. She ignored the sharp needled twinge that spread along her bare feet, and the icky prickling of goosebumps along her skin. Her one train of thought was get out get out get out get out.
Stormie Like WeatherToday at 1:21 AM
With no sense of direction, it had only been a matter of time until she hit a point where she could no longer run. Her heart thundered as she was forced to pause. Blood rushed through veins. Water rushed over the cliff before here, splashing into a river many meters below. The cliff before her could mean death, but waiting around could mean worse than death. She bit her lip, and made a decision that would determine her fate.
Jaf JafToday at 1:24 AM
"Presence or absence," Kagome muttered, whispering the wise kitten's earlier words. "I'll be missed. Someone will notice."
Without a second thought, she lunged off the edge at the thundering sound of Naraku's approach. She was willing to risk the thundering waters over the hanyou. Surely the drop-off would be more kind to her than he would.
Walter205Today at 1:54 AM
She felt the embrace of strong warm arms mid-fall that whisked her away from the torrent below. Opening her eyes, she beheld focused blue eyes and black hair held back by a brown bandana. Her eyes opened wide before glancing back up the cliff face to see Naraku staring down at them from the opposite cliff face.
"Kouga!" she exclaimed with a mixture of relief and surprise. He turned down to ask her what she was doing way out here naked and without puppy face protecting her, only to see that she had passed out cold. Not knowing anything of the current situation beyond their mortal enemy chasing her down, he made the decision to leave Naraku behind in a cloud of dust as he retreated with his intended back to the wolf demon hideout.
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Let Me Stay Close To You : part 3
⌲ summary : you were finally free from the worst nightmare of your life in high school. the doors of college welcomed you with open arms, you were set on living your best life in here, away from the toxicity back at home. that shimmer of hope in restoring your life, was somehow effortlessly crushed by a tap on your shoulder. “Hey Y/N, why don’t you say we catch up for a moment?”
⌲ pairing : bully!jungkook x reader
⌲ word count : 4.7k
⌲ genre : angst, pinch of fluff
⌲ warnings : battling of demons and mild suggestive terms, mentions of torture, other than that enjoy.
⌲ a/n : hehe hope you guys enjoy this, it’s kinda draggy for me (i feel) but it plays a huge role to character development. thank you all for patiently waiting, & like always, feedback is more than welcomed ;>
part two > part three > part four
“So,” She props her elbows on the countertop and begins, raising her cheeky brows and lips curling up in mischief. You aimlessly scroll through your dusty twitter feed, nothing in particular that lures your undivided attention to it.
Tossing your phone onto the couch, you grab to hug a pillow as you switch on the television instead, and absent-mindedly wait for your roommate to finish her sentence.
Sooyoung, however, has quickly spun around with her back facing you, placing all attention on the pot of boiling soup on the stove without a word—pretending that she never said a word in the first place.
Brows furrowed in confusion, you thought you could be aid to remind her of where she left off just a few seconds ago.
“Um, carry on..?” You shift your gaze back to the television, heading for Brooklyn 99 instinctively and almost immediately, heart craving for a series of laughing fits.
You might be too stressed out ever since the beginning of the term—today being your first day of classes—and it just couldn’t turn out any better with the unridable stench of Jeon Jungkook.
A small scream breaks into your ears and—
“Goddammit Y/N! Can’t you see that I’m trying to salvage this pumpkin soup right here?”
The loudness of her voice makes you jump, her words of despair shattering the quietness of the entire room apart.
Sooyoung looks like she is about to rip off all the hair on her head in pure frustration—with a smell akin to a burnt pumpkin soup diffuses into the living room and into your nostrils.
Oh no.
“Oh my god, hurry turn the stove off!” And the sight before you is a major trigger to your anal retention: your poor friend bends to look at the gas knob, hair almost catching on fire, hot soup on the ladle she’s holding dripping onto her wrists and the orange liquid in the pot bubbling violently, threatening to spill onto the kitchen floor—which you had just responsibly mopped earlier in the morning—at any given moment.
In sheer luck, she manages to put the life-threatening, disastrous situation under control—hand coming out to switch the stove fire off, everything settling into a silent aftermath of a warzone.
Both of your fearful and panicky states dissolve into a huge sigh of relief as the pumpkin soup retreats back to safe home— amused chuckles of disbelief erupting from the two of you.
“On the bright side, this serves as a gentle reminder for you to not ever try make soup again.” You raise your brows at her with arms crossed.
“And that I didn’t burn down the kitchen.” Sooyoung adds, smiling gleefully. You can’t believe she’s real.
“You had something to say to me?” You inquire again, blowing onto the soup that was quite surprisingly, not half bad after all the hassle.
Sooyoung narrows her eyes hard, at the bowl of pumpkin soup, trying her best to recollect her intentions of speaking just a while ago.
“Ah!” She points a finger in the air when she manages to hook onto that piece of memory floating away.
“What were you doing with Jeon Jungkook during the party yesterday?”
The question drops onto your tense body like an atomic bomb.Your hand freezes, soup dripping from the spoon back into the ceramic bowl. You open your mouth to answer Sooyoung, but how exactly were you supposed to explain that?
“Erm...” It was all you could manage while you figure out the best way to articulate your relationship with Jungkook to her.
Where should you start?
“Well..” Sooyoung leans foward on the countertop in unnecessary anticipation, looking at you with sparkly expectant eyes.
From the day you made him fall face flat to the ground?
“You see...” You drag for as long as you could, not so sure how to put it, at least in the most decent manner possible.
The thing between you and Jungkook—if it’s not obvious enough already—is a bully and a victim. There’s nothing worth bragging about that relationship.
And no, you’re definitely not trying to victimise yourself or anything of the sort. It’s a fact as clear as day that you have accepted long ago. Or too used to belonging to the title ‘victim’ in this whole bullying situation. There’s also nothing much you can do honestly. You were destined to live life this way, having a father who has a financial fraud vandalised on his records forever, a mother who wakes up before the sun does to brew coffee for the people setting off to work— making the child of aforementioned people inferior to the child whose parents own one of the top three largest companies in the entertainment market.
You were inferior to Jeon Jungkook.
Power and money-oriented society, remember?
Something between a scoff of resentment and an unamused chuckle leaves your lips to the thought of the awful past life you have finally abandoned (sort of). But Sooyoung seems to lack the ability to interpret your tone well, eyes lighting up at the sight of your teeth.
“No way, don’t tell me you guys left the party to make out at the front porch.” She gasps in shock, eyes widening and hand flying up to cover her mouth.
No way.
You immediately deny her absolutely outrageous and almost laughable guess.
“What? No! We were just-“
Suddenly, the memories of his calloused nail-bitten fingers and soft palm on the side of your face aggressively fights to replace every brain cell that you have, causing all the pores on your skin to vibrate as you quiver at the feeling. It almost seems like it was a mere hallucination of your drunken state of mind, not until Sooyoung brings it up again in your face to remind you that it was real. It did happen. Jungkook had caressed you.
“just…” Your voice drifts off, the electricity of pretence flowing through the tiny tangled wires in your head, smoothly making their way to light up the bulb in your mind. “..talking!”
You already feel bad for lying to her.
“About making out?” Sooyoung is not one to concede defeat to your lame, clearly-made-up excuse, the picture of you and Jungkook sucking off each other’s faces sticking onto her suspicions like gum on the bottom of a shoe. The direction of her imagination is going polar opposites from your initial fear of the revelation of your devastating past—to which you softly sigh in relief to.
“About whatever you think of, detective.” You try to lighten the mood, sending a cheeky wink her way and escaping the conversation—the perfect resolution to avoid spilling the truth and fabricating more lies.
She scorns at your open answer, leaving her only to imagination to take control of her doubts out in the air, wandering freely as she sulkily stirs at her soup.
You giggle at the cute pout beginning to form on her scarlet lips and slowly drain the warm pumpkin delight from the bowl into your stomach.
You would tell this kind and lovely lady about everything—from something as simple how a Corgi barked and wagged its tail at you while on the way to campus, to your deep inner conflicts between your passion and confidence and the dire situation of your family, and how you’d really missed the way things were when you were still in pigtails playing with doll—but not the major happening in your history.
The story of the scar on the left side of your temple was something you had never want to dig up and elaborate on to your friends. Once they have a whiff of your pitiful side, those eyes that currently look at you with admiration and adoration will very quickly turn into unwanted sympathy and abomination—and your pals will gradually drift away from your side, knowing that they can do so much better than having a true loser stick around.
So you would never disclose the truth between you and Jungkook to her. You could never do that.
Nothing felt more suffocating than standing outside an extravagant yet simple looking bungalow. The darkness of the sky cannot further accentuate the black matte walls of the exterior of this home. The hazy moonlight shines on the stagnant turquoise pool, topped off with the stationary shrubs along the perimeter of this whole compound, flaunting the estate’s overall tranquility. This house looked like it belonged to some clean freak who never steps foot in or out of it through the front door and owns about eleven Dobermans. If you were a passerby, you would have never guessed it belongs to a boy currently studying in college. You clasp your hands together, fingers locking onto one another —a little too tightly— for emotional support and courage.
His fingers lift the heavy material with ease, as he watches you through the gaps of his curtains from his bedroom.
You were about five minutes away from meeting Jungkook. Alone in a room most likely. As the number of steps you take increases, with an angry-looking security guard escorting you on your way, you can feel your heart hammering hard against your poor ribs, teetering on the edge of rupturing out of your chest there and then.
Finally, in no less than a blink of an eye, you were in the chilly immaculate bedroom with Jungkook. You aren’t even exaggerating when you say that the man in black had practically threw you in like a fresh piece of meat flung into a lion’s den—waiting to be ferociously devoured by the beast himself. At least, that was how you felt.
The slamming of the grand double doors echoed through the room and you scan your surroundings.
Why were you even in his bedroom?
Did that mean he doesn’t even have a study room in this uselessly big house?
Your eyes fall onto a small desk at the corner of the room. Yep, the both of you were going to work on that.
Finally, they fall onto the main subject of this room, standing at the window, gazing out to the night sky. You stared longer than you wished, no that you can help it because—he looked so innocent and normal like that, watching the stars and moon quietly in appreciation.
Your breath hitched when Jungkook suddenly turns around to face you. Releasing the curtain from his hand, they flowed close again, effectively blocking out the the pitch-black sky. He looked you in the eye, before his lips curl up into an amused grin.
You are mirroring his emotion as well—that you’re actually alone in his room for no other reason than a homework assignment—but the limelight of amusement is stolen by the overpowering terror and anxiety. Jungkook could quite literally kill you and feed your body parts to his dogs—if he even owned one, but that isn’t the main point. The main point is that he could do anything he want to you right here and right now and his guard, instead of helping you, would probably help Jungkook lock the doors. He could easily tie you up and use you as a sex slave or hold you captive in this plain bedroom, abusing you as and when he liked.
You hate yourself for coming, but you knew that worse could happen if you hadn’t obeyed. You feel a trace of ease when you are reminded that now, you have actual friends who would call the cops upon the realisation of your disappearance.
Stay calm and stop overthinking, gosh.
Avoiding his gaze, you begin fishing out the worksheets and your laptop from your backpack. “We should start on it-“
“No, no, no,” He waves his hand in disagreement and walks over to you. His long legs bring him across the wooden floor swiftly reaching you within a second.
And subconsciously, your hand movements halt as you retreat a step back.
“Before we start on that useless assignment,” You narrow your eyes fiercely at him, putting up a brave front. He exhales, “I think you have the answers to the many questions in my head right now.”
Stunned, your eyes hastily search the white walls of the room for answers. You visited his house for nothing else but one cause—and that is to finish the planning on the whole anatomy project, leave in one piece and hopefully never to come back ever again. You weren’t here for an unwanted session of questioning—and you weren’t about to give him the answers that he wanted. You will not allow him to have you at the tip of his fingers again, for you have become a strong, firm and fearless women. Whether he had plans to slaughter the fuck out of you here, is now placed in the back of your mind for a moment.
Seeing as to how petrified you look—your whole face going pale as paper, Jungkook feels as if he’s some kind of monster to you.
Maybe he was, but he most definitely isn’t now.
He purely just wants you to answer a few questions of his before the both of you can start on the project—which is why he was rather confused at why you seemed so afraid of him.
You were never like this, even when he mistreated you and committed those unscrupulous acts on you, you would show zero emotions, to only ignore him and see his entire existence as irrelevant—so why were you look so scared now that he was standing so close to you?
Nonetheless, Jungkook wants his question marks to be depleted.
“First of all-“
“No.”
Shut. Him. Out.
“We either sit down and start the planning, or I’m leaving.”
You feel a gush of confidence breeze past you, your heart hardening and a side of you never known before appearing. Wow, did you really just stood your firm to Jeon Jungkook, the guy who bullied you for the past 4 years? A heavenly warmth of pride runs through your blood.
Jungkook is momentarily perplexed, mouth halfway open as the remaining words are stuck to his throat. He gulps and blinks repeatedly, absorbing what you had just said in disbelief—that you’ve noticed.
Call it a bipolar disorder, because you too, have no idea how your pyroclastic flow of nerves transformed into a solid indestructible mountain of rock in a snap. It was either you were too determined to protect the life you have now, or that you’re beginning to catch the smear of vulnerability in his eyes. You really have no clue.
With a tilt of his head to the side—a habit he hasn’t got rid of since highscool, be it from confusion, rage or happiness—he mumurs an approval. “E-Erm, okay.”
Success.
Parallel universe, indeed.
Nothing is going through his head right now—not as you speak and point to the various ideas you have come up with for this homework, not as you explain which idea is the best and start listing the pros and cons of it, not as you ask him to do the mindmap for the planning.
You notice that you’re speaking tons of words more than talkative, nonsensical-blabbering Jeon Jungkook, and he was being unusually quiet. Maybe he was thinking of ways on how he was going to torture you later on. True or not, you wanted a high grade on this assignment.
Be professional, the rational side of your brain puts your drifting thoughts back on track.
“Hello. Are you there.” You slap a hand so close to his face right infront of his big doe eyes, and he doesn’t even blink. He’s staring so hard at the crotch of the human body diagram you printed—probably doing it unintentionally amidst busy building sandcastles in the air—and you try not to laugh at the sight of him doing that.
“Jungkook!” You finally decide to yell in his ears and he flinches away hard, flying up from his seat.
“What! I’m right here!” He shouts back in the retaliation of being shocked, rubbing his earhole and you irresistibly laugh at his reaction.
Wait what, you laughed at Jungkook?
This felt so…strange, yet it is a very typical interaction between two friends. Maybe that is why, solely because it is a normal conversation between the both of you—a duo that have never experienced an ordinary interaction before, other than the occasional rubber band shots and verbal attacking of your outer appearance.
Hold up, did you just say friends? Impossible.
Your bright and smiley face falls into a blank expression at the sudden realisation faster than a flash. Jungkook’s face mirrors the falling of yours too, but his features drains from something a bit more—something like actual fondness— to scepticism and worry.
Clearing your throat, you turn to face the splayed out papers on the table.
“Let’s um, start on what we’re supposed to do.”
Jungkook slowly, warily sits back down to join you, staring at the laptop screen, lost.
“What am I supposed to do?”
Namjoon would have seriously made a better project partner. Now you would have to repeat your instructions, something that you hated.
Sighing in complete impatience, you start from the top again.
“Of course you’re right here.”
Silence.
It blankets the both of you squeezing two chairs into the desk made for one, quietly doing your individual parts in utmost concentration. Add on his vigorous smashing of the keyboard and the rough flipping of the pages of the handout (because you can’t wait to get out of here.)
It wasn’t unacceptably uncomfortable, but it wasn’t particularly settling and peaceful as well. The tension between the two of you is almost palpable—when the undesirable memories of the past sporadically appears in each other’s minds—one’s heart filled with guilt and the other filled with ache.
Up to you to figure which is who.
You are extremely thankful for how complexed and meticulous the planning of the project is, allowing the both of you to fully immerse in doing the annoying details well and answering the challenging questions.
It is also silent because—none of you had dare speak to each other unless it was involving the task at hand.
The clock ticked to ten and with the shut of both laptops and the zipping of your pencil case, the papers gathered in a neat rectangle stack_it was time to face reality again.
Jungkook breaks the silence first.
“Can I ask my questions now?”
It was weird. The way Jungkook was asking for your permission to do something as simple as firing the burning questions in his mind. If you were him, you would not even be able to stay one bit focused on the mindmap creation, only able to ponder about how the girl beside him had changed into someone…so different.
It was weird because you weren’t used to Jungkook speaking nicely (normally) to you. There was an absence of irritation and danger in the tone of his voice, which made his words seem too kind to be true. It never fails to send you into a stupor when a swear word is missing from his sentence to you. Maybe, for the better or worse, in the fleet of eight months, Jungkook has changed. Maybe, and just maybe, it was time to view him in a different light.
“Yeah, you can.” You easily give him consent.
“Okay first question, why were you sitting next to Namjoon in anatomy lecture?”
Was that really all he had wanted to ask?
You shoot him a look of bewilderment. You don’t know what you were expecting, but it definitely did not include who you sat with in lecture.
You don’t know whether to laugh or cry.
“What-“
“You do know that he is a pervert that goes after girls whenever there’s a chance right?” Jungkook warns you, and you are at a loss for words.
Namjoon wasn’t someone like that, and you strongly believe the impression you have of him.
“Listen, he’s actually a really nice guy okay?” You counterattack his assumption. Jungkook rolls his eyes in disbelief, scoffing as you speak.
“That’s what everyone says.”
You actually felt like believing him. Jungkook is effectively inserting doubts about Namjoon into your head, and you’re actually starting to question the guy Namjoon really was. Did you not know him well enough? Was the low self-esteem just a plain act?
No, you have no reason to trust Jungkook—who was capable of manipulation and you were one to know best about this.
He seems to be able to sense the distrust from you to his claim, but what he said was true. You weren’t the first girl Namjoon has tried approaching. But you were the first to accept him.
“It’s really up to you whether to heed my advice or not—which is to stay away from a guy like that,” Jungkook puts his hands up in surrender, “but I’m just giving you a heads up, lest you fall into his trap of feelings or get taken advantage of... you know.”
Blinking, you take ten seconds to administrate what he told you into your mind. For what exactly, was Jungkook being so kind towards you for?
You don’t have the answers to that, you think it is because he only wants you to himself to bully—and not share that privilege with Namjoon.
“I just..hope you don’t get hurt, again.”
And then once more, you were wrong about him.
The word ‘again’ reminds you of how bad he had hurt you physically, and emotionally, placed humiliation above your name and put you down to rock bottom. Everyday you would emotionlessly stare at yourself in the mirror and see a girl full of flaws and insecurities. A girl so unhappy and afraid to do anything she truly liked and follow her dreams. A girl who built up in four high walls around herself and not let anyone in, scared to feel the pain of losing someone again. A girl who was so, so tired of living. The undeserved death of your late bestfriend demolished the happiness in your soul, and Jungkook further crushed all its shattered fragments into fine dust—which made you become that girl.
However, the Jungkook you knew all those years back was gone—that you’re still trying to register—and he had changed. Not his face, which was still the same old handsome Jungkook back in highschool, but his heart had turned into something like pure gold.
It may not be every part of him, but one thing you were sure as of right now, was that Jungkook had a kind side to him that was just never shown to you before. For all you know, he may have grown well from that immature brat in the past and became someone who’s trying to repent from his mistakes.
“Um, sure..” You’re not sure how to respond to such words coming out of his mouth—were you supposed to say thank you ?
Jungkook hesitates for a split second, before shooting the next question.
“Second thing, why did you act like you didn’t know me at the party?”
The thing is, did you really know him though?
It was harmless to attempt to keep him out of your life. It was also harmless to not have Jeon Jungkook in your happy new life.
“I’m not answering that.” You strictly follow the initial plan and Jungkook doesn’t seem too pleased at your answer.
“Are you sure you’re not gonna answer me?” He steps closer and the gap between your faces shrunk so much, that you can feel the fanning of his breath on your cheeks. He was riled up, threatening tone rebirthing and fury dripping in his eyes. Jungkook cocks a brow up, challenging your stand.
This was the Jungkook you knew.
He is a breath away from grabbing the collar of your shirt and slamming you against the wall and you flutter your eyes shut and squirm away from his menacing form. Witnessing how you switched into someone so fearful of him, he lets out a groan of disappointment.
Instead, all you hear next is the string of curses coming out of his mouth and you slowly open your eyes to see him running his fingers through his thick hair and pulling harshly at it in frustration.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, shit-fuck!”
It was like, he was trying to stop himself.
As he slapped himself back to the better of his senses, you realised that everyone had their own demons in their head. And Jungkook was no exception. At that moment, you felt pity for the guy who stood before you battling his detestable old self. His demons were overpowering, and just when you thought Jungkook excelled in manipulation, you thought wrong again—it was the demons fucking with his head, and Jungkook didn’t know how to properly deal with them, resulting in outbursts of physical and verbal abuse—the only way Jungkook knew to express his pain.
What did Jungkook go through, that made him the monster he was?
“I-“ He starts again, cautiously speaking to you this time.
His breaths quickened and he grunts, exasperated at the failure of his words. You keep quiet as you wait for him to settle from the fit with his arms on his hips. Calming down, he turns around and suggests.
“It’s late, let me just send you home, okay?”
He was being so thoughtful for you—something you were still getting used to.
You felt so useless, standing at the side to watch him helplessly fight his inner conflicts—and being the main cause of his struggle.
The fear you felt at first has evaporated at Jungkook’s effort to not hurt you in the slightest way possible. You saw it in his eyes the first time he stroked his finger along your scar and heard it for yourself when he cared for your wellbeing.
It is in fact, time to see him in a different light—a better one.
Jungkook drives you safely to your dorm, a short and quiet journey given that his house is around the area. You wouldn’t have a peace of mind going back to campus alone through the dark alleys and streets—so you were rather grateful for the ride offer.
You mutter a ‘thanks’ before carefully exiting the grey Lamborghini you didn’t dare to cause a tiny scratch on. You speedily walked towards the entrance of your dorm building, before you hear the door of the sports car clicking open, followed by hurried footsteps.
“Wait Y/N!” Jungkook yells out and makes his way towards you.
His footsteps slow down as he reaches your patiently waiting form.
His eyes drop to the road, followed by a tilt of his head. He was nervous.
Scratching the back of his head in strong apprehension, Jungkook forcefully gets rid of all nerves and puts his words into correct place. And it goes way back when he clears his throat, bringing him to the time he faced the mirror and practiced this for a couple of dozen times.
“I’m sorry.”
You don’t even have to question what for, because he has a lot to be remorseful and repentant about.
You can tell that it took a lot from him to say these three words, especially for someone who didn’t have to apologise to anyone with all that money and power. He wasn’t obliged to give you an apology. And so, he didn’t have to go through the trouble of apologising to you for what he has done. But here he was, handing you his words of redemption wholeheartedly. You were appreciative of his gesture, but you weren’t so prepared to readily forgive him just then.
“I’ll..see you around?”
Jungkook continues after your silent reply.
“Yup.” You smile assuringly.
And your answer itself sufficed for him.
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Opening Up || Clark and Hannah
Who: Clark Meeks and Hannah Santos ( @doveporthannah )
Where: Joe’s Diner
When: Friday, January 24, 2020
What: Clark has their weekly non-therapy therapy session and actually spends some time opening up a bit. Also, they need to learn how to not talk with their mouth full
Triggers: mentions of drugs, alcohol, sex, and fighting.
Clark
Clark was sitting at Joes, waiting for Hannah to show up. This week had been insane for them emotionally and they were actually looking forward to their dinner with the girl tonight. Their head was all over the place and their focus was not in the present. They didn’t even see Hannah walk in or sit across from them for a few moments until the server came up to greet them and they saw the other girl. “Oh hey, yes. Dr Pepper please” they asked before busying themselves with the menu to try and distract themselves for a moment. Their hand was still bandaged from this morning and there was a slight bruise on their cheek.
Hannah
Hannah settled into the booth and smiled at the server, ordering a Diet Coke before turning her attention back to Clark. “What happened?” She asked, indicating Clark’s hand, which had not been bandaged up at their last meeting. She wondered if there had been a physicl altercation.
Clark
Clark groaned. Of course she’d bring it up right away. “I got into a fight with Eileen. She won” they explained quickly with a shrug. They remained quiet for a few moments as they browsed they menu, knowing they’d get the same thing they got for lunch for dinner because they always got the same thing every time they came to Joes. Looking back up at the girl, they sighed. “I got really drunk last night. Most of what happened came back to me but some of it’s still a blur”
Hannah
Nodding, Hannah made a mental note. “Okay, well we will definitely circle back to that, but for now let’s do our check in. Scale of one to ten, how would you rate your mood right now? And then, same scale, how would you rate your mood overall since our last meeting?” She didn’t bother to look at the menu, she already knew what she wanted, she’d been craving the barbecue chicken sandwich all day.
Clark
Clark dropped their menu and removed their hat to mess their hair up a bit before putting it back on. “I dunno. Prolly a 5 to both of them. It’s been a weird week” they admired honestly.
Hannah
“Okay, that’s alright. What’s been weird about it?” She loved when her clients gave her natural segues, it made her job so much easier and made them open up more easily, because it was information they were already offering, not something she was prying from them.
Clark
Clark flopped their entire body on the table and groaned before quickly sitting up when the server came back with their drinks. They both quickly ordered, Clark getting their second plain cheeseburger of the day, before getting back to their groaning. “Number one I would like to point out that I won my no talking about sex for 10 days challenge and I am now $10,000 richer” they said as they sat up a little straighter. “But fucken Deni is apparently back in town, Beka and I broke up, even though we weren’t officially together in the first place because we’re in a non-relationship relationship and then yesterday I drank for half the day. Like literally had like a bottle and a half of jack and then Deni brought me food and Beka showed up and then I got into a fight with Eileen. All this drama because I slept with Chloe” they said as they groaned and threw their arms over their face before letting them fall. “Oh and I bought a house” they said with a small shrug before taking a drink of their soda.
Hannah
Hannah ordered her sandwich, side of fries, before turning back to Clark. She nodded along as they spoke, trying to follow along. “Okay, wow, that is a lot to unpack and honestly, it would be weird if you weren’t feeling at least a little overwhelmed. So just know that your emotions are healthy and functional. So, I want to save the bet for last, because that sounds like something to celebrate, so putting that at the end of the list, let’s discuss one thing at a time, okay?” She paused, taking a sip of her drink, waiting for Clark to choose the direction of the conversation.
Clark
Clark shrugged. They threw everything out there, feeling weird with actually talking about shit they were dealing with but deciding to try and take a chance. “Okay, then what do you wanna talk about first? The fact that my ex best friend who I was sleeping with regularly and was pretty sure I was in love with who ditched me for another chick is suddenly back in town? Or my non-relationship relationship with a chick who makes me feel things I’ve never felt before and scares the shit outta me because of it? Or the getting drunk and getting into a fight with my car? Or the fact that I bought a house?” they asked, listing all of them. “Because it’s all pretty fucked up”
Hannah
“That’s up to you, Clark. What’s weighing most heavily on your mind right now?” This was a pretty common tactic with her younger clients, catastrophizing events to try to distract or overwhelm Hannah to a point of just having her agree with them, that it was pointless, that they should in fact just give up. It never worked. Clark seemed to operate like many of her teenage clients, and she suspected it was a result of stunted emotional growth, but she’d circle back to that later.
Clark
Clark shrugged. “I dunno. Probably the Beka thing” they admitted. “It’s so hot and cold with her. One day we’re like, dancing around that stupid dangerous L word and the next we aren’t talking to one another and the next we’re fighting and then the next we’re back to that stupid L word. Like, we’re not ready for a relationship. We both know that. We’re probably really bad for one another. But then I kiss her and I fucken see fireworks and all that sappy shit and like, she has to be sober so I’m trying to be sober. Obviously I’m failing spectacularly but I’m trying. And like, she has to stay in Doveport so I bought a fucken house because I promised her I’d stick around for her. Yet we’re fucking other people. At least I am. I don’t even know if she’s fucking other people. Maybe that’s why she shuts down when I fuck other people. None of this makes sense and we obviously don’t fucken know how to talk to one another. That’s practically useless” the rambled.
Hannah
Hannah nodded. It was definitely messy and complicated, she didn’t know Beka personally so she wouldn’t have been able to even guess what her side of the story was. “Okay, so, I think it’s admirable that you want to be there for her, generally new relationships are discouraged during the first two years of recovery, but I do know that’s not always realistic. So I assume it is agreed upon that you are allowed to see, or to sleep with, other people. But how would it make you feel if you knew she was not sleeping with other people, that she was just allowing you to do so, are you comfortable with that?” She wasn’t judging, a firm believer that all couples were allowed to create their own rules, but she wanted to get a better idea of what their rules and boundaries actually were.
Clark
Clark shook their head. “I’d be pissed. Because yeah, we all know I like to fuck around. But if she’s telling me to fuck around just because she knows I like it but she isn’t, that’s fucked up. That’s not cool. Like if she asked me to, I’d stop. I mean, even after I sleep with people, I just wanna be with her. It’s like i’m addicted to her dude. Like, I literally think about her all day. Even if i’m having sex with other people, I’m comparing them to her and how they don’t even measure up like, at all” they said. “Like, I should just stop sleeping with people right? That’s the right thing to do here obviously. God I’m such an idiot for not realizing that sooner” they said as their leg bounced up and down, their head shaking as they realize their mistake, angry at themselves suddenly.
Hannah
Hannah held her hands up. “Listen Clark, there is no clear cut right or wrong in this situation, it’s something the two of you have to discuss and go from. In relationships the ONLY “wrongs”” she punctuated the word with finger quotes. “Are non-consensual physical touch of any kind, and knowingly hurting someone. You need to have a long conversation with no distractions, it sounds like. She could very well be sticking to the current rule but just being more subtle about it. Now, how is Chloe involved exactly?” She asked.
Clark
Clark sighed and sank back in their side of the booth. “I’ve know Chloe from the road. We slept together a few times. I met her back in Houston. And I slept her her...yesterday? No. Wednesday. And when I told Beka my plans to get together with her, she shut down and then when I went to talk to her, she had Puck kick me out and send me away. Like she wouldn’t even talk to me. And then we said things we probably shouldn’t have said to each other but it happened and then I went and got drunk for half the day and then Deni showed up at my car with food and then Beka showed up to talk and it was a mess and then Beka slapped me and then I beat up Eileen” she reiterated, circling back to the story from earlier.
Hannah
Sighing, Hannah nodded again and opened her mouth to speak, but the server arrived with their food. She thanked them and began cutting the sandwich in half. “You know you have a habit of just giving all the information so it’s harder for people to break down and digest?” She smiled, giving a gentle laugh. “Has she had that reaction before? With other people?” She asked before taking a bite of her sandwich.
Clark
Clark thanked the server and threw a few fries in their mouth before speaking again. “I have a lot in my brain. I talk a lot” they said with a shrug. Clark finished their food before responding. “Yes and no. Like, she kinda acted weird when I slept with Micah but then she said it was because he was her best friend and she didn’t wanna be second or something like that” they said with a shrug. “I really should just stop sleeping with people. I’ve already figured out the issue” they said as they picked up their burger before taking a giant bite.
Hannah
Nodding Hannah made a note of that as well. “Could it perhaps be the same issue with Chloe then? Perhaps it’s not an issue of your relationship being open so much as what the rules are within that, for example maybe she doesn’t want you to see her after you’re with someone else or maybe she would just rather not hear about it? It could also be that she feels threatened by certain people in particular. Have you done or said something to her to indicate that she is your first choice? Sometimes a romantic gesture is all one needs.” She suggested. This would be so much easier if Hannah knew Beka at all.
Clark
Clark groaned and rolled their eyes. “I literally am trying to be sober and bought a house for her. How much bigger of a gesture do I need to do?” they asked around their food. “And I don’t think it’s the same thing. Like yeah, maybe. But today she asked what Chloe has that she doesn’t and like...literally nothing. Beka is so much more...like everything to me. But Chloe has space that neither of us have right now. Like, that’s literally it.”
Hannah
“You... bought the house for her?” Hannah asked, furrowing her brows. She wasn’t sure how to break it to Clark that that was neither healthy nor smart, especially if they were still in the very beginning stages of their relationship
Clark
Clark rolled their eyes again. “No I bought a house for me. It’s supposed to be symbolic or some shit though that I’m sticking around and not going anywhere” they exclaimed, waving their hand as they spoke
Hannah
“And she knows about the house?” She asked to clarify, her voice remaining calm and even despite Clark’s obvious agitation.
Clark
Clark shook their head. “No. I don’t wanna tell her til it gets here” they said, like it was the obvious answer
Hannah
Hannah nodded. “So that doesn’t count, not until she knows about it, but let’s think smaller scale, like flowers or chocolates, or even just a text in the middle of the day to tell her you’re thinking of her.” She said, just listing suggestions
Clark
Clark snorted around their food. “Beka is not a flowers and chocolates kind of girl” they argued. But what if she was. Clark didn’t know. Maybe they could ask. See what she said. Now she was second guessing. “Does that shit actually work?” they asked
Hannah
"Being thoughtful always works. But if she's not into flowers and candy, what is she into?" Hannah asked, nibbling on a fry from her plate. The best thing about the fries at Joe's was that they didn't really need ketchup. "What sort of stuff does she like?"
Clark
Clark stared at the other girl blankly. What did Beka like. They looked down at their plate shamefully as they stuffed a few fries in their mouth. "I dunno" they said weakly, shrugging their shoulders as they spoke
Hannah
Hannah tilted her head to the side. “Okay, well, even asking can be a gesture to show that you care, that you think about her outside of physical pleasure.” She nodded, taking another bite of her sandwich and chewing before she went on. “Now tell me more about Deni.” This story had a lot of moving parts, she wasn’t at all surprised that Clark was feeling lost and overwhelmed.
Clark
Clark took a giant bite of their burger and shook their head. "Grew up with her. She was my best friend. We were together, kind of. It was weird. We fucked a lot and pretend to date to get people in bed with us or a place to stay or something. Then she fell in love and completely forgot about me. I left and she never even called or whatever. Probably didn't even realize I left. Haven't heard from her in over a year and now she's back in town" they said quickly
Hannah
“That kind of emotional abandonment isn’t easy for anyone to face, especially when you’re quite literally alone in the world.” Hannah spoke gently. “And my instinct is that you never allowed yourself to grieve that loss.... did you?” She set down her sandwich, giving Clark her full attention.
Clark
Clark scoffed. "What loss. It's not like she died or anything. She just chose someone else. It's fine. I got over it" they said defensively with a shrug.
Hannah
Hannah didn't reply, she sat quietly, patiently, just watching Clark. She wanted Clark to be honest, not just with her, but with themselves, but she knew better than to needle or try to force it, she knew those walls would just shoot right back up. So instead she waited, her eyes trained on Clark's face.
Clark
Clark took another bite of their burger before looking up, raising an eyebrow at Hannah. . "What?" they asked through a full mouth of food.
Hannah
"You got over it?" She prompted, ready to sit on this one all night if necessary. There would be no use in trying to move forward if Clark was unwilling to admit that they clearly were not over it, that this was in fact, the very root of the issue.
Clark
Clark shrugged. "Yeah. Kept driving for a year before coming home. Moved on. She's in the past" they explained like it was no big deal.
Hannah
Hannah nodded, if Clark wasn't ready yet, then they weren't ready, it wasn't her job to push, it was her job to listen. "Okay." She picked her sandwich back up again. "What else do you want to talk about then?" She asked before taking another bite.
Clark
Clark shrugged. "I dunno. I talked about everything that happened this week" they said before finishing off their burger. "Except for the bet" they said with their mouth full again. They really needed to learn how to not talk with their mouth full.
Hannah
"Okay, tell me about the bet." Hannah said, taking another bite of her sandwich, she relaxed a little. There came a point when the session ended naturally and this one was clearly over. She couldn't force Clark to do the work if they didn't want to.
Clark
Clark took a large drink of their soda before responding. "Sugar said I talked too much about sex and told me if I could go 10 days without talking about it, she'd give me $10,000. So I didn't talk about sex for 10 days. Not the word, no pick up lines, no nudes. No nothing. And now I'm $10,000 richer" they said, bringing their hands out next to them in a 'look at me' kinda way.
Hannah
Hannah smiled. "That's great, good for you! Shows a lot of self-discipline. Why does she think you talk about sex too much?" She asked. She knew Sugar, and Sugar wasn't exactly a prude or anything, either she thought it would be funny, or Clark talked about sex a lot.
Clark
Clark shrugged. "Because I do. But in my defense, she would ask me who I was sleeping with so I feel like that's not my fault" they said defensively before popping a few more fries in their mouth. "But I like sex. Why not talk about it"
Hannah
"Do you feel a compulsive need to talk about or to have sex?" She asked, more conversationally than she normally would have, finishing the first half of her sandwich and turning back to the fries, she picked one up and nibbled on one.
Clark
Clark shrugged. "No. I just talk about it when people bring it up. Or when I'm hitting on someone. And sometimes I send nudes to people. It's not a big deal. It's not like I can't talk about it, which I obviously proved" they said before smiling at the server who came to check on them. Pulling out their debit card, they handed it to the girl before turning back to Hannah. "I like sex. I don't see the problem with that."
Hannah
Shaking her head, Hannah popped a fry into her mouth. "There's nothing wrong with expressing your sexuality in a healthy way, as long as you're not hurting anyone else or yourself. But if it does feel compulsive then that's another issue."
Clark
Clark rolled their eyes. "Yeah yeah yeah. Do you get paid for every time you say 'as long as you're not hurting yourself or others'" they asked sarcastically. "What if I want to be hurt though?" they said through a smirk.
Hannah
Hannah gave Clark a benevolent smile. "You're smart enough to know there's a difference between using pain as a sexual device and causing yourself actual harm. You also know that there's a difference when it comes to other people." She picked up another fry. "You about ready to wrap up?"
Clark
As the server brought back their card the smiled and quickly signed the receipt, making sure to lave a decent tip for the girl before looking back up. "Yeah, I just wanted to see what you'd say" they said before nodding. "Yup. I got places to go and people to see" they said as they grabbed their stuff and stood up. "Sorry about yesterday. I'll be good next week, promise"
Hannah
Hannah looked at Clark, bewildered. No one had ever walked out on her before she'd dismissed them before. Actually, people usually lingered. "Wait.... you don't want your final questions?" She asked, feeling suddenly like she was on a date that had gone terribly wrong.
Clark
Clark looked at them confused for a moment before a lightbulb went off in their head and they sat back down. "Yeah. Sorry. Hit me" they said, looking attentive and ready.
Hannah
Taking a moment to compose herself, Hannah smiled. "Okay.... so first off, anything you want to ask me?" She posed, preparing herself to answer any personal or professional questions Clark might throw at her.
Clark
Clark thought about it for a moment before responding. "What color goes well with dark stain?"
Hannah
That she was not prepared for. "Um.... well, I guess it would depend on what you're referring to... I assume your house, since you just got it." She looked to Clark for quick confirmation. "And then in that case it depends on how dark you're going. If you're going really dark, I'd stick with a lighter color, to keep the space from looking too closed in. Like maybe a light blue or green, or even a light heather grey...?" She suggested. "Anything else?"
Clark
Clark made a mental note and shook their head. "Nope. Just trying to figure out what color to paint my accent wall."
Hannah
Shrugging, Hannah smiled. "Okay, well, happy to help." That had definitely been a first, being asked a decorating question. "Alright, next question: if you could say anything you wanted to me, without worrying about me judging you or having an emotional reaction, what would you say?"
Clark
Clark straight up looked at Hannah and said the words they weren't ready to say to anyone else. "I'm pretty sure I'm in love with Beka" they said honestly.
Hannah
Hannah nodded and kept her face neutral, willing herself not to crack a smile, though the corners of her mouth did turn up just ever so slightly. It was sweet, but the point of the exercise was for Clark to learn to trust that they could say whatever was on their mind without worrying about what Hannah's reaction would be. "Great. And I already know when I'm seeing you next, so I will tweak the question to, where do I get to see you next?"
Clark
Clark shrugged. They played a game with themselves every week when she asked that question, trying to get a reaction out of her. This week, they won. "It's your week to choose cuz it's your week to pay" they told the girl.
Hannah
"Nah, you can still pick. Consider it a freebie." Hannah shrugged, figuring Clark wouldn't want to get dressed up enough to go anywhere fancy, but even if they did, she could afford one night of luxury at Clark's request, why not right? The entire point was for Clark to feel comfortable and to trust her.
Clark
Clark raised an eyebrow at the girl. Thinking for a moment, they smirked. "Alright. Then Palate. I've been craving steak lately" the said, seeing how the girl would react.
Hannah
"Okay." Hannah smiled. Either Clark was trying to bait her, or they really thought they were getting one over on her, either way, she had no problem getting dressed up for a night. "Sounds like a plan!"
Clark
Clark raised an eyebrow but said nothing else. Grabbing their things, they stood again. "Cool. Meet ya there next week" they said before giving her a half wave and heading out, pulling out their phone to text Beka as they did.
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Nameless the one thing you can recall was a great game. Honestly it’s easily become one of my favorite m/f dating sims. It’s got great relationships that have all sorts of hurt/comfort and feel very much like the found family trope.
If you’re into doki doki literature and want to find games like that while enjoying normal dating sim elements play nameless. It’s got an unromancable character that deletes paths and changes the script while having good romancable side characters. It even references you the viewer watching things and deletes saved files.
Initial premise: So you play a girl who collects dolls. She’s embarrassed about collecting dolls because they’re childish. Then her dolls come to life and become humans and she’s shocked. They start going to her school and are dubbed the HOT5 because of they’re beauty like any Chinese or koreon drama ever. Everyone at school is trying to figure out the heroine’s connection with the male leads. But she’s much more embarrassed about how she collects dolls and is focused on that than the fact that they became human.
It’s got all the knight/master or owner devotion thing without it being creepy because these people are literally not human. The story also touches on abandonment and loneliness since the protagonist has been using these dolls to cope with her grandpa’s death and that her parents are never around. The dolls themselves feel like their owner will abandon them for anyone because they’re just dolls.
And of course after each route the heroine’s memories are reset and she’s taken to a new route by the Monika of this game so that he can possibly see her.
It’s a pretty cool game. Also no incest because they’re dolls.
The protagonist: I mostly covered her in the initial premise. She’s a girl who focuses more on the fact that she plays with dolls and likes dolls than the fact that her dolls have become human. It’s surprisingly realistic for a supernatural game.
Her real strengths come from her relationships, like with her dolls, her grandpa (who died) and her parents who she know are working to help her but never see her and so she feels sort of lonely but doesn’t want to whine about it. I’m sure a lot of other kids with parents who only work and don’t spend time with their kids will find her relatable.
I really liked her two best friends. Soi and Shinbi. Soi was big in every route for her crush on one of the love interests. She’s that typical boy obsessed girl. But she never faltered into the evil rival character instead giving up on her crush to support her friend and saying that her friendship was more important to her.
Shinbi should have been the real sixth route. She’s a cool calm and composed girl who models. All the girls in class are in love with her and the heroine’s heart skips a beat when she sees her. This should have been a gay game thanks to Shinbi.
Yeonho: The first love interest I romanced. He’s one of the few dolls that the heroine bought on an auction. The entire school calls him a “Chick” because he sparks their maternal instincts to protect him with his cute act.
His route mostly focused on the fact that he feared abandonment because his previous owner scratched him up and told him to be a “good boy”. Every time the heroine leaves he fears that she’ll abandon him and so he becomes obsessive over her. Eventually though he grows and realizes their relationship won’t just wither away if she isn’t there 24/7 and lays off and they form a real romantic relationship and he becomes more mature.
I really liked how realistic his feelings were. Honestly mental illness and trauma portrayed realistically and then people healing is really good stuff.
For some reason he had powers to speak to ghosts and talk to animals and I’m not sure why??? It’s because his personality was designed that way as a doll but it felt out of place.
Yuri: Yuri I was very ready to like because of his design, but once I started playing his route I didn’t like him. Luckily he redeemed himself by the end.
He’s the classic womanizer character. But as an adult teacher! (Kind of. He is a doll and has only been alive a month so he doesn’t really have an age so it makes me feel a bit more lax on this verses other dating sims)
It’s revealed though that he’s a womanizer because he was designed to be every woman’s perfect man. And because he was designed to be that way he doesn’t know how to respond to sincere love and real feelings which makes his route with the heroine very romantic. He had a lot more romance in his route than the other routes I think since the heroine realized she had feelings for him pretty early on after he made her into cinderella with a make over.
He refuses to date his student though and quits being a teacher so that’s nice. (because he gets a job as a teacher when he turns into a human)
In the other routes Yuri was someone who would flirt with the heroine but would be an unlikely shoulder to lean on and give advice so he overall ended up being good.
Lance: One of my favorite routes was Lance who was described as being an ice prince by all the other characters. He’s very smart and cold and distant. But the reason he is that is because he wasn’t designed to have a personality. He feels inferior to all the other dolls for being designed with personalities while he sees himself as uninteresting and nothing.
The heroine helps him by giving him memories and things he likes though even though he wasn’t designed with likes or dislikes. She helps him have a life. They also share a bond because he was the first doll she had out of the main love interests and was the only one there when her grandpa was alive. So she finds him special.
Tei: Tei was interesting because he was the big brother type. (Or Mom type as all of the characters tried to describe him) He always acted like he was trying to help and was the mature and kind one. However in most of the bad endings he ends up killing you so I knew he was straight up crazy and was a little worried for his route.
His route ended up being much better than expected. Sure it had some drama of him dating your friend because his fan club was putting you in danger and he didn’t want them paying attention to you, while trusting Soi because you talked about her so much when he was a doll, but besides that you find out he’s crazy fairly early and just want him to explain why he’s suddenly saying mean stuff.
You see Tei was put in a box most of his life and was only shown an hour a day by his owner. His owner would always say he was clean which he realized was a curse. Because once someone broke him and he became unclean his owner started telling him he was dirty and crying and being mean to him. She then sold him off to the heroine. And because he was a limited edition doll his dirty part (his knee) couldn’t be replaced.
The trauma made him him…different. He loves the heroine in all routes but believes he’s too “dirty” to be with her. If people start harming her though he gets mad because it isn’t him that is making her dirty so she can’t be on his level because abuse = love to him.
In his route he starts feeling urges to hurt her so she can be on his level because she’s too clean for him. So he distances himself by dating her friend.
Of course the heroine helps him come to understand that he’s not dirty or damaged. And they get together and are happy. Before she disappears that is like in all routes.
Red: Red could only be played last and although I love him I feel like he was shafted for main plot stuff.
Red is an action hero doll. An action figure. So he acts like every shonen hero ever talking about defeating villains and using the power of teamwork to work together. Except that isn’t this genre. Only one of him was made and given to the heroine and his makers decided to give him in his personality the delusion that he had hidden special powers. Which never triggered.
His route consists of the fact that he has delusions but the heroine still thinks he brings cheer and love to people. Of course then she starts losing her memories because the Monika of the game (or just the villain) starts tearing apart her memories in that route and she starts gaining amnesia.
Red is a hero though and doesn’t abandon the heroine. Eventually by the end he does start getting special powers and giving her memories back and saving her- even if he doesn’t know it.
It was a sweet route but I wanted more of the focus to be on Red, just like how the other routes were focused on all the characters.
Overall this game was super fun!!! It’s connected to the dandelion wishes brought to you universe and I’m gonna play that next I think. It genuinely made me happy and I can’t count how many times I said something to myself, shocked.
It’s good for anyone who likes dark themes or games that focus on helping people from trauma, abandonment, or loneliness. The characters were very fleshed out too.
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Can i request a yandere!tarzan! Jungkook? I've been thinking about it a lot lately but nobody seems to done it :""))
Champing At The Bit
✂ Pairing: Yandere! Tarzan! Jeon Jeongguk x Reader
✂ Word Count: 3,6k+
✂ Trigger Warning: Animal attack, blood, death, obsessiveness, possessiveness, sadism
✂ This story is fictional and for amusement only. I don’t believe any of the members would do this in real life. As always, thank you for reading and I hope you have a good day!
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Okay, so… I might have gone a bit overboard on this one. This is probably the longest one-shot I’ve ever written, but I don’t know. The edited version might be shorter, tho. Why, you look at that. It’s longer than the unedited one.
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“One way or another, I’m going to find ya. I’m gonna get ya. One way or another, I’m going to win ya.” – One Way Or Another [Blondie]
You didn’t know what to expect from this scene.
No, scratch that. You hadn’t expected this to happen at all.
You had always known that your baby brother was more sociable than you. It was a trait you had been long secretly envious of. There was something from him that easily attracted people to him, either from his smile or overall mannerisms. While you were approaching your early twenties, your social skills remained undeveloped. It didn’t help that you had a tendency to overanalyze things, too.
However, you would later learn that your introversion wasn’t a curse as you had initially thought. In fact, it could save you from the doom that would soon befall you.
“[Brother’s name], what… what are you doing? Who is he?” you asked, brows furrowed deeply and eyes widened in an overwhelming mixture of confusion, shock, relief, fear, and wariness.
“Ah, Noona!” your brother beamed once he spotted you and enthusiastically pointed to the stranger in question. “Look, I’ve got a new friend! His name is Jungkook, but he likes to be called ‘Kookie’.”
Your mouth slackened as you glanced at the pair back and forth, trying to make sense of their relationship. Well, it wasn’t like you misheard what your brother said just now. In fact, you heard it a little bit too clearly for your liking. But of course, what kind of a normal human being would immediately accept the fact that their sibling had befriended a fucking Tarzan in the middle of a forest?!
‘Kookie’ shrunk a little and bowed his head when you averted your attention to him, displaying his shyness towards strangers. At least, he wasn’t aggressive. That was a plus. You didn’t know what to do if there was a young man, wearing nothing but a dark ripped cloth to cover his lower part, were to attack your brother. You cleared your throat to distract yourself from the disturbing image.
“Well, that was nice and all but can we please go back to the camp? Mama has been waiting for you, you know?”
[Brother’s name] bit his bottom lip, and it didn’t take a genius to know that he hesitated to leave this ‘Kookie’. Was it possible to create such a close relationship with someone you just met? Was he really that interesting to your brother until he felt reluctant to go?
“Can we bring him too? He looks so lonely…”
You didn’t bat an eye on rejecting his ridiculous suggestion, “I don’t think that’s a good idea, [Brother’s name].”
There was no way in hell you would bring that guy to your parents. They might not panic much, but you didn’t want to deal with the consequences should something bad happened. He might get a panic attack – or worse, go on a rampage – if you forced him to meet other people.
“But can you at least introduce yourself first, Noona? Kookie might be shy, but he’s very curious about you.”
How the hell did he know that that guy was curious about you? Did he suddenly possess a sixth sense or something? And besides, that guy refused to look at you in the eye!
“Oh, um, I…” Fuck this shit. If you wanted to leave, then you better deal with this quickly. “Uh… Hi, Kookie. I’m [Name], [Brother’s name]’s older sister.”
Was that friendly enough? Could he even comprehend what you just said? Judging from the way [Brother’s name] grinned when he glanced at the said man, you assumed that he indeed understood. To some extent, probably.
“Kookie said you’re pretty, Noona.”
How did one accept a compliment from a Tarzan? You didn’t know, you never bothered to know, and you definitely didn’t expect to know how. And that was why your reaction was painfully awkward, even cringy if someone were to watch this whole interaction.
“Oh, thank you. He’s… he’s handsome too.”
That wasn’t a lie. He did look handsome. And cute too. With long eyelashes that framed his doe eyes, chubby cheeks, healthy pink and plump lips, down to the tiny mole that you almost missed. You had no doubt that he would gain a lot of admirers had he was more… normal. But what was normal for you, might not be normal to others. And with his fidgety mannerisms that just screamed bashfulness and awkwardness throughout, he might end up as one of those wallflowers or an antisocial that avoided people altogether.
No, actually, the latter seemed much more likely to happen. It was a miracle that your brother even managed to befriend him in a span of twenty minutes.
Another reason for you to be insecure about.
“Okay, introduction’s over. Let’s go back, shall we?”
[Brother’s name] nodded, satisfied with what he thought was a successful conversation. Linking his fingers with yours, he skipped down the trodden path that led to the campsite whilst smiling happily. With your back turned, you were able to sense Jungkook’s penetrating gaze as opposed to the occasional timid glances earlier.
A shiver slithered down your spine.
It had been days since your first encounter with Jungkook. And ever since that, your brother had been secretly meeting him under the pretense of ‘exploring the area’. Of course, you being you, refused to accept his excuse at face value, unlike your parents who had shown a positive reaction over his so-called adventure. They even made another comment on how you should ‘be more active like him’ instead of ‘spending your time doing useless things such as constantly playing your phone’, although they didn’t know what you truly did with it. Just because you often play your phone, didn’t mean you always searched meaningless things. Sometimes, you liked to explore stuff and looked up some facts.
Obviously, they didn’t understand that. Not that you wanted to. There was no reason why you should convince someone who was too stubborn to change their mind.
The latter was also why they decided to make this spontaneous camping in the first place, much to your dismay. You had initially planned to spend your whole summer working on that story you had been procrastinating for so long, but your parents thought that it was time for some ‘family moment’.
And because you cared about your brother, despite your envy, you’d decided to ‘join’ him. Your parents were excited and thought that you finally ‘opened up’ to the world. You had ignored their gushing and accompanied your sibling in meeting his new friend.
Jungkook, although shy, was very talkative once a close bond was established. You didn’t find this very surprising, to be honest, since you yourself weren’t much different than him in this aspect. But what astounded you was the fact that he seemed to take more interest in you, more than he did to your brother. [Brother’s name], being a naïve boy he was, felt happy with this development. Thus, he took it upon himself to act as the ‘accommodating guide’ by answering Jungkook’s silent questions that – frankly speaking – sounded more like hushed whispers and occasional hoots. You didn’t know that it was possible for someone to gain a skill in communicating with Tarzan within such a short time, but that was what set him apart from you anyway.
Slowly, but surely, Jungkook started to open up more and more with you. From light, albeit hesitant, touching to bashful smiles; he did everything he could do to ensure that your attention remained on him alone. He even tried to speak to you once, but your overt inability to comprehend his words prevented you from fully understanding what he said. It wasn’t as if you wanted to know, either.
Honestly, you didn’t know what to feel from this so-called development. On one hand, you were creeped out at the fact that Tarzan had taken an interest in you. But on the other hand, you were flattered that someone actually found you desirable for once. That someone would make an effort to get to know you, or by the very least, including you in their conversations and not neglecting you as most people did.
The last day of camping came at the blink of an eye. [Brother’s name] kept sobbing that he wouldn’t be able to visit Jungkook again, while you awkwardly patted his small back. Comforting people wasn’t your forte, but for the sake of people you loved, you were willing to do anything for them. Even if it meant handling their emotional outbursts.
“Come on, [Brother’s name]. We need to go home.” you murmured, yet he merely cried harder. Before you, Jungkook didn’t provide any assistance whatsoever except watching him for the past five minutes.
“B-but, I can’t see him again.” [Brother’s name] blubbered.
You wished to say that he would be able to meet Jungkook once he was a bit older, but you couldn’t exactly promise such a thing to him. Life sometimes got in the way of achieving what you wanted, and that was why you refused to go around spreading empty words unless the odds were favorable.
“Okay, well…” you glanced around, racking your brain to come up with a perfect solution that wouldn’t leave [Brother’s name] even sadder than he already was. “Why don’t you say goodbye to Kookie now? Who knows, you might feel a bit better.”
[Brother’s name] sniffled, but luckily, he obliged to your suggestion. Approaching the quiet Jungkook, he threw his small arms around his neck and sobbed into his bare shoulders.
“Kookie, I’m leaving now.” he croaked with a voice that broke your heart a little. You’d never expected to get teared up from witnessing such an emotional scene, even though Jungkook was nowhere near emotional. His face remained blank as he blinked repeatedly, as though unaware of a child weeping in his embrace.
Damn him. He could’ve at least made an effort to appear affected.
Sniffling once more, [Brother’s name] withdrew from the one-sided hug and smiled bitterly. “I’ll see you again, Kookie. Please don’t forget me.”
Jungkook stared at him for a moment before turned to you. His dark eyes were hollow yet piercing as if trying to gauge your reaction through your ‘friendly-sister-of-a-friend’ façade. Maybe he did, then that would explain why he kept watching you lately. If you could even call that ‘watching’ because it looked more like observing than mere watching. Still, it didn’t make the experience felt any less unnerving.
You simpered at him, nonetheless. Couldn’t show him your discomfort, could you? For all you knew, he could be planning something and a glimpse of your true feelings might be something he’d deeply anticipated. “Well, Jung– I mean, Kookie. I think it’s time for us to go. It’s been an interesting week, and I can’t say that I regretted meeting you.”
Just a little, though. You had always doubted that Tarzan existed, especially in such a modern world like this, but his existence proved otherwise.
Jungkook stepped forward and suddenly brought you into a deep hug. Stunned, you let him buried his head into your stomach. You could’ve sworn that you heard him purring too, yet that was the least of your worries. Jungkook had never been this bold before – he always retained some degree of shyness in expressing his affection – so perhaps he finally felt comfortable with you? Enough to embrace you without a warning like this?
“[Name]…” he mumbled against your shirt. Your eyes instinctively widened, while [Brother’s name] gasped in astonishment.
“He spoke!” [Brother’s name] squealed, clapping vigorously as if he had witnessed first-hand something extraordinary. That would be understandable considering that Jungkook never seemed to speak before. “He finally spoke!”
You didn’t know what to do in this situation. No, scratch that, you knew exactly what you wanted to do. You wanted to run – away from this forest and its nonsense – and never looked back. Being observed was enough to put you on the edge, and now he decided to call you by your name too? This should’ve turned on the warning bell in your head. And as much as you wished to shove him on to the ground, you still had the decency to gently push him away.
“Oh, did you hear that? Mama is calling us. Let’s go, [Brother’s name]!” On the spur of the moment, you came up with a not-so-believable lie and grabbed his hand.
[Brother’s name] sputtered in shock. “B-but, Noona, I didn’t–”
“Goodbye, Kookie!” you exclaimed with more vigor than necessary, or what would one expect from a farewell.
You dashed through the trees which homogeneity seemed to confuse you in each minute, determined to make it into the campsite before it was too late. Why did you feel this way when the forest looked safe? Honestly, you weren’t sure yourself. You just had this hunch that something was wrong the moment Jungkook averted his gaze to you.
Or maybe the darkness and desire in his eyes gave it away.
Either way, you couldn’t afford to rest even if [Brother’s name] had been panting since earlier. You wanted to prove to yourself that your hunch was incorrect; that it was merely a suspicion or a secret fear that Jungkook would try to harm you and your family. Maybe it was somewhat unfair to place the blame on him when he hadn’t done anything wrong than just being his shy, creepy self. But it wasn’t like you could trust someone you met a week ago. You weren’t that careless.
During your rushed journey, you’d prayed and prayed that your hunch didn’t come true. That it all just happened in your head. But nothing, absolutely nothing, could prepare you for the massacre that greeted you at your destination.
Bodies laid on top of each other, eyes glassy yet profound with the unfairness of being the innocent victims. Some of their limbs looked like they had been forcibly ripped out from their sockets, leaving bloody bones that protruded through the rugged flesh. Their clothes were torn, mouths opened in a silent scream that fell on deaf ears, and they were looking up the sky as though it could lend a lifeline to save them from their untimely dooms.
Bile climbed from the pit of your stomach as you covered [Brother’s name]’s eyes, afraid that he would be traumatized by the horrible sight. He was still young and pure; he didn’t need to see what his parents had become. Charred and torn beyond belief and recognition. Sure, you weren’t really fond of them due to their tendency to compare you with [Brother’s name], but they didn’t deserve to die. Nobody at this campsite did, honestly.
“Noona!”
You gasped when someone – or rather, something – snatched him from your grasp. A black chimpanzee stood in one of the branches and held him against its chest, shouting incoherent things to you. Despite your disinterest towards monkey and ape species, there was a hidden fear deep inside your heart that was reserved for the chimpanzees. Especially when they were cornering you right now, a helpless and panicked human. You didn’t know if chimpanzees could eat humans, but you did know about their cannibalistic habits.
And now, your beloved baby brother was held as a captive.
What kind of a shitty movie was this?!
“Do you still… want to leave, [Name]?” a breathy voice asked in a broken sentence, showing their slight inexperience of speaking human language.
Your expression went cold as you slowly turned around, wishing that the speaker was nothing like what you thought them to be. However, your hunch was proven correct once again.
“Jungkook,” you hissed, gritting your teeth in a refrained anger. As much as you wanted to lash out to him, you knew that the chimpanzees wouldn’t take too kindly of it. You just knew it. “What the fuck is this, huh? Explain this!”
“Calm… down.”
“Don’t tell me how to calm down, you piece of shit!”
As expected, the chimpanzees started to get hostile over your equally offensive approach. Some were already approaching you, ready to tear you to bits had Jungkook didn’t raise his hand. The clamor stopped as soon as it arose, but the aura they emanated was still murderous. Peering to Jungkook, you concluded that he must be a leader or some sort.
Would it be weird if you say that you weren’t surprised in the slightest?
“[Name], you have to… know that you can’t… leave this forest… as you please,” he explained without looking at you. Oh, so now he was acting haughty, huh? Where was the shy boy who couldn’t even see you without blushing?
“So what? People come here all the time, yet they’re free to go anytime they want. Why the fuck should I be any different, huh?” You pointed a finger in his direction and glowered, trying to display an aggressive body language despite your huge difference in power. Maybe those chimpanzees would back down somewhat?
Well, no. Because you could hear them growling in the background.
“Because… you’re special.”
You narrowed your eyes, clearly not amused with his half-assed excuse. If he thought that he could convince you with that, then he would be dead wrong. “The fuck–?”
As if on cue, the chimpanzee who held [Brother’s name] captive suddenly took a chunk out of his left shoulder. You froze in shock, watching the blood spurted from the wound like in slow motion. The sound of his agonized scream echoed in the forest, when not even a single cricket dare to chirp. All witnessed the chimpanzee brutally lacerated his flesh until the bone and tendons were visible to the naked eye.
“Stop! Stop!” you finally shouted after a moment of stupefaction, the aggressive facade shattered when tears started to trickle little by little. “Stop this, please! I… I’ll do anything! Just… just, please. Don’t hurt him. Please. I’ll do anything, I swear to God.”
Jungkook’s face lit up almost instantly. However, you were too busy worrying about [Brother’s name]’s state and dread over his looming death to notice it.
If only you saw his joyous face right now, or the smug smirk that closed your and [Brother’s name] fates…
But it wasn’t as though you could compromise his safety for the sake of your selfishness, right? No matter how much you envied him, no matter how much you wanted to be like him for just a little – a moment – he was, and would always be, your little brother. Your younger sibling.
Your beloved baby brother whose existence you’d been anticipating ever since your mother announced her pregnancy.
Your beloved baby brother who saw you for the first time with those sparkling doe eyes and pouty lips.
Your beloved baby brother who held your pinky finger and beamed that cute smile of his.
And most of all, your beloved baby who always made you smile and laugh when the world seemed to turn its back against you.
It was funny how easy it was to say ‘I love you’ to your exes, any time and any day when you had never said it to your own sibling.
What kind of a big sister was you?
“Really…? Then, I guess… you don’t mind if you become mine, right? I’ve been waiting… for this moment.” Jungkook inclined his head and smiled softly as if reminiscing something. “That kid… has been irritating me to no end.”
There was only regret and anger left in your constricting chest when Jungkook moved to hug you from behind. Regret for not being able to help your brother, and anger for being so fucking useless.
But what were you, compare to a horde of chimpanzees waiting for the right moment to strike?
What were you, compare to his authority and power?
And what were you, to resist your own fate?
You let those sturdy arms wrapped themselves around your chest like a straitjacket and sobbed. Resting his chin on your shoulder, Jungkook sighed contentedly.
“I’ve been waiting… to hold you like this… ever since… you appeared. It feels… nice.” He peered towards the damned chimpanzee as though he barely remembered that they were here in the first place, and their presence ruined his ‘peaceful’ moment. Never mind the fact that he was probably the one who had ordered them to ambush you.
“Everyone,” you stopped sobbing for a moment and waited with bated breath his next demand. What was he going to say? What was he going to do? Hopefully, he would release [Brother’s name] and allow him to live. After all, you had willingly give yourself to him. Surely Jungkook wasn’t that evil, right? There must be some humanity deep inside him, however small it might be.
… Right?
“Eat him.”
The chimpanzees immediately charged at [Brother’s name] from every direction without any hesitation whatsoever. You watched in horror their sharp teeth sunk into his skin and ripped it like a starved animal. He wailed and writhed in their hold, wishing anyone to help him.
To save him.
To rescue him.
“No, no, no!” At this point, you actively struggled against Jungkook’s much stronger grip as you kicked and screamed for them to stop. For him to stop. For everything to stop. “Why are you doing this?! Stop!”
“As I said earlier… you’re special. And I can’t… let that kid… get in the way of our happiness.” Jungkook buried his face into your sweaty neck and smiled, ignoring your resistance and cries of help. “Now, we can finally be together.”
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Hi Jack! We’re an 18+ Original Character Pacific Northwest Gothic RPG and were hoping you had time to give us an opinion please and thank you so much
hi there @thepinesrpg! i’m happy to give you an opinion. since you didn’t specify private, i will post this on my blog. feel free to ask me to take it down if that was a mistake.
NOTE: all opinions expressed here are mine, jack’s, belonging to jack. i make no claims to knowing what is best for every group – i only offer advice based on my experiences, what i’ve seen in the community, and my personal knowledge. no one person knows what is best for you or any group other than yourself; because you were the one who put all of this together in the first place. so take everything i say as a suggestion, and remember that you have accomplished so much!!
i want to point out before the opinion that this isn’t just a shoutout, it is a very big rec!! thepinesrpg is a great place to form a muse in a creative yet familiar supernatural environment
and if you have any questions, want feedback on something specific, or want elaborations on anything said in this opinion, don’t hesitate to message me!!
start: 13.15 | pause: none | end: 13.40TOTAL: 30 minutes to read all pages excluding skeleton bios, lore pages, informational pages, etc. (this isn’t an indicator of anything, I simply time myself)
So first impressions by the main are excellent. Your header image is minimalist but with that slight movement from the gif that it doesn’t draw attention to it repeatedly but also it’s not cluttered and an eyesore as some headers often can be. The contrast of the dark green with the white shades of the background create a good balance too. Personally I’m a BIG fan of sidebars that include a lot of worldbuilding information like the calendar, the weather forecast, etc. I will say though it IS a lot of scrolling. Ideally finding a theme with two sidebars would be perfect to kind of give a balance to what you’re looking to have included but I know they can be hard to find while still including everything you want out of the theme itself -- so that’s not a big issue.
The one thing that I’m against is the length of your sidebar description. It’s catchy, sure, but three paragraphs is a bit long compared to other rpgs. I’d recommend bringing it down to one paragraph with your favorite parts and then including a generic statement at the bottom. I actually ended up putting one together myself (which you’re free to use if you want to take my advice on condensing it, otherwise feel free to ignore it) below:
They say it’s the quiet ones that you have to watch out for ― that the most dangerous people wait in silence to strike. Places are like people in that way. With big cities it’s all noise… but towns―towns are quiet, aren’t they? And this town ― Blackwood Pines ― made quiet danger an art form. But you’ll never know about the accidents, the disappearances, the murders or cults or hauntings until you move here. That’s how we like it. So why not stay a while? Take in the sights, breathe in the mountain air. If you’re brave enough see what kind of trouble you find… or what kind of trouble finds you.
I’m also wondering if it wouldn’t be more prudent to reduce your sidebar links to your primary focuses? I feel like Tasks and Events can be brought up to the Post Acceptance tab. In what I’ve seen the existence of Sidebar links is for those things that don’t really have a PLACE on a main link bar, or that would extend one subsection way too far. Reducing it to your mobile nav, trigger list, announcements, discord, and inspo blog might help you seem less cluttered in the long run.
I love love love your Plot. It’s well-written, well thought-out, and just overall cuts right to the chase and gives me the information I need while also encouraging me to keep reading to learn more. My recommendation would be to move the timeline of events to its own page. I get how it builds on the plot but thinking ahead it would be an excellent page to include RP Events and Plot Drops, but you don’t want the plot page to seem too long. I love the timeline idea but adding it to its own page highlights both the Plot and Timeline separately as their own informational pages.
Your Guidelines, not gonna lie, are HELLA long. Many of those points can either be condensed into one statement or brought together with other points. I’d say just go over them as admins and see what is redundant and what could be worked out with less words. The reason I say this is because a lot of times long rules pages -- while personally something I like, as it proves the RPG has structure behind it -- can be a huge turn-off for potential members. God knows why, but they just are. You can still say everything you have with less wordage!
Just so y’all know -- your FAQ link redirects back to the main. Don’t know if that’s on purpose yet or not.
So your Character Masterlist page theme… shows a LOT right off the bat. I can get why that’s appealing but have you considered down the line when you have tons of members keeping all of that information in line and constantly updated? It can be really time-consuming. Finding a page theme that has room for the FC, name, and species (and player, but that’s optional i.m.o.) would make it seem much neater and then you can link to pages with all of that additional info as well as character biographies. This is partially personal preference but also just what I see from groups like yours in the rpc, while also taking into consideration the amount of work you’ll have to do down the line.
As a whole your worldbuilding pages are great! I’m not gonna comment on your lore because, well, it's YOUR lore. But I am seeing a lot of different page theme codes and while it can be helpful in differentiating the different info… I’ll warn you that it can alienate potential members. There was a bit of discourse about this a while back in the rpc and while I couldn’t give less of a fuck about what people think so long as my info is presented well, as someone with attention issues it is a little hard for me to keep focus when there’s just so many different layouts changing; some unnecessarily. Some people just don’t like it -- which is silly -- but it can take away from people’s experience if they have attention and focus issues like I do.
I’m a big fan of how all your forms are on one page?? Hiatus, Connections, Application; having all of that in one place makes it very easy for members and newcomers and honestly can we make that the standard?? I’ll happily pitch it.
There is only one thing I’ll request y’all DO change, and this is something I’ve spoken to other rpgs about before. I’d like for you guys to go through your pages and take every instance of “MALE” and “FEMALE” and replace them with “MEN” and “WOMEN.” It’s a common language mistake but does wonders for showcasing the inclusive environment I know you admins are striving for here. Especially since you do have a Non-Binary section as well.
Overall I’m a HUGE fan of your rpg. It’s not my personal cup of tea but I’m a sucker for lore, worldbuilding, and tons of info and history to suck up before I’ve even started thinking about a character. Many RPGs with these types of in-depth info pages are limited only to skeletons and I think your choice to have open characters and apps is a great one. There’s a lot of long-lasting potential here as well as great and juicy Events and Plots. You guys should be very, very proud. And you should also know that there are groups of people who are NOT as excited about extensive lore as we are. It has the potential to alienate some just looking for a place to make a muse and write in a new setting--which is what you guys are at your core. Whether you’re fine with that or maybe want to go back and see if there’s anything redundant that can be erased or condensed -- that is completely up to you guys. I had my own lore-heavy RPG and know the pros and cons firsthand.
I can see you guys being around for a long time and I urge you to keep up the amazing dedication! There’s a great admin team here and that’s apparent from the first page. Good job guys!!
Jack
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SnK Chapter 109 Poll Results
The chapter 109 poll closed with 1070 responses. Thank you to everyone who participated!
RATE THE CHAPTER
1,038 Responses
With overall good reviews, the chapter had an average score of 3.86 out of 5. Many people appreciated the breather and the info dump while others felt like nothing really happened and are becoming more impatient to get answers or see their favorites again.
Apart from the depressing lack of Levi, I enjoyed the chapter. Hange's look of resolution was a relief, showing that Erwin was right to choose Hange as the next commander. Kaya's simple questioning and Falco's responses were moving. Poor Gabi still doesn't get it, but I hope she will.
Glad to see the dots getting connected up in the story slowly. I expect big revelations in the next chapters to come. Also nice to see some more intrigue and character developing moments, and not just back-to-back action. I love this series for chapters like this one.
Fantastic chapter. I was so sad when it ended. I can't wait for shit to hit the fan.
My rating is a high 3. Not that it was an average chapter, but just slower and focused on Gabi and Falco where there was a LOT of setup and a good bit of pay-off. Basically, I feel like it was mostly setup and so not that great on its own.
Honestly, this was a meh chapter. I'm really wanting to see the EMA conversation.
I believed we were going to see EMA talk + more information about Historia's pregnancy + Nicolo with his bottle of wine, but it looks like Isayama decided to surprise us and give us "" The Big Adventure of Falco and Gabi"".
I thought it was really well done and its making me warm up to seeing some of the characters I wasn't too fond of in the past
IT WAS SO GOOD OH MY GOD! The flashbacks just bring up old feelings especially seeing the full story of Sasha saving Kaya. I am absolutely ready and not ready for what will happen next.
loved it, I live for character driven chapters
WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE PART OF THE CHAPTER?
1,048 Responses
With a heavy character-focused chapter, 23.5% of respondents found Gabi being bitten by the horse their favorite moment (though is that because of the Jean joke or the content of the chapter itself?). In 2nd place, 20.6% chose Kaya’s recollection of Sasha, and in 3rd with 15.1% Mikasa remembering Eren.
Does Jean have mind control powers over the horse that bit Gabi?
Horse Paths
I wonder if the horse that attacked Gabi was actually Sasha's horse? Animals can sense things we can't.
The horse' smirk after biting Gabi is the proof Isayama is the best mangaka
Gabi, this is the work of Isayama after all... devilry is to be expected.
Nice to see Jean getting more development
This whole calling every horse Jean shit that this fandom does is so tired.
The part at the end of the chapter with Gabi, Falco and Kaya might be one of my favorite moments in the entire series. I can't wait to see what kind of effect it has on Gabi. While I don't think Gabi's brainwashing will be broken completely, this moment definitely should have opened her eyes a little.
Since it wasn't included, I'm adding it here: my favourite moment was Kaya, Gabi and Falco's final conversation about the ""heritage of sins"". Kaya's ""Why did my mother have to die like that?"" parallels the same sentiment of a lot of characters (Eren in particular), and I'm liking this approach for Gabi's development. Really heart-wrenching. A special mention to the best dad ever, Papa Blouse. He's really kind-hearted and I loved that panel where he thought Gabi's reaction to his wife (?) petting her head was because Gabi had an abusive family. Or, at least, that's what I got from that.
I really appreciated the grim take on kid Eren's savage attack against the human traffickers, because it was exceptionally creepy in real life standards. You can see Eren stabbed the guy at least six or seven times and continued even when the guy was clearly not moving anymore.
WHICH NEW DETAIL DID YOU GET MOST EXCITED ABOUT?
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35.5% of respondents were excited to learn that Yelena actually did contact Eren prior to his time in Marley. 14% were pleased to find out that Kaya overheard Falco and Gabi talk about getting back home. 12% are intrigued by the boat and about nearly the same amount of people were excited to learn that both Floch & Co released sensitive information about Eren and that Louise is the girl Mikasa saved back in chapter 6.
Hanji seems to be preparing something...
Paradis is maybe planning to test the rumbling power in Shiganshina
That the girl Sasha saved is named Kaya
The series is so complicated right now little tib bits are flying way over my head like “Eren has a house” and “Shiganshia is being evacuated”. Completely missed those.
Floch is now a hardcore Eren stan (character development!)
The fact that at least one person (two if we count that one drunk MP) is paying attention to all these red flags which screams "ZEKE IS PLAYING YOU ALL LIKE A FIDDLE: ABORT MISSION"
Floch is swirl-head no longer.
Zackly's appearance and his title as "head of state"
I want to know so much! What did Zeke/Yelena tempt Eren with? What was so convincing to the Floch Faction?! Is Levi okay?!?
WHICH OF THE NEWLY NAMED CHARACTERS WAS YOUR FAVORITE?
1,043 Responses
Kaya made a big impact on most readers, with 64.5% liking her most out of the more-newly-introduced characters. Louise is next at 31.7%.
if Ms. Kaya actually becomes the next generation Sasha my acne will clear.
Kaya is just so sweet I love her lots she just admires Sasha so much and will play a huge part in Gabi's character development I think.
Kaya is adorable and I will love and protect her with my entire life
Louise is awesome since she still has a youthful optimism that has been beaten out of the main crew for a long time, and Kaya is an awesome character
I love Gabi. I love Falco. I love Hange. I love Kaya. I love Mikasa. Too much to love in the series, what do I do?
The scene between Louise and Mikasa surprised me. I didn't expect this girl to appear again and I didn't expect her to dedicate her heart to Mikasa. That felt almost romantic..
I want more Louise teasing to Mikasa
WHICH FLASHBACK HAD THE MOST EMOTIONAL IMPACT FOR YOU?
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42% of respondents most felt a connection to Kaya’s story about Sasha saving her. Following up in 2nd with 31.1% is Mikasa’s memories of Eren, and Hange rounds up 3rd with 22.8.
I cried when Kaya sad she want to be like Sasha.
First time reading gave me chills (when kaya said she wanted to be like Sasha)
adore how, when Louise asks if Eren saved Mikasa, Mikasa remembers him wrapping the scarf around her, while the moment when he literally saved her life by killing two of her abductors is cast sinisterly (just like it was in Chapter 6). It really makes crystal clear that it was his kindness, not his violence, that saved Mikasa. (Like how Sasha didn't just save Kaya's life, the Brauses took her in, too.)
HOW GREAT WAS IT TO SEE FLEGEL IN THIS CHAPTER?
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Flegel returns to the manga after over 50 chapters, sporting Isayama’s hallmark post-time-skip beard!
I just loved all of it. Loved to see past characters reappear like Flegel, Louise, Peaure, Roy, etc.
WHAT DO YOU THINK IS THE CAUSE OF MIKASA’S HEADACHES?
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Nearly half of respondents believe that Mikasa’s headaches are something purely connected to her “AckerAsian” biology and are unique only to her. 18% believe that it’s something related to the Eldian paths, and another 18% think it’s something about Louise specifically. We received many interesting write-in theories as well:
A mix between her AckerAsian biology and something regarding Eren and/or the coordinate.
I think it’s paths affecting her and that she is somehow connected to paths because of her Ackerman background.
Either Zeke or Kiyomi trying to manipulate her memories or release new feelings about them? We know that Ackermans can't forget, but they could be affected differently. But then... Eren would have needed to do something to her. I hope not.
AckerBond breaking
Maybe she is starting to actually question Eren and will turn against him
Her headaches are triggered by stressful memories or circumstances. PTSD maybe?
I think Mikasa always gets those headaches in times of great stress, ever since she got hit in the head by those traffickers as a child.
As others have said, fear of losing her family again
I think she experiences these headaches whenever she feels she's about to lose or lost someone she cares about. If she's having doubts about what kind of person Eren is, in a way she's losing the Eren she knows. I'm not sure, though!
Louise had the wrong idea about Mikasa after she was saved by her so Mikasa is having a realization that she has likely misread Eren this whole time.
I hope that Mikasa will go on her own road and will disconnect from Eren. She got a headache because she remembered a painful event and this time she was able to see Eren's cruelty and insanity. She didn't see it before. Maybe this memory will cool her so she can move on and live for herself, not just for Eren. She needs to make her own decisions and create her own path. The event with Louise probably helped her to realize that.
THIS CHAPTER WAS HEAVY ON CHARACTER FOCUS AND WE’VE SEEN A LOT OF DIFFERENT IDEAS ABOUT HOW THINGS ARE BEING PERCEIVED. WITH EACH STATEMENT BELOW, INDICATE HOW MUCH YOU AGREE OR DISAGREE.
Falco is still without a doubt best boy, and even though she seems to be the most hated character in the fandom right now, most people don’t think Gabi is all that bad. More importantly, we still really like seeing these two little rascals together.
I like gabi as a character +she's pretty skilled for her age (overparanoid yes but that's what happens when u'r an eldian soldier in marley
Gabi is really tearing my feelings apart - I hate, despite and pity her at the same time.
Getting tired of Gabi being just "that brainwashed kid". She needs some serious character development. She used to be one of my favourites but the "gotta kill everyone" and "muh marley" is getting old. She deserves better.
I'm not angry at Gabi. She has been brainwashed and raised in pro-Marley family. I'm not surprised she acts this way. I believe that she is slowly starting opening her eyes and she will find the truth soon. Yet, I'm surprised of her different type of ""development"". In Marley she was the most skilled and bravest warrior, while on Paradis she cannot do a simple farm work properly and she is afraid of a horse.
Falco is more of a plot device than a realistic character at this point. Gabi is a hundred times more interesting.
Loving the focus on Falco and Gabi, I love those two.
All the Gabi/Falco focus is boring and undeserved, I hope future chapters don't spend so long in them
I loved the character development of Best Boy and Garbage. If things turn out right, Garbage will be redeemed and I'll actually start liking her again
The most divisive character actually seems to be Floch.
On the subject of Floch, I think he only speaks a very superficial ""truth"". His truth appeals to immediate emotional responses, but isn't capable of processing complexity and following the proposed reasoning to its logical end, the consequences.
Wtf I love floch now
Floch may be crazy but he might be onto something
The fandom appears to be conflicted about Hange’s leadership abilities. Most of us however seem to agree that Hange and Pixis were justified in containing Floch, Yelena and their following.
I feel hange (cuz i can't figure out the right choice if there is one either)
Hanji is totally right in arresting Floch and Louise, they (SC) still don't know Eren's intentions
I feel bad for Hange; she's not a good commander, but it's not her fault. She's just not suited for that kind of role.
Just leave my Hange alone! (┳Д┳) She has the shittiest work in the world…
I've seen people calling Hange a fascist. Trust me, I know a fascist when I see one. Wouldn't that be Floch? It's normal for Hange to suffer or make mistakes, but I'm sure she'll rise again.
HOW DID YOU FEEL WHEN THE HORSE BIT GABI?
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A 50/50 split here on those who are pro-horse or pro-devil.
THE HORSE IS BEST BOY
The devil horse was the hero of this chapter. Bless Jean and his equestrian paths.
The horse' smirk after biting Gabi is the proof Isayama is the best mangaka
Shitty Devils
WHEN IT COMES TO WHAT’S BEST FOR PARADIS, WHO WOULD YOU SIDE WITH?
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Many respondents had a hard time choosing, but at nearly 37%, #TeamHange is where the largest group sided. 27% of respondents believe that neither side is correct and 22% believe Floch is the person to side with. There were many write in allegiances as well such as Armin, Levi, Zeke and even Erwin. #TeamEren was the most popular write in response.
Both sides are in the wrong. Hangs and Armin are too naive and unwilling to take action while Floch and his gang are wrong to break the chain of command and leak information. I’m with mikasa - neutral and confused as to which is “more” correct.
Siding against Zeke seems like the best option tbh
Eren because he knows the most out of all of them and I think there’s a valid reason as to why he’s been keeping silent.
For now I'm team Zeke/Eren because I want to believe in Eren. Team Floch is a no no - everytime he says The New Eldian Empire I just shiver. Please no.
Both sides are trying to improve, but it's also leading down to a bad path if they can't balance each other
I need to know what is Eren's plans and reasoning before making a side. Tht boy must had some trippy PATHs shittery going on.
Floch is a nationalist fool who would see the rest of the world burn for the glory of his homeland.
Hange had such good ideas for Paradis and moving forward, and then Eren had to go and fuck them all up. Poor Hange.
I side with Eren. He has his own agenda and that is to save his people. And Floch doesn't know what Eren's motives are.
im so torn ughhhhh
We still don't know everything that happened before the attack on Marley. I'll wait with passing judgement until we've seen everything.
#TeamJägerbrothers
Erwin
WHICH QUESTION INTRODUCED IN THIS CHAPTER ARE YOU MOST LOOKING FORWARD TO BEING ANSWERED?
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With 37.4% of the votes, most people are longing to see the conversation Yelena had with Eren. Apparently we’re all itching to find out why Eren ran off to Liberio on his own. The second most popular choice with over a fifth of all votes was “What is Hange going to investigate?”. I guess with all that teasing, we are desperate to see the wall titans -who are facing inwards- run amok. Mikasa’s headaches and the reason why she keeps getting them ended up in third place.
All of the above
Everything with the word "Jaeger" in it.
What is Hange up to. For real I want her thoughts and investigations - she's been dealing a lot with people relations (Eren in jail, Floch & co. discussion and jail, the media) and i want more of her plans and thoughts unveiled
Are the shit machines still up and running
I'm excited about the conspiracy of Yelena, Floch&co. and Eren. I'm sure it ties in with Historia's current condition, so I can't wait to find out what they have been up to this past year. When we find that out, we might also finally get to hear what circumstances could possibly have led to the attack in Liberio.
I'm really excited to see where the Gabi/Falco/Kaya story is headed.
Everything. There are too many things being dragged out for too long.
WHAT ARE YOU MOST HOPING TO SEE NEXT CHAPTER?
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The next chapter closes the volume and the arc so expectations are high. EMA conversation, information about Historia’s pregnancy and a Jaeger brothers conversation are at the top of our wish list.
Banquet flashback! I want to see the gang in formal dress.
Feed me Reiner
We get all this fuss about Eren that, Eren this. But when are they actually going to show Eren himself to answer all of these questions? I’m tired of this. It’s just been side-character central the entire time with no Eren, Warriors, and Zeke.
Ummm Levi?? What's happening with him? I'm worried for him!
Gabi’s realization/reaction that she shot the girl who saved Kaya. And also flashbacks to the time in Paradis while Eren was gone.
Anything besides Gabi.
What Yelena told Eren
Falco aging 10 years whenever Gabi grabs a piece of cutlery during The Really Awkward Dinner™
ERWIN FLASHBACK PLZ ONE PICTURE ANYTHING
Can we finally see what happened to Marcel ? those flashbacks never fully explained it!
WILL THE ICEBURST POWERED FLYING BOAT TAKE OFF?
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Interestingly, only ⅓ of us want the flying boat be the end of Zackly and Kiyomi. The majority want to see the flying boat take off.
Show us Zackley's ART on the flying boat
I think it's time to build yourself a boat and get far away from everything concerning Paradis and Marley. There is no way this ends good
MOST RELATABLE PANEL. CHAPTER 109 EDITION.
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We’re just as done with it as Hange is. Dramatic gestures and all.
....reaaaally wishing Hange still had Moblit around to help manage all the shenanigans with Eren and his cultists, especially with Levi gone monkey sitting.
Hange looked so tired and weary.
Hange's reaction summarizes my feelings about the whole Marley arc pretty accurately. Not impressed and I'd rather see other questions/plot points answered.
We feel ya, Hange. We all feel ya.
ADDITIONAL THOUGHTS ON THE CHAPTER?
that shit about Jean biting Gabi in the first question had me dissociating for two minutes wondering if i even read the chapter considering i missed something that big. then i lost one more minute considering how OOC it was of Jean to bite anyone, especially Gabi since he should technically just arrest her again, before I finally understood you were talking about the horse. Geez. It's late for some of us here.
It was a good chapter, not the best, but still a good transitionnal chapter. I missed Ereh, historia, Zeke and Armin here (we're seeing armin less and less imo) and I really want to know more about the plan and how it all happened...anyway we'll get to it soon ! I'm just being impatient.
Mikasa briefly reminded me of Sasuke's 'youre so annoying' for a moment when she was telling Louise to stfu... it was hot.
This chapter complicated things for me. I thought things would be pretty straightforward, Eren is in league with Flocke and the others and they all share the same goal. It now seems to me that there are at least three camps. Hange, Armin, ect. who need no introduction, Eren and Zeke and assumably the volunteers, who want to see an end to the cycle of violence on their own terms, and Flocke and his pals, who are nationalists who can only look to the past of the Eldian Empire rather than to the future of mutual cooperation. At the moment, the latter two are merged into one, but eventually their goals too will diverge into separate interests.
As usual, it raised more questions than it answered.
Man I so want answers to Historia and her pregnancy. Plus, as much as he thinks he is, I don't think Eren considers Floch to be on his side, his head is screwed and he might think of him simply as a pawn in a larger plan. Reiner and Porco really need to sit down and talk everything out. After Liberio, maybe Porco will empathise with Reiner. Meanwhile, I don't think Reiner will even consider sparing any of Paradis now, if he was before. He wants Gabi and he wants Falco. He doesn't care what else happens IMO.
The past four chapters have moved at such a slow pace and focused on so many side stories instead of getting to the main plot and characters, that I now find myself a bit disinterested with the manga. I love Gabi and Falco, but this much focus on them is not necessary. We're barely getting any new information, everything is still shrouded in mystery. Moreover, the "reveals" that we've gotten over the past few months feel disingenous. Sure, Kiyomi is money hungry, but seeing as she's playing all sides of the field this woman is more than just a drooling fool. Zeke's backstory feels like Isayama is trying to pull the wool over our eyes, but failing terribly. Finally, the characters we want to see have had very little screen time, the questions we want answered are purposely being avoided. It just feels like Isayama is stretching the material he has as thin as he possibly can. What he has created this past few months is good, but it feels like I'm eating a dinner consisting out of side dishes, and just like my girl Sasha, I just want to get to the meat.
I miss when things were optimistic and it was good vs evil. All this gray is making me depressed.
[Mikasa’s headache] has to have some sort of connection to both Louise and Eren. Whenever Louise talks to Mikasa, she gets flashbacks of Eren. I think this is a demonstration of a loss of innocence and ignorance. The first headache flashback Louise caused was her as an innocent kid and at a time when Mikasa viewed Eren as a god and the only thing that matters. The second time, Louise was no longer innocent, and Mikasa's viewpoint of the exact same flashback became sinister. Just a thought.
Before Liberio's assault, i strongly agreed with Hanji p.o.v. For me, this was still the best way to have a happy end. But it will be hard to make peace now that Eren crushed some diplomate guys, so i suppose we don't have the choice anymore.
idk why people are siding so much with floch, he seems too extreme and radical (not in the surfer way)
As a person who finds Gabi super interesting and sees her as a symbol of redemption and hope for the future of this mess up world, all the hate for her is super annoying.
o annie where art thou ;-;
After last year, I feel like I'm going through withdrawals whenever Reiner only gets one or two panels (or none, like this chapter). Where is he? I want to see my little boy.
Honestly can't see a good ending for Paradis. Communicating with the world before that dead guy told the world about Paradis' current situation and NOT KILLING everyone was how I was hoping they'd try to integrate themselves into the world.
For now, though, I think Mikasa's distress is what really got through to me in this chapter. This is the girl who bases her entire life and survival on Eren's wellbeing and now she's questioning him. MIKASA is questioning EREN'S actions. And not just any actions (they've disagreed plenty before now) but the very act that made him the focus of her life. I'm heartbroken.
And of course, Isayama is really dragging out the emotional impact of Sasha's death here. It sucks. I see why Gabi is the way she is, but I still don't like her. It feels rude or disrespectful almost, to have her be such an important part of the aftermath of Sasha's death. Still, ask me again in six months. Knowing Isayama's twisted mind I might have changed my opinion.
Can we all just appreciate that Isayama doesn't make every kid in this story super ripped? Like Gabi and Falco are obviously, but Kaya has those chubby little cheeks that just make me wanna give her a big hug and tell her everything's ok even though it's NOT.
I'm very super glad about how Sasha's death has been treated. Sasha was, in essence, just an ordinary soldier. She wasn't an amazing super weapon like Eren or the Ackermans. She wasn't a crazy strategic genius like Erwin or Armin. On the whole of it, she was ordinary and very replaceable as a soldier. And yet this ordinary person, this ordinary soldier, is having such a profound impact on others both during her life and during her death. I think it is a great reminder that it isn't just the super special people who can make a difference (which is what we usually see in these kind of stories). Everyone, even an ordinary person, can do it.
I loved Sasha getting a last laugh beyond the grave via the inspiration to Kaya disarming Gabi's hostility
Horse is my fav character now.
I bet Jean loved putting Floch in jail!
I feel like I'm in the minority here but I'm not very interested in gabbi & falco's arc. gabbi is an obvious hate sink, especially since she killed sasha, but her dealing with her chugging of the kool-aid just feels like a shitty reprisal of grisha's & reiner's childhoods in marley. it'll pay off as it always does, but for now I don't give a shit.
I feel so bad for hans ;// they're all alone and so tired, petition to bring erwin and moburrito back!!
There are people in the world like Gabi - with very strong views about others who speak their mind on it and feel certain people will be condemned to hell so I feel her character is very interesting and important. I like Gabi and I look forward to where this story takes her character.
Was hoping for more focus on Eren this chapter after the big blushy flashback, but this was still solid. Isayama juggling a million converging narratives much better than in 107.
I just loved Kaya calmly dropping the bombshell that she heard them loudly arguing and that's how she knew they were from Marley. Also #FalcoBestBoi
I am a very calm person but if Floch harms Hanji in any way i will stab him with a fork.
Glad to see Sasha's kindness and bravery has been honoured and her actions in saving Kaya have become relevant to the plot.
I've been feeling a bit disconnected from the series for a long while, I didn't like all the new characters and how big the conflict is getting, but for me this chapter was better as it focused more on a few characters and their feelings about the situation.
This was a slow chapter, but I'm not really upset about it. Sometimes they're necessary for character development and exposition. The way I see it, if a story is all action all the time then it may look cool, but I wouldn't be able to understand what the heck is going on most of the time. I think my main disappointment here is that Historia didn't show up at all and we still don't know the truth about her situation.
I look forward to Gabi breaking her brainwashing and then something horrible happen to her because this is Attack on Titan and happiness is forbidden.
Bit of a boring chapter, to be honest. But there was a lot of interesting information being offered between the lines, so I'm also very curious about finding out where all the hints are leading.
Even when you think it's starting to make sense, something happens to remind you that Isayama will never let you past square one.
I just want more. The series has become so interesting since the start of season 2 of the anime.
Once Reiner and friends get to the island, we could finally have a chance to see Eren use the Warhammer and Attack titan combined. HURRY UP ISAYAMA
inb4 EMA breaks up like the Beatles and Annie emerges from the crystal to smack some sense into everybody
Is it me or Louise was being a total Mikasa stalker and was hitting on her?
Isayama really likes hurting characters on their birthdays...
Can't wait for the anime to cut parts out and for people to go absolutely apeshit over their favourite panels being cut in 5 years time.
You rock, poll people! Also where is Reiner's glorious ass?
Can I be in the additional comments please I swear I want to be original but I never be IN THE FUCKING SPECIAL ADDITIONAL COMMENTS SO PLEASE thanks :Q
That’s it for this month! A big thank you to everyone who voted! We’ll be back on 10-10 for the Chapter 110 poll ;)
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