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the-moth-from-elsewhere · 7 months

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Oh, I guess I should introduce myself now

I completely forgot to make an introductory pin thingy, so here’s a verrrry long mess of an intro that you should probably skip if you value your time lol. Will edit as needed.

About me, the human(?)

Current hyperfixation: Madoka Magica

Name: I go by Elsewhere, here.

Gender: Cis Female (she/her exclusively)

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Age: Teenager, minor

Disagnoses: ASD, UDD, UAD.

Hobbies: art, fandom, writing, reading, being a chaos, blasting music, asking very dumb questions in tumblr

The kind of stuff you’ll find on this blog: Random thoughts, random memes, random fandom stuff, whatever the heck I feel like, moths, random art, tons and tons of polls I love polls

My a e s t h e t I c : Some unholy combination of Cottagecore, Crow/Goblincore, changelingcore, Yami Kawaii, Kawaii, pastel goth, casual goth, gothic Lolita, fairycore, “dreamy kei”, and mental illness

Country: USA. Or the void. Who knows?

DNI: MAPs, MAP supporters, zoophiles

FAQ about this mess:

“Will you talk about politics/drama?”

I prefer not to get into political fights, as all people are entitled to an opinion and bickering on the internet helps no one. However, I will occasionally pipe up on “clear cut” or trivial issues. (Ex: MAPS are bad. Stuff like that.)

“Trivial issues?”

I will argue about stupid random stuff like cheese flavor lol. Because it’s funny and nobody gets hurt.

“Religion?”

Christian, though I am very against forcing any kind of belief system on anyone. Humans have the right of free will. Treat people like the humans they are.

“If you’re Christian, do you support people like JW and LDS?”

“Christian” cults are terrible. JW and LDS are not Biblical and never have been. Their practices and the way they treat their members is horrible.

“Are you a f u r r y ?”

No. But I do occasionally dabble in Anthro characters and such, and do like a smattering of furry artists/animators

“Are you a therian?”

Nope

“Are you an uwu gamer egirl”

*confused terror noises*

“Nicknames?”

I’m fine with those! Just nothing mean 😅

“DMs? Asks?”

I’m alright with DMs! If you’re tagged as mature/are an adult above 18-19, I’m going to be pretty apprehensive tho. It’s not your fault, just…the internet is dangerous, yunno? As for asks, PLEASE ASK ME THINGS, I LOVE BEING ASKED THINGS

“Do you write fanfic?”

No…..at least, not yet :3

“Wanna join my discord?”

My apologies, I cannot…

Random facts:

My favorite animals are moths, cats, foxes, and…many, many more.

My favorite moth is the Luna Moth, but I also like Rosy Maples and Death’s head moths.

I have glasses

My character color is Lilac

My other favorite colors are pink, black, turquoise, blue…almost anything pastel….so freaking many oh my gosh-

my favorite musical artist is PinnoccioP!

FANDOM TIME

THE STUFF I LIKE A WHOLE LOT/THE STUFF YOU’LL PROBABLY SEE THE MOST

Puella Magi Madoka Magica/Magia Record

-Favorite character: Walpurgisnacht

-Other favorites, in no particular order: Kuroe, Mami Tomoe, Iroha Tamaki, Alina Grey, the Amanes, Kuro (game), Mitama

-Favorite ship: None, I’m not really into Pmmm shipping. Kyosuke kinda sucks tho Sayaka deserves better.

-Have any OCs?: Only a few…

Murder Drones

-Favorite characters: N, Doll, Uzi

-Other favorites, in no particular order: Tessa, V, Lizzy

-Favorite Ship: NUzi

-Have any OCs?: Nope.

Vocaloid

-Favorite character: Miku

-Other favorites, in no particular order: Luka, Len, Rin, Gumi, Kaito, Mayu, Una, VFlower, Maika

-Favorite ship: None, although the internet is slowly convincing me to like LenxMiku for some reason lol

-Any OCs?: No.

-Favorite producers?: PinnoccioP, DECO*27, Mitchie M, Kikuo, I occasionally like MARETU.

STUFF YOU’LL SEE PRETTY OFTEN

Splatoon Series

-Favorite character: Dedf1sh/Acht

-Other favorites, in no particular order: Eight, Captain 3, the Squid sisters, Marina

-Favorite ship: None.

-Have any OCs?: Yes! Many! A few include Periwinkle the shy angst girl, Scarlet the autistic mess, and Varuka the tired sanitized scientist.

Hollow Knight

-Favorite character: Lost Kin and Isma

-Other favorites, in no particular order: Ghost, Hornet, THK, The Radiance sometimes, The White Lady, the Unnamed vessels, Menderbug, the sad miner bug I’m completely blanking on the name of aaaaaa, and Perdita the Braava

-Favorite ship: None.

-Have any OCs?: Nope. I do have AU versions of some of the characters tho

Percy Jackson-verse

-Favorite characters: Percy Jackson, Leo

-Other favorites in no particular order: Annabeth, Calypso, Grover, Hestia, I do like me some chaos gremlin Poseidon sometimes, Will is ok

Favorite ship: Percabeth, Calypso and Leo

-Have any OCs?: No, not planning on it

STUFF THAT MIGHT SHOW UP SOMETIMES BUT NOT VERY MUCH. I still like all of these a good bit tho.

Doki Doki Literature Club!

-Favorite characters: Sayori and Yuri, but I love all of them

-Favorite ship: None

-OCs?: Nah.

Just Monika <3

Warrior Cats

-Favorite characters: So, so many… Um, I like Squilf. And Jayfeather. Oh, and I really like Spottedleaf and think she was done so dirty and she could’ve been written much much better

-Favorite ship: None in particular. I like Squilf x “Shrewpaw but alive” because Squilf deserves a better love interest and Shrewpaw deserves to freaking exist

-OCs?: Yes! A good few.

Wings of Fire

-Favorite characters: Moonwatcher, Glory, Turtle, Qibli, Blue, Cricket

-Favorite ships: Moonbli (but I won’t bicker on the internet about it, I understand the merits of the rest of this triangle), Blicket

-Opinion on Glorybringer and the rest of the problems: Glorybringer could be good but that age gap is a serious concern if not a downright dealbreaker. W.O.F. is very flawed.

-Favorite tribes?: Silkwings, Rainwings, SeaWings, Leafwings, HYBRIDS XD -OCs?: No, but I would like to have some. I do plan on making some adopts :3

Miraculous Ladybug (Ironically. I’m just here for the insane party that is this fandom. This show is terrible but I can’t stop watching it someone pls h a l p -)

-Favorite characters: ADRIEN AND NATHTALIE AND THAT’S BASICALLY IT…I also like Ladybug sometimes but I go back and forth on her a lot.

-Favorite ship: The love square. Aaaaaaaa-

-OCs?: No.

A Hat in Time

-Favorite character: Moonjumper

-Other favorites, in no particular order: Hat Kid, Snatcher, Vanessa, Mustache Girl

-Favorite ship: None

-Vanessa should get a redemption arc I’m not sorry

Yandere Simulator

-Favorite character: Miku girl lol

-Other favorites, in no particular order: Osana, Senpai/Taro (he deserves better than this mess), all the nice/decent rivals, Ai Doruyashi (she should have lived), Kokona

-Absolutely hate: Mida Rana, the freaking developer, Info-chan

-Do you support Yanderedev?: No. He’s done really bad crap, and I don’t even really like most of the game. I just like some of the characters and the really creative parts of the fandom

-favorite ship: None

Red Queen

-Favorite character: Maven HE DESERVES BETTER THE NARRATIVE DID HIM SO DIRTY

-other favorites: Cal, also deserves better

-Notes: This book series is a mess and I don’t even really like it I just think Maven and Cal are cool and that’s it. All you’re going to get from me on this series is angry rants about how Maven could’ve had such a cool redemption arc and they ruined him and how cool Cal is.

Slime Rancher

-Favorite character: Beatrix!

-Other favorites: Mochi, Casey (10/10), Ogden, bOb

-Favorite ship: Bea and Casey Ofc they are precious

-Favorite slime: Tangles, tabbies, Puddles, Flutters, The cute bat ones, the cute bunny ones, phosphors, yolks, I love them alllll qvq

-OCs?: Yes, actually!

Pokemon

-Favorite character: So many- I like Iono a lot!

-Other favorites: Nemona, FREAKING VOLTAGE MIKU, Lilith, Misty, Selena, and more!

-Partner Pokemon: Rosa the Roserade from Sword

-Who do I ship Ash with: Selena, easy.

Pretty Cure

-Favorite character: Cure Happy, Cure Beauty, Cure Spade

-Favorite cure teams: Pretty cure Smile, Doki Doki, and Futari Wa

-Notes: Pretty cure was my hecking childhood man I love Smile

Dang, that all was a lot- o.o

Alts: @myownquieterworld for when I’m sad/poetic lol

#lol #hi tumblr #tumblr #i tried #intro post #introduction #introductory post #blog post #blog intro

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true-blue-sonic · 7 months

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Silver's Powers not being unique to him kinda makes sense because Silver doesn't think of himself as special and is canonically considered a loser at this point.

I personally would say it's mostly the IDW comics that wildly oscillate between the amount of respect they give Silver. They give me the feeling that they simply just can't make up their mind on who or what they want Silver to be, which I would say is because the end goal of the plot is entirely driving the bus here, not the characters and their actions. So that means in the comics, Silver is either a bumbling idiot who needs to be hand-held by the more powerful smarter OCs while nearly getting wiped out by one random Egg Pawn in a flashback, or someone hella OP and serious whose powers while Super can clear an entire planet of a virus that changes its victims on a molecular level. And I think Silver has absolutely amazing moments in IDW! I love the issue where he and Sonic take the six Chaos Emeralds and make a mad dash for Zavok to get the seventh one, where Silver is a crucial component and shown off as his powerful self. And also during his fight with Zor he's no-nonsense, clear about what he stands for, and even shown as unforgiving to an extent. That is definitely why I find it so unfortunate that these moments are counteracted by Silver either being innocent uwu bapy boi, or just being written as incompetent because that's what the plot needs him to be to get to what it wants to achieve.

But that is just the comics. Forces painted Silver a lot more respectably in my opinion (e.g. shown as being capable of making a stand against Infinite, who's been callously murdering people in the streets beforehand with nothing they could do to fight back having the slightest effect), and TSR did too if you ignore the trash talk scene (e.g. Silver being the first to learn of Eggman and Dodon Pa's plans, and keeping an eye on things with help from his friends). Furthermore, the Sonic Channel stories and information about Silver give a much more respectable view of the character, that leans far more towards his positive sides: his straightforwardness, kindness, desire for justice, willingness for peace, reliability, the fact people feel endeared to him, etc etc. Simultaneously, they are not afraid to mention that Silver can take things too far, and can be put on the wrong track at times. Generally, those stories thus paint him as someone serious and incredibly strong (e.g. able to stop the Eclipse Canon beam with a shield of PK) while still being naive and having slight tunnel vision (e.g. not understanding why he was not taken seriously when he told the Soleannan officials about the bridge collapsing, which he knew because he came from the future). It's... better than what the comic is giving us, in my personal opinion; it's at least more enjoyable if you like Silver's personality from the actual games. So I do not at all agree with the idea he's "canonically a loser" currently. It just depends on what media you look into, and how that media treats the character in regards to what Silver's actual personality is like.

#fans don't look #and like.. I've theorised in an earlier post before that Silver does not think of himself as anything remarkable because he takes *himself*#-as the baseline... which I feel can definitely come across as a bit conceited? Not deliberately but I do feel that the concept of-#-'oh everyone can do this' *casually lifts a skyscraper* does not necessarily come off as humble if you then assume that everybody else-#-possesses similar abilities #but that is just theorising from my side because we know nothing of what the people in Silver's future are like power-wise

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vanilleneo-a · 1 year

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@sunguns asked: 👏 Alright, let's hear it. What are your thoughts on the potential of Sun/Neo?

Anonymously message me one ship you’d like to see on my blog and why. // accepting !!

This ship had not crossed my mind until you, sir. But look, they're both troublesome little chaos gremlins, and when Neo is a bit more mellowed out and less murderous she can have a lot of fun with Sun. I don't think it'd be the "happily ever afters" type of ship, but definitely fun in the short run. uwu

#sunguns #( answered ) �� / ☂ getting the silent treatment .#( ooc ) / ☂ mint chocolate chip missa .#/ would their ship be ice cream SUNdays?

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takaraphoenix · 2 years

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I can’t believe “Hawkgirl is a complete dumbfuck who unearths an artifact of a chaos god (I mean shit Carter LITERALLY told her NOT TO) that sure yeah kills H*tler but then uh gets in the hands of the Joker in the now time and he uses it to TRY KILL THE WHOLE FUCKING JUSTICE SOCIETY oh also this is the story of how Clark and Lois are Getting Pregnant!” is really a plotline happening in the Injustice universe.

They want Clark to be wrong for killing the Joker because that was “the first step” on his “slippery slope” into tyranny but then they do this as a prequel. And come the fuck on the Joker has to die someone really has to kill the Joker a lot just flat-out murder him kill that fucker in a story where it doesn’t get used as an uwu murder bawd uwu plot bullshit, I mean holy crap regular Joker already had it coming but this one? This Justice Society murdering, Metropolis from the map wiping, Lois and her unborn child killing Joker? How do we not consider the death penalty? At? Any? Point? At? All???

Right. Sorry. Got a bit off-track. But seriously, I just... I just find the fact that they decide to add to the atrocities the Joker has committed in this prequel to the “killing the Joker is the first step into tyranny and villainy” story a weird choice.

Additionally, the framework of Bruce acting like Injustice coulda been prevented if the Justice Society had been there a bit, mh, unusually naive for Bruce.

Also I have questions about how exactly time works in this universe because the JSA was literally there during WWII but uh they are uhm still... alive... right now? When exactly is this “right now” or are they all slow-aging or immortal (I mean I know the Spectre and Doctor Fate are different deals but the majorities of these characters seem pretty darn mortal)???

#Injustice #Injustice: Year Zero #DC Comics #Phoe Reading DC

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unanchored-ship · 1 month

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1, 3, 6, 10, and 12 for ur silicon :>

silly we go

1. What lie does my Silicon say the most often? I don't think she lies guys she always says what's on her mind... I guess she sometimes sarcastically goes "Oh i PROMISE im nooot gonna hurt you" but she makes it sooo obvious that she is so uh yeah

3. How often do they show their genuine emotions? Uh, all the time. It's all chaos in there she's literally just insane lol I haven't made a backstory yet but there's puzzle pieces in the making :v

6. What's their favorite thing that they've never recommended to anyone before? Hmmm her fav thing is obviously destruction but she HAS recommended it to others. So I'd say digging a hole as deep as she can in sand? This is something she just finds fun lmao. She likes playing with sand in general, kind of like a child, and never does it with malicious intent. That hole ain't meant to trap anyone she just does it.

10. I like murder. I kill >:D destruction is amazing!!!!!!!!! uwu

12. Okay well destruction in general makes her laugh but if you want something really specific it's when Copper shrieks and squeaks when getting zapped. She would probably laugh a lot too if Gallium screamed but Gal refuses to cry when hurt. Gal just kinda has a placid smile on at all times...

#man i am cooking my silly #somehow the most flat but in-depth character at the same time #thank yous for the asks!!#periodic table #silicon

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out-of-context-charlie · 4 years

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thinking about him......the huge wolf from Nightless City's dungeon

#his name is little ghost and I've officially adopted him ??#listen he deserves to murder wen chao after being called trash #I think he would have escaped after the city fell #and then jc finds him after wwx dies and takes him back as lotus pier's guard dog #and then it's like jgy: nephew i got you this spiritual dog to protect you uwu -- jc: here is a huge ass wolf i found in the wen clan's base #scares the living daylights out of wwx when he finally sees him #but little ghost is a lot more chill now that he's got a master who actually likes him #the untamed tag #charlie talks to nobody

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im-in-vin-ci-ble · 3 years

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hi hello i was wondering if you could do a piece or hc about mark sneaking through your window at night? feel free to take it in any direction you would want uwu

A/N: here you go friend!! this is my first time writing smut in a while so plz forgive me if it wasn’t all that great

Pairing: Mark Grayson x Fem!Reader

Rating: E, we getting nasty nas out here

Warnings: smut, swearing, etc!!

Summary: For Mark, the best part of having the ability to fly is being able to sneak into his girlfriend's room at night.

"I'll be there in a few minutes," Mark said as he texted the message out to his girlfriend.

I'm gonna take a shower. The window's open. See you soon. ;)

The 17-year-old bit his lip in excitement and read his girlfriend's message one more time. He took a deep breath and sneakily crept out of his own bedroom window before quietly shutting it and flying away, leaving a gust of wind to softly blow the leaves behind him. With his ability to fly, the journey that normally takes 30 minutes by car was cut by more than half, and these were the moments when the teenager was more than grateful for being half-Viltrumite.

He easily entered his girlfriend's room with no inconvenience; after lots of practice, he knew the exact amount of speed and the exact space his body took up to not hit the window frame. Discreetly landing on his toes, he heard the sound of the shower turn off and the shower curtain rings clank against the rod.

With a devilish smile on his face, he crept over to bathroom and silently cracked the door open. His eyes fell to the back of his girlfriend's body that still glistened with the hot water that steamed up the bathroom as she scrunched her hair with a blue towel. Back on his toes, he cautiously moved towards her, careful not to make a peep. His hands finally slid up against her sides, causing her to yelp and turn around ferociously.

"Jesus, Mark!" she exclaimed, covering the front of her body with the blue towel. "You almost gave me a heart attack."

He raised his brow and looked down at the towel that was shielding her, "Why did you cover yourself up?"

"If I was going to get murdered, I'd prefer to get murdered without the stranger seeing me in all my glory," she answered, rolling her eyes at the question.

"But I'm not a stranger, am I?" he replied, biting his lip again as he wrapped his arms around her waist and brought her closer.

She laughed and shook her head, "Can you at least wait until I get changed?"

"What's the point," he asked, shrugging his shoulder, "when you're gonna need to take a shower again when we're done?"

"I don't know who you think you are, Mark Grayson, but this doesn't work on me like it does all the other girls," she cheekily answered.

He held on to the hem of the soft and soaked blue towel, gently tugging on it and leaning forward to leave a trail of tender kisses on her warm neck. "Maybe it won't work as Mark Grayson," he whispered, "but I'm sure Invincible has something else to say about that."

She moaned at his sudden tone of confidence. She loved him both as Mark Grayson and as Invincible, but the latter was usually more straightforward, assertive, and, most importantly, dominant. When she finally let go of her grip on the towel, she heard him make a low grumbling noise that vibrated against her skin as his kisses began to move up to her jawline, cheek, then mouth.

Mark planted a sweet kiss on her lips and briefly set his forehead against hers, breathing her in at that tense moment. She leaned in and continued the kiss, this time deepening it as he wrapped one of her legs around his waist — a sign that she picked up immediately. Without breaking the passionate kiss they shared, she hopped up and locked her ankles on his back and he moved to sit her down on the bathroom sink. She only pulled away as she lifted off his double-striped sweater and almost ripped the buttons on his orange collared polo. He managed to undo his belt and the button on his pants in two swift moves, following it by pulling down the zipper and allowing his pants to fall to his ankles.

“Do you wanna move outside?” she asked breathily, looking at the sweat beads forming on his forehead.

“No,” Mark replied decisively, kissing her again passionately. “I need you now.”

In what seemed like only a second, he lifted her from the bathroom sink and turned her around, pressing her stomach against the granite. He moved his hands over to her hips and attacked her neck, pressing his raging hard on against her skin.

“You ready, baby?”

She nodded in desperation and watched in the mirror as an unholy smile formed on his face. He gently entered her with ease and the unholy smile transformed into a smile of relief, the sheer fervour forcing both of them to close their eyes.

“Fuck, Mark,” she hissed, unable to continue her sentence as she got lost in the frenzy.

He watched the look of bliss take over her completely as he began a slow and steady rhythm. Her soft moans mixed with mumbles of his name echoing in the bathroom was all he could hear, and he couldn’t complain. Mark slowly began to pick up speed and add force, his one hand snaking up her spine to the nape of her neck. He felt her tighten every time he pushed his whole length into her and she began to rock along his with his rhythm, pushing her ass back with all her might for something rougher.

Tactfully grabbing her hair as she begged for more, he mercifully pulled her head back. “Open your eyes,” he ordered sternly. “Watch me fuck you.”

The sound of his voice snapped her back into reality and her eyes fluttered open at the sight of Mark, who was now red, sweaty, and hyper-focused on making sure she knew who he belonged to. They shared a heavy and sloppy kiss, their tongues battling it out as he let go of his grip on her hair. Both his hands made their way up to her chest as he squeezed her breasts together, the other one suddenly moving down to her rub her clit.

“Mark, please,” she whined. “You’re gonna make me cum.”

“Are you gonna cum all over my cock?”

She nodded in desperation once more, her eyes finally closing back tight as the muscles in her thighs began to flex.

“Say please.”

“Mark, please.”

“Please what?” he teased, holding back his own need to finish.

“I wanna cum. Please let me cum.”

His movement on her clit grew faster at the sound of her begging, and she let out a final moan as she finally released her built up tension around him. The repetitive moans of his name was enough to send him over the edge, his knees slightly buckling as he felt himself fill her to the brim.

The chaos died down and the two of them looked at each other in the mirror with a look of love and lust. She turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

“Isn’t birth control grand?” she giggled.

He let out a sigh of happiness, “I will never argue with you on that.”

She laughed and traced his toned muscles with her fingers, looking up at him with fake innocence in her eyes. “So where did all that assertiveness come from?” she asked.

“Invincible had a good day,” he winked.

#lots of smut be warned!!#mark grayson x reader #invincible x reader #invincible fanfiction #invincible fanfic

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lunaticsandidiots · 3 years

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innocence

request: For your requests, I’d love a Jerome/Reader where even though Jerome is insane, he’s obsessed with the idea of innocence just because he’s been corrupted since infancy. So he sets his sights on an innocent reader who wears a lot of pastel (but NOT like an uwu baby talk reader) just very sweet and laughs at his jokes. So he spends a lot of time with her just to feel different. @i-wished-upon-a-star-one-night

synopsis: from the moment jerome saw you, he knew he was fucked.

warnings: explicit language, mentions of violence/blood, mentions of death/murder, sexual themes if you *squint*

a/n: not gonna lie i’m obsessed with this concept thank you.

Jerome thought he knew how he felt about innocence. How he felt about a person who could wander through life so blissfully ignorant of all the pain, the beautiful chaos all around. His innocence had been taken from him, long before he could even form memories - the first ones of which, were his mother’s boozing, boning and beating up Jerome. But when he first saw you, 17 years of age, wobbling as you walked along hay bales like the tightrope walkers in Haly’s circus with a look of pure joy on your face, you flipped his script completely.

You were the peace amongst his chaos. His rage was like a bull in a china shop, but somehow you managed to grab the bull by its horns, look it dead in the eye and placate it with a simple smile. Jerome used every excuse in the book to be around you; Assisting you with your chores, serving lemonade to the performers on a sunday afternoon, even trying to help you sew and repair costumes for the trapeze artists. And you welcomed him with open arms, devoid of any judgement or fear. You were the only one in the world to treat him with such humanity, and he’d be damned if he let anything get between you.

You held him when he discovered his mother was murdered, whispering euphonious, comforting nothings into his ear, letting him cry into your lap until he fell asleep.

You held him when he was caught for doing it, once again he was met with the dulcet tones of your coos, not a speck of doubt in your voice, stuck to his side like glue until he was cuffed and lead into the back of Gordon’s car with a one way ticket to arkham.

Even after imprisonment, Jerome was regaled with his slice of heaven once a week, soaking in your features from behind a pane of bulletproof glass and a black corded phone. Not once did you ever bring up what he had done, or ask of the horrors behind the rusty gates. You’d feed him stories of the outside world; the apple and cinnamon pie you baked, the shortcomings of the circus, the bed of roses you saw on your drive across town that reminded you of his fiery red locks.

When Galavan broke him out, Jerome’s only condition for cooperation was that you were to be alongside him. You stepped out of the sleek, black car Galavan had ordered for you, and straight into Jerome’s arms. You held on to him for dear life, like if you were to let go it would be the last time you ever did, you felt Jerome kiss your hair over and over, his shaky hands scrunched in your baby blue dress. You remember how eagerly he kissed you, and with good grace you kissed him right back, internally chastising yourself for how much sooner you should have done so. Through the tightness of his chest, and the tears falling down your face, he kissed you hard and would savour that moment for the rest of his life.

What Jerome loved so much about you, is how you would weather any storm for him, with him, from him. It happened rarely, but a few times he had snapped at you. After Gordon had thwarted their school bus siege, Jerome returned seething with rage. You simply asked how it went as you looked up from your mess of newspaper clippings, becoming quite partial to a ransom note collage during your time with the Maniax, and Jerome had responded with a wicker chair being thrown across the room, splintering into pieces against the wall as you watched on with wide eyes.

“DON’T ASK ME HOW IT FUCKING WENT. YOU HAVE EYES, YOU HAVE EARS, WISE THE FUCK UP AND USE THEM FOR ONCE, BECAUSE YOU NEVER FUCKING DO!” he bellowed, his hands running through his hair with harsh, shallow breaths. You simply watched on in silence with wide eyes, your voice long scared away by his verbal assault. You felt the tears well up in your eyes as your body remained statuesque, scissors and newspaper still firmly in hand. His eyes met with yours and his demeanour immediately switched, hands flying to his mouth as he walked towards your spot on the floor, crouching by the time he got to you.

“Baby,” he coddled, removing the supplies from your hands, lacing his fingers between yours as they remained in place.

“Baby, you know I didn’t mean that” his voice began to quiver. He stroked your cheeks gently with his thumbs, kissing the tears as they fell down your face. He cradled you in his arms as you slowly melted into him, finally letting your sobs free into his shoulder. You sat in silence for minutes, accompanied only by your sniffles. You heard him mutter something into your hair, as he often did, and lifted your head with a soft ‘hmm?’, eyes bloodshot and puffy. Jerome brushed his knuckles against your cheek, your noses inches from touching.

“I love you, Y/N” he admitted, feeling vicious discomfort and anxiety flowing through his body, though despite his physical reaction, he knew he had to tell you. He knew he meant it, and so did you.

Even after seeing all of his darkness, all the cruelty he was capable of, you loved him nonetheless. Though sometimes he would lose his temper, you knew he would never unleash that side of him on you, and you always felt safest in his arms. Jerome knew he was addicted to the love and acceptance you gave, it was so achingly clear how devoted you were to him, despite all his rage and flaws. Once, you had caught him in the middle of work, covered in blood and sweat as he drew his bowie knife from the abdomen of his hostage.

“Jerome, honey?” you called out, roaming the halls in search of him in a brand new dress, wanting to hear his opinions, and whether the yellow clashed with your pastel pink shoes.

Jerome’s head swung around towards the sound of your voice, a genuine, toothy grin plastered on his face behind the blood, “yes pumpkin?”.

You didn’t bat an eye, just waltzed up to him and pecked him on the lips gently, to avoid the blood.

“Do you think this dress goes with the shoes you bought me?” you twirled beside him, you could feel his eyes drink in your body, enjoying the amount of skin the dress bestowed.

“Darlin’, you look sweet as cherry pie” he flattered with a wink. His hand instinctively flew up to smack you on the backside, chuckling as the movement created a gust of wind that ruffled the short hem of the dress. You tutted his actions, lightly pushing your palm into his face in mock-annoyance. You pulled back your hand to note it was now covered in fresh, sticky blood. You stepped closer to Jerome so you were toe to toe, and looked up at him, right into his eyes, and with the smallest of smirks on an otherwise deadpan expression, wiped your bloodied hand into his shirt. Jerome tilted his head questioningly and pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, teetering from side to side as he slowly stalked even closer to you, slowly looking you up and down. He loved when you got like this, it happened rarely, but the juxtaposition of your innocence and purity with the aching desire behind your eyes was the ultimate kryptonite in his perverted mind. He could try again and again to corrupt you, but after all you’ve been through together he knew you’d spring right back to your usual, bubbly self. You could cut the tension between you two with a knife, but a pained scream from the forgotten hostage would have to do. You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding with a smile and a light chuckle.

“Duty calls pumpkin, I’ll be home in time for dinner” he mused, bending down to peck your cheek. You lightly shake your head with a laugh and spin yourself around, one foot in front of the other to head back down the hallway.

Jerome really loved you, more than anything else he’d ever had in his life. You two couldn’t be more different, and yet you were like two halves of a whole. He vowed to himself, that until the day he dies, he would love you as fiercely and plentifully as he could.

#gotham #gotham imagine #gotham one shot #gotham x reader #gotham headcanon #gotham headcanons #gotham preferences #jerome valeska #jerome valeska imagine #jerome valeska one shot #jerome valeska x reader #jerome valeska headcanon #jerome valeska headcanons #z’s writing

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Playing around with a more sketchy art style for both inking and coloring. Also more representations of the Monkey King as a sardonic and self-aware murder grandpa 2023.

#journey to the west #jttw #sun wukong #monkey king #one of the cool things about sun wukong is that he's such a versatile character #buuuuuut personally i'm starting to get a bit tired of the omnipresent 'uwu chaos monkey' personality people have been giving him #like NO #this monkey was the communal grandpa to some 45000 simians #and did everything in his power to keep them happy and safe #which at least once included killing 1000 dudes in 1 go #and he knew EXACTLY what he was doing #the deliberateness of his murders make him a LOT more scary than he's usually given credit for #but it makes his journey much more interesting too

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shushiyuii · 3 years

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Atlantic Runaways (Part 3)

Lol we got part 3, which is mainly just a lot of fluff and plot developement uwu

Warnings: Mentions of smoking, vore, trauma? Swearing.

Words: 1.8K+

He rolled in bed as his alarm went off, the familiar tune of the able sisters calling him into awakening. Much to his displeasure. How dare this alarm tell him to get up when wait- shit! He had a job!

He came to his thoughts as he shot out of bed, checking his phone to see that the alarm was late. “SHIT!”. But then stopped for a minute, he remembered it was a Saturday. Why would his alarm be going off on his day off?

Then he realised he was going too late for his meeting with Tubbo.

He grabbed his hoodie, rushed downstairs and ran across the street to the nearby park that he and Tubbo would meet up in.

As he ran his best friend came into view, with an unamused face of course. “Tubbo! My man!”. He managed to get out as he came to a halt, panting his lungs out. “About time, you dickhead!”.

“Sorry! Sorry! A lot of things happened yesterday…”. It came out almost abrupt but confusing as the reality of yesterday’s events were finally hitting him. No wonder he overslept, he was exhausted.

“You okay Toms?”. He snapped out of his mind and looked to Tubbo, “Fine! How about we grab some coffee from the café?”, “Sure, but I’m not grabbing coffee. I’m getting hot chocolate!”.

…

“Tubbo, it’s the middle of fucking summer…”, “THAT WILL NOT STOP ME FROM CONSUMING AND ENJOYING MY CHOCOLATEY BEVERAGE!”.

The two made their way to the café in the middle of the park, it was quite a famous public area so many people frequented the place. They took their orders, the hot chocolate and coffee with a side of biscuits. Because Tommy didn’t have breakfast.

The two just sat on their phones for a moment, the atmosphere of awkwardness raising, it was apparent to Tubbo that something was off about Tommy, he was normally more hyperactive, talkative, and well, energetic. Something was clearly on his mind, and he didn’t want to talk.

But Tubbo was determined to get answers. The drinks soon arrived and Tubbo put away his phone, sipping at his hot chocolate. Ignoring the boiling temperature in favour of looking dramatic. He looked at Tommy with narrowed eyes, but his attention was focused on his phone.

“So…”. Tubbo spoke up, Tommy’s attention went from his phone to Tubbo. “What’s up?”, Tommy asked while furrowing an eyebrow, Tubbo was acting differently.

“What’s going on? You’re acting differently.”. Tubbo usual tone is gone, replaced with a serious one. Oh god, it was a serious one. Did he do something? Was he suspicious? He didn’t really want to tell Tubbo what had happened.

“Uhh, nothing?”. Tubbo slammed his fist on the table. “Okay! Okay! Maybe almost got murdered yesterday at work?...”. Tubbo always held a level of intimidation so Tommy couldn’t help and spit it out, much to his displeasure.

“What?”, Tubbo spoke quietly, not wanting to get more attention from the customers that were already staring at them. “Okay, let’s finish this outside.”.

The two then quickly ate their biscuits and finished their drinks, Tommy grabbing a can of Coca Cola on the way out. The two then made their way to their usual bench, secluded from the rest of the park.

“So, what do you mean you almost got killed?!”, Tubbo asked the moment they sat down. Tommy almost choked on his cola. “Right uhm…”. He tried to find a way to put it.

“Basically, you know that trainer guy who was really sketchy?”, “Yeah…”. “Basically, he threw me into the water with a dangerous Mer? Well, not really dangerous now... But-“. Tubbo slapped a hand over Tommy’s mouth and pinched his own nose and sighed. “Slowly.”.

Tommy in turned sighed when his mouth was released, he was going to have to go into more detail. “Trainer guy I was working under was treating Wilbur like shit, course me and Wilbur weren’t on the best of terms but that isn’t a right to treat a creature like us like total shit! So, I stood up for em’ “.

He continued, “In turn, he got mad and pushed me into the water. As you know I’m not the brightest out there and I didn’t manage to suck in any air. So, I was drowning…”. “That’s how you almost died?...”.

Tommy looked down and nodded, his arms hugging himself. Tubbo comforted him with a hug, rubbing his back as Tommy leaned into the touch. “Mhm…”. He mumbled. The two stayed there for a moment, in comforting silence.

“How did you get out?” he asked once Tommy had calmed down. “I- Wilbur saved me. I don’t know why but he did, he fucking ate me while doing it too!”, “What?!”.

“Turns out some Mers have what’s called a brooding pouch, a place where they store young. Wilbur put me there for a while”. “Wait- Brooding pouch?! He ate you but didn’t eat you?”. Tubbo said in confusion to which made Tommy laugh.

“Yeah, turns out he can speak too! So, now I can actually talk to the bitch! And now we’re friends, I guess? Well, that and he actually comforted me after what happened, so after all that I walked home at whatever time it was and fell asleep.”.

Tubbo went straight into protective mode, hugging Tommy with a lot of strength, “I’m glad you’re alive! But Wilbur, you think you guys are friends?”. “I guess so, he seemed rather friendlier than usual”.

“Whatever it is, be careful. He could still be dangerous!”, “I will don’t worry! I just, I feel bad for Wilbur. I’m gonna try and do whatever I can to help… Wait- how come you’re okay with all this?”.

“Because I know you Toms, and I know I won’t be able to stop you even if I tried so you have my support, okay? If you need a hand lemme know”.

The two did their usual antics after that, playing around and such like they have since childhood and after all that he went to bed.

…

The next day went by quickly as he was mainly playing games and stuff. He tried to think of plans, something of what he could do to help Wilbur.

…

He woke up with a lot of energy that morning, he had plans and he knew that work is going to be absolute chaos.

The moment he arrived at work that day there was a sort of rush of anxiety and excitement, he was excited to see Wilbur again but also scared of the fact of how Wilbur would react.

He walked past the halls and into Wilbur’s containment. There stood the trainer, sitting on a stand, smoking his darn cigarette.

He heard the door open and looked over to see Tommy. His eyes widened in shock, coughing as he clumsily inhaled his cigarette. “Y-you’re!”. “Yeah, I’m alive. Shut it”.

The man opened his mouth and stood up, approaching Tommy menacingly. Tommy’s confidence faded as he brought up his arms to shield himself from the man. But the man didn’t even stand a chance as water splashed around the two.

And there was Wilbur, barring his sharp teeth, his eyes dilated as he saw the man staring down at his trainer. The trainer immediately backed off when he saw the Mer, running away cowardly out of the room. Leaving him and Wilbur alone.

Tommy looked nervously to Wilbur whose harsh expression turned softer as he looked down at Tommy, he leaned down to Tommy’s height. “You, okay?”. “Yeah, fine. Thanks Wil.”.

Wilbur smiled as he brought out his hand, offering it to Tommy to which he looked down at it in confusion, to which Wilbur responded by just picking him up completely. “Glad to see you’re okay, I’ve been worried”. He nuzzled Tommy.

“Oi, stop it bitch!”. It made Wilbur laugh. “Why are you so cuddly?!”, “You should know this, it’s common knowledge for mers”. Tommy took a minute to understand what he meant then the realisation hit him.

“Right, you bitches get attached to things easily”. And in response, Wilbur brought a claw to gently rub Tommy’s hair. “Right there, gremlin boy!”. “I am no gremlin!”.

The two then settled down with Wilbur swimming around in his small pool, which honestly made Tommy cringe with how small it was. “You hungry?”, he yelled out as he pulled out a heavy bucket towards the pool, it was filled to the brim with fish.

Wilbur popped his head out of the water, “Always hungry, honestly”. He swam towards the end of the pool where Tommy was, “Right”. He brought the bucket to Wilbur, to which Wilbur opened his mouth wide.

Tommy could make out the many sharp fangs, he could easily be swallowed whole. It freaked him out, he shrieked and stepped back. Wilbur closed his mouth and tilted his head in confusion at Tommy’s sudden yells. “What’s wrong?”.

“N-nothing, just you kinda scared me for a second “, “Oh! Sorry! Just thought you’d feed me like that”. “O-oh…”. Tommy then took a breath and came back close to Wilbur, Wilbur picked up on what Wilbur was doing and opened his mouth back up.

He then threw the bucket of fish into Wilbur’s mouth, who immediately swallowed the fish. Although not normally a part of a whale mer’s diet, it was the only thing that he could really give Wilbur to eat out here.

Wilbur then went back to swimming whilst Tommy laid his feet in the water and surprisingly, Wilbur didn’t mind it.

“So. Uhm- you okay Wil?”, “Just fine, Tommy” he answered as he swam. Fortunately, Mers could hear just as well from above the water, even if they were underwater. So, the conversation would be rather normal.

“How are you feeling after that day?”, “Fine, I talked to a friend about it. Got it off my mind and shit.”, “You told somebody about me?”, his tone changed. Tommy looked to Wilbur, “Y-yeah, I hope that’s okay!”, “Are they trustworthy?”, “Yeah!”, “Okay.”.

There was another moment of silence until Tommy spoke up, “Wilbur, don’t you hate being here?”. “Yes, I do, I absolutely despise it here. I hated it the moment I got here”, “Do you wanna go back to the ocean?”.

…

“Yes I do, but that isn’t possible.”.

“What if it is though?”.

“Tommy, you’d have to be a maniac in order to pull off an operation on your own”.

“Well I am a maniac, I’ll do it!”.

“Toms-“.

“Let’s run away Wilbur!”.

…

“Tommy!” Wilbur pinched his nose and sighed, “I get it, you wanna help and I’m all up for it. But it’s dangerous. I don’t want you getting hurt”.

“It’ll be fine Wilbur! Come on! Don’t you wanna get out of here?!”. Wilbur looked to Tommy who had determined eyes, he couldn’t help it, he found them adorable. He sighed again, “Finee, but we’re going to be really careful about this okay?”.

Tommy smiled and stood up, reached out for Wilbur, Wilbur happily hugged him back with his hand. It made Tommy laugh, which brought a smile to Tommy’s face.

“We’ll run away!”.

#mcyt g/t #mcytg/t #dsmp g/t #giant!wilbur #tiny!tommy #tiny!tubbo #mer!wilbur #tw vore mention #Atlantic runaways au #Shushi's writings

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avenging-criminal-bones · 3 years

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After All This Time || Chapter Five

Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Word Count: 2,146

Chapter Summary: Anger. And harshness, maybe feelings. I haven't decided yet so I guess you'll have to just read to find out.

CHAPTER WARNINGS: angst?, asshat hotch again, sad feels

A/N: Guys, I'm like legitimately so sorry that this chapter took so long. It's not even that I've been all that busy. I definitely did go to California for two weeks, but after that I think I just got lazy? Had writer's block? I don't know. But New chapter is UP.

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You come to eleven hours later, the first thing that you hear being the steady beep of a monitor.

The hospital.

It smells... white, the cleanness of it making you scrunch your nose. Still not having opened your eyes, you sense the brightness, almost making you not want to at all.

However, you knew how hospital visits work. When Reid was injured, the whole team was there waiting for him to wake up. With that push, that you had people waiting for you to wake up, you opened your eyes.

Everything was too bright at first. You felt your lips fall into a grimace and joked aloud, "You guys don't need to be so quiet, she lives."

There was no response, and as your vision cleared up, the wind was knocked out of you like a punch to the gut.

Empty.

The whole room was empty. Aside from you and the TV, there was no talking. There were no people.

For a moment you thought that you were dead. Or maybe dreaming, because who wakes up from a seemingly severe injury with no support system? With no friends.

You hear your heartbeat speed up before you feel it, but boy do you feel it when it hits.

The monitor must send an alert to the nurses' station or something because shortly after, a small, black-haired woman rushes into the room.

"Agent L/N? Are you alright, is there any-,"

"I just- where- did my- wh-where is my team?" The stutter surprised you and you sat up fast, not realizing how prominent the pain in your abdomen was until it was too late. You let out a soft gasp, but looked at the nurse to hear an answer.

"Oh, uh, honey... I asked as they left and the tall, broody one said that there was an emergency." She walked up to you and turned a dial on your IV machine, gently asking you to lay down again.

You complied, not fully paying attention. Your mind was somewhere else; thinking about the harshness of your team, but you had to assume that this was Hotchner's doing.

"You alright, sweetie," the kind nurse asks, her name is Monica.

You nod slowly, your head feeling a lot lighter than it had when you woke up. "Yeah. I'm okay. Um, before you go can you hand me my phone?"

She nods, looking at you for where, and you gesture to the bag that's slightly out of your reach. Monica hands you both the phone and its charger, pointing to an outlet on the wall behind your head.

Nodding in thanks, you plug the charger into the wall and watch the kind nurse leave before unlocking your phone. You see immediately that you have five missed calls from your mother, and after further searching, you notice messages from Emily, JJ, and Penelope. JJ's was the most recent, so you open hers first.

JJ (BAU) 43 minutes ago.

Hey Y/N, In case you wake up before we get back, Hotch called our debrief meeting, so we all went back to the precinct. Sorry, hon.

xoxo JJ and the Girls

You didn't register the tears until they were falling down your cheeks. You sighed a bit and replied to JJ's message with a short, 'got it'.

As soon as you pushed the 'send' button, the door to your room opened again and your entire team rushed in.

Well, most of the team.

Really, everyone except one person.

You were quick to wipe your eyes, trying to hide the fact that you had been crying. JJ walked to the chair beside your bed and sat down, giving you the most gentle hug as she did.

"Did you get my message? Are you feeling okay? Do you need a nurse, any water?"

"JJ, you're momming her," Derek joked as he bent to give you a hug. "For real though, you feelin' alright, lil mama?"

You nodded, sending him a tight-lipped smile as Emily walked over to the other side of your bed, bringing Penelope with her on a video call.

Spencer even came by, but he looked relatively uncomfortable and stayed by the door.

Waving at him a bit, you say, "You can come in you know. I won't bite."

"I know, Y/N. I was just worried. Statistically speaking, you survived on an off-chance. The ratio was close to 83:17, and the bullet entered your abdomen in-"

"I get it Spence. I should be dead," you pause slightly seeing everyone's wide-eyed look at your bluntness, "BUT I didn't die, so everyone can stop looking at my like I'm going to break and just settle." You chuckle a bit and sigh as you see the rest of the team besides Spencer nod their heads or visibly relax their shoulders.

"You're right, kiddo," Rossi says quietly, "You're okay, and we can celebrate that."

"Thanks, Rossi." Smiling, you lean into his hand, which was cradling the side of your face for a moment. "Can someone get Hotchner please? I had some words that I'd like to have him hear."

JJ places her hand on your arm then and says, "Y/N, maybe that's not the best idea right now."

"No," you shake your head and make eye contact with her, "That's exactly what I need right now."

"Y/N..."

"Spencer, can you go get him please? He's just sitting out in the lobby, correct?" You snap a little harsher than you meant to.

The boy stutters a bit, but eventually nods his head and walks out of the room. The rest of the team shares a look before also walking out, giving you space for when your boss comes in.

Sitting up straighter in the bed, you even your mouth into a thin line just as Hotchner walks in the room.

"Am I off the clock right now, sir?" You don't miss the way his eyes flash to your lips but you choose to ignore it.

He sighs and crosses his arms over his chest, "Say what you need to say, agent."

"Who the hell do you think you are? Calling the debrief not only at a time where one of the team members can't make it, but when the team member is in the hospital with a GSW wound." Your voice rises steadily as you continue talking, but you have more to say. "Not only that, but you couldn't even be bothered to make sure I was okay when the debrief was over?" Subconsciously, you recognize the switch from a third-person mindset to a personal one, but you pay it no mind.

"Agent L/N, you-"

"No. You will call me Y/N, and I will be calling you Aaron. We aren't on the clock right now and you don't deserve my professionalism," the heart monitor spikes in tempo, and you throw the blanket off of your lap.

He quirks an eyebrow at you as you command him, but nods his head slightly, letting you be in control for the moment. "Go ahead, Y/N. You get whatever irrational anger you have towards me out in the open and we can deal with the consequences later."

"I left EVERYTHING for this job, Aaron. I left my mom, who never stopped grieving a lost son, I left my job there thinking this would be better, and I lost friends and people who actually cared about my well-being. People who wouldn't leave one of their own in an unknown hospital to wake up by themself, not sure if they were even actually alive since there wasn't anyone with them." You saw Aaron flinch with everything that you listed, but you didn't care. He needed to hear it. "So yeah, Aaron. I get to be angry, and you don't get to tell me it's irrational, because this is the most rational I think I've been this entire year."

"Y/N. You put not only yourself, but me, and the rest of the team in danger yesterday. Excuse me if I don't want to see you and be around you while you're in the hospital." Really, if burned Aaron to his core that he couldn't reach over and tuck the stray piece of hair behind your ear, because right now that's what he wanted to do. Except it's inappropriate and he's not sure you'd let him within three feet of you.

"NO! You see, that's not how it works. Are you telling me that if you saw a little boy with a gun trained on them, you wouldn't have done the exact same thing?" Hot tears fill your eyes, but you don't wipe them. You almost hope that him seeing you cry will make him feel bad, if even just a little.

Glancing at the way his jaw was set and how he clenched his fists in his lap, you knew he was struggling to keep his cool, so of course you pushed harder.

"What if it was Jack, Aaron."

"Dammit, L/N, it wasn't Jack. It was just some boy that we couldn't save. We shouldn't have been able to save him. You didn't use the training you had, and you didn't use the rational part of your brain. As terrible as that sounds, and trust me, I never want to lose a victim, if you had used the training from the bureau, we wouldn't have saved him. " Aaron stands up and paces the length of the bed then, feeling your eyes following him the whole time.

You shake your head as you let your gaze fall to your lap. "I wasn't going to let him die again... I wouldn't have been able to live with myself."

Aaron's eyebrows furrow a bit and he looks at you with angry curiosity in his eyes, "Again? What do you mean by that?" That's when Hotch remembered earlier when you mentioned her mother who lost a son. "Y/N, did your brother... No. Actually, I'm sorry, just forget I said anything,"

There was a dark anger in your eyes as you shook your head. "No, Aaron. Ask me. Ask me this one question, and then reassess your profiling of me."

His gaze turned steely as he squared his shoulders again, showing no emotion in his voice as he spoke. He almost felt like the best way to approach you right now was as if you were the unsub.

"Was your brother murdered, Y/N?"

Dropping your head, you feel the tears burning in your eyes again and you nod. "He was only five. He had his whole life ahead of him. You'd think a child would be safe with a group of nuns or a priest, but no. Not even them. He was branded with a cross before he was killed and it's just unfair."

Aaron starts to walk closer to your bed, seeing the devolving pattern of your breathing, "Y/n, I'm so sorry, I-"

"No. Aaron, just, please go. I'll catch a flight home when I'm allowed to fly again, so you guys just go home and I'll figure it out. I mean, that's what I did when I was waking up by myself, right? Go ahead and fire me if you need to, suspend me, I don't care anymore, but I'll come back when the hospital says it's safe." You take a deep breath and watch as he turns away.

He gets all the way to the door before he turns back around and says, "What was his name."

"Joey."

Hotch nods and walks out of the door, remembering that the final victim, the one that you saved, was named Joseph.

After the encounter with Hotch you fell asleep. The heavy medication and the anger in your head knocked you out easily. You were asleep for a few hours, but you woke up when your pain medication wore off.

You noticed that your work phone had a few notifications, so you sat up a bit and looked through them.

There were two that stood out to you. The first one was a notification that read "Hotchner (Asshat) has added you to the group 'BAU Team'". The second was his message in that group chat.

Hotchner (Asshat) 2 hours ago

Hey team, change in plans. We will be staying here until Y/N gets cleared to fly. It should only be a couple of days and I know we were planning on flying out tonight. Sorry, Thanks.

As soon as you liked his message, your texts were blowing up from Emily. She was saying stuff about how "he totally likes you", and about, "you had a rough time on this case".

Also, apparently Derek saved all of his sarcasm for when Hotch got back, and the thought made you smile.

#criminal minds #aaron hotchner #hotch #hotch x reader #aaron hotchner x reader #criminal minds x reader #angst #sadness #talk of child death

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smolstarthief · 3 years

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Persona 5/Persona 5 Strikers: Pro-Police or Anti-Police?

Hoo boy... So this honestly has been a LONG time coming on my end because I have seen so much of that debate on social media (Twitter namely) and I can see the points of BOTH sides but there have been moments where it just got out of hand... Especially whenever people tried to put in a more grey/nuanced take only to be slammed and taken out of context. Even repeatedly mentioning the interrogation at the beginning of P5 which, I will admit has gotten tiresome. At least for me, I do still feel for Joker and I wished the game acknowledged his trauma more but there's a thing called, "beating a dead horse" and this is one along with "Haru says ACAB" in Strikers (which was done THREE TIMES in the same arc and it got annoying fast, like shut up already! We get it!). So, let's dive in a little bit:

MAJOR SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT!!!

Persona 5/Persona 5 Royal

Now let me just say I know! Police in Japan are just as bad if not worse than the West and I STILL hate the idea of Makoto wanting to become a cop for such naive reasons (especially with what happened to Sae, her own sister!)... But there are at least some of form of nuances sometimes and by that I mean, I can see what they were trying to do? I do agree that P5/P5S backpedaled SEVERELY by deciding to sweep issues under the rug after addressing them and not continuing from such. In fact I feel like it could have been a hell of a lot better. But P5 did something different compared to previous games and addresses the issues DIRECTLY right at the beginning of said game! It was tense and horrifying, but needed. Of course... They then sweep it under the rug and act like nothing traumatic happened to our protag which is NOT a good look at all and I'm still pissed off about it. In the main game's case, it's portrayed as more black and white with only a SMALL amount of nuance like that cop that was trying to help Futaba when she went out by herself and got lost (which people ignore entirely by the way). So I CAN see where people got the "anti-police" message from... But that's only the tip of the iceberg as it's ACTUALLY more about Systematic Corruption, not exactly or JUST police corruption. Namely in politics with Shido and the Conspiracy (which is apparently still somewhat around in Strikers until Owada's downfall) controlling everything all the way to law enforcement. The force had been basically under his payroll (including the corrupt SIU Director before his death) whether by force or not (mostly not in this case though). Now honestly, the police depicted there are undoubtedly rotten to the core save for a VERY SMALL handful (the cop that was trying to help Futaba which, again, gets ignored by several). Look at the interrogators who ruthlessly beat and drug a minor without any second thought or remorse for example. But again, the black and white narrative the game kept unwittingly doing ended up being to its detriment in a way. I'm not defending those assholes AT ALL! They deserved every punishment given to them! But for a game that goes on about grey morality... It doesn't quite deliver on that. Still though, it does emphasize that it's more of the fault of the whole corrupt system, not just one part of it. There needs to be change and reform which is what our MCs were trying to do in a way (more like inspiring change but still). In the end, it's all about the following:

Corruption and abuse of power.

Again the police depicted in this game were incompetent at best, corrupt at worse with very few silver linings. But it's not just them but rather the one person responsible for the whole mess. Who had them under his payroll? Who controlled them and by extension all of Tokyo? Who was willing to dispose of anyone who "outlives their usefulness" or is perceived as a threat to what he wants (including his own family)?

SHIDO AND BY EXTENSION THE CONSPIRACY

Bottom line: They are definitely a problem but it's not just them.

"But, Joker and his trauma?"

I definitely understand that and still do. I fully believe he has and still has trauma with the police. Easy! But... I do feel like people go too far with it sometimes. It's hard to explain but there have been moments where people either use it as a justification/argument against someone trying to provide a more nuanced view of things or... Dare I say, depict him like a "uwu soft traumatized boi." Like I said, it's hard to explain on my end so feel free to ignore it. Everyone deals with trauma differently so there is STRONG chance that I'm overanalyzing it. I just remember moments where I just feel a little, I guess annoyed? I'm not sure exactly but final thing: I understand what he went through and I can't imagine how long it would take to recover but I hope he DOES overcome it.

"Sae? Akechi?"

Yep, even though their jobs are different, they are by and large members of law enforcement no matter how you spin it. Both were broken in a way. Akechi is pretty easy to explain with how Shido negatively impacted his life but not much about Sae, who dealt with sexism/misogyny at her workplace along with the trauma of her father's (also a cop) death. She no doubt had some idealism only to be hit with the fact that she's gonna have to use underhanded/downright illegal tactics to get by and even rise up the ranks. She, therefore ended up (well, nearly) corrupted herself before coming to her senses. That's honestly one of the BIGGEST REASONS why I felt like Makoto joining the force to become a police commissioner isn't a good, even a downright naïve, idea. I honestly would have been somewhat fine with it if it weren't for that fact among other things. Regardless of her willpower, it will go south fast.

Now... Onto Strikers!

Persona 5 Strikers

Since the game came out and I started playing it, I still feel like the system is still beyond saving, especially when attempting to do it from the inside. But I don't mind the added nuances that P5 didn't do much of. It's still continuing the critiques, just shows more of what does happen within said system and even has an ACTUAL officer (Zenkichi) say, "Yeah, my job sucks, everyone's corrupt, there are much better ways to do things and make a change but not this. I'm only staying because I have a daughter to take care of and it's all I know. I'm no different from them." Was it all handled well? I wouldn't say "yes" (Joker's trauma is BARELY addressed at all of course) but a little better than what P5's narrative did which only addressed the issues but not exactly follow up on them. Now to be fair... In the system, regardless of where you live, any one within it who remotely tries to do something or speak against it either lose their jobs or even go "missing" irl. Those have happened and it's more proof that yeah, it's rotten to the core. There's no denying it but regardless, that's NOT what the game is about at all. At least that's what I feel about it as it's only PART of the narrative. I think Zenkichi puts it best here:

Speaking of Zenkichi... Oh boy... Now I definitely understand some of the criticisms with him but honestly, he was the best written (PT) character I've ever encountered! He was honestly the perfect representation of those that genuinely want to help and do good, only to be held back by an extremely harsh reality. It was already hinted at with Sae but here? It 100 percent confirms just how harsh and even cutthroat it can be if it could break someone's idealism so badly. Even Kaburagi of all people thinks the same thing Zenkichi said:

Then there's his past and it's a tragic one! But let's look more at the decisions he ended up making:

While it was no doubt done to protect his daughter, he ended making a selfish decision along with a selfless one (which was brilliant!) with not only allowing the cover up of his wife's death and denying justice for her, but also ruining an innocent person and their family's lives.

It's horrible, but also... There's a grey area/nuance as with the rest of his character. It was both understandable, but also wrong as he, as Akane's Shadow puts it:

He sacrificed his values, his morals, all for the sake of having a peace of mind. Speaking of Akane, she's also an interesting case in a way that she more or less perfectly represents the more "black and white" views on justice in general. Namely the more toxic/biased kind. Her reasons are also understandable but she was also acting selfishly by only focusing on how SHE was effected by Aoi's death and not even considering those that were also grieving her death and/or that people grieve/handle grief differently than her. But back on topic.

Her own views and beliefs that law enforcement basically SHOULD be dismantled (mostly out of said childish bias and black & white views) and it's framed as WRONG and it's very much correct on that. Chaos and order are two sides of the same coin, one can't exist without the other. When I say ACAB, I'm calling for reform, defund, have the corrupt held accountable for EVERYTHING and even face jail time for their crimes! Defund the police, have the ones that arrest, harm, and even murder out of bias (race, gender, etc.), lose their badges/jobs and locked up, make improvements! It's saying that there IS still corruption out there and there's no denying it. But fully eliminating the law in general will just lead to more problems. Now granted, she's young and clearly doesn't fully understand why those views are ultimately wrong but still... It was a very interesting subject to tackle and I feel like they handled it well.

Now back to Zenkichi, he was at first in denial about his decisions ultimately being the wrong ones too and even tries to justify it. Of course, his Shadow said otherwise and that was when he finally admitted that he really did act no different from the criminals he despised. But it also doesn't mean he can't redeem himself and that's what ultimately leads to his new resolve:

That right there along with everything else! There's the nuance! And ultimately despite some hiccups, Strikers handled the grey morality and nuance beautifully! Especially regarding law enforcement! Dare I say, even better than the base game! It continues the critiques with no problem but also showing different sides and areas of it! There is good and evil, but what about in-between? What about the more greyer area? It still says that there IS corruption, sometimes even beyond saving but... Sometimes a small silver lining is hidden somewhere.

Now, the ultimate question:

Is P5 & P5S (namely the latter) Pro-Police or Anti-Police?

Personally, my answer is this: Neither.

Why? What theme do they both have in common?

JUSTICE

Someone puts it best on Twitter that the games are more pro-justice and I fully agree!

P5/P5S gives the idea about following your OWN justice, your OWN moral code and rules, paving your OWN path and not let others dictate it! That's what the MCs ultimately start to learn in both games. Therefore it's pro-justice. Again, do I agree that the system is beyond saving? Yeah. Do I at least acknowledge and understand what the narratives are trying to say and nuances regardless even if I don't agree with some writing decisions (ex: Makoto wanting to become a commissioner despite everything)? Also yes. But at the same time, don't judge a book by its cover for other people (not just law enforcement and politics mind you). Especially some that genuinely DO want to help at best. That there is nuance and greyness, just have to look closely. Some of the MCs are still TERRIBLY written and executed (even annoying) but the message was still somewhat there.

Final Thoughts

Now I fully understand how you all feel of course! I still believe in ACAB and even I agree that maybe I'm one to talk and have a lot more to learn about the world... This is just my own attempt at putting my own two cents in. If you disagree, that's fine! This is just what I've felt should be at least talked about more often. And I tried to phrase it as best as I can without coming off as insensitive or ignorant and if I did, I sincerely apologize for that! I'm not trying to say, come off as a "bootlicker" or any of the sort. I'm just trying show discuss more of the grey areas and nuances that are, more often than not, constantly overlooked. How one interprets both games is ultimately up to them. You, the player. And this is my own interpretation. Simple as that. I hope you all have a good day/afternoon/evening!

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Mistake of the Lambs

-- Karl Heisenberg X OC (AFAB, She/They) --

Told you guys I wasn't done. uwu We still got alot to go!!

If anyone remembers this dumb thread of Emelia being a general chaotic demon, this is what I came up with from it.

A little more focus on Emelia this time around! I've been wanting to incorporate her fully mutated form into more of the timeline, so here ya go~

(I had ALOT of fun with this one. It's not often I get to write out blood and gore, which happen to be some of my favorite things as a horror fan- so hopefully that shines through here!! I also hope it's good. QuQ)

**Remember, check out the Masterlist for more! <3**

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*Warnings?: lots of blood, death/murder of villagers, injury, general chaos caused by a single muscle mutant

Summary: When the 'lambs' get suspicious, it's up to the wolves to set them straight. Some villagers break into the factory, and it's too late to simply drive them away; So Emelia takes care of it in the only way she can.

The sound of crashing and yelling made Emelia jerk out of her working trance, throwing up the welding mask she wore. What the fuck??? Her first thought had been another tantrum from Heisenberg as she paused and listened, but her chest tightened with the squirming Cadou once she remembered he had been there all day at the factory. There was no meeting... No reason FOR a tantrum. Silence followed for a few moments as she strained her ears for any semblance of activity. If it wasn't Heisenberg, it HAD to be something- or someONE- else... As if to confirm her suspicions, more yelling echoed through the tunnels, voices bouncing as if it were multiple people. No matter how great the metal man was, he couldn't make his voice travel like that unless he used multiple monitors, and even then it would most likely be in unison... As if to add to the nerves, the yelling didn't sound happy... In fact, it gave her a bad feeling. A really bad one...

She powered down the welder she held and set it on the ledge, removing the mask and gloves fully before making her way towards the noise. As of on cue, one of the old monitors she kept near her on the ground had sparked to life, and she stopped.

"You hear it too?" She asked casually, keeping her voice down. There was silence from the monitor before a staticky voice came through, almost doing the same.

"Villagers. They broke in through the back, the poor bastards." Heisenberg spoke quietly through the muffled speaker. The glow of the monitor illuminated Emelia enough to where he could see her face from wherever he was watching. "They got past the goddamn Lycans. They have weapons."

'Weapons'. That word sent a boiling rage down her stomach, and she bared her teeth. She felt her Cadou move and constrict, and suddenly there was an eruption of muscle tendrils from the scar in her chest. The voice on the monitor was silent as the muscle surrounded and contorted her arm with snaps and pops, resulting in small uncomfortable grunts from her even though she stood still. She knew Heisenberg could have taken care of them easily, but the chances of him getting there before they found the 'horrors' of the factory were incredibly slim from what she heard, even if the man could travel quick as if he turned into the metal, itself.

She simply stood as her bones were altered, letting out a steamed, growling breath once the partial mutation had taken place. The muscles, despite having hardened almost instantly, trembled as she started to walk forward. Each tendril shook and twitched as she thought of the destruction to the factory itself, or even harm that could come to them if they weren't careful. The monitor static made her pause again.

"I'll be right behind you." Heisenberg said quickly, and the monitor shut off immediately after. 'You won't have time.' she thought, suddenly taking off in a sprint with a snarling growl.

The quicker she ran, the more she could hear the voices. They were in the fucking tunnels... Her heart raced as she paused, nearly skidding to a stop. No, she couldn't get them in the tunnels... She wouldn't have room. The risk of injury to herself was too great... Unless-

She looked around for a brief moment before suddenly taking off an alternate way. She knew what she was doing... With her jaw opening, she let out a high pitched scream- an imitation scream. It was a tactic she had used before to lure others away for materials, and it was the only way she could maneuver now without being seen. She could hear yelling behind her, the villagers scrambling to help the 'defenseless maiden' from the factory bowels. It was also a scream, she knew, that wouldn't alert Heisenberg too much. She knew damn well he would hear it, but she knew he knew it was a ploy. Another fake scream tore through her throat and bounced of the walls as she made her way into one of the larger hallways, busting through a door. She paused for less than a second as she took in her surroundings.

The ventilation fan.

Thankfully the fan itself was off as she entered, and she knew he had most likely shut it down as soon as he saw her path. She felt as if she had eyes on her, and she knew he was watching her every move both to make sure of her safety and that of the factory. She turned and gripped one of the pipes with her mutated arm, hauling herself onto a ledge before she let the Cadou make a final change.

Ripples were sent through her entire body this time, the muscle tendrils emerging from nearly every scar on her body as well as the usual along her chest. She collapsed to her knees, forcing back her grunts and growls. It was painful... It was still incredibly painful as every bone in her body was contorted and warped, some even breaking and reforming themselves quicker than the eye could blink. She couldn't help but let out a small, pained cry as her body trembled with the change, the muscle settling itself over the skin. A legitimate cry that only seemed to urge the villagers towards her quicker, and one that she knew would bring Heisenberg directly to her if he couldn't see her. Her head shook violently as the bones of her nose and jaw elongated with the added muscle, the pain only causing choked gasps and whines to emerge from her throat.

It felt as if it were taking forever... It always felt like it took forever, with as much pain as she was in. But as soon as it had started, it was over, and she was... cold. She was cold and felt damp as if she had just climbed out of the Reservoir during the winter, though she was completely bone dry. The muscles were shaking and quivering as she regained her balance and gasped for air, her new sharpened bone claws digging into the stone under her. Her eye opened, and while it had been somewhat blurry from tears and internal altering, her vision quickly sharpened.

She could see every small movement.

Every particle of dust and dirt.

Every warp and twist of the light from the small industrial bulbs that illuminated the tunnel, as few as they were.

Her head tilted with a trilling breath; she could hear every movement far better, quickly determining that 11 villagers had gotten in.

11 pairs of footsteps.

11 separate voices.

All men, she heard, all yelling that they would kill whoever they found.

Kill the beasts, save the girl, they said.

She closed her eye and tilted her head slightly to the other side, hearing a different sound from the opposite side. It was Heisenberg, and she could almost hear his own Cadou move as he undeniably utilized his metal to maneuver his way through the factory. But she returned her focus to the villagers, waiting until her now longer, beast-like limbs stopped trembling to move. She circled herself for a moment to gain her footing before glancing up and spotting a monitor, her nose flaring as she lowered her head. She knew he was still watching. He knew what she was planning. She heard his own movements slow, though she didn't know why... But she again looked to the entrance of the room, letting out another high pitched scream that warbled slightly in the last few seconds.

The new mutated form wouldn't hold for long at the current moment, she knew. It took too much energy... It was too new. Her cadou wouldn't hold incredibly long until she had gotten used to it, and at this moment she knew she wasn't. 'Make it fast...' She thought, quickly scurrying up the wall as she heard the villagers footsteps round the corner. She clung to the wall as the men flooded into the large area, holding torches and carrying a variety of weapons. Guns, knives, pitchforks, and even a few pickaxes she noticed had been taken from the caverns of the factory itself. The muscles on her face scrunched into a snarl as she watch them, hearing them speak.

"I swear to you I heard her in here!" One man spoke. Others agreed, dispersing among the area to search.

Within only a few seconds it was made rather clear with a few of them why Dimitrescu hated men, and she stared down with an unamused expression and flaring nostrils. Some of the things that a few of them said... The way a few of them moved. She could even smell rather cheap alcohol on a few, and she knew why they had come. Most likely a drunken idea to be carried out while 'sober', though she figured that fact wasn't entirely true. Did their wives even know they were here, if they had any? Probably not, she thought, and she silently made her way across the wall. No, she wouldn't think like that... They broke in with intent to harm, they were gonna get what came to them.

She chose one man who had wandered to the far area of the room to start the chaos with, and made her way towards him with her eye focused on his movements. If he looked around, she froze, her dark muscle blending in with the shadows. It didn't take her long to reach him, however, waiting until he neared the wall and looked behind one of the many scrap piles.

Her movements were quick, like a wild animal going after its prey, and her arm shot out from the darkness of the corner she was in. Her claws closed around the mans face, muffling his surprised yell as she yanked him up and sunk her odd teeth into his neck. Warm blood filled her mouth as the mans movements turned into limp jerks and twitches, and she pulled away while tearing out a majority of the flesh from under his jaw. The noise it made made her cringe, though it was one she was used to. 'Leave the spine intact.' she was always told, and so she simply watched the blood flow down the mans chest as she let the flesh drop from her mouth. Of course she didn't eat them... Quite honestly she could barely even stand the stench of the village humans anymore in this state, much less devour them. The men below had begun to notice the disappearance of their comrade, and started to group up. Well, that wasn't good... But there was only two ways out of the place, and one door was sealed. If she could get to the other one...

She maneuvered her grip to the top of the dead mans head, careful not to sever the spine as she held his jaw with two claws. With a simple tug and squelch, the bone was torn off with another small blood spray against her face, and his tongue fell limp against his chest. The jaw was tossed towards the men, Emelia turning towards the currently open door as they all froze once it hit the ground. As they gathered to inspect it, she silently crawled along the wall to the door, quietly shutting it and simply breaking the lock from it's hinges. Heisenberg would yell at her later, but for now she needed to make sure they couldn't escape...

She tossed the body towards the men as they realized what the object on the ground was, all backing up with growing panic. before jumping as the body landed and bounced with the force. A fearful silence overcame them, until Emelia let out another fake scream, this time with a low trill from the back of her throat. The men looked up, catching a glimpse of her back leg as she scuttled behind a large pipe.

The sudden sound of screaming and yelling made her cringe once more as the men scrambled together in a group, and she was forced to move as a much larger, much more dangerous sound rang out-

A gunshot.

The bullet bounced off the pipe and into the wall next to her head, and she growled. She had to move faster... Thankfully she could do fast.

With a snarl, she jumped forward and moved along the walls, scuttling and scurrying behind objects and pipes that jutted out. Gunshots followed her trail, as did the mens attempts to throw things- anything they could get their hands on. Rocks, metal chunks, even breaking down small boxes and hurling the wood pieces while simultaneously running around. But she moved too quickly for them to match pace.

Without a second thought, she jumped at them, snatching another man by the throat and dragging him onto the ceiling above them. Her claws dug into his chest, tearing through the clothes and skin easily as if it were paper, eviscerating the man and letting the innards and intestines fall onto the group of men under her with squelches and small splashes of blood before letting the body fall as well. But it wasn't until another gunshot rang out that she moved, only to feel a searing pain up her leg.

They HIT her?!

She hid her pain with a trilling snarl, moving quickly to the side as it slowly healed over. There were only 9 men left now... some had run to the door, only to find the latch broken and the door sealed. Their yells of panic were mixed with yells of anger, and the man she assumed was in the lead spoke up.

"KILL THE BEAST!!!" He screamed, aiming the shotgun at the area where she was hidden.

'Kill??' she thought, letting the smallest amount of rage bubble in her chest. She then let out an involuntary laugh, suddenly darting to and fro, causing the sound to travel.

"YOU BLOODY IDIOTS THINK YOU CAN KILL ME?!" She roared, her voice low and warped. She then shot forward, twisting her body as it ricocheted from corner to corner.

She caught another man by the throat, simply sinking her teeth into his shoulder and tearing with her jaws and arms. Her jaws ripped the mans arm from the socket, piercing the bone and tearing the shoulder blade out before crushing it under her teeth. She kept moving as she crushed his skull, leaving a trail of blood and chunks before dropping the body as another few gunshots rang out and narrowly missed her. Another jump caught two more, sinking her claws into their chests and tearing at their ribs. A loud, wet crunching noise could be heard as the bones were torn from their chests, the bones themselves being crushed under the mutated beasts grip. She jumped out of the way once more with more gunshots, though wasn't spared as a bullet hit her arm. She grunted with pain as she landed against the wall, watching the men.

6... There were 6 left. Three still had guns. Those were the three she needed to hit. She needed to get those damn things away from them...

She moved quickly again, bouncing and jumping in and out of sight from the remaining men. She tackled one of the three gunners and knocked him off his feet, prying it from his hands and bending the barrel to an unusable shape. The man screamed under her, and she quickly covered his face with her hand as she heard the other two guns cock in her direction. With a swift movement, she swung the man in front of her just as the other two shot, their bullets instead hitting the man while she used him as a shield of flesh. He was killed instantly, though she closed her jaws around his head and crushed it with a sickening *CRUNCH* to make sure of it.

She glared at the last 5 men with her one eye, suddenly and quite literally tearing the man with the crushed head in half as effortlessly as one would a leaf. Blood splattered over her and the ground in front of her as she threw the two halves of the man aside.

"YOU THINK YOU CAN BREAK INTO OUR HOME AND GET AWAY WITH IT? TO HURT US?" She snarled, suddenly jumping onto the wall and into the darkness once more.

The men below yelled and simply ran, attempting to find any kind of way out in their ever growing panic. It was something she noticed with humans now that she wasn't one... When faced with the choice of fighting or running, most typically ran. But that didn't stop her... No, instead she let out a trilling screech of a roar, now darting towards them with her own inhuman speed.

She caught up to the men before they even reached the other end of the room, jumping on one and tearing out the spine whilst also swinging the bones and hitting another. The man that was hit tripped with a yell of surprise, earning her teeth around the back of his neck and ripping his head clean off. She grabbed the second of the shotguns and crushed it easily, twisting and darting for the last three men. The first was grabbed by means of her claws sinking into his back and tearing, and she made sure to tear the organs apart with her teeth as she bit into his side.

All she could taste was blood... It was all she could see. All she could smell. The rough metallic flavor permeated the air as she set her sight on the last gunner and ran for him. But she didn't notice as he cocked it back, managing to get a single shot off as she neared him. She paused for a split second with a pained cry as the bullet lodged itself deep in a small soft spot her shoulder, deeper than the others. Her own blood spilled and mixed with the thick layer of the red liquid already on the muscle. She was stunned enough for the man to run, but not enough to not catch him.

Anther screeching roar echoed from her throat, this time filled with rage.

The last two men ran as the beast jumped at them with a trilling snarl, the breaths it took only coming out as roars and growls. The man with the gun was the next to go down, though this time she didn't stop tearing. His screams stopped abruptly as her teeth and claws tore into flesh, flinging whatever bits of bones and innards she found to the side. Only once the torso was nothing but a few shreds of clothing, skin and organs did she stop, some bones that weren't thrown having been crushed under her grip. She only lifted her blood-soaked head as she heard a whimper from behind her.

It was then that she turned to face the last man- a younger man with a simple butchers knife. She could tell none of this was his idea... He didn't even want to be here in the first place. She could see it in his eyes as she stared at him, feeling very, very close to pity.

But that pity didn't last long.

She didn't jump at him, nor did she run. She instead turned to face him slowly, her eye focused on his face.

The now lone villager watched in absolute terror as the beast neared him, its breaths trilling growls as blood dripped constantly from its maw. Emelia stared at the man with a hatred almost as strong as that for Miranda, limping in her shoulder with each movement. The glow of her eye reflected off the metal of the knife as he angled it in defense.

"YOU SHOULDN'T BE HERE."

Her voice was that of a pure monster, barely even recognizable as human from rage. She was focused enough on the man to not hear a distant crashing, stalking towards him like a predator cornering it's prey.

She opened her mouth in a roar as she moved to pounce at him, but was stopped by a sudden, thin rush of air in front of her face. Time seemed to stop as the villager stared, his face locked in that of a deep terror as he stared at her with wide eyes. There was now silence... Complete silence. But the reason for the mans frozen expression became obvious as she watched the life drain slowly from his eyes, a sudden rush of blood exiting a clear slice through his throat. She couldn't help but jerk back in pained surprise as the mans head slid off of his body from a clean cut, the body itself crumpling and falling to the ground shortly after.

Emelia looked up with heavy breaths as a pair of somewhat quick footsteps met her ears, meeting the angry, yet somewhat worried gaze of Heisenberg. She was silent as he neared her, only wincing as she shifted on her arm.

"What the fuck was that?!" He asked as soon as he got close enough, gesturing to the now mangled corpses of the 10 other men. "We could have USED those bodies."

She let out a huff, lowering her head.

"... sorry..." came the low reply. She didn't quite feel remorse, Soldat material merely being an afterthought compared to the potential danger letting the men escape was. Heisenberg was silent, his eyes darting to each body before meeting hers with irritation. But his irritation was short lived as he kept his gaze on her, finally giving a sigh and holding out his hand.

"Come here..." He said quietly. She said nothing and simply listened, approaching slowly with heavy breaths.

She nearly flinched as his hand met her jaw, holding it carefully as he looked over her. He frowned as he noticed the bullet wounds in the muscle, taking notice of the one in her shoulder that hadn't healed over.

"Are you alright?" He asked. She nodded.

"Hurts a little..." She managed, more blood seeping down her jaw as she spoke. He sighed.

"Go up and change back, I'll meet you there." He said quietly, using his other hand to pat the top of her head lightly. "I'll take care of this..."

"What will you do...?" She asked, glancing around her. "They'll be noted as missing by the others... They'll come looking."

"I'll give some to the Lycans and throw the rest out to the woods." He shrugged. "I suppose news of a bear attack would be enough to convince them from those claws of yours..."

He couldn't help but smirk as he spoke, and she relaxed slightly. Well, he wasn't entirely wrong...

"That would be one vicious bear..." she managed to joke, the corner of her mouth twitching as he chuckled.

"A perfect fit. Now go on, this needs to be fast before anyone gets too suspicious."

She nodded and fell silent as he sent her off, watching as she limped to the now empty doorway where she noticed the door had quite literally been ripped from the hinges by his powers, the metal twisted and jagged. But she ignored it, making her way through and into the factory tunnels to get back to the surface. There was still pain, but she could deal until he got back... She could feel the bullet still lodged in her arm as she felt the muscles quiver under her weight. Of course she'd wait for him, like he asked... She just hoped he didn't take too long.

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