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candysweetposts · 2 years

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I made a short chapter about this. It's very experimental and I'm not sure if anyone gets why I did, but here it is anyway. Oh, and this was written with different fonts and here there aren't many so I used italic instead of what I originally had (Courier New).

11 am, Rawell South, 3rd of July 3022

The weather is stable. Tomorrow I will head to the “Parts & Crafts” to upgrade my voice box. I keep hearing glitches every time I try to speak. Like “nails on the chalkboard”. But nothing stops me from working. Sometimes it is helpful because it makes my target confused and this way, it will let the guard down.

Today I meet an android who seems agitated. It acted almost human. Strange. I thought we could not do that. It must’ve been one of those prototypes. I checked and saw the first initials, “SAP”= “Sourced Asset Prototype”. This means that they want to make more who have more human features. But it’s useless. We don’t want that… LOW BATTERY! PLEASE CHARGE! LOW BATTERY! PLEASE CHARGE! SHUTTING DOWN!

5 pm, Rawell South, 4th of July 3022

The weather is stable. I got a new gig.

Target name: GYO200344111000

Location: Prime Club

Personal note: -Just fucking get rid of him-

I often encounter clients who don’t have a reason for targeting, but this one… makes me uneasy. I don’t care as long as I get paid.

I’m heading to the location. Tall building, approximately 70 meters tall, and pretty populated. Nothing unusual, only androids and a few humans looking like they enjoy themselves. The music is loud, but I don’t mind it. The sound is actually relaxing. The techno genre it’s at its peak this year. But I cannot get distracted. I enter the building. I look to my left and then to my right but no sign of this GYO20. In front of me, there is a bar serving liquids that emulates alcohol. I don’t understand why would anyone drink something like that. SO DISGUSTING! But regardless, I take a seat and check some more. Nothing. I suspect this was a scam. But I decided to wait some more. Nothing. I wait and check some more. Nothing. I check the outside of the building, upstairs, and on the roof. Nothing. I get back to the bar and sit. NOTHING! THERE IS NOTHING… ERROR 500!

SYSTEM RESTART! WELCOME BACK!

“Hi! Are you alone?” A voice said then he turned his head just to see a blonde lady smiling at him.

“H—uh?” WARNING! OVERHEATING!

“Uh, sorry! I didn’t mean to offend you. But you really got my attention for some reason” she said flipping her hair over the ear.

“N-no! I do not fe—el anything like that n—ow” STABILIZING SYSTEM!

“Oh, that’s good then. What do you have there?” she points at the helmet placed on the bar.

“Uh…It’s j—sut a helmet. It’s very h—elpful especially at w—ork”

“Can I have a look?”

“S—ure.”

10 pm, Rawell South, 4th of July 3022

There are signs of rain. I just encountered this very strange android. Second one this week. Strange. It’s a female-looking one. Not so tall, approx. 165 cm, blonde hair, blue eyes and it’s wearing “civilian” outfit made from an oversized red shirt with plaid that is torn here and there, a black dress and black boots. It also wears a collar that I suspect it's not just actually an accessory. I tried to search it the database but nothing about this model. Its said that I got its attention somehow but I suspect it’s something else. Its is looking very intrigued at my helmet for some reason, like a child. It’s very interesting to say the least. I noticed that the ring lights from my irises overheat when I look at it. It’s probably because I’m hyper analyze it. It’s just so… human. The way its acts and speaks, like a real woman from movies.

“Do you drink?” she asks all of the sudden.

“Huh? N—o. I d—on’t”

“Aww, too bad” then she turns to the bartender “One H.F. please”

“Alright” says the bartender.

I watched how the drink was prepared. Nothing exceptional about the drink itself but still, this simple process looked so interesting. The way its adds the different liquids… like a chemical experiment

“Here’s your drink”

“Thank you” she says and then takes a sip. “I never asked for your name”

“It’s— DAI02”

“Mine is ALX34 but you can call me Alex”

“A—lright, Alex” NAME ADDED TO THE PROFILE!

“So, you said something about work. What to you work?” she comes closer.

“I’m j—ust a pri—vate as—sas—sin. Pe—ople hire m—e to get rid o—f “trash”. The h—elmet has a bu—ild in system that he—lps me w—ith that. Plus, it hid—es my face in ca—se I fa—il”

“And did you ever failed?” she playfully said.

“N—o”

“That’s good” Alex adds with the same playfulness. “By the way, when are you going to fix that voice box of yours. It’s sooo annoying”

“H—uh! Uh… t—oday” THE TEMPERATURE HAS RISEN!

“Oh… you don’t mean “Crafts & Parts”, no?”

“Th—is is actually t—he place I— was going t—o. W—hy?”

“Nothing, nothing. Good luck!” Alex said in a mocking way.

“Is th—ere somethi—ng wrong wi—th that pla—ce?”

“Duh, it’s place used to find deviants. Idiot!”

“How did you know I was…”

“It’s obvious”

“That d—oesn’t answer th—e quest—ion”

“I mean, no mater how nice you try to dress I can tell for sure. First, you look very unstable. Second, you look old”

“O——ld!?” OVERHEATING! “Haa...” STABILIZING! “S—o, where sh—ould I g—o then?”

“You look right at it. I’m a master engenier” she said very proud.

“R—ight”

“You don’t believe me? Try me. This is very easy. I can do it right here if you want” said started searching her packets.

“Maybe n—ot h—ere”

“Alright. Then let’s go to my secret lab”

“Se—cret l—ab?”

“Yep”

I often wondered how H&C finds us so easily and now that I know they’re everywhere I have to be more cautious. This Alex doesn’t look trustworthy either but it’s about choosing the least bad since there are not good paths here. Alex continued explaining how they managed to infiltrate here. From stores, restaurants, houses and even public institutions, they’re everywhere. Even in such an isolated place like Rawell, you can’t hide. And him, the man behind all of this. Why does he do that? What he could possibly get? All often questions with no answers because humans are such shady creatures. You can never know when they’ll going to turn their back on you. Selfish... When I’ll find him… I’ll crush him.

Alex finished its drink. Finally, we can go”

“Oh my! I love this song! Let’s dance!” she said and then started dragging DAI02 to the dancefloor.

“B—ut I— don’t know h—ow to d—ance”

“You don’t need to know. Just move your body however you feel like” she said and then started to dance.

“O—k”

“I never danced before. Nor do I understand why people do this. It’s so strange the way people move in a rhythm almost hypnotized. And there’s Alex looking like the ocean waves, moved by the wind and creating this harmony around it. No amount of words can describe this image. I could sate at it forever. And ever. Alex grabs my hands and we start moving together. What is happening to me? Is this even real? I seem like something is controlling me? Does music do that? We danced and danced until I forgot why I came there in the first place. Forget the gig, I want to “feel” more of this.”

-TRANSMISSION ENDED

#my weird story #mcl edit #i guess this is chapter one #no name yet #DAI02 #AXL34 #cdm edit #sci fi #fantasy #futuristic

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tywrites · 4 years

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catching their s/o masturbating | headcannons

request: "Kuroo, Tsukishima, and Wakajima (seperate) catching their s/o masterbating? thank u!"

a/n: this concept man,,,, it's hot,,,, ;)) hope you enjoy, anon, thanks for being my first request! i wasn't sure how smutty/detailed you wanted it so i just kinda went for it haha <3 also! i only did tsukki and kuroo bc my inspo was lil down but i hope you like it regardless!! any feedback is really appreciated

pairings: kuroo tetsurou x reader, tsukishima kei x reader

warnings: nsfw! degradation in tsukki's part, mutual masturbation, and a lot of swearing obviously, it’s all under the cut <3

KUROO

ok so, we all know how much of a tease kuroo is. like, he makes fun of you for everything so BE ASSURED that he's gonna make fun of you big time for this

he comes over to your apartment to chill n watch some movies (he has a key bc duh, he's your s/o) and when he walks in, he hears something a lil,,,

suggestive ;)

so ofc he goes to investigate and he stands outside your room with his ear FULLY pressed up against the door shksjs

through the door, he's able to hear your little pants and soft moans as you touch yourself

at first he just listens to your moans and curses with the biggest smirk on his face because he's already thinking of all the teasing he's gonna be doing to you after this

and thinking about some other stuff he'll be doing to you if you get my drift ;))

eventually, he's trying to decide whether to go in and interrupt because y'know, he's having a lot of fun out here buuuut he could also be having some fun in there with you

but his decision is clear when he hears you moan out his name

"kuroo... fuck,"

as soon as he hears that, he's immediately flinging open the door with a huge grin on his face (and a huge problem in his pants IM SORRY)

"need some help babe?" he'd say, all smug

"...kuroo you literally have the biggest boner stfu"

you're blushing so hard, you're literally so embarrassed he heard you oh my lord

"aw, is my pretty baby embarrassed? we all get needy sometimes, nothing to be ashamed of," he'd tease before f i n a l l y entering the room fully and closing the door behind him

he'd stalk up to you and cage you in between his arms while you lay on the bed. he'd be whispering how dirty you were for touching yourself without him while his hands wandered over your body

"kuroo, please just touch me,"

"hm? i didn't hear that, wanna say that a bit louder?"

"fuck you-"

you feel so fucking vulnerable right now and he's just TEASING YOU. he knows how needy you are right now and honestly your begging is making him even more hard than he already is (if that's even possible)

eventually he just wouldn't be able to continue much longer and would give into your pleas once you tell him how badly you want him

he'd find it really hot to recreate the situation you'd been thinking of when you were masturbating

and believe me, he'd make up for his teasing through how many times he'd make you come that night-

TSUKISHIMA

again, this salty prick will NEVER let you live this down man

he'd have been taking a shower. a long shower. and honestly you just couldn't help but give yourself a little release. like, he'd KNOWN how horny you were while you two were chilling on his bed watching movies, but just before y'all were about to do the deed, he conveniently decided to go take a shower.

and at this point he must have been taking the piss, he'd been in there for an HOUR. and you had needs!! so you decided to take matters into your own hands

literally.

once he'd stepped out of the shower and turned it off, he could hear what you were doing IMMEDIATELY. like, you were NOT holding back whatsoever

you wanted him to know what he was missing out on

so, he'd walk down to his room but he wouldn't walk in. he'd stay outside the door, listening to you pant and moan out his name

"kei oh my god-"

cue instant boner

he'd just kinda sigh to himself at your pettiness (EVEN THOUGH HE STARTED IT) and eventually his hand would subconsciously rubbing himself through his sweatpants

your moans would just egg him on and he'd just be touching himself outside his bedroom, not holding back his moans either. honestly he found the whole situation really hot, knowing you were getting off to the thought of him. you'd hear him and smirk to yourself and be even louder, wanting to fucking break him and make him come in to h elp you

"kei... fuck, i'm gonna come-"

as soon as he hears this, the door opens sharply, revealing him standing there with his hard dick out and a dangerous look in his eye. he'd walk over to you, standing in front of the bed.

"go on, darling, come for me."

well,,, you didn't expect that

but honestly, it's kinda hot watching him jerk himself off while watching you fuck yourself to the thought of him. so you comply

you start to get closer and closer and he's saying so many dirty things

"that's right, fuck yourself you little slut,"

"what are you imagining right now? is it my fingers? or is it my cock inside your wet pussy?"

"you just couldn't wait, could you? you need my cock that badly, huh?"

he'd get you so close to orgasm with his words until!! he just!! tells you stop????

you look up at him with the most frustrated look like who tf does he think he is? he's just smirking at you, still wanking his cock and staring straight into your eyes.

"do you think you deserve to come? after being such a naughty girl and touching yourself without me? i don't think sluts get to come, do you?"

this bitch. you just whimper helplessly and he lAUGHS at you and walks over so he's standing over you with his dick in your face.

he tells you to finish him off and honestly you're so horny right now that you don't even argue. after he comes down your throat, he FINALLY helps you out with those long ass fingers

expect a LOT of overstimulation.

#haikyuu #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo tetsurou x reader #kuroo tetsurou smut #kuroo tetsurou imagine #tsukishima kei smut #tsukishima kei imagine #tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima kei #request

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hyponell3 · 2 years

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Ok but like: Coby and Helmeppo with their totally adopted daughter Rika

It’s pretty much me loving these three to death ;w; My singular braincell wouldn’t cooperate with me during this

(If any of you have hcs to add on, PLEASE DO-)

~~~~~~ :^D

-The reunion they had was full of pure happiness, and pretty much a whole lotta crying and hugging during it (will maybe make a longer post about how the Reunion went UwU).

-He doesn't like to admit it, but Helmeppo was the one crying the most out of the three of them, failing miserably to keep his cool. Coby likes to mess with him about this

- Whenever Coby and Helmeppo are gone at sea, they make sure to always communicate with her whenever they can, telling her how things are and so she knows they're OK. They even bring souvenirs for her from the towns they visit!

-Coby spends HOURS telling her about EVERYTHING they do, and tells her about all their missions and places they’ve been. No mention of Marineford. That was a hard time for them they don’t like to delve into.

-Of course Rika is the one cooking for all of them. For one, the two LOVE her cooking, and two, niether of them can cook for shit. She tried teaching them too and let's just say.... yea, it was a disaster

-They had fun at least, the two still help her here and there when she cooks. They have learned to be able to cook small basic things at least

-Coby and Rika love to read the newspapers together for any news on Luffy and his crew and they're just so happy and excited reading through. Helmeppo just watches and thinks "Godthey'resopure"

-Helmeppo attempts to teach her the way of the sharp weapons and get her to "join the Sword Club". Coby gets scared thinking he's trying to teach her to USE them, but really it's just Helmeppo infodumping about sharp weapons and teaching her about them, when she ended up showing some interest...He did let her hold the Kukris once-

-Shopping together? Shopping together. Whether to get food or to see some local markets, they all love to go together. Helmeppo is always buying things for the two of them too, usually small little trinket stuff or even stupid little things

-Short trips too! Sometimes they like to travel to nearby towns for events or for fun. Rika always makes sure to make snacks for the trips too

-Nejejjdjfjjfjf they get mistaken as a family alot and they just, roll with it. It feels very normal for them and they just like the idea of it-

-They love to go back to the little hill with the tree for picnics or just to vibe there whenever. Coby has a picture of Helmeppo and Rika sleeping against the tree, Helmeppo holding her gently and it's the cutest thing ever

-O h, Helmeppo LOVES to carry Rika and she LOVES being carried, especially loves being held against him to where she tends to sleep in his arms alot. WAY too much:

“COby, h elp, she fell asleep, and as much as I would continue to hold her, I have s t u f f to do, so take her plEASE-”

“Aw, but she’s so comfortable and you two look so adorable-”

“Coby I can’t be stuck sitting for hours again, Coby dammit please I havepapERWORK-”

-COBY GIVES RIKA ONE OF HIS OLD BANDANAS AND SHE USES IT TO KEEP HER HAIR BACK ANZ TIED UP PLEASE-

#one piece #one piece headcanons #headcanons #Helmeppo #Coby #Rika #totally legit family #love them so much #p l e a s e

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jmnjmnjmn · 3 years

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Eternal beings | Chapter 1

Pairing: Vampire!Jungkook x Human!Reader

Key words: supernatural, vampire.

Word count: less than 3,000

Warnings: swearing, sadness, jealousy, mentions of murder

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In the spirit of Halloween I decided to write a whole series about Vampire!Jungkook. I know should’ve been posting it throughout October and not on Halloween... Bare with me okay? There’s more to come.

Walking through the city at two in the morning isn’t as cute and mysterious as it may seem. The streets are empty and dark despite the street lights being on and every noise sounds like a forecast for something dangerous, especially when you're a girl walking home from work by yourself. You recently took up night shifts at the convenience store you were working at part time. Your boss was more than happy when you announced to her that you can work nights for half of the week. It was always hard to find people for those hours. With all of your classes at college being online this semester you had more time to work and earn money for rent and other things. You actually liked working at night, because there weren’t many customers then if any at all, so you had freedom to spend most of your time at work reading magazines, studying or sitting on your laptop. The only drawback of working at that time though was the walk home.

You pulled the steel grating over the door and locked it slowly in the faint light of the neon sign above the door. Before walking away you pulled on the padlock to make sure it’s definitely locked right. When you didn’t feel it budge under your fingers you turned on your heel and started speed walking home. Your apartment wasn’t further than twenty five minutes away from the shop and though it felt like a short stroll during the day at night it almost always seemed like a pilgrimage. “Fortunately for me-” You thought. “-the summer is in full swing and the nights aren’t so cold anymore.” You shivered at the thought of walking home in winter time. On the other hand the increase in temperature caused all sorts of shady people to come from their homes and clubs out onto the streets. For example you already walked past more than a dozen of drug deals and were cat called by drunk men leaving the bars so many times you couldn’t count anymore. And that’s only this summer season.

Despite all those unpleasantries you kept working and getting the money you desperately needed to pay the rent for your small flat and lead a decent life in the city. And because of those same unpleasantries you came up with a special system of walking home from work that made you a tad bit more comfortable and it went like this. First: leave the shop with earbuds in your ears, but no music playing, walk with big strides and your head up to notice any potential danger and stay alert no matter how tired you are. Second: walk only the bigger streets with street lamps and businesses on them, preferably ones that are open at night so there’s always someone to run to for help. That part wasn’t too hard since you worked right in the center of the city and lived close by. You smiled to yourself, thinking of the deal you cut on your current apartment. You were subletting from one of your college friends who left to study abroad for a year. He didn’t want to break the lease on his place and not have something to come back to when he finishes his studies, especially since his apartment was in such a perfect location for a young student. That led him to looking around for someone to sublet to and… Tadah! You got a beautifully furnished, one bedroom apartment right in the city for a price that was unheard of in that area. Only downside was that you had to vacate the place in less than ten months.

A loud sudden sound pulled you out of your thoughts, but what followed made your heart skip a beat. A sound so faint it was barely hearable, but clear enough to make you stop in your tracks.

“Please, n-no.” The voice definitely belonged to a male. It sounded as if its owner was struggling to breath out the words. You heard him inhale sharply and ask again. “P-lease, stop.” His begging words sent a shiver down your spine. Something really bad was happening around that corner. “N-no.” You felt your shoulders tense up. You didn’t want to get involved with something dangerous, but you couldn’t just walk by a possible assault or maybe something worse. You tightened your grip on your bag and started to walk back quietly. Your instincts started to kick in slowly as you made the difficult choice between the two possible options. Fight or flight. “Flight.” You thought to yourself. “From a safe place I will call the police. I promise.” You sweared in your head to the man around the corner.

“Stop.” Said a second voice also belonging to a man by the pitch of it.

“Please.” The first man said. “Please.” He repeated now with more strength in his voice. Within a second you heard shuffling indicating a fight broke out between the pleading man and his attacker. You started pressing in the police number on your phone and started moving faster as the noises started getting louder and closer to the alleyways exit. The very same exit from which you were trying to back away from.

“I told you to stop.” The second man repeated himself. Right when you were just about to turn the corner and start running to safety with the police on the phone two men fell to the ground in front of the alleyways exit. Both of them in disheveled suits. The older one, which you assumed was the previously heard beggar, was clearly losing to the other man. You made your last step back and tried to turn to the side to start running when you heard the losing man speak.

“Help me.” He croaked looking in your direction and blowing your already weak cover. Standing in the shadowy street you thought he wouldn’t be able to see you backing away, but he did and his attacker now saw you as well. “H-elp.” He tried to repeat his statement, but the other man pushed him to the ground getting rid of the bits of air in his lungs. “What should I do?” You asked yourself. The nerve connections in your brain made a snap judgment for you. The scene you had before you looked just as frightening as comical. What even was this situation? Two well dressed men, who you would think are well behaved and well above resulting in physical fights if you saw them in the shop you were working at, were playing some murderous tug of war right in front of you in the middle of the night. As you realised the oddity of the situation it stopped being so scary all of a sudden. “They’re just drunk office rats fighting in an alley.” You thought to yourself but didn’t put your phone back down in case things escalated to something more dangerous. You continued to back away when the standing man spoke.

“How many times do I have to repeat myself?” He asked in an authoritative tone, but you weren’t going to listen. You turned around and made a step to your left wanting to reach the main road again and get away from this bull. “Stop.” He said tiredly. You turned the corner and started to run before he could say or do anything more to you. You pressed the green button on your phone screen calling the police.

“112.” Said a female operator on the other side of the phone after just a short moment. “Hello. There’s a fight going on near my house. Two men. It looked pretty bad.” You said nervously.

You woke up the next morning around noon. Having already forgotten the events of last night you got ready for work. You were covering a shift in the afternoon at the shop for your co-worker Jimin. He worked there a couple of months longer than you, showed you the ropes on your first day and since you got along pretty well you became work friends. You decided not to eat breakfast at home and just grab something at the shop. Just like that within twenty minutes of you waking up you were out the door.

The mid day was warm but you had your jacket in the bag ready to be put on in the late hours of the night when you’ll be walking home. You turned the corner to get to the main street and have a stroll to work in the sun when you were met with a hoard of policemen blocking the sidewalk. You crossed the road and took a different route than usual, not bothering to think twice about the reason the police were where they were right now.

As you entered the shop you noticed Jimin watching television on the small screen hanging over the cigarette shelf. The bell over the door rang when you closed it and Jimin instantly turned his head towards you, greeting you with a warm smile as you walked towards him.

“Great to finally see you.” He said, taking off his name tag.

“You’re only happy to see me today, because I’m relieving you of your shift.” You joked and he laughed quietly.

“Only today.” He said smiling and let you behind the counter. “I have to run. Yoongi’s probably already waiting for me.” He waved you goodbye, grabbed his bag and headed for the door.

“Go. Have fun.” You called after him smiling.

You turned the volume down on the TV and cranked it up on the ancient radio on the counter. Jimin always watches TV at work while you prefer listening to music and shuffling through magazines or newspapers. You pinned your name tag on and started looking for a good read as a bell rang signaling an arrival of a customer. You picked a fitness magazine and leaned on the shelves behind you and started reading about “the benefits of doing squats”. After a couple of minutes the customer who earlier entered the shop came to the counter with his pickings. You scanned the last item when he asked you to turn on the volume on the TV. You pushed the “+” button on the remote and was about to tell the man the amount he has to pay for the items when you heard the speaker's voice on TV describe something horrible.

“... A gruesome murder. Victim: a man in his thirties, possibly a nearby office worker. His exact identity is still being confirmed by the police.”

“Horrible.” Said the customer. “And so close by. Who would do such a thing?” He asked, sounding truly concerned.

“Twelve thirty, sir.” You said politely. That’s exactly why you didn’t like watching TV at work. This particular television set was about twenty years old and had an antenna so crooked it played only three channels, two of them being news. There was no day there wouldn’t be bad news. A natural distaster, an economic crash, a new riot or war somewhere in the world or, like today, a murder. The man scanned his card and left with his things. As the door was closing behind him you reached for the remote to mute the TV again.

“Estimated time of the murder is thirty minutes after two in the morning.” Said the speaker and you quickly put two and two together. Glancing at the screen you reached your shaky hand for your phone and started searching the internet for more information on the event. A cold shiver went down your whole body when you read an article header stating the place where the “gruesom murder” took place. It was that alleway near your building. You dialed your friend Taehyung’s number still looking at the screen, waiting for more details to be described by the news anchors.

“The number you are calling is unavailable.” You heard an automated message and hung up the phone. “What the hell do I do now?” You whispered to yourself. “I called the police last night and described the situation as well as I could.” You thought. “It’s not my fault they didn’t intervene… Or did so too late.” You explained to yourself. “Still, shouldn’t they have my number saved somehow? And shouldn’t they be calling me up right now for questioning? I was there after all.” You couldn’t wrap your head around the idea that you could have seen a murderer last night. “Maybe it wasn’t them.” You started wandering. “Maybe they left right after they saw me and someone else did… That.” Another announcement by the news anchors pulled you out of this train of thought. “Police just confirmed the identity of the victim. Thirty five year old (Victim’s name), an office manager at (Company’s name) was brutally murdered last night on Third.” You covered your mouth with your free hand when the picture of the victim popped up on the screen. It was the man from last night, the one that lost the fight. “His body was found by a passerby over four hours after the murder took place.”

“Impossible.” You breathed out. “I called the police right around two. How is it that they didn’t send anyone to check on the situation?” You thought and dialled Taehyung’s number again.

“The number you are calling is unavailable.”

“Shit.” You hissed. You really wanted to talk to a friend right now and figure out what to do. Taehyung was your closest friend right now, you knew each other from highschool and hung out all through your first years of college to this day. You dialed the police number once again in the last twelve hours.

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caffiine · 3 years

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A BRIEF PAUSE

From my regularly scheduled content. I’ve got some shit to say, y’all (forewarning for spicy language and spoilers)

I thought about making this post on my fandom subblog but this show and this relationship have been TOO important to me for the past 8 years to not give it its proper place in my life. strap in bc im not sure how long this mf is about to be.

When i started this DUMB show at age 19 tortured soul “empath” dark academia me thought sam winchester was going to be my favourite character. and don’t @ me, i love sam now in his own right (and we deserve some SAILEEN PEOPLE). but after literally less than 5 episodes i KNEW dean’s character and his arc were going to be amazing and beautiful and he immediately became my favourite brother. The nuances of his character i.e. his shell vs his true self were so evident to me even in the first couple seasons. in my humble opinion, he had the most growth of the two brothers.

They all deserve to be happy, but for whatever FUCKING reason dean has the HARDEST TIME OF ANYONE being happy in this show. I know it’s his character. I know it was written that way. But FFS. I kept wondering when they were going to wrap up his emotional arc and stop torturing the poor dude.

then in season 4 they introduced castiel and 1) I thought the new concept of angels as assholes was super cool and 2) I hardcore SIMPED over misha collins (still do). I watched benignly as cas and dean began to form this relationship that seemed pretty special. I started watching the show when it was in its eighth season and I binged the shit out of it for two weeks until I was caught up. By the time I was caught up I was CERTAIN there were some feelings between them and I LOVED it. I am bisexual and I was ECSTATIC for a potential queer relationship between two masculine-portrayed dudes. I went on tumblr to express my newfound theory, only to find out that this was a real THING. “Destiel” was already an idea that had absolutely and intensely BLOSSOMED in the fandom for several seasons already. So many others saw what I saw and saw the potential of emotionally tortured/constipated “daddy’s blunt instrument” dean and the unfeeling daddy’s boy cas “crack in his chassis” Winchester being allowed to be happy together. I felt validated and hopeful. For a while.

Then it was season after season of hopefulness for them to be finally happy with each other while still fighting the ills of their world with sam and the other new members of their family that were added along the way, only to constantly have that hope seemingly teased away at the end every single time. By season 11 and the introduction of amara (not bashing, eventually loved her character and her development too) I gave up. I lost hope. I stopped watching the show. I didn’t want to keep watching my two favourite characters continuously abused by the story they were thrown into.

I know not everyone likes destiel, not everyone thought it was real. That’s chill, idc. Stories are so often meant to be (and sometimes inadvertently) left up to interpretation by the person experiencing and consuming them. It’s what’s so amazing about books and shows and movies that are able to make us feel so intensely about them and their characters. And I felt SO strongly about dean and cas. It was honestly really upsetting to me, the way the show was going with their relationship.

A while later season 13 had been going on and I started seeing some things pop up on my dash. Hopeful things. I did a bit of research and accidentally saw THE SCENE from season 12 and I couldn’t help myself. I restarted it. I watched the whole thing from the beginning again AND introduced it to my boyfriend I think partially as a way to ensure I wasn’t imagining shit (it took him awhile and a lot of me internally screaming during many scenes but by season 9 he was like “uh are they in gay love”). Fast forward to me finally catching up as season 14 was starting. I was still hopeful, somehow. And it happened AGAIN. Season 14 and the beginnings of 15 made me so sad. I HATED what they did with their relationship. I HATED the way it ended. I HATED the way dean treated cas and everyone around him. It felt like the show was taking his whole character arc back to day 1. I didn’t understand. I kept watching for a couple episodes after the big argument and cas left but the luster was gone and eventually I just stopped.

I love this show. It has meant so much to me as a story. So many of the characters are/were very dear to me. I know it’s a running joke with this show about character deaths and homophobia but the strength of the bond I felt was between cas and dean gave me a lot of hope. But it wasn’t enough. I felt betrayed one too many times. And for those of you who kept watching, for whatever reason, I don’t hold it against you. It’s still a beautiful and interesting story without cas and dean’s relationship. But I just personally couldn’t do it anymore.

I hadn’t planned on watching the rest of season 15 when it came back after pandemic hiatus, at least not for awhile. So imagine my FUCKING surprise when I was doom scrolling through twitter during election week on Thursday and I see supernatural trending right along with election shit.

What.

I couldn’t stop myself, I looked and literally SCREAMED and made my boyfriend spill his wine all over our couch. I didn’t know exactly what happened as I hadn’t seen the episode but APPARENTLY all my emotions and feelings had been at least partially vindicated. So I BOUGHT season 15 so I could finish watching where I had left off. I watched 8 episodes in less than 24hrs (don’t judge me there’s a quarantine) and I LIKED them. And it might’ve been bc I knew what was about to happen in 15 x18 but I really felt like the show was getting STRONGER as it neared its finish.

I was so excited for 15x19. I read so many posts from fellow fans, destiel and antis alike. There really weren’t a lot of bad emotions running around. Everyone seemed hopeful and excited like me.

I probably don’t need to go over 15x19 emotions but im going to anyway. I was disappointed. I was confused. I was angry. we are in season 15. The last season ever for this show that has had a HUGE following of fans who have loved it, sometimes unconditionally, sometimes even though it wasn’t the best (and sometimes less than good). A season and show that had just announced YES. CAS LOVES DEAN. ITS REAL. And I shouldn’t have to go over the nuances of why we would expect more after this, with two episodes to go before the show is done forever.

But I will bc im mad af.

Like I said in the beginning. Dean’s character arc has been incredible. His emotional growth – as subtle as it might’ve seemed – has been amazing. And dean has always been an emotional, loving person. he just felt like he wasn’t because the world made him feel that way. And that’s sad, y’all. Dean deserves to realize he DESERVES happiness. And in 15x18, we were finally heading basically directly there. With destiel, yes, but even if you’re anti, what cas said to dean about who he is and why he loves him obviously struck a fucking chord with dean. It obviously changed the way he viewed himself (RE: “that’s not who I am, that’s not who we are”).

But for WHATEVER reason that’s ALL we got in 15x19. One fucking SENTENCE about dean realizing maybe he’s not just built to kill people. And then jack leaves without a single mention of Eileen or cas or Charlie or literally anyone they ever cared about and dean rode off into the sunset alone with his brother while we watched a fucking FIVE MINUTE MONTAGE that made me want to hurl my own body into the sun they were driving toward. And cas is STILL DEAD.

BUT THERE’S STILL ONE EPISODE LEFT AND FUCK ME IF I HAVENT BEEN PAINTING ON MY CLOWN MAKEUP ALL WEEK. SO WHAT DO I WANT????

ONE: DEAN DESERVES HAPPINESS. REAL HAPPINESS. What the FUCK supernatural??? Wasn’t this the whole point of his arc??? And don’t get me wrong I REALLY want that happiness to come from Cas and a real spoken relationship of some sort between them bc it also ties in with my second point but tbh just PLEASE let dean be happy. Dean is a loving person and does everything for love as we JUST FOUND OUT. Dean would NOT be happy with everyone he’s ever loved gone for the rest of his life. I just don’t believe that’s fucking true. h elp him pls.

TWO: CAS DESERVES HAPPINESS. I know we got this whole speech about “happiness isn’t in the having it’s simply in being” but like. Really. Castiel was supposed to be a throwaway character no one was supposed to care about. But we all cared SO MUCH that he lasted 11 SEASONS longer than intended and became a main character and an integral part of the story. Cas has arguably sacrificed more than anyone on this show. His last act was to sacrifice his life to save the man he loved. He knew where he was going. He knew he was finally going to be able to tell dean he loved him and then immediately be taken by the empty where we know now thanks to season 15 that everyone in there just gets to dream forever about their regrets and sadness. HOW IS THAT FAIR. HOW IS THAT A GOOD ENDING FOR CAS. HOW DO YOU EXPECT ANYONE – CHARACTERS AND FANS ALIKE –TO BE HAPPY ABOUT THAT. Its messed up, supernatural. Y’all KNOW it is and I hope to HIGH HEAVENS this is going to be corrected in 15x20.

THREE: give sam Eileen back.

Well that’s all I’ve got in me, folks. I’m absolutely and intensely dreading Thursday. Im scared and nervous and obviously still angry that this is absolutely going to be the opposite of what they promised – another “game of thrones” ending. Some of y’all are giving me hope with your posts about maybe they’re trying to keep the ending a surprise and maybe cas is coming back and how can they not and why else would they have done the second to last episode like that and I hope yall are right.

Either way, im glad I am not alone with my feelings. Thanks yall for the experience of this fandom and show. Let’s stick together on Thursday, no matter our differences.

PS stop calling jensen ackles a homophobe or ill hex you.

#supernatural #destiel #deancas #oh and #saileen #just to make sure theyre not forgotten #dean winchester #castiel #Misha Collins #jensen ackles #15x18 #15x20 #15x19 #i fucking guess #dean x castiel #casdean #castiel x dean #supernatural season 15

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11/01/2021 nakey new year

H: as you may have noticed my voice is all cracked because I screamed for 3 days straight.

SL: Why are you naked?

H: (?) to get in the right spirit (?) I was thinking about what to do for this video and I thought “nakey it is”. (?)

H: About the match against phantasmo there were articles that kept only the part where I said it was boring, but in this match what I kept saying was “check what he’s doing! This isn’t right!” to the referee. Especially when he (ELP) stepped on my hand. (...) I remember it clearly because it really hurt, I thought my bones might be broken. I think the referee was checking as well as he could, but even I couldn’t tell exactly what he was doing. He fooled the ref, he fooled the audience, it was a foul play only was aware of. It was frustrating. It’s just like Ishimori san said after the match, I won by a hair’s breadth. That was embarrassing. I thought to myself “... that wasn’t a great win..” and that’s when I said it was ‘boring’. But it was about the way it ended. It’s not like I wanted you to think “oh, so Hiromu was bored?”! I wasn’t able to show what I wanted to show, and then there was the mess with the foul plays… I thought “Right, that’s the kind of people Bullet Club are”.

H: You know when it comes to BC, recently I mostly fought against Ishimori and he usually faces me head on, so I’d kind of forgotten Bullet Club was a thing. You know last summer, Evil joined them! And then afterwards it was like “ah”. I probably was looking at this match like a match against the Super JCup winner and thought he would be straightforward about it. And he (ELP) said he was looking forward to it, so I had some expectations. I do want to fight against him again though, have a better pin.

H: I hadn’t realised we were the semi final at tokyo dome until the morning of the same day. I felt happiness at the thought that the Jr IWGP belt made it to the semi finals. And since my opponent was Ishimori, of course I knew without a doubt that it would be a hard match. There was just one thing that was different from usual though. The elbows. Fifteen minutes into the match, Ishimori flipped a switch. *footage of the sequence with a caption that says ‘Ishimori’s barrage of elbows that Hiromu can hardly respond to’* That was tough. I tried not to give ground but I ended up receiving a one sided beating. At that point there were multiple times where I was on the verge of losing consciousness. In this situation you start to feel good, because of how many hits you took. I thought “it’s rare for Ishimori san to get so fired up”. I think Ishimori san lost it a bit, he’s usually pretty indifferent. I almost started laughing during the match. It was fun. It made me happy, it felt good. It’s bizarre huh? Pro-wrestling is hard to understand.

I thought there was something wrong with me, after the match. I wasn’t thinking much during. “I’m stupid” is what I thought. I didn’t want to lose. It’s easy to take a hit and fall down for a bit, but I didn’t want to do that. I don’t want to just win. It’s not just about winning. I didn’t want to just win a match at the Dome. I always liked matches where you take 9 hits and give back 10.

SL: Do you rewatch your matches many times?

H: I don’t like to watch them multiple times. This time the elbow scene really stood out to me, I thought “I’m so dumb (lol)”. “I should have just fallen down~”. During the match I wanted to overcome the attack, rise up and fight back. I completely lost that exchange in the end tho.

SL: Have you watched the other matches?

H: … I watched Naito san’s match, and I think that’s it. I just watched gifs on the NJPWworld twitter. I was like “Oh Takagi san did this… Oh Bushi san did that…”

SL: You talked about a dream in your backstage interview..

H: AhH. I didn’t,, really mean to say that I wanted to be in the main event at Tokyo Dome one day. I once told Okamoto san (journalist) that I wasn’t especially interested in main eventing at Tokyo Dome, but while I was walking back backstage with the belt around my waist I ended up yelling it. At that moment I thought I wanted to do it, it occurred to me that I could do it. So I yelled “I will defend the IWGP championship in Tokyo Dome”, or rather…. I tried. I really bit my tongue. I couldn’t say it right.

*showing the clip where he starts saying it, it’s fine up until IWGP and then it’s gibberish* (it starts at 11:00 it’s so fucking funny). I bet the fans thought I was just yelling as usual. Anyway I said it again backstage, so forgive me… I make mistakes too… Because I am human.

H: There used to be only one day for Wrestle Kingdom, nowadays it’s two so it could be possible right? One night for the IWGP heavyweight championship, one night for the IWGP junior heavyweights. There’s potential there. I want to do it. I was thinking about stuff like that, having won the BOSJ, the IWGP jr belt, having defeated the Super JCup, but I had one person on my mind: SHO. I didn’t want to have to think to myself that I’d lost to him (?) And he’s fun.

(Sthg sthg apparently, in the video where he discusses every BOSJ contestants, he asked to cut a good chunk of what he said about SHO)

H: He’s really changed a lot, as a wrestler, I’m really looking forward to facing him. I want him to be my next challenger. Or rather, I will let him challenge me. It’s not in the cards yet but he did ask me in the ring (on January 6th at the NewYear Dash), when no one else could hear: “Please let me challenge for the belt”. He asked in Keigo (formal/polite speech). That’s how serious he was. It showed his seriousness, he should never change that part of him.

H: ANYWAY. Bye! Happy New Year Everyone!

#hiromu takahashi #takahashi hiromu #hirochan's yt #njpw #ayy i'm back!#this video was fun!#I feel like the editing in the videos is getting better! there were a bunch of clips from WK #the one at timestamp 11:00 really made me laugh #also the way SL just straight up asked why he was naked

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throwingideasatthewall · 3 years

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Clone Wars Shadow Warriors

Seas 4

Oh this- just screams edgy ... Whelp

So is Jar Jar an adult, now,? (Asking because before his characteri zation was force of nature to child

Now he seems to have his own personality.

Which is fine if you want to change some details for the sake of a better story, (Or to simply explore a new angle,). Aesthetic

Just. need to make sure I’m holding them to the right standard,

Okay,

That- was relatively adult,

Um.

Aight . . Well-

Wait

Did they just call Jar Jar away from Cou-ncil-

. I mean they are clearly trying which is some thing I do give credit for-

Though The Tone Is Robot- Ic-

(Though that might be int- entional since it seems to be hinting that this lady is practicing some kind of mind tricks on him

(Aka, he’s doing it under tox, because we don’t do suspension of choice in dra- mat ic Me- -dia,

S’up

What?

I-

H-elp

Screw my own accou- -ntability - See that was the correct -amount of emotion-

. Okay - Right-

Sus- (pic)

No one noticed the obvious people right there?

Like not even Mr. sus there?

[or are they just so kind that it’s like oh yeah we were just talking hate speech but go right ahead?

Logic?

There

Yeah some shit is definitely going on,

For sake of argument* sake, i’m just going to assume that his reaction to toxic behavior

*Account ability-

Any way

I-

I’m still going to try,

Despite you clearly saying you want understood

Because assumed authority - and assuming you know better than a person about themselves

Is totally ok-

- In this society

-[Cries in sad “accountability,” -of- war, ]

Whelp,

In- flue- n -c e

Still an adult-

Okay-

Imagine it was just a normal necklace and he pulled that shit-

[Ok for the sake of argument I’m going to assume the necklace is symbolism for toxic influence,

Being around it enabling]

It- - His voice voice dropped like - 6 octaves

Also I swear if they try to excuse him for his actions-

Mind over matter -Okay, so they’re not excusing him for his -actions,

Me- an - OK so it’s not naturally evil it just comes down to the users so that dude was still totally responsible,

Didn’t change - much

- Ha-Ha

Actual gas -lighting”

Also persuade, - Okay, good not excusing him from his actions, - Thing

The gaslighting goes deep - Also isn’t the Darkside supposed to be negative over involvement? - Aight- - - A-lone

Oh yeah that’s a great idea let’s just let the dude that just got gaslighted and completely fell forward go back into the person who did it,

👍

Genius

(This Jedi Council is fucking brilliant)

Gas- Light- Ing

(Note; Confronting the gas lighter is never the way to do it (Inter- Gen-) (Excluding accountability of the abuser (Gen-break Venting Pro- Ced- u re)

[as you’re usually too angry to let them get a word in edgewise And remain; in control)

With inter- gen productivity, They are possibly given five warnings before Being Kick ed-]

For the sake of argu- ment as well as simplicity-

We’re stick -ing with bas- ic-

If someone’s acting toxic with you, you reflect and you don’t have to hang out with anyone you don’t want to,

Logic

This dude is very clearly making it obvious that he’s willing to listen to this person,

And, enabling

“Cl-”

See he’s gaslighting him again because he thinks he can get away with it,

With no accoun- tability-

(Or the small bit this society believes in which is jail,”

Wr-

Oh!

Is he a Gungan Jedi?

Also,

You Don’t

SAY!

(The repeated Gaslighter who has shown multiple times to be toxic, Was toxic, (And prepared to use any means to subvert the will?

Prize for the most in competent Je di

Like, Serious- (Really had to put those two accoun t- ability- cells to good - use-”

(For matting issue-)

The writer just saving us the effort of him coming downstairs -all feckin- weird, and the obvious “should’ve seen that coming, “

? ha-ha

What?

Oh yeah no the creepy magical stuff wasn’t enough of a fecking clue in-

Appar-

Whelp-

He snapped out of that quick-

Like didn’t even need a reverse- mind trick

Good for him-

And - actual- nar- rative- -

Whelp,

Wreck-ing -house

Okay, but how do you think this is going to look to the general public like two Jedi,( very good at persuasion - mind tricks’ -just showed up, now they’re leader and said Jedi are wreck-ing one of their minster’s houses-

One who could’ve feign- ed lack of support for the war

Like if this is a set up-

the chips- are about to fall,

Da-

Okay, seriously how obviously evil, was this person?

Like we have a weird creepy room, The robots apparently hanging from the chandelier (eck) And the knife

Like if this person ever- went- through a checkpoint

Also, Oh-

That-

(That really does not look good,)

Bo-ss

Yeah, she clearly has medical experience,

(Also yeah that’s really going to make it better-”

Oh yeah the senator was seen trying to clean up the evidence-

Well the Jedi ran out full sword’s- a blazing

(Instead of you know the Senator chasing after him, While the peacekeeper stayed behind and tried to tend to the person,]

Great - - Or Not-

Well- tensions just got raised,

Of,

Ai. Ght,

Whelp,

(Okay, no way he’s totally not dead but sure-)

A-i-

Whe-

That- sucks- - Un- Con-cious

That- doesn’t tell me anything else-

Like; Critical condition?

D-usk

Li-terally no one else?

(Like don’t get me wrong I’ve been a pretty big Jar-jar fan ever since the change-)

But really, the Senator, the person that spends the most time away from your - planet

That’s the person, they trust the most?

Ai-

Hm-

Oh yeah just put on the deadly leaders hat-

The rese-mblance-

Not really?

I mean all humans technically look the same-

But-

Pretty sure Jar jar is a lot scrawn- thin -er

Also if they’re not going to listen to him as him they’re not going to listen to him as he pretends to be their (dead) leader

Also, please don’t go with the liar revealed plot,

Yeah no, they have completely different kind of light. tones,

The face structure-

Co-mpletely different-

Nope

-Dead

Di-ssent

Agree

I-

OK yeah I’m just gonna go over the fact, that as previously state, I am not a huge fan of the liar revealed plot-

-or lying

(No because it’s- unrealistic- - or there’s anything wrong with it

-people do lie

-maybe because of how overdone and poorly done it’s been,

-With the liar getting off Scott free without any weight

But I really don’t like this plot-

-And the skip button maybe used ad- nausuem- -

[Well- shit [for reference; I was using the skip button ad nausuem when I randomly stopped at the part with Greivous

Things just got a whole lot worse]

[Tumblr Refresh] -

Any Way,

Aww, That’s kind of nice the friendship and reliance the dude has on Other- Half - Yes ‘Boss Leoni’ when someone gets tox you leave- - In a - relation ship-

Also yeah he’s definitely not ‘Boss Leoni’ - He would’ve stayed and tried to take the tox

(Aka Jar-jar is less ena- bling, les- tox- And Doesn’t Take It For Much More. Than He Has To,

(He’s les -s

Dyfun. -c)

Okay

Good Job - Also - yeah how’d you manage that - That-

Didn’t get car ried up the chain of com- mand- - Then again Gri- evous has shown to be a pretty shit boss. - So I can’t blame these guys for being like yeah compl- ete stranger I will totally take a nap -right ,now- - You kinda have sticks- - [The rain is really nice,]

[is this the first time we’ve seen them use active particle effects for the camera?

Either way it’s really nice -

Oh,

They’re

electric sticks,

That makes sense

[- bet ter for Figh t- In- g-

Stop one 1v1 -ing- It

W-h

Again this is what happens when you 1v1 it and don’t assume accountability- - -

[Don’t fight a metal cyborg with metal sticks when you’re not prepared to take it, full way,)

I-

[I feel like this is supposed to be some big build up but they only shared like one scene where dude was completely silent,]

Like,

Sacr-ifice

Die to take someone out with you

[Great

Now

Ouch]

Are they actually going to kill off grievous because this isn’t look-ing too - good - Shit-

Dude- is still not dead- - How? - Whelp- - Oh, hey where the fuck did you come from,

I- Ack. Br-u- Tal

W-el

- Un - M - Plan-

“ damn it he messed up the script-, -Pal - patine

Cap-

Prison break-

Also yeah that’s probably like a vacation for him-

Given how toxic these assholes are - Ex- change - Damn Ship per-

Also screw the 150 or how many other sena -tors - Only Amidala - matters - A- ight- - Also, dude knows where everyone’s lair, Is,

Like he pissed off Grievous with -his

Now he’s just chilling in this dude’s sipping earl gray Or- Some Shit-

Him

Okay

Getting a little ahead of yourself episode- - O k

Hearing this, Skywalker doesn’t immediately run back shout -ing nope- - - Because, to my knowledge the speaking at room volume,

Not whispering and the distance isn’t enough to -explain it - Ai - - Wel- - There goes one min-ion- - Droids are apparently expensive enough to chastise Grievous over-

But sen-tient - beings are a dime’ a ‘dozen-

(Also gaslighter’s. don’t give a shit about you dear, God,

The Painful dramatic- irony-

*tra- gic- Wh- -Oa

Ai - Ri-

Wh- -elp,

You know if it wasn’t for the exposure earl- ier

I would assume they would think that the Jedi was just killing all their Im-por- tant- elected officials

Why?

Wh-at

He’s right. - But dude- that’s pretty ham fisted-

I mean-

How many episodes (and possibly seasons-) do we have to go- - - Anakin- is a dick to lanterns- - Also the random theme of the bots- coming out of nowhere- continues- - St -op- - Wh- elp-

? (He live?)

I-

Good Play-

Ah-

To-

Oh, yeah, He’s alive we’re not going to bring that up in any mention-able way?

Ike

Wh e l- p

Oh - That was -nice-

You deceived everyone and lied to all our people, you’ll make a great leader,

Or a great council/ committee leader considering that they do have an open position , Best

I like that they had one bad ass fall and had it replace-d by Dooku being particularly bad-ass - In his place-

In the trade off near the end really speaks to the frag-ility of war

I thought-

It was pretty al-right Though it really did seem like - they were trying to build up to something but the structure unfortunately just didn’t support it,

Which is unfortunate because they do seem like bits- that could’ve been nice

Like Jar-jar being a constant peacekeeper-

The underwater nations-

Wars be- tween - Those Dude’s

And that general guy - Who seems to be like he was supposed to be this - really big deal

[probably intended to do something massive in the previous arcs,]

But, here, all he did was that one scene,

[Would’ve worked better if he was like this Re- Public Gen- Er Al-

To the shark guy-

And Akbar,

Was just like the resident enforcer-

Or something to do with the prince

I think it would’ve really worked better with the concept of ‘being taken’ under, As well that possibly being a good contrast between Jar Jar binks And Char- If Jar- jar got promoted- With Char being eager at first but then realizing he just can’t- And Jar- Jar being reluctant at first but realizing he can-

[Note; assumed authority is bad, Just- some people are better at using it for venting than others)

Nope boomers vs throw- it-back, boom-

I-

And it really did feel like this episode -should’ve been the split one

Nearing the end- it started to feel like the 1st- part of a second ep-

Which is fine

Just cut- of-

Episode all around being al-right, with just several parts that didn’t make quite sense including the emphasis on the general for that one scene,

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Fukigen na Mononokean Ch. 68

Mistaken identity or...? Ashiya and Abeno ask Tougen about her first meeting with Ashiya in this chapter.

Please remember to check out the official English release when it comes out, preferably on Crunchyroll if you’re able to!

The newest chapter can be read on the official website by clicking the yellow button labeled 読む!

Fukigen na Mononokean Chapter 68 - Uncovering Snow

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Okina: Oh...

Okina: This is heavenly...

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Okina: After 100 years, the Tougen hotspring... still has the same perfect temperature.

Okina: But...

Even though it used to be bustling with so many demons, it's completely deserted now.

Tougen: .....

Ashiya: Okina-saaan!

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Ashiya: I brought some bath towels from my house for you to use when you're finished with your bath!

Okina: Thank you, Ashiya-dono.

Ashiya: (Ah... I just changed my clothes, and my left shoulder's already soaking wet...)

(Ashiya: Fuzzy, let's dry you off...)

Ashiya: !

Tougen: ......

Abeno: .....

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Abeno: Tougen-dono...

Abeno: It seems like you're acquainted with Ashiya, but...

How long ago did you make his acquaintance?

Tougen: ...A....

Tougen: ...h.

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Demon: Ashiya-sama doesn't remember Tougen?

Abeno: You are...

Abeno: A demon apart from Tougen, I presume?

Ashiya: (This fish isn't Tougen-san's real body?!)

Demon: That is correct, Abeno-sama.

I am Kowaku... Tougen has allowed me to possess her.

Kowaku: I am a separate demon, but we are practically one body and mind.

You cannot hear her voice, right? That's why I talk in her place.

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Ashiya: Then... Kowaku-san.

I've been thinking over it and this is the first time we've met, but...

(Ashiya: This is my first time coming here.)

Tougen: (No! You're definitely the Ashiya-sama I met here before...)

Kowaku: No, you're definitely the Ashiya-sama I met here before...

Kowaku: Your aura and the scent of your body are the same.

Besides, there aren't that many humans who can see demons...

Ashiya: Aura...? Scent...?

Tougen: ....?

Kowaku: ...It's just... now that you mention it, your appearance and way of speaking seem a little different?

Abeno&Ashiya: ......

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Ashiya: Tougen-san.

Ashiya: I don't think I'm the Ashiya you met, after all.

Tougen: ...!?

Ashiya: My name is Ashiya "Hanae."

Ashiya: The Ashiya you knew was probably my father...

Yahiko: Ashiya Sakae!

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Yahiko: He has the same name as Ashiya!

Ashiya: Uwah!?

Yahiko: Ahahhaha! Hey, hey, I transformed for you again! You were surprised, huh?

Ashiya: N... not particularly. I'm already used to it!

Yahiko: Eeeh?

Really? That's so boring...

Yahiko: !

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Yahiko: Tougen... You're making a scary face... Are you mad...?

Tougen: .....

Tougen: ...!!

Kowaku: This is definitely the same face as the Ashiya-sama I met back then...!

Ashiya: !

Ashiya: (Then it really was...!)

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Ashiya: (Tougen-san met Sakae...!)

Tougen: !?

Yahiko: I'm getting in the hot springs!

Ashiya: !

Kowaku: ...I thought you resembled him greatly, but

Kowaku: You aren't the Ashiya-sama that saved me when I was on the verge of disappearing...

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Abeno: Saved you?

Ashiya: ...!

[That Sakae... saved a demon...!?]

Ashiya: That story...! Could you please tell us more about it?

Touen: ......

Kowaku: ......

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Kowaku: Back then, Kowaku still hadn't possessed me,

So I was guarding over the spring alone.

Kowaku: Ashiya-sama... No,

Kowaku: Sakae-sama and I met one winter, where the snowfall had been great enough to cover the spring.

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Tougen: (The spring is covered...)

Tougen: (It's so cold... Even if there were any demons around to soak in the hot spring,

The water wouldn't warm them up at all...)

Tougen: (I should warm it up before it gets any colder.)

Tougen: ...Hh!

Tougen: (...What's that sound?)

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Tougen: (An avalanche...!!)

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Tougen: (...Cold...)

(My body's getting cold...)

(I'm freezing and I can't move...)

(Someone... save me...)

(Someone...)

Tougen: ...Hh...!

Tougen: ...e....

Tougen: ...ul...

Tougen: So...one...

(Help me...)

Tougen: He...

(Someone...)

Tougen: elp... me...

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Tougen: H...

Tougen: ..e...

Tougen: ...

Tougen: ...e....

Tougen: ----

(This faint voice of mine... won't be able to reach anyone...)

Tougen: ...

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Sakae: So you were the one with that soft voice.

Tougen: .......

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Sakae: (panting)

Sakae: Don't disappear...

Tougen: (nods)

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Kowaku: Sakae-sama pulled Tougen out of the snow and took off his black clothing for her.

By the time morning broke, Tougen's body had been warmed back up...

Kowaku: It seems she's never forgotten Sakae-sama since that day...

Fufu... What a pure maiden...

Abeno&Ashiya: ......

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Tougen: ...?

Kowaku: Hm, what's wrong? You seem pretty surprised?

Ashiya: Uhh... How do I put this...

It didn't really match the image of Sakae I have in my head...

Tougen: ?

Ashiya: (How could the same person who used his influence to seal and erase demons,

Worry about a demon's condition, come to save them, and encourage them by saying "Don't disappear"?)

Ashiya: .......

Ashiya: (It's like a totally different person.)

Yahiko: ?

Okina: (Ashiya-dono!) Hairball-kun ended up getting light-hearted...

Ashiya: Fuzzy!

Abeno: He looks like he's melting.

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Ashiya: How is this, Fuzzy? Cool enough for you?

(Abeno: About the Underworld...)

(Kowaku: Neither Tougen nor I will go.)

Okina: Yes... My back feels lighter now, and the pain has disappeared.

Yahiko: You're all better, so play with me!

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Tougen: (Ashiya...)

Tougen: (...Hanae...)

Tougen: (A different "Ashiya" than that person...)

Tougen: (But even knowing that...)

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Tougen: ...

Tougen: ...ashia...

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Ashiya: Yes?

Tougen: ...Hh?!

Ashiya: ...?

(Abeno: Kowaku-dono... If you change your mind about going to the Underworld, simply call for me.)

(Kowaku: I understand, Abeno-san. Hey... why don't try letting me possess you?)

Ashiya: ...Huh?

Ashiya: Didn't someone call my name just now?

(Ashiya: I thought it was Abeno-san, but he's in the middle of talking...)

Okina: No? No one called you.

Ashiya: Did I mishear...?

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Tougen: ......

Tougen: (He can hear... my voice...)

[My soft voice that no one else notices...]

[That's another way he resembles Ashiya-sama...]

Yahiko: Hot!!

(Ashiya: It's boiling?!)

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Yahiko: Hey, Okina! Is my massage good?

Okina: You're doing very well. It's heavenly...

Okina: My long-waited hot spring cure... I think I'll relax and spend two or three days here.

How about staying with me, Yahiko?

Yahiko: I'll relax while helping you, Okina!

(Okina: Yahiko, if you could massage my right shoulder more...)

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Abeno: With that...

Please allow us to take our leave.

Kowaku: Come back again sometime.

Kowaku: Also,

Ashiya-sama.

Kowaku: If you could tell your father,

"Sakae-sama saved me, so I'll continue to take good care of myself."

Please convey that for Tougen.

Ashiya: !

Ashiya: ......

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Ashiya: ......

Ashiya: I understand, I'll let him know!

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[A demon that Sakae saved in the snow, telling "Don't disappear."]

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Ashiya: Not even in my wildest dreams did I think Sakae would do something like that for a demon.

Abeno: Huh?

Ashiya: I mean...

Ashiya: Up til now, I've had a pretty strong negative impression of him.

I thought he had a cold-hearted personality.

Ashiya: It was kinda... unexpected.

Abeno: ......

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Ashiya: Ah, I get it... The Sakae Tougen-san saw was actually Aoi transformed, I bet.

What d'you think, Abeno-san?

Abeno: (He's talking casually suddenly...)

Abeno: You might think so, but...

Abeno: If it was actually Aoi,

Tougen-dono wouldn't have mistaken your aura or scent for Sakae's.

Ashiya: If true... Then, it'd really be the real Sakae...

Abeno: I'm not surprised that Sakae did those things for a demon.

In all the information I've seen, that was proper behavior for an employee...

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Ashiya: That's right! Sakae was an employee of the Mononokean!!

Ashiya: As its employee, his normal duties are about going to help out demons!

If it were Abeno-san, you would also dig her out of the snow, wouldn't you!

Abeno: (He's back to his normal way of speaking...)

(I guess he's not as bad of a guy as I thought...)

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(If he's not evil)

(Then why did he...)

(Use his influence to attack demons?)

#fukigen na mononokean #fukigen na mononokean translation #fukigen na mononokean chapter 68 #fukigen na mononokean 68 #The Morose Mononokean #manga translation

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strawberriestyles · 7 years

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Miss Yeh

Harry X Reader: Smut

In which Harry has been deprived for too long.

Request? No

“’M losing my fuckin’ mind.”

“Don’t be so dramatic, Harry.”

“’M not, am I?” He glares at you, lips turned down deeply at the corners, voice rising in offense. “’S been nearly three weeks since I got to touch yeh.”

“You know why.” Your voice has softened some. You know what he means. The weeks of limited interaction have been equally torturous for you. But there’s a reasonable cause, and you really don’t want to get him into trouble.

“Yeah, I know,” he huffs, leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms. “Doesn’ mean I like it.”

Being in L.A. is usually a fun time, except for the lack of privacy. The two of you get to do everything together, besides show affection in any sort of way. Management is strict. No kissing, no hand-holding, no loving looks, you’re not even allowed to walk with less than three feet between you. Everything is calculated, and all of your interactions are policed.

Harry’s fingers skim the back of your hand, pulling you from your thoughts and making you jerk your arm back.

“Harry, stop.”

“I jus’ wan’ to hold my girl’s hand!” He groans frustratedly and rubs his palms over his face, rings clinking together.

Your skin tingles from his touch, however brief it was. It’s always surprised you that you’re the one to remind him of the rules. Neither of you want any broken-hearted fans. He doesn’t want to hurt a single one of them, he just forgets how much damage knowledge of your relationship could do. The lack of touch is a necessary evil, but that doesn’t make it any less difficult.

“I know, I know,” you whisper, gnawing on the corner of your lip. “I’m sorry.”

The two of you are at a table in a cafe, positioned strategically by the window so as not to raise suspicions. A quick glance outside reveals discreet cameras across the street. For the purpose of the media, you and Harry are close friends. A lot of the time, you’re accompanied by another one or two people when out in public. Today was a little more private, but it’s nothing like being in England, in places where paparazzi won’t broadcast all your business to the globe.

“I jus’ miss yeh,” Harry mumbles, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the table. “Wanna go back home.”

“I miss you, too.” Your lips twitch briefly while you tear apart the scraps of your panini. Words are the most intimate you can be in public.

“Got an idea,” he says after a few moments of silence. His eyes are boring into you when you glance up, bright green and shining with mischief. “But yeh gotta play along.”

“Okay?” you reply hesitantly, eyebrows raising suspiciously.

“’M sorry, love.”

“Sorry for what?”

Harry’s hands slide across the table and by the time you realize what’s happening, frigid iced tea is already soaking into your jeans.

“Harry!” you gasp, your chair squealing against the tiled floor as you push yourself to your feet. Harry rises on the other side of the table and feigns a look of surprise as you glare knowingly at him. The only two other people in the room glance uneasily at you both.

“Think maybe you shoul’ clean up in the bathroom?” Harry raises a single eyebrow at you, a dimple appearing shallowly as one eye drops into a wink.

“Yeah, I guess.” You roll your eyes discreetly as you make your way toward the restroom. Your lips, however, quirk into a smile that you have to conceal with a rough bite to your bottom lip as you round the corner into a private hallway.

The room smells of lavender when you lock the door behind you. Fancy wallpaper and decorative ornaments line the walls. You begin peeling your jeans off, cringing at the stick of sugary tea on your skin. You dampen a soft towel and lay your pants on the edge of the sink, beginning to dab at the stain, waiting for Harry to play out the next phase of his plan. A glance in the mirror reflects a smiling face back to you, cheeks tinged with happy color.

“Everythin’ all right in there?” Harry knocks gently on the door, and you can hear the smirk in his voice. “Yeh need some ‘elp?”

“No, I think I’m okay,” you reply, grinning when you hear his soft chuckle.

“Let me in, sweethear’,” he says quietly, jiggling the doorknob. “Please.”

You unlock the door and crack it open a few inches, leaning against the frame.

“Sorry, I don’t think I can let you in. I took my pants off.” Harry grins and leans against his side of the doorway.

“Y/N, love, ’m already getting hard jus’ thinking abou’ touching yeh.” He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and nudges the door. “Don’ make me wait any longer.”

You take a single step back and Harry flies through the door, locking it quickly behind him before his fingers are digging into your hips, mouth working fiercely against your own. A moan slips from your lips, surprising the both of you. It feels amazing to have his hands on you, to taste the familiar flavor of his mouth.

“Been aching fo’ yeh fo’ days, baby.” His mouth is roaming your neck, curls tickling your cheek while he nips at your skin. “Have yeh been aching fo’ me?”

“Yes,” you breathe out, gasping as he hikes you up against the wall, pulling your thighs tightly around his waist. The close proximity is utterly intoxicating. You haven’t been able to take in his scent for weeks the way you can now, and all you want is for it to suffocate you.

“Yeh wan’ my cock, love?” Harry rolls his hips roughly against yours and chokes on his own breath. He grits his teeth, dropping his forehead to your collarbone. “Tell me, Y/N.”

“Yes, yes,” you confess, tugging at the roots of his hair. He releases a guttural moan that has you squirming against the wall. “Want you to fuck me, Harry. Please, fuck me.”

His hands fall away from your skin, leaving scorching imprints. You feel him shifting and hear the jingle of his belt, the unzipping of his jeans. When you glance down he’s tugging his boxers down his legs. You feel the stickiness of precome when the head of his cock bumps against your inner thigh. Harry hisses and your lips part at the sight of him.

“Bloody-” he mumbles under his breath. “Hurts.”

You’re not surprised. The head is screaming scarlet, veins protruding along his length. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him this hard, this deprived. You reach down and give him a gentle pull before he smacks your hand away, bearing his teeth.

“Jus’ need teh be inside yeh,” he chides, voice raspy and raw. Sweat is beading along his hairline, even with the lack of exertion.

“Then get inside me,” you whisper, brushing your lips over the shell of his ear. His hips shift forward of their own accord and he slides messily in the bend of your thigh.

“Fuck,” he groans, wincing at the rough edge of your underwear. His fingers fumble with the material for a few moments while he curses before he’s able to bunch your panties up to the side. Then the length of him rubs between your folds, a delicious pressure over where you need him.

“Christ, you’re drippin’,” he comments, gripping the base of his cock and pressing the head against your entrance. You swallow a gasp at the initial stretch of him, fingers falling to bunch up in the collar on the back of his shirt. He wheezes as he presses further forward. “Take me so well, love.”

“H-Harry.” You wince and press your fingers firmly into his chest, head popping back against the wall.

“’S wrong, love?” He squeezes your thighs, nose nudging at the line of your jaw. His voice is weak, chest fighting against the pressure of your hands.

“It burns,” you whisper, teeth gnawing on your bottom lip. “Been a while.”

Harry groans against your cheek, lips prodding your skin as he leaves a trail of soft kisses to your mouth.

“Know it has.” He slots his lips over yours, delivering short, wet pecks between sighs. “Fuckin’ know. Tell me when yeh feel okay.”

You hum against his mouth before drawing your lips open to deepen the kiss briefly. Harry chokes and inhales sharply when you slip down further onto him.

“Christ,” he breathes, pulling back to look into your face. His eyes are wild, lips parted and swollen, face flushed. You press your hips toward him and his teeth clench. “Yeh good, then?”

“Fuck me, Harry,” you answer, fingers sliding back into his hair and tugging roughly.

“Fer fuck’s-”

It’s your turn to gasp when he surges forward until he’s pressed up tightly inside of you. Harry lets out a pornographic moan and then draws back, adjusting the angle of his hips and then thrusting back into you. You’re squeezed tightly between his searing torso and the wall.

“’S this what yeh wanted, pet?”

You nod quickly, whining when he presses especially deep. Your eyes squeeze shut.

“Harder,” you plead, pulling his face closer to yours. It’s been torturous to keep your distance, and now that you’v got the opportunity to connect the way you’ve been craving, you’re greedy. “Please, Harry.”

He grunts as he complies with your request, forehead creasing in concentration. His fingers grip into the flesh of your thighs as he fucks you into the wall. Your lower back aches against the solid surface of the wall.

“Look so pretty like this,” he compliments between tight teeth. His lips lock desperately with yours, but only for a moment before he pulls away to watch you again.

A sob escapes from your throat, both at the loss of his lips and the accuracy of his thrusts.

“There!”

Harry grinds his hips up into the same spot, reveling in the desperate sounds you release.

“Close, pet?” A hand snakes between your bodies, prodding and pinching at your sensitive clit. “Gonna come on me?” His hips have become sloppy, his voice far less confident than his words. “Need yeh to come.”

Your head slams back into the wall and your mouth falls open as your gut tightens, fingers closing tightly around Harry’s damp locks. He watches your face as you come undone, your lips shaking around gasps of his name. It’s only moments before his own abdomen clenches and he’s emptying rope upon rope of hot come inside of you. His face screws up and he drops his head forward into the crook of your neck, warm breath puffing against your skin.

“God, missed yeh so much,” he mumbles, fingers smoothing up your thighs and over your hips. You swallow down a groan and leave a wet kiss on his cheek.

“Missed you,” you concur, fingers working through a tangle in his hair.

Harry slides his softening self from you a few moments later, pecking your neck once and setting your feet gently on the ground. You let out a strained breath when you feel him dripping down the insides of your thighs.

“Christ,” he groans as he looks down. “’S a fuckin’ sight.”

He looks heavenly, face flushed, lips red, eyes fluttering. He glances up at you and brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, pressing a soft kiss to your sweaty forehead.

“Could always jus’ stay here,” he whispers.

“We’re not living in a bathroom.” You laugh and shove him away from you, admiring the goofy grin on his face, so much more relaxed than it had been before lunch.

“Was jus’ an idea,” he admits with a chuckle of his own, reaching for a cloth.

“Let’s get yeh cleaned up, love.”

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deltadoodle · 7 years

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Hey! Sorry I haven't been active here lately, school started again :(

Anyways, this is a Oneshot one-shot I wrote some time ago. If anyone is interested, check it out!

Oneshot by @nightmargin, @girakacheezer, @elizavq !

For those who don't want to click the link, the story is down below :) ((Warning, pretty long!))

A/N: Possible trigger warnings – mention of blood, possible character death. (angst, tragedy)

Disclaimer: the game Oneshot and any characters/dialogue you recognize belong to the creators of Oneshot.

Total words: 2,179

Summary: The player makes one fatal mistake, and has to face the consequences.

**In this story world, the player (‘Delta’) is able to communicate with Niko at all times via typing what they want to say. This is their second non-Solstice playthrough. Hope you enjoy!**

I sat in front of my laptop, staring at an icon shaped like a lightbulb. ‘What to do, what to do…’ I thought. A few days ago, I had completed one playthrough of the Steam game named Oneshot. I had guided a cat-but-not-a-cat character called Niko through a doomed world in a mission to restore the sun. I was pleasantly surprised to see that I could interact with Niko directly by typing to them, and they responded to my words. I was apparently a ‘god’ in that world, too. I got really attached to Niko during the journey…but in the end, I had to make a tough decision. To save the world at the cost of Niko never going home, or to save one life at the expense of an entire world? When Niko looked at me and asked for guidance, I was torn between the choices for a long time, until I eventually chose to save the world by placing the lightbulb in the Tower.

Now, three days after reading the final note from the Author, I was considering doing another playthrough. I had saved the world, but I wanted to see the ending where Niko went home. Niko felt…too real to me. They really seemed like a real, alive person. I kept wondering whether I made the right decision. Was it really right to condemn an innocent child to an unknown fate in an unknown land to save a world that was, according to ‘the Entity’, just a simulation?

‘That’s it,’ I thought. ‘I’m going back and saving Niko. Maybe I’ll be able to see some new dialogue, and there might even be different scenes!’

“Well, here goes nothing,” I said aloud as I dragged the file named ‘oneshot_save1(??)’ into the trash bin. I went back to the desktop.

Click.

***

The second time over, everything seemed pretty much the same, except for the fact that Niko seemed to remember my name. They called out the name when they first woke up in the dark house, even before they met Prophetbot. But apart from those few moments, I progressed with Niko just like before.

***

"A metal safe. Seems like it’s locked with a 6-digit code. I don't…remember seeing any 6-digit codes. Do you, Delta?"

Niko's wide yellow eyes stared back at me through the monitor. They were in the Barrens, in front of the locked metal box on top of the cliffs. ‘Of course!’ I typed. I had already restored the power and talked to the computer, although I already knew where to find the code. I found the document.oneshot file and opened it.

“Dear Delta…yeah yeah, I know…oh, here it is! 'The code you need is...'" I squinted. "I can't make anything out! Aren’t there supposed to be numbers here?" The spot where I assumed the code to the safe was supposed to be was unreadable, and I couldn't make out any numbers. "But then, what's the code? Is it what’s supposed to happen in the second playthrough? Or maybe it's another puzzle…" But no matter how hard I tried to decipher the code or find some kind of pattern in the rest of the message, I couldn't figure out anything.

I turned my attention back to the game window. Niko was still staring back patiently. I typed back a response. ‘No...I'm sorry Niko, I thought I had the code, but I can't find it anywhere! Maybe we should look around some more.’ Niko, to my relief, didn't seem too disappointed in me. "Okay!" They replied. "Let's go back to Prophetbot, maybe he knows something! Or maybe the robot lady does!" I had to smile at Niko's optimism and enthusiasm as we turned away from the metal box.

But no matter how long we searched, talked with the robots, or consulted the computer, we couldn't find anything related to a six-digit number. The computer had told me quite condescendingly to go look in the DOCUMENTS folder, which I already had. I was beginning to suspect that something had gone wrong. Maybe it was a bug?

"Niko?" I asked after too much time had passed with us going in circles. Niko stopped and turned towards me. "Hm?"

"Maybe...maybe we should continue without opening the box."

Niko was silent for a few moments. "Then where should we go, Delta?" They asked. I thought of where we hadn't been yet. Only one place came to mind.

"Niko, I think you'll have to go through the place with the bad air. You know, the one where you said it hurts to breathe?"

Niko looked startled. "But...won't it be dangerous?" They suddenly looked apologetic. "I, I mean...it's not that I don't believe you, Delta, it's just that it hurts my throat when I go there."

I bit my lower lip. I knew it was a bad idea to make Niko go through the gaseous area, last time Niko had a gas mask to protect them but this time they didn’t. But I had been wandering around the small patch of the Barrens for several hours, and I was getting bored and tired of getting nowhere. Clamping down on my instincts telling me that this was a bad idea, I started typing.

‘I know, and I'm sorry...for being the god of this world but not being able to do much for you. But Niko, please trust me. If you go quickly through that area and hold in your breath as long as possible, you should be able to reach a safe place.’ I hesitated, then added, ‘and I'm sure the air isn't THAT dangerous, it's just a little different and uncomfortable, but I'm positive it wouldn't hurt you badly.’ I hope. I added mentally.

Niko's yellow cat eyes looked back at me, a little unsure but determined. "Of course I trust you! I'm sure you wouldn't let me get hurt, Delta!" They smiled, and a twinge of guilt flashed across my chest. I quickly squashed it. ‘For progress’, I thought. ‘And Niko's just a video game character, it doesn't matter too much…’ I tried to convince myself, but the uneasiness remained.

***

Niko coughed. “Delta,” they rasped out. “It hurts to breathe…” I closed my eyes briefly, berating myself for making this stupid decision. Niko had been walking for a couple of minutes in the noxious fumes. I didn’t remember the walk being this long, but the gas pumping out from the vents obscured our vision so we bumped into quite a few dead ends. At first, Niko had tried holding their breath in, but they eventually had to breathe in. They had begun coughing immediately and their eyes had teared up.

“It’s not too far away, Niko! Can you run? Or walk faster?” I typed quickly.

“Y-yeah, I can t-try to-“ Niko suddenly burst into another bout of coughing. I was feeling really worried now; Niko’s coughs were getting more frequent and more violent. I remembered there being a dormitory area just a few meters away, although the thick smoke made it impossible to see too far away. I vaguely recalled an infirmary being there. I hoped that the robots there had a cure for the noxious gas. Accidents involving workers inhaling the poisonous stuff would have been common in the Barrens, right?

After a few more agonizing seconds that seemed to stretch on for hours, the game window suddenly cleared of the white gas and Niko emerged into the dormitory area. Niko sank down on their knees, heaving in deep breaths of clean air and occasionally coughing loudly, doubled over and clutching their stomach. They seemed so…frail. I felt dread rising up, cloying my mind not unlike the poisonous fumes.

‘Niko!’ I typed out urgently. They raised their head weakly. “Niko, I know you’re tired, but you NEED to go to the infirmary! It’s just a few more steps, PLEASE Niko!” They slowly rose to their feet. “O…ok-k-ay.” They stuttered.

Crunch.

I held down the arrow key and watched as Niko took one painful step after the other, the sound of their footsteps on the gravelly floor the only sound echoing in the silence. After what seemed like an eternity, I spotted a building with a blue neon sign of a cross. The infirmary! Niko seemed to have spotted it too, and was now walking a little faster.

As soon as they passed the threshold, the strength seemed to leave them, and they collapsed on the cold metal floor. One of the infirmary robots rushed over.

[EMERGENCY! EMERGENCY!] It beeped. [PERSON OF ORGANIC MAKEUP IN CRITICAL CONDITION! SCANNING FOR INJURIES…] I held my breath, hoping for the best.

[…]

[SCAN COMPLETE]

[INJURIES DETECTED: MULTIPLE]

[CAUSE OF INJURY: PROLONGED EXPOSURE TO GAS FROM THE VENTS]

[TYPE OF INJURY: INTERNAL INJURIES OF LUNGS, HEART, NOSE, THROAT, STOMACH, AND OTHER MAJOR ORGANS]

[CURRENT CONDITION: CRITICAL. IMMEDIATE MEDICAL ATTENTION NEEDED.]

[TREATMENT REQUIRED: IMMEDIATE ADMINISTRATION OF VENT GAS ANTIDOTE]

I felt hope rise in my chest. There was a cure!

[…]

“Well, what are you waiting for!!” I said aloud. “Give Niko the medicine already!”

The robot made a whirring noise, then spoke.

[TREATMENT STATUS: UNAVAILABLE]

“Unavailable!” I exclaimed. “What do you mean, unavailable?”

‘Niko,’ I typed, my hands shaking. ‘Can…can you ask the robot what it means?’ Niko picked themselves up slightly, their face scrunching up in pain. “W-what do y-y-ou mean? Can you h-e-e-elp me?” All of their energy spent, they slid back down to the floor. They lay there and didn’t move.

[ALL USABLE MEDICINE AND MEDICAL TOOLS WERE TAKEN AWAY WHEN EVERYONE EVACUATED THE BARRENS. THERE IS NO AVAILABLE ANTIDOTE REMAINING HERE.]

[…I AM SORRY. A ROBOT WILL ESCORT YOU TO A BED.]

A bigger robot came out from the left hallway towards Niko. It knelt down beside them and gently picked up their still form. They walked with Niko in its big hands through the left corridor and into a room I had never seen before. I no longer had control over the game; I was now just an observer, watching helplessly as the consequences of my rash decision played out. Everything was out of my hands.

Niko was gently put down on a bed. They sunk into the soft mattress, and stirred slightly, curling up on their side. ‘Niko…?’ I typed haltingly. ‘Are you okay?’ Niko coughed yet again, and I was horrified to see their signature blue scarf now stained with several dark red splotches.

“I’ll-cough-I’ll be f-fine, Delta. D-don-t worry about me. I’ll just cat-tch a short nap and-“ More coughing. More red. ‘Shhh, stop talking Niko. Just…just rest. You’ll be fine.’

Niko rolled onto their back. Their luminous yellow eyes stared up, up through the monitor, into my own black orbs. “Am…am I going to d-die, Delta?” I put my head in my hands, eyes clenched shut tightly. I couldn’t bear to look into those wide, innocent eyes, those eyes that were slowly losing its brightness…all because of…….

…me.

“Delta?” A weak voice caught my attention. “Delt-t-a! Don’t l-leave me now. Please….t-talk to me?” I took in a deep, steadying breath, then turned my attention back to the keyboard. “Yeah. I’m here. I’ll always be here for you. I’m sorry Niko, I’m so, SO sorry.” Niko jerkily shook their head. “N-not your f-f-fault. I wanted to go t-t-to. Don’t blame yourself, please?” I didn’t reply, a few drops of tears finally rolling down my cheeks despite me furiously repeating the internal mantra it’s just a game, it’s just a game, it’s just a game…

“Delta…I feel sleepy…” Niko murmured. I looked at the screen. Their eyes were closing, and although they were trying to keep them open, I could tell that it was taking a huge toll on them to stay conscious. “I want to go home, Delta…” I reached out to the monitor towards Niko, hoping vainly that I could grab Niko through the display and pull them through to safety. They looked so small and helpless…

“You will go home Niko. Just close your eyes, and rest. You’ll get to see your mom again, and the wheat fields, and the village…” I whispered as I typed out the message. I saw Niko’s mouth turn up in a small smile. Their eyes slid closed. “Mom…” They sighed out.

And didn’t breathe in.

“N-niko?” I stared at the small child lying alone on a bed, in an abandoned building in an abandoned land. I couldn’t take in the fact that Niko was…

Ding!

I jumped in surprise and yelped as an error message popped up.

{ YOU. }

It read.

Another message appeared.

{ You. Killed. Niko. }

I felt cold.

{ You came back…just to do THIS??? }

{ … }

{ I hope you are proud of yourself. }

{ …you murderer. }

The game window, and all the error messages, disappeared.

That was how my mother found me a couple of hours later, staring blankly at the laptop. I didn’t answer when she asked why my desktop wallpaper was a broken lightbulb and a bloody blue scarf.

#oneshot #oneshot fanfiction #oneshot one-shot

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lamiaward · 7 years

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When supervillains risk their lives for superheroes

I don’t own OUAT.

Summary: Henry is determined to save his mom- who is a supervillain. You have to applaud the kid for his intent, but perhaps the execution of ‘operation save mom’ isn’t really that great. Namely, trying to make his mom fall in love with superhero ‘The Orphan’ aka Emma Swan.

warnings: apart from some brief mentions of injuries, I don’t think any warnings apply.

Emma immediately stumbles towards him, and he really wants to ask whether the gun she is holding in a slightly trembling hand has the safety pin on (please don’t accidentally shoot anyone Emma. Your hands are trembling)but it only makes his mind get stuck at the blood at her hands, not shutting up, giving him all these horrible options- what could have happened, to Emma, to mom- what they could do now, what they already did, how his mom was-

Ruby leans forward at the same moment Emma reaches him, squatting in front of him with her free( there is blood there too and- … I don’t want to se- heroes can stomach this, stomach it. Heroes always look, and they never throw up) hand hovering above him. He tries to tell them ‘look after mom, not me’ but his voice cracks horribly, and is as infuriatingly feeble as his body feels.

“ kid. Henry. Who hurt you? “.

Emma sounds so very concerned, and the fact that she is focusing on him when he does not have gashes or bruised knuckles or a look that is so very wrong- it just enforces his belief, proves how she is a hero and good. He manages to choke out “ h-elp”

He breaks down even more, unable to keep his voice from breaking and he clutches his hands and tries to force them back – he does, really- but mom is hurt, mom is in danger and Emma is hurt and has this horrible look in her eyes he doesn’t even know what to make off and it all hurts.

“Shit, don’t – listen, whatever happened, it will be okay. I am not just doing that dumb thing where someone tells you that to stop crying, I am actually promising it okay? Really. Promise”.

He is still crying, but he manages a weak smile as well. Emma is still squatting, and he nearly starts crying harder again when he sees her eyes are wet as well. The hurt only lessens when he doesn’t see those tears anymore , when there is a small groan behind him and Emma looks at mom at the same time that he grabs his mom’s hand.

She doesn’t even needs his strangled “mom” to know who it is.

[His mom used to call Emma ‘idiot’ a lot. At the worst times, it was an insult. During the good times, it was an endearment. He heard them fight once, and Emma really quietly said people always assume she is stupid. Mom didn’t really say anything, but she changed her endearment-insult to klutz]

Thing is , Emma is smart. Maybe not smart like mom, who could probably partake in a chess championship and speaks several languages and is seriously, freakishly amazing at chemistry. But Emma is smart. Emma can read people pretty well, and she thinks fast, and even with somewhat limited vocabulary- she does manage to properly explain and argue her opinions. People underestimate her intelligence too much. He wouldn’t, not after the first couple of times he was stupid to think her misspelling things or not knowing basic things he knew, meant she wasn’t really very smart.

Which is why he isn’t surprised when she immediately gasps and her eyes widen with recognition and like a billion other things. “ Regina?”

He glances at his mom; she is awake and she looks terrified. She is trying to hide it, but he can usually read her really well and emotion this big cannot be hidden. Or maybe it is the pain and exhaustion. Whatever it is, he can easily see his mom’s fear and pain as she looks at Emma and hear it as she fails to make her voice indifferent and it instead comes out soft and nearly hesitant “ Miss Swan”.

“ Regina”

“ Are you continuing to waste my time by repeating my- “ his mom’s voice is cut off, she squeezes her eyes shut and there are shivers going through her. The vein in her head is throbbing like it only does when she is furious or has a really bad headache. When her eyes open they’re that weird purple again, except – were they this particular shade before? And what is that on mom’s skin-

He is just leaning forward when Emma stands up. She has that weird look again, the one she had that time in the kitchen, when mom had been vengeful and wrong and he had apparently said the worst thing he could. It makes him tense, just for a moment, before she sighs and crawls onto the bed. She scoots forwards, rolls his eyes when mom gasps out “boots off” then mutters something.

He sags against mom- Emma is here, she can help mom- and looks at Ruby so he won’t have to think about impossibilities like mom dyi mom’s injuries or things that makes his head hurt like mom was bad but she saved Emma, is that enough? . Looking at Ruby is safe. Looking at Ruby is painless.

.. It is also kind of funny, actually.

She breaths in really deeply, opens her mouth like she is going to yell, then closes it again. Her eyes are insanely wide, and she stares a lot. At mom. At Emma. At him. Finally, she just throws her hands in the air and marches away “ The freaking evil queen. I am going to guard this house. Away from the goddamn evil queen and her – apparently friend- the Orphan ” and she slams the door shut.

He manages a weak smile, then looks at his mom again. He has to force himself to not look away, and even telling himself ‘she hurt people more than she is hurt herself now’ or that ‘she saved someone’ isn’t enough to make his breaths normal again and the nausea stop as he sees the dried blood and the gashes and the way she can’t hide how every breath hurts so much.

Emma’s fingers touch his mom very gentle and she slowly opens her eyes. “You were not supposed to discover” she says, sounding so exhausted.

“ What? That you have psycho- “ Emma glances at him and amends “ .. have been a jerk to people?”.

“ Not you personally”.

Emma laughs. He stiffens and it is ridiculous but for a moment- for a moment, he is almost frightened. He grabs his mom’s hand, squeezes it – Emma is a hero, don’t be ridiculous- and tries to convince himself it is just because she used to do that for him, when he was little and had to get a vaccination.

“ Oh so what? That is supposed to make it better”.

He squeezes his mom’s hand harder, like that will keep her from slipping into unconsciousness. “You were collateral damage” she slurs.

“ I don’t even really care. Kind of more concerned with- “ she glances at him again, then mutters “ whatever”.

He swallows when his mom hisses “be gentle” as Emma yanks her weird dress half down so she can press her hand to the injuries there. “ Seriously?” Emma growls, but her hands do actually gentle. And mom is mom, so of course that makes her smirk a little. Emma glares at her and mom breathes in sharply before staring at where Emma’s fingers are digging slightly into her skin.

The silence after that makes him bite his tongue, trying not to start babbling nervously. Fortunately, Emma speaks after several minutes of mom’s stuttering breathing and Emma’s own kind of angry one. “ Why did you do it?”.

“ Specify, please”.

Emma stalls her hands, looks at mom. She shrugs. “ I suppose I could be referring to a lot of shitty things, huh? “ she presses her fingers to mom’s wrist- there is no bruise or gash or anything, so he fears it might be a broken bone- then keeps her eyes focused on that spot as she continues to talk. “But that’s not what I care about right now”.

She looks up, mom stares back at her. “ Why did you fight her. F-for – “ Emma swallows, then raises her head. “ For me?”.

He wants to scream at mom when he recognizes what she is going to do. She is going to lie. She is going to fake indifference. She is going to goad, probably. She is going to ruin everything. Except she doesn’t. She squeezes his hand, he relaxes and she sighs. “ Henry loves you. He is an affectionate boy, so that does not surprise me. But you- you are different from the many people my son loves. I honestly believe that your loss would devastate him”.

“ And anyone’s else’s, wouldn’t?”.

“ Not like yours. And I – “ come on mom, you’re doing so good, please tell her you like her too. I know you do. He squeezes her hand, she squeezes back. “ I suppose I do not loathe you”.

The tightness in his chest, where biology lessons taught him his lungs are, lessens as Emma slowly starts to smile. His mom starts to say something and they probably should all be glad she seems to forget all about speaking for a moment when Emma reaches for her face at that moment.

[he suddenly realizes, people touch his mother so rarely. There are no casual hugs , or people like Ruby to squeeze mom’s shoulder briefly or nice teachers that kneel down next to mom to tell her they’re always available if she needs help. People do not even dare to get near mom, usually]

He can hear the interval in his mom’s breathing, how it stops for a moment before getting quicker quicker quicker. Emma probably notices too, but she knows mom enough to not mention it. She just gently pulls mom’s face towards hers for a moment, squeezes her eyes closed for a moment. The gash on mom’s cheek slowly closes, and the scar is only visible for a second before it fades too.

“Thank you” it is soft. And sort of reluctant. But mom almost never thanks people (apart from him, of course)

Emma nods. “ You’re welcome. Just- “ mom’s head nearly hits the wall as she rears it back, mouth a little open with indignation as Emma spits on her hand and tries to rub it on mom’s cheek. “ What the hell do you think you’re doing?” wow, mom is actually upset enough to swear in front of him.

“ It is not poison, Regina, so relax. There is still like dried blood on your cheek and your powers seem to be all wonky so if the wound opens aga-“

“ There is not even an injury left. And I most certainly do not want your saliva near my face”.

There is a really odd moment where Emma just stares at his mom, looking on the verge of saying something and mom leans forward until he is starting to get ready to jump off the bed and run because he kind of knows what happens when adults get that close to each other-

Then Emma slowly pulls away and mom’s hand drops.

“ Sure, miss prissy”

“ Get your filthy boots off my bed” mom retorts.

“ Why do you even think they’re filthy?”.

“ Are you suffering from amnesia, dear? Or was it your identical twin that nearly got herself killed in the middle of the Inperatrix’s territory “.

“ Oh right. The mud with all the cannibalistic and super creepy plants”.

“ I am not actually certain whether it was mud” Emma glares at mom when she arches her eyebrow and says “although I remember quite clearly a certain inelegant person miscalculating, jumping too far and falling headfirst into a foul substance”.

Emma shudders. “ That stuff was horrible. Did you know it- “.

“ Depletes your talents?” Emma’s smile vanishes abruptly when mom adds “ Yes. I am – I am quite aware of that” then mom frowns and looks where Emma’s hand is on her bicep. It squeezes once before Emma lets go. “ I will get you some water or whatever. Uh- I think your wards are bound to you?”.

“ Partly. They are mostly independent however”.

Emma nods like any of that makes sense, then leaves after sending him a quick smile. As soon as he hears her thunder down the stairs, he asks mom “ what does that mean, that the wards are independent? “ he frowns. “ And how do the wards work? Do they keep anyone with certain powers outside or do they reject people on other bases? “.

“ They are more focused on who they will allow entry, than who they will reject. Right now, they will allow you, Emma, Henry and Kathryn to enter. Ruby can enter, but they hide certain parts for her. And usually, they would stop if she attempted to use her powers her. Anyone who enters without permission, will lose consciousness”.

“ Oh. And the independence thing? “.

His mom hesitates, then admits “ Half of the wards derive their power from my – well, not soul but life force I suppose. If I were to die- or when my talents are weakened- the wards’ strength diminishes”.

He swallows. She actually said the word ‘die’. She can’t- “you are not, though. Right. You can’t- “.

“ Oh Carino “she whispers as he suddenly throws his arms around her waist and hugs her. “ No me dejes, mami. No me dejes” he whispers back. The way he is trembling is only lessened by his mom careful hand and her impassioned “ Jamás, mi Corazon”

He swallows. He wants to believe her. He wants to be certain she will never leave, that she will always be there to read comics with him and smile and nag about stuff he has left on the stairs or wherever. He squeezes his eyes shut at the thought that someone might still take her from him.

Now that she saves people instead of hurting them, am I allowed to wish her to never leave?

He slowly starts to feel less like that one time when he was like five and mom was late picking him up so he broke down and couldn’t stop crying anymore. He strains his ears to hear his mom’s heartbeat, still shocked and panicked by the implication of what Ruby had asked earlier.

“ Mom?”.

“ Yes , mijo ? «

« What were Emma and Ruby talking about ?”.

“ I am not sure-“

“ Mom. You always talk about the importance of knowledge”.

“ It is not- Henry, it will hurt you”

“ I won’t run again” he says. He means it. He believes in mom. She saved Emma, that must mean something. Besides, he thinks she needs him. And maybe he is a bad person for wanting to help a villain but she is also – she is just mom, sometimes. Most times.

She eventually sighs and nods. “Miss Swan was referring to the Massacre of the Light. At least, that is the title used during your classes, correct?”.

He nods. They had not heard that much yet, but learning about superheroes was an important course. Everyone had super’s history, and some also had additional classes in case they wanted to become a sidekick, or it was suspected they had talents themselves. “ Why? What do you call it?”.

She smiles mirthlessly. “ The Massacre of the Dark”.

“ Oh. Because villains died?”.

Mom sniffs. “ They did not merely die. The fortunate ones died, most of them- “ she cuts herself off. “ Suffice to say, it was not just the oh-so-good heroes that were hurt”.

“But heroes don’t harm people- it is like their code, right?”.

“ You have many so-called heroes Henry. And very few of them will never harm people”.

“ But – they’re good”.

“ Good is a very relative term, mi- “ his mom tenses when he breaks away from her again, slightly angry. He feels like she is lying -or worse, manipulating him. But she is also hurt, and she saved Emma and surely she is getting better.

“ Henr-“.

“ So Emma was talking about that?”.

“ Yes. It were very dark times for both sides”.

He knew that much, even if his teacher never specified what exactly had happened. “ Oh. And Ruby?”.

“ Henry- “

“Mom- please don’t- don’t lie, okay? Or keep things from me” he bites his lip, hard enough that he tastes iron. “ it sucks a lot, when you get hurt and I don’t even k-know what happened”.

There is a sort of staring contest between them, the kind they also have when his mom insists he only eats ‘nutritious’ things that day. For once, he wins. It might be because she is still exhausted. “ the woman that hurt miss Swan- do you know what her talents are, Henry?”.

“ No, not really. She played like a major part in the massacre though, right?”.

“ Yes. Quite. She is very ambitious, very ruthless. Her speciality is heart manipulation- a dark talent, used to control and abuse and destroy a person. She is capable of much more than that however. Tapping, for example”.

“ Tapping?”.

“ Well, as you know- you usually should not be able to access another super’s talents. But Co- the Inperatrix has a very rare talent. She can access anyone’s talent, steal bits of it, twist it. It exerts her- and the stronger super’s can fight it- but it is still a very effective and horrendous talent”.

He vaguely remembers something now. “ But- that was outlawed, right? After the incident”.

“ Not incident. Calculated attack. But yes. It was. However, we are talking about a very dangerous woman here. Henry. Someone who does not care about laws, or ethics, or lives”.

“ She hurt you”.

“ Yes”.

“ She tried to hurt Emma”.

“Yes”

“ Why?”.

Mom’s smile is so very tired. “Because Emma is very special too. Perhaps more than she realizes herself”.

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Okay so the Inperatrix is Latin for ‘empress’ ( or should be, I am not fluent in Latin : ( I just typed in ‘empress in Latin’ in google and this is what a website told me ) If anyone has a better name than Inperatrix, please tell me but I kind of like it?

And I am starting to build the superheroes/supervillains universe more ehe. I have some ideas for it that I am pretty excited about, so possibly more of that next chapter.

I am also (unfortunately) not fluent in Spanish so I used sites like this:

http://multilingualbooks.com/wp/soundandvision/2013/08/29/spanis-proverb-and-quotes-english-translation/

http://www.spanishdict.com/answers/104001/how-do-you-say-never-in-spanish

http://www.spanishdict.com/answers/200032/how-do-you-say-dont-leave-me-

Site for the Latin translation for ‘empress’:

http://www.wordhippo.com/what-is/the/latin-word-for-ae7153ccff8a4ad4c2635bd366d284d5a7ec7ae3.html

#swan queen #operation save mom #superhero/supervillain au #regal believer

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throwingideasatthewall · 3 years

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Clone Wars Revival

(The actual episode)

(Is it just me or does the normal icon look weird

Might be,

Yes

Also no not the snake guy I was so attached to him! [Facetious,]

Ch-ao s-

[I mean yeah they did slaughter one village but in perspective that’s pretty damn lame, ]

(In terms of what enables care about, Try one of them, (Not actually)

(Also yeah Obi-won gets his ass kicked: Electric Boogaloo, and then gets called out for being the weakest bitch in the party,

My favorite remix)

Anyway,

Um, they murdered one village

Oh yeah what they did was heinous -especially the children But that was like one village out of the entire galaxy,

(In a misguided and relatively stupid attempt)

To summon Obi-Wan

Which worked

Because the above comment about him being the weakest bitch in the party (Including the most un-accountable- -)

Point being dudes making it sound like they did so much things that it’s worthy of galactic attention

When no

They did one thing

And the council sent Obi-Wan “Weakest bitch in the Party,” to handle it,

* this is gradually becoming his formal title , apologies,- - - (Also Obi- won spent that entire episode being carried by Ventress, )

Also, wait, when did this happen?

Aight,

Would’ve been nice to see,

But I’ll take it at Face value,

Ship,

Huh,

Not what I was expecting,

(Thought I’d be like a med station or something)

(Also wait that means we don’t get to see the awkward car ride with Ventress

Aw,)

Carry on,

W-hat,

(Also what side of these guys on because they look not Republic-

Poor droid

you got ‘em all confused and worried-

Tho-ughtful

A bunch of battle bot boys,

W-help

[and how quickly does this go wrong? ]

And why the bot guys?

They didn’t do shit to deserve this,

[besides being part of the mi-litary complex system,

Hey, a smart bot,

Good commu-n- ication- - - i-

W-help

Well they’re fecking dead - Close the door,

- ?

Did- he just kill Ventress?

Screw closing the door?

- O-h

W-h -elp- - Whel

A fun training exercise where they roughed up some robots

(Good for them,)

Kinda - Now

for an escape the room,

Also can you give him some emotion and energy behind that wreckage,

Ah,

The fuck... . is that expression? . (Can someone get this guy some steady emotion in the scene stat,?

)

(Like some restless anger putting a strain on his and his brother’s relationship?)

Cause this is reaching video game- bad- levels-

(And I’d rather we not get there-)

No emo-

W-help,

This is completely empty,

Lip sync.

-?-

Poor feckin droid ? - (Pi-rates -)

W-hel

[You know it’s weird that all the Pirates come from this pirate species,

[Like seriously none of Plo’s species was like you know what? I’m a pirate now,

(I mean it kind of makes sense since they’re based off an excessive (desert) env-ironment,

Just a little weird.?

St-

Also are Savage and Maul going to befriend these guys and join a gang? . ? - Didn’t - ? Um

MILD DISAPPOINTMENT!

(Seriously,

WTF is that an expression,

That was my best translation;

And even then it was leagues off of whatever that is,

I- --

Nev er- - -

Well, That was some cardboard cut outs, High on some kind of puppeteering gas,

Un-accountable nothing . . .

Bonus;

The fuck?

Is with his eyes?

His face?

[why do they all have puppy dog eyes?

They’re supposed to be human

Not look cute . . . And rob the story of any accoun-tability,

With OWO, Mass Murder -er - Talking with OWO Enabler . . . And no constant consistent emotion on either of their faces ,

(Which is how you know it’s un-accountable)

The art style,

Please, for the love of Accoun-table entertain-ment change it back,

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