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hurting-fictional-people · 3 years

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I *l o v e* the cellphone prompt you just rbed, it'd be 👉👈 pretty dope if there was a continuation where caretaker manages to find them

Aaah, I'm so glad you do 🥺

So, the starts aligned and I got inspired by this prompt by @witchfindergeneral66 and the prompt for day 9 of @whumpmasinjuly (look at me) and this happened

I hope you like it Anon <3

Continued from here

When Caretaker kicked the door open, Whumpee thought they were dreaming. Hallucinating. It wouldn’t even be the first time.

Except in their dreams, Whumper never dropped the cattle prod and grabbed a knife with wide eyes and low brows, taking a step forward. In their dreams, Whumper was never there – only in the nightmares.

Limbs still twitching and soft sobs still slipping out of their lips, they could only watch from the ground as Caretaker bared their teeth and pounced on Whumper. Whumpee’s eyes fell closed even before their captor fell backward, and stayed that way when noise filled the house, squeezing their eyelids when pained groans replaced the thuds of flesh hitting flesh.

There was still pain. Electricity still coursed through their veins, not gone even after the cattle prod was pulled away, making Whumpee’s moans join the cacophony of a fight they could barely understand through the haze of pain.

Between dream and reality, fear and hope, Whumpee didn’t realize the fight had ended until gentle fingers cupped their cheeks and a voice from a past they wish they could forget called their name.

Instead of the happiness that voice would have once brought, there was only anger seeping into their bloodstream, wiping away the last traces of electricity.

“Whumpee, love, please open your eyes, please look at me,” Caretaker said, and in the darkness of closed lids, Whumpee felt their head being lifted and lowered onto their lap. “I found you. Please, I finally found for you, Whumpee, you just have to open your eyes, come on love, come on.”

So they did. Even if they didn’t want the bright light to hurt their eyes and that despaired face to fill their vision, Whumpee had been well taught in how to follow orders.

“Wh-Whumpee,” Caretaker whispered when their eyes met, a shaky smile spreading across their lips. “Hey.”

In their dreams, there was never a need to wound and scream, not when Caretaker looked at them like Whumpee was their very salvation.

But that wasn’t a dream, and when Whumpee blinked at Caretaker’s relief, there was only anger waiting to come out.

They didn’t let it. Not at first. Instead of allowing venom to drip out of their mouth, Whumpee kept silent as Caretaker helped them sit up, slight twitches making them tremble and whimper in a soft voice that wasn’t theirs before Whumper.

They didn’t bother looking at the unconscious body lying in a heap in the corner, just like Whumpee’s had so many times before – didn’t even care if Whumper was dead or alive. All they needed to know was that Whumper lost, and Caretaker won.

But Whumpee didn’t.

“I missed you so much, love,” Caretaker breathed, arms opening in invitation as they reached for Whumpee.

Before they could touch sensitive skin or ragged clothes, Whumpee flinched away. Made themself small, hideable, prepared.

Caretaker stopped. Pulled back and let their arms drop to their sides, so much sadness filling their eyes that Whumpee couldn’t hold themself quiet any longer.

“Whumpee, I’m so s–“

“No. You don’t get to, to come here and look at me like this. Not after all this time.”

The words came out low, shaky, scared, but there. Said out loud, thrown at their face.

Whumpee drew in a deep breath and kept their eyes glued to Caretaker’s, trying to convince themself that there wouldn’t be a punishment for snapping, not from them. Still, they shivered when only heavy silence echoed around the room and no fists were raised. And then anger returned, filling the space where fear lay a moment before, forcing the dam of resentment to rupture and flood them both.

“You told me you’d always be there for me. You said you were never going to leave me, and then you weren't there when I needed you the most,” Whumpee choked out, voice growing into a roar, delighting in the guilt spreading across Caretaker’s face. “Do you know when I broke? When I truly broke?”

No answer left Caretaker’s parted lips, but Whumpee didn’t need one. Not after the door where every feeling had been so painfully locked away was unlocked, not after they had already started.

“It was when I chose you. I chose to let you go, to let you forget me and move on and I didn’t say anything on the phone when I could. And then there was only Whumper. No more hope or love or care to keep me from breaking, only pain and fear and humiliation after that. Now look at what they did to me. Look at me! I chose you and you never came and now I’m ruined.”

“But I came,” Caretaker whispered with tears streaming down their cheeks. “I came Whumpee, I’m here.”

“But I’m not,” Whumpee cried, holding their knees against their chest, searching for something, anything, to hold on to, to keep them from floating away into memories of agony and helplessness. “You are too late, I’m broken, I’m lost, I’m, I’m, I’m– you were supposed to protect me.”

With the echo of every single dream and nightmare from weeks and months and years of terror, Whumpee cracked. What little of their heart, soul, or whatever held them together that wasn’t yet destroyed crumbled down, and they fell forward.

Caretaker was there to catch them.

For once in so long, they were there to hold Whumpee against their chest when the sobs started, and tears wet both their clothes.

The anger didn’t abate. In the arms of the one who failed to keep them from harm, Whumpee knew it was too late for them to be saved, but there wasn’t fear in the embrace and that was enough for now.

Even if Whumpee’s screams would forever echo in their own ears, there were warm arms around them and they didn’t squeeze until there was no more air, so Whumpee buried their head against the crook of Caretaker’s neck and tried to believe it when they said no one would ever hurt Whumpee again.

#whump #whump writing #rescue #rescue whump #angst #whumpmasinjuly #angry whumpee #captivity #mentioned torture #cattle prod #electrocution #i'm going through a phase of not knowing if i like the stuff i write #but i also kinda like it #and then i don't #and then i do #and then-#so. very sorry if this is bad... i can't tell anymore :')#i enjoyed writing it tho so i guess that's what matters right?

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siswritesyanderes · 3 years

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hii,, trans anon here idk if u got my ask but aaa ty 4 this it made me feel so validated,, I would love to request uh reader coming out to tom? and him punishing ppl who misgender him if thats ok w u!! thank u sm <33

(Aaah, I hope this came out okay! I didn’t want to take so long.)

Your hands and your voice were shaking a small but noticeable amount as you expounded on the truth of yourself. Tom found himself fixating on it; he thought it endearing, at first, that you were so nervous, because it meant that his opinion, his verdict, mattered to you. (As it should.)

But as you elaborated further, and he came to understand the source of your nerves, his mood shifted.

Under normal circumstances, he would have been bothered that you had told your family before telling him, but given the nature of the news and your distressed state, he was instead just furious, enraged, that they had upset you.

“Come here,” he said, and you warily drew closer. He pulled you into an embrace, his eyes staring darkly out the window of the abandoned classroom you were both occupying even as the side of his face nuzzled gently into your hair.

Comforting you was the immediate priority, because he didn’t like to see you upset, but certain things would have to be corrected once you felt better.

His arms were tight and secure around you, and he was satisfied to feel you ceasing to quiver. Melting into him. Good boy. Very good. With one hand, he stroked your back, up and down your spine in a soothing pattern, and with the other, he raked his fingers through your recently-shorn hair. (He understood, now, why you’d cut it. He would make sure that one of his followers did that for you next time. Such things shouldn’t be your job.) You relaxed even more, all of the tension leaving your muscles, just as you should, in his arms. Mine. My own.

“Will I be calling you something new?” he asked. Even he was feeling calmer, now; the feeling of your heartbeat so close to his own had that effect on him. It didn’t extinguish his rage that someone had bothered you in the first place, but it ensured that he wouldn’t be so swept up in it that he killed them straightaway.

Which was good, because he had other plans for them, and killing them was only the last.

“I thought of a name,” you said into his robes.

“Let’s hear it, then.”

You told him your name. It wasn’t something he would have chosen, as he enjoyed the more opulent, unique pureblood names (and you deserved an opulent name, because you were his), but it fit you well, and he would allow you that choice.

“I’ll see to it that that is the only name you hear from now on,” he assured you, in that matter-of-fact way he had of making services sound like mere tasks, so that he could never be accused of kindness. “And you'll sleep in the boys’ dormitory tonight.”

“Are there enough beds?” you asked, and he laughed aloud:

“Carrow would sleep in the lake if I told him to.”

So, you had a bed in the boys’ dormitory for your first time since starting at Hogwarts. You turned in early, the first night, for fear of being stared at by the other boys, but when you awoke, they were all very friendly (almost fearfully so, as if they thought they’d burst into flames if they failed to say “Good morning” soon enough) and quick to call you by your correct name even when the sentence didn’t call for use of your name at all. No one even called you by your surname, anymore; it was strange…and very pleasant.

Tom lurked closer to you even than before, likely due to a combination of having increased access to you, in the dormitories and the lavatories, and his vigilance about making sure no one said anything untoward.

The first person who “conscientiously objected” to using male pronouns to refer to you vanished from two days’ worth of classes and returned (without explanation of the disappearance) pale, trembling, and unwaveringly polite.

But that was just Tom’s equivalent of sending a warning.

After that, all bets were off.

Every “slip of the tongue”, every thoughtless comment, even instances when people failed to wish you a good afternoon when they greeted everyone else, was followed by a disappearance, and this time they didn’t simply return to class a few days later, shaken up; now, they had to be found, suddenly dangling from the highest point in the owlery a week later, or suddenly in some spider-infested cupboard after two weeks, or suddenly rescued from the Black Lake by a pair of curious mermaids a month later still. Every one of them terribly hoarse, as if they’d been screaming a great deal, for an extended period of time.

They never could explain how they’d ended up in such places; the most coherent of them could only spout out something about a door suddenly appearing in the middle of an empty wall, and something about being locked in a room for a long time. Every investigation into the matter was inconclusive; most of the victims came from different Houses; the only strange commonality between the cases was the fact that every victim was adamant, upon waking, that the first thing they had to do was apologize to you, but you had an alibi for every single disappearance.

You didn’t voice any suspicions about Tom (or to him), partially because there was no point; he had covered his tracks well, and anyway, his efforts had worked. Most everyone was vigilant, to the point of distraction, about addressing you in the correct ways.

You slept in the boys’ dormitory, washed in the boys’ showers…you were being treated, for the first time, as exactly who you were.

#male yandere #yandere tom riddle #tom riddle/reader #trans reader #male reader #possessive #protective

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mammonprotectionsquad · 3 years

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FIRSTLY, your cosplay looks amazing 😭second, can you write another teasing scenario but it's mc embarrassing seven instead? 👀

Aszuvrd aaah thank you so much! That really means a lot to me 🥺💕

And oooh boy, this was pretty fun to write 👀 I hope you enjoy this too, sweet anon! 💖

Calling it a night

Seven x Reader

From the first moment on that you managed to fluster Saeyoung, it easily became one of your most favorite things to do. His reactions were just too cute!

Though doing it in person was definitely way better than only doing it over the phone. Because then you were able to see his face turn red. Something that only made him even more adorable.

So you made it a game to try and see how fast you could get him to blush.

No matter where you were. Alone at home, grocery shopping or out with friends.

Currently, you were out with the RFA, simply to catch up with everyone and enjoy a nice night with your friends.

And while it was no secret that Saeyoung liked to be touchy with you, constantly having his hands on you in one way or another, he always kept it PG with others around.

You had other plans for the night, though.

When you reclaimed your seat next to him, after helping Zen get some drinks for everyone, your hand casually rested on his knee. Slowly moving up, until you squeezed the inside of his thigh.

His knee jerked up and hit against the table, making everyone look at him. As expected, his cheeks were quickly tinted pink.

You, on the other hand, put on an innocent expression, as you met the betrayed glare of your boyfriend.

Oh and that was only the beginning.

You were never shy to plant kisses to his neck, and when you knew the others weren't paying you two any mind, you even went as far as leaving a small mark on his skin.

"Baaabe... Stop teasing me like that. It's mean!", he whined, though at the same time he was actually leaning into your touches.

"I'm not teasing, I'm affectionate" , you hummed.

But as you were just about to lean in for a kiss, Yoosung was the one to start whining this time.

"We all know you two are cute and all. But could you please have mercy on the ones that are still single?"

Saeyoung and you exchanged glances, before you looked back at the blond boy.

"No can do ~", you said in unison. Causing Yoosung to let out a long sigh.

Suddenly an idea hit you and you smiled widely as you got up. One hand extended towards your boyfriend.

"Come on! You promised that you'd dance with me!"

There was no doubt that he probably had an idea of what you'd had in mind. Still he got up and took your hand, letting you pull him along to the dance floor.

And maybe, just maybe, you swayed your hips a little bit more than you usually did, to accentuate the swaying of your skirt.

As soon as you were in the middle of the dancing people, you didn't hesitate to move closer to him. Your hands slipping into the back pockets of his jeans and giving a light squeeze.

Something that drew a surprised squeal from him, cheeks turning a brighter red than before.

"T-that's not dancing, you know...", he spluttered.

"Mhm, we're getting there. Don't worry. But I'm really enjoying this."

For a bit, you two were mostly swaying to the music, though after a while you turned around, your back firmly pressed to his chest and one arm moving up to wrap around his neck.

"You're doing all this on purpose, aren't you?"

You couldn't help but smile when you felt his hands on your hips, his lips brushing along your neck.

"Mhm~ But you don't seem to mind too much right now."

You tilted your head to glance up at him.

"You know... As much as I like your outfit, I also can't wait to peal you out of that shirt, later."

You nearly purred, at the same time grinding ever so slightly into him. Just because he was also starting to be affectionate and a bit bolder right now, it didn't mean that you were done teasing him just yet.

Your actions actually drew a quiet groan from him and you were basically able to feel his flush, with the heat radiating from him.

"That's it."

Suddenly, it was him to grab your hand and drag you along. Back to the table your friends were still sitting at.

The two of you were met by curious glances and away from the colorful lights on the dance floor, you were finally able to see that Saeyoung's face was rivaling his vibrant, red curls.

"We have to call it a night. Y/N hurt her ankle while we were dancing."

Before you even had the chance to think about calling him out on his obvious lie, he threw you over his shoulder. Of course making sure that your skirt wouldn't ride up too much.

You started giggling, using your current position to squeeze his butt once again.

Something that led to you getting a light pinch to your thigh in return.

"Bye, guys!", you called out and waved at the rest of the RFA, who all looked rather amused about the scene playing in front of them.

It was safe to say that if you teasing Saeyoung in that kind of way would always lead to him kidnapping you like that, you had to maybe consider doing it more often.

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katierosefun · 3 years

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I'm in love with ur fics ESPECIALLY sickficks!!

what about "shh, shh. I promise I'll stay here" for cw Obi-Wan and Anakin? (bonus: forehead or temple kisses pleeeaase??) 🥺❤️

aaah, thank you for the kind words, anon!! // from these prompts

lowkey like...part 1 of this prompt

Anakin looked up when the door opened.

“Obi-Wan?” Anakin asked, putting down the datapad. “Everything okay?”

Obi-Wan just clung to the doorway. He stayed there for a moment, and Anakin was beginning to wonder if maybe his former master was just…sleepwalking when suddenly, Obi-Wan rushed for the refresher.

Anakin blinked. He hadn’t expected that, but then he heard knees hitting the ground, followed by heaving and retching sounds that echoed past the refresher door.

Anakin hurried over to the refresher and found Obi-Wan shaking, his hands just barely gripping the edge of the toilet bowl.

“Get out,” Obi-Wan said, his voice ragged. “Anakin—”

The rest was lost as Obi-Wan heaved over the toilet again.

Anakin smelled the vomit a moment later. He knelt down next to Obi-Wan and patted his back. Obi-Wan coughed a few times, his grip on the toilet slackening. Anakin just waited through it all, alternating between rubbing Obi-Wan’s back and keeping him from giving out.

While Anakin did that all, he couldn’t help but notice how much narrower his former master’s frame was. How much more easily he seemed to sink under Anakin’s hand. Anakin closed his eyes, thinking about the state he had found Obi-Wan back…before. The cuts and bruises on his face, then his neck…

Obi-Wan groaned, lifting his head.

“Feeling better?” Anakin asked. He lifted the handle, flushed.

Obi-Wan fell back on his haunches. Even though Anakin knew it wasn’t possible, Obi-Wan looked even slighter than he had a moment ago. His chest rose and fell unevenly, and when Anakin drew him away from the toilet, Obi-Wan flinched.

“Didn’t…” Obi-Wan swallowed, winced. “Mean to—”

“Like you had any control over that,” Anakin said. He lifted his hand to Obi-Wan’s forehead. Obi-Wan closed his eyes briefly. “You’re burning up.”

Obi-Wan drew back. “I’ll be….”

Anakin waited for the next word—fine, but it never came.

Anakin just looked at Obi-Wan. “I’m getting you water,” he said.

With that, he stood up. He walked out of the refresher, headed into the kitchenette. He found a glass, filled it with cold water. When he returned to the refresher, Obi-Wan was leaning against the wall, his eyes closed.

He looked exhausted.

Anakin sat down next to Obi-Wan and passed the water.

Obi-Wan’s hands shook. Anakin guided Obi-Wan’s hands instead, and when he finished drinking, Obi-Wan coughed again.

“Do you need—” Anakin started, but Obi-Wan shook his head.

“Not going to vomit,” Obi-Wan murmured. “Just…”

He didn’t finish. He didn’t seem to want to finish his sentences at all, Anakin noticed.

“Okay,” Anakin said, setting the glass on the floor. “We’ll see about that fever then…”

“You shouldn’t—” Obi-Wan’s head lolled towards Anakin. “Go—you’re…tired too.”

“And leave you here?” Anakin asked. He looked away. “I’m not doing that again.”

“Anakin…you didn’t leave.”

“I did,” Anakin said to the floor. ‘Or…I let them take over.” He looked at Obi-Wan. “Don’t argue with me on this one. Point is…” He nodded to Obi-Wan. “I’m staying here. So don’t try to talk me out of it.”

Truthfully, Anakin thought that Obi-Wan would argue with him more.

Obi-Wan just closed his eyes. His head sank to Anakin’s shoulder, and Anakin paused.

Did he just…Anakin looked down at Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan was sleeping.

Anakin sighed. He turned back around. He would wake Obi-Wan eventually and actually do something about the fever—maybe force him to take a bath, which he could probably use after…everything.

Anakin looked back down at Obi-Wan. He leaned over, kissed him once on the forehead. Obi-Wan didn’t stir.

“I promise I’ll stay here,” Anakin said quietly. “You can count on that, Master.”

#my fic #day 2 of these fever prompts!#ani and obi #okay i've got like......7 of these pre-written from last night #so i'll be posting them t/o this morning #but first i just gotta do some real life things #but i will be back in like another 2 hours!#likes are nice but reblogs are rad

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langdxn · 4 years

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45,47, and 50 for either duncan or michael please?thank youuuu!!❤️

Aaah I’ve wanted to write Duncan for so long! Thank you so much anon! ❤️

“Go your own way. And do your own thing” // “It doesn’t have to be this way” // “But I’m saying that I’m sorry”

You had successfully avoided Duncan for 67 days.

67 long, torturous days.

“My son doesn’t need you around anymore,” Annette barked at you down the crystal clear line. “He’s in love with someone and you’ll only complicate matters. Stay away from Duncan, that’s not a question.”

Annette caught on all too quickly that you had serious feelings for your best friend Duncan Shepherd. The dinner dates became almost daily, going on for so long Duncan had to pass a wad of notes to the maitre d’ to keep the restaurant open for you both. The goodnight texts drew into the early hours as you stayed up to speak to each other, sometimes falling asleep on FaceTime. The weekends away together became more grandiose, penthouse suites in Paris overlooking the Tuileries gardens where Duncan insisted on sleeping on the couch.

You hoped Duncan would notice before anybody else.

“Mom, I’m in love,” Duncan smiled from ear to ear as mother and son met across the pristine kitchen island. “She’s the one!”

Annette wasn’t immediately overjoyed that she would lose her son to marriage and his own family, but in the cutthroat world the Shepherds grew around them, it was inevitable.

One obstacle Duncan’s domestic bliss didn’t need, according to Annette, was his female best friend he’d known since college. The press would be merciless, jumping on them every time they met for coffee or passed on the street.

She had to go.

Unfortunately for Annette, you couldn’t stay away from your favourite coffee shop in downtown DC for long.

“Y/N, is that you?” The gentle male voice behind you in the coffee queue made your heart sink. “I was starting to think you were avoiding me.”

You turned in slow motion and your eyes fell upon the tall brunette, wearing your favourite leather jacket. He looked so effortlessly flawless, it pained you to breathe the same oxygen.

“Du—Duncan, hey,” you scratched your head nervously. “How… how’ve you been?”

“I’ve missed you!” He grinned warmly, pulling you in for a hug. “Did you change your number? I’ve tried calling so much.”

Would the truth hurt? Probably.

“Yeah, I changed jobs,” you hung your head, hopelessly avoiding eye contact with those oceanic eyes.

“What?! No way, you left that magazine? But you loved it there, they were your first job out of college!” His volume increased with every syllable, grappling in his jacket pocket for his phone. “Let me call them, they can’t get away with letting you go—“

You cut him off with a flat palm pressed in the tentative air between you.

“No Duncan, it’s fine,” you reassured with a fake nonchalance. “I chose to leave.”

He knitted his brows as he stuffed his phone back in his pocket.

“What’s the matter, Y/N? Have I done something wrong?” He desperately searched your eyes for a hint. “Is—is that why you’ve been avoiding me?”

You couldn’t bring yourself to lie to him, so you settled for storming out of the cafe and disappearing into the lunchtime DC crowds.

You’d made it half a block away before a hand rested gently on your shoulder, turning you to face him.

“Y/N? Something’s wrong and I want to help, please?”

You silently pleaded with his deep blue irises to set you free, but you knew deep down that Duncan was just as stubborn as you — that’s how you got on like a house on fire.

“Please just go your own way and do your own thing, Duncan.”

“Not until you tell me what’s eating you. I know you better than anybody and I’m not about to let you walk away for another 67 days.”

Your pulse thundered in your ears, the cacophony of bustling commuters passing you tried their hardest to drown out your thoughts.

“You counted?”

“Of course I counted,” he leaned into you to hold your hand in his. His soft, warm fingertips grazed your skin, tracing the creases in your palm and leaving scorching paths in their wake. “I’m in love with you.”

“Me?” Your breath hitched in your throat, dumbstruck.

“You don’t have to act that surprised, Y/N, I thought our last weekend in Paris dropped the hint enough.”

“Friends sleep together all the time,” you shrugged, nervously curling your hair behind your ear.

“I don’t think we’re just friends, do you?” He leaned in to kiss you but you pulled away, your gaze shooting down every street in view in case anybody was watching.

Time for the truth.

“Your mom stopped me seeing you,” you blurted out. “She told me to stay away from you because you’d found someone.”

“But that someone was you! Please, let’s go to her together, we can tell her it’s all been a big mistake—“

“She threatened my family, Duncan. She forced me out of my job, she made me move out of DC, she even gave me a new cell phone so you couldn’t contact me.”

You could see the cogs in his mind working overtime, sucking on his bottom lip as if to restrain an outburst.

“I knew it,” he shook his head frantically, glaring into the middle distance. “Somehow I knew she had something to do with you disappearing on me.”

“I’m sorry, I know this must be hard for you too. I’ve known about it for two months, you’ve only just found out.” Your gaze dropped to your hand, still enclosed in his fingers even though his grasp weakened.

“I can’t live like this, Duncan,” you sighed, slipping your hand free from his. “Not now I know what Annette’s capable of. We need to go our separate ways, forget all about us, before she takes it too far.”

“It doesn’t have to be this way, Y/N, I love you,” Duncan sniffled, wiping away his brimming tears with his sleeve.

“I love you, Duncan Shepherd, I know that much. But I’m saying that I’m sorry, I’m sorry I can’t be with you, not like this.”

Taking a moment to glance up at the crystal clear blue DC sky above you, Duncan scooped up both your hands in his.

“Then will you marry me?”

#cody fern #duncan shepherd #duncan shepherd x reader #duncan shepherd fanfiction #duncan shepherd imagines #house of cards

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the-nysh · 4 years

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At what point in the story you started liking Garou as a character? What was his first impression on you and how did it changed later as the story progressed?

Oooh! What a GREAT question, I’m so glad you asked! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ (Cause yes, my perceptions of him certainly did change over time! And that’s one of the fun things I love to see happen with other opm fans too.) So let’s see…*pulls up a chair and shovel to dig thru nearly 5yrs of archives* where to begin~

It was definitely a gradual process (so buckle in, this is gonna be a looong chronological trip thru memory lane. About 3500~ words!)

First impressions

Early on (and cause I’m skeptical to most new characters who I don’t ‘know’ yet), I remember feeling kinda like ‘huh? Who the heck is this guy? This wannabe Hiruma-lookalike (recognizing some of Murata’s recycled Eyeshield 21 char design elements for him) with some silly double Vegeta hair? The hell does he think he’s doing??’ Beyond being kinda incredulous about him, I honestly didn’t really give him much passing thought or attention either, and definitely not anything on a deeper level yet. He was just kinda there (I suppose?), but also out there forcefully (cockily and somewhat annoyingly?) inserting himself as the ‘villain’ into the story at times (which wasn’t really my thing), seemingly WAY in over his head with reckless antics and overambitious about what he was claiming to be and challenging himself to do (which I thought seemed both ridiculous and ironic to set up like that when characters like Saitama exist to directly check/refute his aims).

So at the time I wasn’t fully ‘on board’ or invested much in his story/concept yet cause I hadn’t really seen him…define himself (beyond those first impressions) into his own fleshed-out character. Because he still kept reminding me too much of other characters (I even heard him with Hiruma’s voice) rather than breaking out on his own. Murata’s early art also had yet to really evolve and settle him into his own distinguishable ‘face’ for that matter too (he would though later, when he’d draw ‘Garou’ recognizable as himself and not like…‘Hiruma’s shadow’ anymore). So with all that coming in, it’s hard to ‘see’ or genuinely ‘like’ a char at first when they haven’t done much yet to distinguish themselves from others and grow into their own. (Oho, how time will tell~)

This impression of Garou hadn’t really changed much and continued all thru the Metal Bat fight, by the way. (I actually caught up to the manga around the time Murata introduced MB with the centipedes and was about to start his fight with Garou. Events which weren’t on my highest priority to see either, cause I still mostly preferred seeing Saitama + Genos interact instead.) But on a surface level, I at least knew Garou was fun/impressive to watch and his excitable/feral energy was infectious and entertaining (Murata really knew how to hype him up too), but other than that, I’d yet to really ‘like’ him on his own (enough to talk/blog about) still.

I first eased into reblogging stuff with him back in Oct 2016, which included the first reblog of his back muscles (lol) appreciating how Murata drew him facing Watchdog Man so ksjggh that part of the story (when Murata was teasing their fight) was also when Garou starting having a presence on my blog. :O

First turning point

However, I distinctly remember the first ‘aha I see now’ point in understanding him better was when I did a second reread of the webcomic. (I don’t exactly remember when that was, but probably sometime during the tournament arc when the pace was kinda dragging, so I prob reread the wc around then for fun.) It was around early-April 2017 when I later admitted that (in the tags):

I’ve come to really like Garou, a second read of the webcomic made me fond of him, of his background and ideas he wished to set out and change, his heart was in it and he had his set of morals, but he was young and brashly took the wrong path, I really want to see him return someday now that he's learned better

Cause following the big webcomic reveal at the end of his arc (when Saitama calls him out), going back thru his entire story again you could totally spot all the consistent hints and signs (from both his backstory and actions) ONE sprinkled the entire time, making everything revealed about him true, and not suddenly sprung up outta nowhere. It was finally like ‘aaah, I understand what’s up with him and can sympathize where he’s coming from. Yes that makes sense. :O’ However, this clarity/acknowledgment had yet to shift from simply ‘seeing’ or understanding a thing as knowledge, to actually feeling it (connecting on a deeper/personal level) later. That’ll remain a big distinction.

May 2017, I first started writing some early meta break downs about him, starting with his end-arc parallels in Suiryu’s despair moment and from this, there was acknowledgement how all ONE’s manga additions (up til then this was still all tournament arc stuff) were only building further context towards what’s to come much later on in the webcomic.

June 2017, I started posting stream coverage about him (vs Watchdog Man stuff when he intercepts King and Saitama.) Around this time I also admit this kinda stuff in tags ‘goodness how I love that this nerd has a soft spot for that kid (truthfully he's not monstrous at all)’ for appreciating the manga’s wholesome extra Tareo moments.

Second big turning point

Around Sept-Oct 2017 was when post content/stream coverage kinda started exploding during the whole vs A/B heroes + shed fight. This whole sequence, following the tournament arc, was the first big long-awaited return back to the wc’s script (with style!), but with significant expansions (esp to his character) never seen before. In particular, the bullet shielding moment was changed/revised from him simply standing there in the wc, to Garou protecting Tareo in the shed.

Truly awesome and moving because dang, he selflessly put his life on the line for that ‘Garou the determinator fending off the impossible while protecting a kid ;o;’ Firmly standing up to (injustices) and revealing his solid moral core, like wow, what a guy. <3

Murata’s stream output picked up significantly back then too (compared to his slower pace drawing the previous arcs), so I also admitted: ‘gosh been cheering for Murata's hard work just like Garou's in-chapter determination!’

But also cause this whole fight was like the first actual, legit demonstration (shown, not told) of Garou’s prodigious fighting skills, intelligence, tenacity, resourcefulness, perseverance, etc. Like this is what he’s actually capable of when pushed to the brink; testing the actual quality of his character (showing his true colors) and allowing those merits to shine while under unfavorable, difficult, and desperate conditions. And all impressively done in a way to make the audience both believe it and root for him (presented from his side much like a protagonist? Wild! 8D) It was extremely thrilling and badass (truly that whole shed part was brilliant, narratively and spectacle-wise. As I’ve repeatedly gone back to write about many times and again. :’D) My impressions of Garou around this time:

yoooo boi see I really like Garou, the wild prodigy determinator with a misguided goal, going all out and demonstrating his talent and prowess (even tho he gets in over his head), PROTECTING CHILDREN WHEN HE PRETENDS HE DOESN'T CARE, omfg what a softie (as Saitama would say) :'D, yaaa see he was never a 'real' monster at all, Saitama can see straight through him, and what he REALLY wants to achieve

Dec 2017, first started getting some sporadic Garou anons after the whole epic manga spectacle vs Genos + Bang + EC fight with everyone.

Jan 2018, back when Garou was captured in the MA base and then left to his own devices above ground…things started getting really interesting. Including noticing ONE’s more careful (or perhaps more transparent?) approach to writing Garou’s manga portrayal this time around. Different and more nuanced from the wc for instance, so there were many fascinating contradictions and complexities to uncover (break down meta-wise) about his convictions, beliefs, thoughts, feelings, and how he applied those thru his actions and behavior (revealing decisive acts of character). This was when @gofancyninjaworld also started joining in to discuss and explore Garou’s ongoing dilemma with his goals and mindset. “His heart is in the right place, but his means are not, because at his core, he’s not a monster.” I admitted ‘Garou’s one of the most well-written characters in the story, I feel.’ And I was really looking forward to all the significant changes ONE was doing to make his manga story all the more defined and cohesive than it already was in the wc. That made things extra engaging (when there’s a desire to look deeper into things for fun and excitement for more).

Third turning point

Feb 2018 Oooh man. It was around here, (when Garou saves Tareo from the bullies and confronts RR and Bug God) that I was really starting to feel that shift happening (the impression of him turning into something more), so I had to comment on his ongoing characterization presented thus far (budding into a well-rounded, 3 dimensional character) and how ONE was (re)writing him in a more personal, sympathetic light that made him so easy to root for and genuinely likeable. I was fully AWARE of this happening and what both Murata and ONE were doing to increase his appeal. Admitting the more they revealed of him the more I was falling deeper for him, and fully welcoming it by narrative design. (Like alright let’s goooo! 8’D) Cause it was obvious how much differently and expansive he was getting portrayed vs the wc (with much less moral ambiguity). I said:

“Garou’s not simply a rogue, prodigious teen going on a spiteful rampage with an overconfident, slasher smile. Consistently, he’s been shown what really makes him tic: what gets him serious, passionate, sincere, and desperate – things that force his hand to either fight or defend against, with standards and ideals that he’d put his life on the line for. All of it is great: a variety of expressive emotions and definitive acts of character that all build towards the whole. Which we’re then left to ponder exactly what that is. Is he truly a villain or a hero? Is he really a troublemaking bad guy or actually a misguided ‘nice guy’? The answer isn’t so black and white; it’s more like a mix of ALL of the above. And I LIKE that. As ONE has presented him, Garou is Garou, and not really someone to align or classify as simply one or the other. He’s in that kind of delicious gray zone where he’s getting put to the brink to show his true colors. And it’s so GOOD and refreshing to see.”

That plus the manga showing his deeper bond with Tareo, his gruffly protective qualities (ok but that’s kinda hot?) and a more sincere showing of his morals (which he refused to budge on no matter what anyone else ordered him to do), brought on all the feels. :’)

Stream coverage + ch commentary devolved to like unintelligible screaming, with some ‘man he’s so fucking cool,’ or ‘damn protective Garou’s SOO good,’ or ‘I swear the more Murata draws of him the more I fall for him like wtf,’ or even the flat out ‘GODDAMMIT MURATA ;A;’ types of suffering reactions, ahaha.

At this point I was all ‘bring on the Garou appreciation; he deserves it; I have a mighty NEED’ but was kinda annoyed/frustrated with the fandom cause there was hardly any recent fan content of him (relevant to his current plot progression, it was all suspiciously dry or old ship-related content I wasn’t interested in cause the plot had moved on, so I was like omg where is everybody, hello?!) It was already a dry spell in between seasons so overall fan content was slow anyway, but it seemed like there were so few actual fans of him (to my confusion?!) So I started making my own content (beyond just the stream coverage and ch reactions/commentary + meta) with the expression posts appreciation.

March 2018. U-uhoh, things (and posting frequency especially) were starting to escalate. His reaction to literally getting backstabbed by the monsters and losing Tareo (his quiet but seething controlled feral rage) definitely had me feeling™ things.

Final nail in the coffin

April 2018 Oshit;; Garou forcefully storming and bulldozing his way thru the MA base, his awesome BIG DAMN HEROES moment rescuing Tareo from Royal Ripper, to his hilarious absolute tsundere™ moment denying it (before running into Rover and immediately protecting the kid again) pretty much destroyed me. This was also like the first time I’d seen ONE make a character go full tsundere mode and pull it off in a genuine comedic way (with the classic ‘it’s not like I came here to save you or anything baka’ line and all) so pfft, that was so much endearing icing on the cake. :’D

At this point someone even asked me who’s my favorite opm character, to which I was all, ‘Garou’s current manga content has been on fire so he’s been quickly skyrocketing into my favs (if he wasn’t there already)!’

But then Murata soon dropped THIS ‘protect the child’ page all with perfect timing, and I was…fucking doomed.

'sugoi ojisan' was pretty much the moment of instant death for me ;A; my constant reaction to the streams has been that gaijin 4koma meme with laser heart eyes for emphasis, and I'm pretty much losing my ability to articulate much beyond screaming at this rate

Garou’s behavior could then be summarized as ‘a very stubborn and in denial asshole tsundere little shit nerd. <3’ But there was classic ONE heartwarming irony in there too, cause Garou hadn’t fully ‘lost’ his battles either…during those critical times where he actually assumed the role of the ‘hero’ for Tareo instead. (Oho~)

basically Garou is a great character, the more you look into how ONE has built him the more meta af it gets

May 2018 (the long-awaited debut of the wc ‘scarf’ vs Rover towards Garou vs Orochi’s epic wtfshitstorm) lolwhoops~ I finally made the inevitable back muscles compilation while also writing longer, more in depth meta posts about him.

Murata delivered some of the best stream content we’ve seen of him. (Completely on FIRE, both literally and figuratively. And looking back, this was probably some of the most fun Murata’s stream sessions ever got. :’D Was awesome to be a fan tuning in during this time.)

even Murata was doodling chibis of himself freaking out in the margins XD

Delivering content from the pose of peak badassery…to dropping stream doodles of peak heartwarming/cuteness (Garou & Tareo in suits) on the fans for good measure.

bam Murata’s out to kill us with his art ...Murata can you like -maybe- chill? ABSOLUTELY NOT

Basically Murata knew exactly what he was doing, always delivering and servicing the fans (drawing the coke bottle was a fan suggestion too) yet also remaining a huge tease~

Towards S2 and beyond

June 2018, following the Orochi fight, Garou was put on a bus and absent from the manga for a while, so I went back revisiting older content again (rereading the manga for fun) and realizing/noticing/wondering stuff I hadn’t really caught about him before like…oh no why is he cute?? Was he always this way or had my eyes finally opened after everything??? (Cause aside from him being a little shit or a cool badass, he was also a complete dork and a nerd, and an oblivious dummy, and just…that was so…wtf endearing, a full package of fun to enjoy.)

But we soon got clips of Midorikawa’s voice reveal (from the opm drama cd) and all hell broke loose among the resident Garou fans. 8’D Especially cause his voice was ‘dark/smooth/mature/sexy’ as opposed to a higher-pitched, unhinged teen voice many had expected (remember that old Hiruma voice I first thought for him? So interestingly many fanboys were disappointed with this deeper voice casting). But also cause Midorikawa said “I’ll do my best to make Garou even more charming than before,” so we were excited to see Garou’s popularity spike even more cause of s2.

Aug 2018, the s2 key visual revealed with Garou prominently featured up and center and I WAS NOT PREPARED!!! I remember having like a full hyper-incoherent breakdown because of this so…yeaaaaah. 8’D I was all rationalizing,

If anything it’s all Murata and ONE’s fault that (the hype and appreciation for him) feeling’s grown even stronger. He was already a thoroughly fun walking meta source, but the manga made his softer/compassionate moments much more obvious (than in the wc). Just watch as this badass dorky nerd becomes even more hugely popular than he already is!

April 2019 was his anime debut…coincided with his post-arc WEBCOMIC DEBUT AFTER 5 FUCKING YEARS (before he even returned in the manga even) IMPECCABLE timing from ONE, holy shit people lost their minds. Including Murata, who had to draw him too! With all that and the anime airing (adding even more wholesome cute Tareo interactions not seen in the manga), fandom participation (+anons) really started to kick off.

I remember seeing the influx of new fans and how so many (who didn’t ‘know’ him yet either) would unironically label him as genuinely ‘evil’ or a ‘heinous villain’ at face value, which….uhhhhhh were the kinda takes that were hard to take seriously, but I appreciated how ONE’s writing allowed the readers to see and think for themselves as the narrative revealed more (rather than believing everything the characters said or claimed), so it’d only be a matter of time until they ‘saw’ the truth about him too. :’)

May-July 2019 the anime continued airing with fandom activity popping, until August when he finally reappeared and ‘awoke’ in the manga! ;A; After like an entire full year of him mia too. This was also the time frame when all the thirsty (and interestingly meta-hungry) Garou anons started (finding me???) regularly chiming in with fun participation. I was grateful though, cause they prompted certain takes I couldn’t have come up with on my own, and allowed me to think, examine, and explain things much more closely and thoroughly than I had ever posted before. (Yaaay~) Such as looking into just what IS it about him?!

“Garou wouldn’t be as compelling, engaging, and appealing as a character without (all) those other interesting layers and nuances to talk about too! :D It’s even better that way! Cause Murata can draw everyone looking drop-dead gorgeous and conventionally attractive, so just having a pretty face and impressive muscles isn’t enough to make him stand out in a special way from the rest of the cast. Already all those things (about him) are certainly impressive, so just what is it about him in particular? (That makes him unique.) The fact Garou has all that AND those other compassionate & interesting qualities to him just makes it the icing on the cake for a complete, well-rounded package. The fact we can know him, for all his feelings and attitude why he behaves and acts the way he does, such as when he’s contradictory, troubled and tsundere-like sometimes, to hardcore and badass other times, to softer and empathetic to fiercely righteous, protective and determined other times, and all portrayed in the way he’s capable of the range (and makes us feel) the entire spectrum of emotion too. …Like whoa (I could keep going but I’d be preaching to the choir at that point aha), all that only enhances what’s already there. In this way, I feel the Garou we’ve come to know by now is much more endearing and appealing than the one we were introduced to at the start. Because as he appeared then, he may have seemed like just another wannabe thug-of-the-week we might not have given much passing thought & attention to. But now…uhoh, you could arguably say he’s grown to the point he’s almost taken over the rest of the manga (within good reason!) by challenging our perception of who’s even the active protagonist. :O Who keeps us engaged and tuned in to see more. Buaha, just what the hell happened?! Now that’s quite the impressive feat from both ONE and Murata to create a character with a lasting impact like that!”

…So that’s what happened. :’D In my opinion, I feel Garou’s best moments where we (or really, I) got to know him better (shed scene, Elder Centipede aftermath, dine n dash, rescuing Tareo, all up towards his fights vs Rover & Orochi) mostly only happen until after s2 so… Since those were some of my absolute fav manga moments (which only enhanced my perceptions of him), those’ll be the moments I’m really looking forward to see animated in s3. But most of all, I’m hoping to witness some of that same ‘aha!’ gradual realization process happen to newer fans who come to appreciate him too. :’3

#Anonymous #replies #opm #garou #commentary #long post #(readmore pls actually work! ...i think it broke after editing it once)#anyway THIS took plenty of time to put together and relive/remember all those moments from years ago 8'D #how things certainly changed (and escalated!) but here's a breakdown of everything; enjoy~

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