#when he got abducted he was like FUCK I gotta make some serious life changes
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I twisted my ankle so all I’m set up on my couch and unable to play bg3 (so forgive these dusty ass pictures they’re all I have) and I thought I might as well post my tav Yeric. He’s a half wood elf ranger and he’s ready to PARTY🎉 (emotionally connect with people again after a 15 year depressive episode in the woods and accept the humiliating ordeal of being known because loving people is worth it)
#when he got abducted he was like FUCK I gotta make some serious life changes#decided he didn’t want to die alone and then immediately got forced into close proximity with 6 people he’s living MY DREAM#my posts#bg3#baldur's gate 3#bg3 tav#tav yeric
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N7 Challenge Day 2 - Science
Summary: If you think about it, Shepard is really Cerberus’ fucked up little science project. If Frankenstein’s monster got to complain a little about conditions, then Miranda’s can whine she left some nonessential parts in.
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As much as he hated what Cerberus had done with the place... maybe the top floor being his wasn't so bad after all.
Alistair sighed as the door slid shut behind him. Up here, he was finally alone. Nobody was staring at him like he had two heads or was gaping at the fact he should have been 6 feet under or in a jar. Better yet, nobody was asking him how he was going to stop the Collectors from abducting another human colony or what the next move is. Here he could relax and breathe a little.
Breathing... right.
“Ugh...” His shirt dropped to the floor as he examined his appearance in the mirror. There were new bruises, not quite broken ribs. He had been lucky this time according to a bemused Doctor Chakwas. She had told him before to go in for the surgery, but he hadn't gotten the chance before dying. Now...
He prodded his binder in the mirror. “I still have no idea why she kept these. Don't see how having a flat chest would make me any worse.”
Something something, exactly as he was supposed to be? It was bullshit if you asked Alistair. Of course, nobody was asking him. They probably figured it was good enough that he was alive. Why bother dealing with worrying about it, Commander Shepard was alive again.
Commander Shepard was also risking broken ribs every mission, thank you very much. Maybe the magic science bullshit wizards should have considered that when they were putting him back together.
He let both the matter and his binder drop, though one took a bit more effort. After changing, it was back to an oversized hoodie as he settled in to get some work done. On the bright side, he could breathe. Downside... everything else.
Hi, gender dysphoria. Apparently you were crucial to saving humanity or something.
He lost himself to his work, reviewing records and checking on possible colonies, for the better part of an hour. Alistair would have stayed longer – there was plenty of reports to sift through – but someone was knocking at his door. Like, actually knocking and not using their omni-tool to let him know they were there.
So... that narrowed things.
“Be right there, Bo!” His new joints didn't creak as he rose, but there was plenty of time for that. Besides, he made up for that with the glowing exposed implants sticking out of his jaw and forehead. It wasn't a pretty sight – though it may have been improved if he could've hacked the color to blue. As a pink-toned ginger, red was kind of overkill. Besides, blue was his favorite color and they were his damn life sustaining implants. If anyone got to pick the color, it was him.
But... he wasn't allowed to try changing the color. Something about maybe killing him. He had kind of lost focus during that conversation.
Speaking of – the door slid open, revealing his XO on the other side. Bo looked about as comfortable on the new Normandy as he was, and she cast a wary eye around as she entered the room. Then she looked towards the floor, and where his clothing still lay. Her lip curled at the sight of her binder, and he swore he saw murder in her eyes.
“You gotta be kidding me, they didn't deal with that while you were dead?!”
Alistair, despite everything, emphatically groaned. “No, they fucking didn't! I'm pretty sure I've got everything that came with the original hardware!”
They both shared a scowl as Bo took a seat on his bed. As she did, she tossed him her omni-tool. Unsurprisingly, it was broken again. What did catch him off guard was that it was the same model she had been using before he died.
There had to have been easy models between 2183 and 85...
“You've made it idiot-proof, don't think too hard about it.” Bo was still scowling. “Remind me to punch Miranda for her weird little science experiment when I see her again. She spent all that time on you and she couldn't make a few modifications?”
Alistair rolled his eyes as he started to tinker with the omni-tool. “With pleasure. If she could add an eye, I don't see why she couldn't figure out testicles. They didn't even need to work, I don't plan on having children.”
His XO snickered at that. “Not that you could have kids with a turian anyway. Pretty sure even Mordin couldn't get levo and dextro to gel.”
The mere mention of turians caused Alistair's face to turn scarlet. He ducked his head in the excuse of examining the details on the broken omni-tool. The screen was cracked, but he had a replacement for that. Mostly, it just looked like she had knocked the wires loose – probably punched someone a little too hard. His reinforcements probably came loose over two years. Easy fix.
Maybe he should just design a whole new one for her...
“Thinking about Garrus, huh?”
There was a teasing tone to Bo's voice that made his cheeks even redder. Alistair shot her a blank look as he reached for a small device in his toolbox. Even after the Normandy exploded, it was good to know someone had salvaged it.
After all, what would he do without his trusty work vibrator?
“I can't believe you actually still use that.” Bo's tone was flat as she watched him apply the vibration to check for weak spots. “You're such a fucking nerd.”
Alistair snickered as he looked up from his work. “Given what I'm working with -”
“Gross. Please tell me you got another one of those.”
No, but it wasn't like he got a lot of private time given how often he had to fix something or save somebody from certain doom so it was kind of low on his list of priorities. Besides, being zombie Jesus in N7 armor made that kind of purchase... awkward.
Like, who expects the risen Commander Shepard to walk in looking for a vibrator anyway?
“I don't need one for actual use right now, thankfully.” He whistled low once he spotted the problem. “Wow, you sure knocked this one loose. Another centimeter and the whole thing would have been a total loss.”
Bo sighed in relief. “Good thing I didn't hit that one krogan twice then.”
Of course she'd hit a krogan. She was always doing that.
“Next time, just use your biotics.” Alistair shook his head as he started the repairs. Honestly, it wasn't the ideal situation. He had picked his hoodie for size and comfort, but the problem was the sleeves were a little large on him and had a place he could stick his thumb through if he felt like it. Normally that was fine – hiding his hands was a plus sometimes – but it didn't work when he was soldering.
And... ok, maybe a hoodie with hamster ears wasn't the best tech wear.
At least Bo didn't laugh when he rolled up his sleeves and kept working. He didn't mind her presence either as he made sure the wires weren't going anywhere once she started swinging again. Something about having her on his bed, watching him work, was comforting. In a sense, it was home. Though Cerberus had tried, they hadn't quite figured out how to hit that for him in their mad dash to convince him to work for them. Just the fact they had left him a uterus was a black mark they were never getting rid of, the rest was just icing on the shit cake of why he would eventually be stealing their ship and hightailing it back to the Alliance with all their info.
What, Frankenstein's monster caused a little havoc in his day. Wasn't he entitled to do the same? He hadn't exactly been asked to be brought back to save the galaxy.
“Just a little more and -” the screen glowed to life under his hands. “There we go, it's working again!”
Almost immediately, a message started playing. “Commander Shepard, if you could meet me in-”
Shit. He knew that voice. One eye landed on his XO – she had already tensed up. Then there was something about reports needing to be filed and she might have been behind on doing that? Honestly, no surprises there; Bo was analog, so computers tended to break around her. They'd probably been doing it even more with the Cerberus agent on her back about it.
If he wasn't careful, she was going to break the omni-tool, and he was out of spare parts...
“Fuck off, Miranda. I'll get to it once the computer's fixed.” Bo reached over to shut off the link with surprising delicacy. She must have seen the fear in his eyes and held pity over his rebuilt form. “You think she'd get I hate her.”
He shrugged his shoulders as he started to clean. “Maybe she enjoys having an angry lesbian hating her.”
“Then she should love having a pissed off twink despising her.”
Despise – that was a good word. He'd accept it. It got close enough in his mind to how he actually felt as he swept away the remains of his repair project. With a clean work space, it was easier to think. Not that it was ever completely easy, but it helped.
Though... did he hear something about a broken computer?
“So do you want me to fix that or what?”
Bo responded by practically picking him up and depositing him on the bed. “I want you to get some fucking sleep. You look like death.”
“I slept for 2 years-”
“Then a few more hours won't bother you.” She shot him a look. “You can't fix everything. It'll be there when you get up.”
Alistair wanted to argue, but it was impossible. When Bo got like that, he didn't stand a chance. Most times, he didn't even try. Mostly he was just annoyed she had picked him up like he was his own damn hamster.
He was a fully grown man, damn it...
“Alright, I'll swing by when I wake up.”
Bo nodded and started to retreat. “See you when you do. I'm going to go punch Miranda in the face for the uterus bullshit.”
Honestly, he wasn't sure if she was being serious as the door closed around him and the light dimmed. EDI had probably been listening in by then. It kept him from having to get up as he pulled off his hoodie and crawled under the blanket.
That was something else he would have to see to when he woke up. In a weird way, it was ironically appropriate. After all, Miranda's monster was going to have to go save Miranda from the angry villagers.
That, or Miranda's monster could just sleep a little longer. Being brought back from the dead was exhausting work. Maybe a nap wasn't such a bad idea after all...
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Shifting Perspectives - Ch. 7
Shou and Teru have a sleepover. Reigen gets some excercise.
Summary:
How many espers does it take to rescue one abducted conman?
Months after the events of the World Domination arc, Reigen disappears sometime between leaving the office and after-work plans. Serizawa finds himself the unwilling leader of a bunch of former Claw members and a couple of stubborn teenagers, determined to get Reigen back.
On AO3: <http://archiveofourown.org/works/11091201/chapters/31009659>
Tumblr: Ch.1|Ch.2|Ch.3|Ch.4|Ch.5|Ch.6|Ch.7 - below
Teru double-checked that Shou was indeed pointing at the nondescript office building directly in front of them before turning back to him in astonishment.
“That’s the government facility?”
“Yep. Tricky bastards, aren’t they?”
The building was one among dozens smack in the middle of Spice City’s main financial district, where the government had clearly chosen to hide their operation in plain sight. A bold move, but with all the upheaval Spice City had experienced in recent months, Teru supposed it made sense for the government to have a base somewhere local.
Teru crossed his arms, looking up at the shadowy form of the building. Despite a night sky clear of clouds, the sliver of crescent moon above provided very little light. There wasn’t a single sign, whether truthful or disguise, to indicate the purpose of the building to a random passersby. No window lights broke the uniform darkness stretching up above them, either, barring the chance for any useful movement indicators behind curtains or blinds. The building practically exuded unfriendliness and unwelcomeness.
This wasn’t really a surprise – Teru didn’t expect them to usher in trespassers for a cup of tea – but it didn’t make their objective any easier. He considered for a moment, ears pricking for any sounds beyond the rumbling and honking of cars, faded and distant at this late – or, perhaps, early – hour.
“Okay, we need a plan of action. How much do you know about this place? Have you been inside?” Teru tapped his chin. “Do you know how many espers they have? I’d imagine it’s more than just the one we saw in the video, especially if this is where they’re keeping your father. That means we’re going to have to-”
Teru turned to look at Shou. Or rather, the space formerly occupied by Shou, as Shou was no longer there.
“Yo, blondie. Follow me, we’re gonna attract attention if we stand around talking out here. Not exactly a normal place for two teenagers at four a.m.”
Teru followed the sound of Shou’s voice just in time to see his short figure disappear behind the corner. He followed Shou around the building, catching up just in time to see him stop before the front door of the building directly across the street from the rear side of the government facility. Shou dug a key card from his pocket and swiped it through a scanner; the door unlocked with a click that seemed too loud, echoing out on the dark street. Teru glanced nervously behind them, feeling suddenly as though they were being watched. He didn’t like having the shuttered government building at his back.
Shou, unhurried and unconcerned, trotted through the small, empty lobby and led him up to a vacant office space on the eighth floor. He ignored the ‘For Rent’ sign pasted at a slight angle to the door, and opened it easily with a second key from his pocket.
Teru cautiously inspected the wide, mostly-empty space inside, trying to shake off the uncomfortable feeling that their mission had suddenly slipped out of his control. However, he noted with interest the large windows conveniently overlooking the government facility below, which would make spying from this perch a simple matter.
“Hmm. How lucky for you, that this space just happened to be empty.”
Shou grinned. “Yes. Very lucky. Very lucky that the consultation business that was based here had a fit of ghostly interference right around the time I figured out where they were holding my pops.”
Teru couldn’t help but grin back. “Oh my. Must have been quite the serious haunting case to force them to move out. You know, I happen to part-time as an exorcist for an up and coming psychic corporation. Perhaps I could diagnose; what kind of spectral activity were they experiencing?"
“Oh, you know – important documents going missing, printers producing vaguely threatening messages directed to various employees, and the occasional ghastly wail coming from the bathroom. The usual kind of thing.” Shou opened a closet door, still smirking. “And for some reason, it always starts back up again as soon as anyone else tries to move in.”
Teru laughed.
The opened closet revealed a shelf stocked with a jumbled stash of nonperishable food. Shou ripped open a granola bar with his teeth and ate half of it in one bite before tugging a tangle of bedding and spare clothes from the lower shelf of the closet, dumping it on the ground. He spread a sleeping bag on the floor, then tossed a package of something freeze-dried on top of it to complete something like a meal, moving all the while with the careless confidence of routine. Teru was beginning to suspect Shou slept here very, very often.
Teru pulled a health bar of his own from his bag and leaned against the wall, tearing it open. “So, this is where you’ve been living?”
Shou paused in sorting through the pile of fabric to look up at him with narrowed eyes. “Only sometimes. I told you, I needed, I mean wanted, to know where my pops was being kept. Keep an eye on things.” Shou shrugged in a tight flex of shoulders, and turned to pull out a wrinkled t-shirt, sniffing it gingerly.
Teru frowned, mulling this as he chewed. “I still don’t see why you don’t just leave him to rot, he doesn’t deserve your continued interest – he’s not exactly the pinnacle of parental behavior. I.e., he kinda tried to kill us all- ohhhh, is that why?”
If Shou was keeping an eye on a potential threat… yes, that explanation made perfect sense to Teru.
“What? No… I mean kinda, but… Ugh .” Shou flopped back onto the sleeping bag. “Look. He was stupid, and horrible, and pretty much insane with power. I haven’t figured out what exactly drove him to the point of ‘I-am-so-powerful-I-must-therefore-be-the-best-in-the-world-and-thus-I-must-rule-it,’ because that’s so idiotic I couldn’t even begin to explain where that kind of thinking comes from – woah there, eat much? There’s some water in the closet, that’ll help with the coughing, breathe dude – but…”
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. Teru, still wheezing a little despite the water, occupied himself with very carefully examining the back of his own hand. His glittery purple nail polish had chipped on one finger. He mourned that he hadn’t packed that bottle so he could repair the damage, return the nail to its formerly pristine smoothness.
“I don’t know. It’s just, there was that fight with Ritsu’s brother, and some of the things he said after, and then he… he gave up , he, he let them lead him away. And he’s stayed . He doesn’t have to, I’m pretty sure he could break out if he wanted, he definitely could have at the beginning. But he’s staying locked up, like he deserves, like he owes to, to everyone, to society. He’s like… paying his dues, I guess. And it just… it makes me wonder, ya know? If he’s changing. If he’s reconsidering…”
Shou made an angry, frustrated noise, almost a growl. “But I don’t want to fall in the same trap I did before, when I confronted him! I was naïve enough to think he was still capable of change, before, when I didn’t know just how fucking insane, and how powerful, he was. But Mom says he didn’t used to be that way… And if he could change once, then maybe...”
Teru’s mind was roiling, burning with a need to explain… what exactly, he still couldn't formulate. So he chomped on his tongue and said nothing. The silence stretched.
Shou sat up straight in a sudden, swift movement. “Let’s just say, I’m curious, and leave it at that. Now would you leave it alone? I thought you wanted to get Reigen out, not pry into every little bit of my life. Next thing you’re gonna be asking me what my favorite color is.” He grinned, too brightly. “It’s red, by the way.”
Teru rolled his eyes, all too happy to end this conversation that had wandered into places he didn’t want to think about too closely. “Yeah, okay. So, what do you know about this place?”
“I’ve snuck inside once or twice. I made a drawing of the basic layout; or at least, the important parts. It’s around here somewhere, in the closet probably.” Shou stretched, then curled up in the sleeping bag. “I have some ideas, but let’s deal with it tomorrow. First, we sleep. I’m fucking exhausted.”
“Wait, what? But we’re so close!”
Shou snorted. “We are not , they've got all kinds of security in that place. We gotta think this through first.” He cracked an eye open, a pale blue slice staring Teru down. “We’re gonna do this smart, yeah? We know who has him, and where he probably is. No reason to rush it and fuck everything up now.”
Well. Teru could hardly argue with that without making himself seem irresponsible. And no one out-responsibled Teruki Hanazawa.
Shou grumbled when he realized that since Teru hadn’t intended to sleep until they found Reigen, he hadn’t packed anything to sleep on (“ That’s like, the most obvious thing. You’re slacking, oh Prepared One.” ). However, he did toss Teru what seemed to be the only pillow, and a giant blanket he must keep around for the winter months. Teru settled down to try and sleep for what remained of the night.
It wasn’t two minutes before Shou was snoring softly, a tuft of bright red hair the only thing visible from the nest he’d made of the sleeping bag. Teru gave up after half an hour of lying awake, staring at the ceiling. He pulled out his binoculars and examined the building below, but the dim light from the street lamps failed to reveal anything new from this angle. No sudden signs pointing conveniently to Reigen’s precise location, so that Teru could dash in, get Reigen safely back to Spirits & Such, and return everything to normal.
Shou turned over in his sleep and sighed. Teru glanced at him, a bit wistful. He uncrossed and re-crossed his legs, fighting the impulse to get up and pace. Instead, he forced his limbs to relax, hoping the twitchiness would fade on its own. He examined the empty office space again, first merely what he could see from that spot, and then jumping on the excuse of poking into the bathrooms and shadowy corners to get up and walk around. After a thorough examination, he sat back down on his blanket. He was immediately hit with the urge to check it all again.
He slumped, pressing a hand to his face. By focusing on the mission and with Shou there to talk to, he’d been able to ignore or excuse his growing unease all day. But now he’d lost those foci, and could no longer ignore the issue without lying to himself.
Damn it. Fucking Claw.
Teru sighed, and finally acknowledged the irrational fears reawakened by Reigen’s abduction, which were never as buried as he liked to pretend. These were the fears of a hunted child, that had spawned habits of constant vigilance, and instant violence, and a push to grow skilled enough so that he would never have to worry about being a victim again. He’d be a hero like in the movies, made powerful -but unscathed- by his past. Or, so he’d thought.
Regardless, Claw was gone now, doomed by its own avarice. The monster that had conquered or devoured every esper it encountered, gorging itself on power and yet never reaching satiation, had finally run up against one who refused to be consumed. Shigeo had ripped the head from the beast, and Claw had crumbled to ash, its members defeated or reforged. Claw’s demise had brought Teru a peace he hadn’t realized he’d craved, and if he hadn’t owed Shigeo the world before…
‘…that’s so idiotic I couldn’t even begin to explain where that kind of thinking came from…’
Teru flinched. Shou had, without realizing it, just told him that his childhood boogieman was born from precisely the same ideas that he had once espoused to anyone who would stand still long enough. And given that he would make them stand still and listen, if necessary, that was quite a lot of people.
I’m not like that anymore, he told himself crossly. That’s the old me. I’m a different person now.
He wished he was as good at convincing himself as he was with everyone else.
Watching the building now, Teru couldn’t help but long for the reassurance of Shigeo’s immeasurable pool of power at his side. But then again, returning Shigeo’s master before he’d even noticed he was gone was a gift too good to pass up. Teru reassured himself once again that they’d certainly, definitely done the right thing by not telling him Reigen was gone. There was no reason he should feel guilty about not telling him. And there was certainly no reason why he should feel guilty that he wasn’t rushing in right now, right this very second, to get Reigen out. No reason at all; it was completely illogical.
Teru pulled his blanket over to the wall so that he could lean back, but didn’t have to lay all the way down, trying to trick his brain into relaxing enough to sleep. He watched the sky lighten, streaked with orange and red and pink, not a cloud in sight. The sun rose in jumps each time he opened his eyes from the light doze that was all he could manage, and Teru fought the inclination to wake up Shou just for the riot of complaints he knew would keep his own thoughts at bay.
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“Ah, you’re awake. Good.”
Reigen turned to the door, interrupted mid-pace by the return of Nagata and the silent shadows of the guards.
As if you haven’t been watching me this whole time, you prick, he thought with irritation and a twinge of claustrophobia. He hadn’t quite been able to ignore the steadily blinking light of the camera ever since he’d woken up, groggy from either not enough sleep or too much. Without a phone, he had no idea how long he’d slept. Or even how long he’d been there.
I should probably wear a watch, he mused. All fancy businessmen wear watches, why haven’t I thought of this before. And then the next time I get abducted, I’ll be prepared -”
“Ahem.”
Reigen blinked. Nagata was staring at him, looking slightly miffed that Reigen wasn’t hanging on his every word.
“I said, I’m curious why you didn’t bother changing?”
They both looked at the set of fatigues, still folded neatly on the desk where Reigen had found them upon waking up.
“Forgive me, but I would have assumed you’d want to change out of the clothes you’d been wearing for almost two days. I'm sorry if they’re not quite to your… exacting tastes,” a sideways glance at Reigen’s cheaply-made and slightly-too-large suit, “but I’m afraid the only other spare clothing we have are prisoners’ jumpsuits. I thought you might prefer this…?”
He sounded almost wounded that his ‘gift’ had been rejected. Reigen fought not to roll his eyes. Yet he was startled to hear he’d only been here for a couple of days – it felt much longer than that. He also wasn’t about to admit that not only had he been feeling too vulnerable to give up his last remaining possessions, but also that a change of clothes into something so distinct would interfere with his plans. Instead, he simply shrugged and mumbled something indistinct, not meeting Nagata’s eyes.
Nagata contemplated him a moment more, face blanker than Reigen would have liked.
“Are you ready to return to our earlier conversation?”
“Oh… um. Y-yes, yes.” Reigen swallowed loudly. He wiped sweaty palms on his pants. “Yes, I think I’m ready.”
Nagata smiled in condescending approval. He waved the esper guards out the door, as he had last time, then pulled the single chair out and gestured for Reigen to take a seat. Instead, Reigen hesitated, and began tentatively.
“Listen, I was wondering… it, um, it would be nice to be able to walk around for a bit… stretch my legs, as it were, it’s a bit cramped in here… perhaps, we could take a walk while we chat?”
A line dented between Nagata’s eyebrows in an immediate frown of displeasure. “How about we have our discussion here, first, and then you can take a walk for as long as you want, all on your own?”
Reigen turned his gaze slowly to the door, behind which he knew the guards were standing. He waited.
“Ah, well, yes, but the guards will maintain a distance, of course. They’d be just close enough to keep you in eyesight.”
“That’s… you and I both know that distance doesn’t make a difference with… them. Sir,” he hastily remembered to add.
“Then we’ll come up with another arrangement.” Nagata’s words were too clipped, the information he wanted tantalizingly just beyond his reach. He sat in the chair instead of waiting for Reigen to take it, to reinforce that he wasn’t leaving.
Reigen bit his lip, and looked at the ground. He rubbed the knuckles of one hand with the other, then tapped his fingers against his thighs. He shuffled his feet, glancing at the door again and edging away from it, just a little, as though nervous of the people behind it even with solid steel between them. He looked everywhere but at the agent, who sat intently before him, his building annoyance crackling through the air. Reigen held the silence for five seconds… ten…
“I… I’m sorry, I… I’m not sure… I think I need some more time to think it over, after all…”
Nagata’s eyes narrowed. Reigen fought to not hold his breath.
Nagata studied Reigen, and tapped his fingers on the desk. Abruptly he stood up from the chair, straightening his clothing of nonexistent wrinkles. “On second thought, walking and talking is good for the mind. Promotes clarity, and reflection. Let’s take a walk, just the two of us, hmm, Mr. Reigen? The guards can wait here until we come back.”
Reigen hesitated again before speaking. “Ah… yes. Okay. Um. Thank you.”
Nagata opened the door, firmly instructing the esper guards to remain there while he took the nervous, powerless, defenseless captive out for a walk around the facility. He didn’t even turn to look behind him as he began walking down the hall. Reigen followed docilely behind.
To Reigen’s surprise, Nagata didn’t immediately continue pressing him. He simply walked, with an occasional glance Reigen’s way, but slowly enough that Reigen could study their surroundings.
There wasn’t much to see, as he recalled from the hazy journey to his cell. Blank hallways, devoid of windows and décor; no billboards for memos or morale-boosting friendly office betting pools. For that matter, he only saw a couple of employees. Another black-clad woman whispered something to her older companion as Nagata and Reigen passed, who shook their graying head. A young bureaucrat or secretary with arms full of a stack of papers turned a corner, took one look at the two of them, and turned to scurry in the opposite direction. Reigen had to bite the inside of his cheek to hold back a casual “Huh, you always keep so few employees around in the middle of the day?”
For the middle of the day it was – as they turned another corner, he got his first glimpse of gleaming sunlight in what felt like weeks. Reigen stared around in surprise; they were on the second floor of the building, with a railing separating them from the open air above a large, eerily welcoming atrium. Brightly lit with natural light, a wall of windows formed the front of the building, through which a normal city road and accompanying sidewalks could be seen. The atrium looked more like the entrance floor of a large bank than a highly-secure government facility, although it was as empty as the rest of the building’s halls.
Reigen couldn’t help a raised brow at Nagata. “Didn’t realize the government was so welcoming to prying eyes and public opinions on your operations. Say, what’s the general consensus on abduction? ‘Cause I’d like to add my two cents.”
Nagata ignored him, watching someone in a finely-tailored suit walk swiftly past on the sidewalk outside. “The glass is bulletproof, and one-sided – we’re not as visible to them as it appears. Nor as vulnerable.” He looked up, directly across the space. “For example, there are shutters, should we need them.”
Reigen followed his gaze, eye-level on the opposite side of the wall from where they stood. Sure enough, there were rolls of thick metal waiting to close over the windows at a moment’s notice. The sight was a shock in contrast to the atrium’s first impression, and he gave the large space a second look with a more critical eye.
There were cameras everywhere, on the ceilings, on the walls; some with obvious red blinking lights, and probably some he couldn’t even see. There were also several odd blank metal panels set into the walls – weapons lockers, perhaps, though his imagination could spin something worse. The panels blended in just fine with the tastefully bland decor unless you knew to look for things that seemed just a bit… off.
This wasn’t merely a front; this whole place could be easily turned into a conveniently-located trap. Reigen felt cold just thinking about the possibilities.
Nagata was watching him again, leaning on one elbow resting on the bannister. He had apparently decided this was a good place to continue their ‘chat’. Reigen, his rapidly-adapting plan whirring in the back of his mind, certainly had no objections.
“So tell me, Mr. Reigen – given that you’re in the industry of being a psychic without actually being psychic, I’m curious. Was it worth it to hire an esper employee, or do you find all the additional violence in your life hasn’t made up for the validation it provides for your business?”
For one horror-stricken second Reigen thought that he, that Mob , had been found out, until he realized Nagata was referring to Serizawa. Still, he didn’t like what those words implied; he paused before saying, slowly, “I’m not sure what you mean by that.”
“Well, may I be frank?” Nagata continued without waiting for an assent. “You seem more… cautious around espers than I would have expected, for someone on record for spending so much time with one in your daily life. But their world is a dangerous and vicious one, and I can only assume that having to deal with the messes a psychically-gifted thug instigates has led to experiences that taught you that kind of caution.”
Reigen turned away before Nagata could see his expression. He himself didn’t want to know what his face looked like.
“It’s the kind of behavior I’d expect, from someone with his past.” Nagata must have taken his silence for agreement. “He and his friends are a bunch of former terrorists. Honestly I’m not sure how they got away scot-free the first time; Joseph was never very clear about it. Something about a pass from the Prime Minister. Though of course, he’s one of them as well, so who knows what really went down…”
He moved just a little closer, and lowered his voice. Out of Nagata’s line of sight, Reigen finally allowed his hands to curl into fists.
“Mr. Reigen, I know you must be concerned with the repercussions. But we can help you. We can make sure that, whoever it is, never knows it was you who told us. So tell me. Is it Serizawa Katsuya, or one of his friends? Multiple of them working together, perhaps? The way they tend to band together, it wouldn’t surprise me.”
And with that, Reigen officially couldn’t take it anymore.
“Mr. Nagata. I’m so sorry for the abject failure in your upbringing that caused you to become such a miserable person. Or maybe it’s just that your character is so flawed, there was never any hope for you.”
Nagata stared at him, blinking rapidly, trying to process the sudden shift in conversation and demeanor.
“But in case there’s hope for you yet, allow me to fill you in on some missed lessons.” Reigen stepped forward, closer to Nagata, who had the look of a deer in headlights as he hastily tried to figure out what had gone awry.
“Some people choose to be good, and some people choose to be bad. This is true of everyone, whether they have psychic powers or not. Therefore, there are psychic people who choose to be good, like my associates have done. Just some coincidentally-psychic people who, despite errors in their pasts, now want to live normal lives and contribute to society the best that they can.”
Reigen leaned a little closer.
“And following the same line of logic, there are, of course, non-psychic people who choose to be bad.”
Reigen smiled, a bright baring of teeth. Then he sunk his fist into Nagata’s face with the full force of his weight behind it.*
Nagata fell back against the balcony’s railing, hands going instinctively out to catch himself. Reigen kept moving, using the momentum from the punch to twist, sweeping a leg up for a follow-up kick. With all his focus on the movement, he barely gave notice to his weakly-protesting conscience before switching his aim to as high on Nagata’s chest as he could, high enough for just the right amount of leverage...
He drove his heel into the top of Nagata’s sternum. Nagata tipped over the balcony, and plunged out of sight.
Reigen didn’t wait to see the results; he’d just have to hope Nagata didn’t land badly enough for the fall to be fatal. He skidded to the staircase, leaping down stairs two or three at a time, and bolted for the front door. He flung himself at it, hoping desperately that it would open…
It did. But not quietly.
Reigen ran out the door, almost blinded by the brilliant sunlight, hysteria bubbling into a shriek of startled laughter to match the cacophony of dozens of screeching alarms. Alarms that did not quite mask the pounding echo of military boots, setting panic to nip at his heels.
(*Punching Sleazy Bureaucrats Right in the Fucking Face, Reigen’s Secret Technique)
#mp100#mob psycho 100#mp100 fanfiction#serirei#shifting perspectives#didn't QUITE manage it by my birthday but i was close#my fics#ummmm sorry again about the cliffie?
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Episode 11-- And We Shall Be Atlas
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[The Frankenstein house. Afternoon. We hear Victor flipping through pages]
CHRISTINE
Victor--
VICTOR
Hold on.
CHRISTINE
You need to take a break.
VICTOR
No. No, I'm-- I'm close, I can feel it.
HENRY
You've been "close" for over a week now. You're hyperfocusing again.
VICTOR
And? If it gets me closer to figuring out what's going on--
CHRISTINE
Victor, please. I understand, but you need to take care of yourself, too.
VICTOR
I am taking care of myself! This is-- [A breath as he calms himself down] I need this. If she knew something, then…. Look, I’m-- I’m not gonna just sit around and hope that things work out. I can’t, I…. There’s a connection here somewhere. I just have to figure out what mom knew.
CHRISTINE
And when was the last time you slept?
VICTOR
What day is it?
HENRY
For fuck's sake. Christine’s right. At least go take a shower. Rest your brain for a bit.
VICTOR
...Okay.
[He exits the room. We hear the bathroom door close behind him]
HENRY
Jesus, that guy. If I get like that about a project I'm working on, just slap me across the face, okay?
CHRISTINE
He's passionate, I'll give him that.
HENRY
He's fucked up, is what he is. And I mean that in the nicest way possible. He's terrified, so he's using this to take his mind off it and gain some feeling of control over the situation.
CHRISTINE
That psych degree is serving you well.
HENRY
Didn't need the psych degree for that one. Just a degree in understanding Victor Frankenstein. Which is arguably more challenging.
CHRISTINE
[Laughs]
I can imagine. You've been doing well so far, though.
HENRY
...I thought I was. [He sighs] I mean, I know depression symptoms, anxiety, PTSD. It's all basic stuff. But… it's different when you're just listing them off for a test, you know? Seeing it in action, when it's suddenly real…. I barely recognize him.
CHRISTINE
He's going to get through this, Henry. And as much as you might want to, you can't hold yourself responsible for making sure he knows that.
HENRY
I know. Doesn't mean I can't try, though.
CHRISTINE
Oh, he left his phone recording.
HENRY
Perfect. You listening, future Victor? Here's your reminder that I care about you, you son of a bitch. So I don't wanna hear you talking about how you don't have anyone, don't even think it. You've got us two badasses right here.
CHRISTINE
Damn right!
HENRY
[More serious now]
...Honestly. I…. I want you to be okay, man. I hate seeing you like this. We're all going through shit. But don't think that means you can't count on us to be there. Me and you, that’s always been the way things work, right? It’s just us against the world. The rest of the world. Nothing’s gonna change that. I promise. [Beat.] And that's my emotional vulnerability quota for the week!
CHRISTINE
...You know, you have a right to be open, too.
HENRY
What do you mean?
CHRISTINE
Henry, how are you coping with everything?
HENRY
Fine. I’m on my feet-- Well, feet plus a cane. I’m home. I’m fine. ...I’m always fine.
CHRISTINE
But you don’t have to be.
HENRY
...I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. It’s like everything changed overnight. Almost twenty years, it was always the three of us. And now suddenly Elliot’s gone, and Victor’s… like this. Not to mention my whole situation. I’m… working on it. I’ll be fine.
CHRISTINE
...Well, if you change your mind.
HENRY
Not to turn the tables and completely change the subject, but I’ve got some questions.
CHRISTINE
Okay, hit me.
HENRY
At Dr Walton’s. I just felt like there was something… off about your bit.
CHRISTINE
What do you mean?
HENRY
I dunno, like… you were leaving something out.
CHRISTINE
Nothing relevant.
HENRY
Wanna share with the class, just in case?
CHRISTINE
...When Raoul came looking for me, he had help. A person who said that they knew Erik. I couldn’t get much more information from them, but they said they were from Persia.
HENRY
...Doesn’t Persia like…
CHRISTINE
Not exist anymore? Yeah. So that definitely stood out. But I wasn’t about to question them, there were more important things going on. Plus, questioning the person who’s probably saving your life isn’t the best idea. And... I don’t know, there was just something about them, I couldn’t put my finger on it. But they helped Raoul find me and said that they wanted to make sure that Erik didn’t hurt anyone else.
HENRY
Well they did a shit job. [Beat.] What the hell’ve we got in this book, anyway? [He starts flipping through pages of the journal] Bunch of different languages, circles, and lines. [Sarcastic] Great. Definitely something we can work with. No doubt we’ll be able to figure this out. God, my head just hurts looking at it. Your Persian friend know anything about these?
CHRISTINE
They never said anything to suggest they do. I have no idea how to get in contact with them again. The only person who might have an idea is Erik....
HENRY
Well fuck that idea, then.
CHRISTINE
I obviously understand why you and Victor wouldn’t want to, but it couldn’t hurt if I went by myself and--
HENRY
Really? It couldn’t hurt? I know you spent a lot of time with him, but he did kidnap you and try to force you to marry him. It could hurt you.
CHRISTINE
He wouldn’t do that, not to me.
HENRY
You don’t know that. Did you miss the part where he literally abducted you?
CHRISTINE
You going to diagnose me, doctor?
HENRY
[Scoffs]
I’m being serious. Look, I don’t really know you. That doesn’t mean I can’t be concerned for your safety.
CHRISTINE
[Sighs]
I appreciate it. And you know, you’re probably right. No need to risk provoking him.
HENRY
We’ll keep your buddy in mind. For now…. [He flips through the journal again] Maybe all this is nothing. I mean, Caroline never gave off any spooky vibes or anything. Maybe Victor’s paranoia is getting the better of him.
CHRISTINE
Do you really believe that?
HENRY
...I sure would like to.
CHRISTINE
But….
HENRY
But I’m not an idiot. This, [He rustles the pages] isn’t a coincidence. Who just writes secret messages and draws weird symbols just for the hell of it? It’s not impossible, but it’s not likely, either.
CHRISTINE
[After a beat]
“War.”
HENRY
What.
CHRISTINE
Right here. I can’t read most of it, but Guerre, that’s French.
HENRY
You would know French, you fancy motherfucker. [A small laugh] So we have “Something something, war, something something something”. Fantastic progress.
CHRISTINE
It’s something. And add that to the fact that this is the symbol that Professor Crane recognized when we went up to Ingleside….
HENRY
And we might actually be getting somewhere.
CHRISTINE
Fingers crossed that the rest goes smoothly.
HENRY
...Another question.
CHRISTINE
Okay?
HENRY
You're always asking us how we're handling everything. How are you handling it?
CHRISTINE
Henry, I appreciate it, but--
HENRY
Nope. Don't tell me that you're not at least a little freaked out by all of this. First with literally everything about Erik, now all the… ghosts or whatever.
CHRISTINE
Don't let Victor hear you say the G Word.
HENRY
[Laughing]
Seriously. But I mean it. This has gotta be difficult to process. I mean, it sure as hell is for me. And Victor can be a bit overwhelming, even when he’s somewhat okay. You can’t tell me you’re not having even a little bit of trouble with it.
CHRISTINE
I guess, yeah. I've known about Erik's origins for a while now, so I'm used to that. But I'll admit, everything else is…. Well, it's going to take some time to really get comfortable with it.
HENRY
Well. At least you won't have to do it alone.
CHRISTINE
Thank goodness for that. For both of us. You've been doing really well with it, though.
HENRY
...Have I, though?
CHRISTINE
What do you mean?
HENRY
With Victor. He's…. I mean, look at the shit he did. I know he didn't mean to hurt anyone, but come on.
CHRISTINE
Are you upset with him?
HENRY
Maybe? Not as much as he expected me to be, even if I really should be. If that were the case, I wouldn't be getting involved in… whatever this is. But things are still weird between us. He obviously just wants things to go back to how they used to be, and yeah we're headed in that direction. But I still feel like he…. [He trails off, having lost the words] Shit, what's it called? Never mind. Things are fucked up, and I'm not sure how quickly I should be readjusting.
CHRISTINE
You two are made for each other, you know.
HENRY
[A little too quickly]
What?
CHRISTINE
You guys always try and make everything into a science project. This isn't chemistry, Henry. There's no set formula for this sort of thing. We just have to do our best to figure it out on a case-by-case basis.
HENRY
How did we get back to my bullshit again?
CHRISTINE
It's a talent of mine.
HENRY
Someday, you're gonna let me help you.
CHRISTINE
You'll have to drag it out of me, Dr Clerval.
[The bathroom door opens]
HENRY
There he is. Feel better?
VICTOR
Yeah…. Thank you.
HENRY
Any monumental shower breakthroughs?
VICTOR
More like breakdowns. [A moment of concerned silence] That was a joke. Look, guys, I really do appreciate your help, but… I think I just need some time to myself. Just to… unwind a bit.
CHRISTINE
Promise you'll text us if you need anything?
VICTOR
Sure.
HENRY
Want me to order you lunch?
VICTOR
No, I-- I'm good. I'll make something.
HENRY
I want you to send me a picture of it so I know you're not bullshitting me, okay?
VICTOR
Fine.
HENRY
And if you send me a picture of another damn Hot Pocket, I swear I will lose it. [Victor sighs] I mean it. I'm talking an actual meal, minimum one vegetable.
VICTOR
[Laughing]
Goodbye, Clerval.
NEXT EPISODE➝
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Trucking right along, guys! We’ll be done before you know it!
51: If you were given a chance to make a request to Horikoshi, what would it be? I would request a full blown Todoroki centric arc. Like, Deku can fuck off for 100 chapters for all I care, I want to know this family’s history from front to back. What kind of environment was Endeavor raised in? Does that explain why he has such an obsessive goal of being number 1 or is it literally just a rivalry with All Might? Speaking of, did they go to school together? Tell me more. Was it an arranged marriage or did he meet his wife in a normal situation and fall in love with her? How was their relationship before the kids? Whats the deal with Dabi? Please just give me the Todoroki backstory in its entirety so I can die in peace.
52: Sing you to sleep? Jiro, no questions asked. I can’t wait for the anime to get to the culture festival so we can hear her angelic voice in action.
53: Cuddle with? Fat Gum! He looks super comfy!
54: Too pure/innocent character? Probably Nejire tbh. Her curious naivety is cute but I worry for what the life of a pro hero would do to someone with that kind of personality.
55: Deserve better? Endeavor deserves better than to be judged armchair psychiatrists whose PHd was printed off from the same website where you can become an ordained minister.
56: Wish to have a no tragic background? Dabi, probably. It remains to be seen what exactly the canon explanation is but I have a feeling its not gonna’ be pretty even if he’s not a Todoroki.
57: Most likely to be a gentleman? My instincts tell me that Fat Gum is probably quite the gentleman in an almost backwoods kind of way. That is to say, he’s a hot blooded country bumpkin samurai with a heart of gold. Now, I’m basing that bit of characterization on the fan-translated manga which gave him some interesting verbal tics that seemed to imply he doesn’t speak the same way the kids from the big city do SO I’m quite interested to hear how he talks in the anime when we get to it in 2019.
58: Fave old/middle-aged character (30+)? I’m not saying Endeavor is old but he is approaching silver fox territory and I’m more than okay with that.
59: Fav Opening song? Odd Future, hands down. Gonna’ listen to it right now, thanks.
60: Fave ending theme? The fantasy setting one.
61: Fave voice actor? I’ve really gotta’ give Bakugou’s seiyuu credit for his performance. Not only all that growling and screaming, no doubt straining his vocal chords every week no matter how much training he’s had, but also for really selling that line when he was abducted by the villains.
62: Fave Character song? *sweats nervously* I ... I haven’t listened to any of the character songs ... Do they actually exist?
63: Fave OST? Uh, what?
64: Fave battle(s)? Without spoiling too much, I’ll just say that Deku vs. Bakugou round 2 is gonna’ be a great episode and I’m really looking forward to the hero vs. villain fight we’re ramping up to in the current episode.
65: Most shocking plot twist/unexpected scene? Me subscribing to the Dabi-is-a-Todoroki theme. Ummm, not to get too spoilery but I think almost everything at the end of the Yakuza arc was pretty unexpected based on all that had happened up until that point.
66: Selfie with? I would love nothing more than to take a selfie with Bakugou’s grumpy ass. I know that might sound a little weird but I’m actually being completely serious.
67: Study in a library with? I would like to make some lewd, sex-in-the-library related joke but knowing who I am as a person, I probably legitimately need the help so I’d probably be best off with Momo or Shoto.
68: Most underrated character? Probably Tokoyami. I’m damn close to stanning him and I demand more content of his edgy bird boy immediately.
69: Most overrated character? Present Mic. He’s really not all that and I don’t get this fascination with him.
70: If you desire to see one’s ending? Who would it be? I’m not entirely sure what this is asking but if you mean who do I want to see die, it’d be either Mineta or Aoyama.
71: Change Character design? I wouldn’t change any design because Horikoshi worked hard on these characters and it would be downright foolish of me to think that I knew better than him.
72: Looks like a cinnamon roll, but it is a cinnamon roll? Nejire tbh.
73: Cinnamon roll but would actually kill you? Toga.
74: Looks like would actually kill you, but it is a cinnamon roll? Bakugou.
75: Looks like would actually kill you, and would actually kill you. Endeavor lol
76: Over sexualized character? In canon or by the fandom? Because overall, I’d say that Horikoshi doesn’t sexualize his girls very often but as per usual the fandom goes hog wild on everything and there is absolutely nothing wrong with doing that to fictional characters.
77: Cook with? I bet Fat Gum knows how to cook and he could show me some pointers. It’d be fun to cook with Tamaki too, so he could show off his quirk at every turn.
78: Funniest character? Honestly there is no character that sounds out to me as being particularly funny but my sense of humor is also severely warped so take that with a grain of salt.
79: Best hardening quirk: Tetsutetsu/Kirishima? I’m gonna’ side with Kirishima on this one.
80: Whose penis would be painful to be fucked? (LOL) Am I answering questions written by a 12 year old? Just asking. So, I headcanon that Endeavor is pretty well endowed and the haters will have to literally tear that fat cock out of my cold, unresponsive hands.I also think Fat Gum is packing because the kanji in his name mean ‘thick’ and ‘full’ which, yeah, if you’re an unimaginative prude that just means they’re talking about his fat body but to me, an intellectual, all I’m seeing is dick. Incidentally, I think All Might is pretty big too (essentially all of the bara’s)
81: Best Goth character? Tokoyami is the closest we’ve got.
82: Shop with? Endeavor because he has plenty of money to spend on me and he seems like the type who wouldn’t even spare the cheap shit a second glance which is a sentiment I appreciate as a boujee bitch.
83: Fave OVA? There were only two so this isn’t even much of a choice, but I liked the zombie one.
84: Would you let Momo spoil you with her quirk? I would let literally anyone spoil me because I’m an attention starved materialist.
85: Villain that you’d wish to be a hero? Eh, probably Gentle. Maybe if he’d been able to become a hero we could’ve avoided that shoehorned appearance of his in the middle of the culture festival.
86: Needs to calm down? Honestly probably Inasa. He’s gonna’ be so damn loud in the anime ... but I can’t wait to see him anyway!
And with that my friends, we have reached the end! Apparently we just weren’t able to come up with a few more questions to round us out at an even 100 which I’m quite thankful for which means that I can finally go to bed! orz Thanks for sticking around with me through these trying times, your patience is much appreciated!
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92 Asks Game!
I’m finally doing this. I thought it would be fun and i’m bored af so here we go:
Tagged by: @just-a-crazy-nerd love you <3
LAST
1) Drink: Water (gotta stay hydrated y’all)
2) Phone call: My Dad.
3) Text message: “My legs are dead. All I wanna do is sleep but I have to do music homework” to my friend like a week ago (I don’t text much lmao).
4) Song listened to: Sumertime, By My Chemical Romance
5) Time you cried: Maybe 2 days ago? (I was really sad over MCR), but the last time I really, like really cried was maybe last week.
HAVE YOU EVER
6) Dated somebody twice: ahaha twice? You’re so funny. I haven’t dated someone once...
7) Been cheated on: My cat once slept on my sisters bed instead of mine so that counts.
8) Kissed someone and regretted it: What don’t you get about FOREVER ALONE HERE.
9) Lost someone special: Perhaps, It kinda depends really what you count as “lost”. But yeah, unfortunately.
10) Been depressed: I have been in dark mindsets a lot lately.
11) Gotten drunk and puked: Never been drunk before (I am so cool like that)
THREE FAVOURITE COLOURS
12) Probably Blue, But to narrow it down: Teal
13) Rich purple
14) Probably black
IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU
15) Made new friends: Tons (ilysm guys)
16) Fallen out of love: no (kinda yes... but William doesn’t count)
17) Laughed until you cried: Yes, Yesterday (we were bottle flipping and then someone made a seal noise, don’t even get me started)
18) Found out someone was gossiping about you: Hopefully not, there’s not much to gossip about when it comes to me.
19) Met someone who changed your life: If Discovering MCR counts... then yes.
20) Found out who your true friends are: *Ahem*... yes...
21) Kissed someone on your Facebook list: Haha this list of asks is so funny. what don’t you get about NOT BEEN KISSED EVER... *cries*
HOW MANY/MUCH
22) Facebook friends: like almost 400? idek. (I know them all in person btw, i’m not one of those weirdos that just friends anybody). I barely use FB tbh
23) Pets: oh boy.... I have 6 cats guys... thats right, you can call me the crazy cat lady.
24) Want to change your name: My last name yes. Quick, somebody marry me
WHAT
25) Did I get for my birthday: A Spongebob birthday cake, a Vampire Diaries pillow, depression um what... I got to eat all my fave foods in one day, that was pretty special even though i threw up at the end of it
26) Time I woke up: like 9:30?
27) Were you doing at midnight: Watching Frerard video edits...
28) Can’t you wait for: FOR ME TO ORDER MCR MERCH AS A TRIBUTE ON MARCH 22 *cries and dies*
29) Was the last time you saw your mom: like 4 hours ago.
30) Was something you wish you could change about your life: I sometimes wish I was born 10 years earlier but then I remember... there’d be no quality memes for a long time...
31) Are you listening to right now: MCR, what else honestly...
32) Gets on your nerves: When people make up those shitty things like “ UR NOT A TRUE FAN UNLESS YOU HAVE THIS OR DO THIS BLAH BLAH” like stfu, I am a fan in my own way. Racists, Homophobes, just basically anyone who thinks they have the right to tell you not to be yourself, like seriously, fuck off.
33) Talked to a person named Tom: My cat is called Tom, so that counts.
34) Is your most visited website: Tumblr, no doubt (or YouTube or guitar tabs, or Putlocker lets be honest)
35) Elementary school/primary school: I can’t even remember tbh and I ain’t tellin you
36) High School: The one I’m at now. Ha, got ya
37) College: n o , I am too young, gosh
38) Hair colour: Brown/ Blonde (streaks, naturally from sun lmao)
39) Long/short hair: I just cut it all off this year. Think 1920′s hair and that’s me.
40) Crush: There’s a cute guy in my chem class but that’s about it #foreveralone
41) Do you like about yourself: My final wakeup call of music interests. I used to be so shallow in that department. Um.... I guess I like the fact that I get on better with older people (I skipped a year at school so all my classmates are a year older anyways) idek. There’s not really much to like.
42) Piercings: 1 on each ear (i’m thinking of getting a second set) But I barely wear earrings tbh
43) Blood type: Idk, it would be cool to know tho
44) Nickname: Some of my friends call me Em but barely. Emy / Emz by family (if any of you call me that, it’ll be weird lmao) PLEASE START A TREND...CALL ME EM
45) Relationship status: single as a pringle and not ready to mingle please i have anxiety *daydreams about meeting perfect boy*
46) Zodiac: Scorpio yeah boi
47) Pronouns: she/her
48) Favourite show: Supernatural, Miraculous Ladybug (don’t call me a kid for watching it I swear I’ll end u ahaha), Rick and Morty, The Vampire Diaries... I could go on for days
49) Tattoos: I always think they’re a cool concept but i’d probably chicken out at the last minute, so no
50) Left or right handed: right
FIRST
51) Surgery: I got a tooth removed quite a few years back, I went under genral anaesthetic and everything.
52) Piercings: Ears
53) Best friend: Gabby, We don’t talk anymore sadly but I still love her <3
54) Sport: Ummm well i’ve always loved badminton but i’ve never taken a serious sport class before lmao
55) Vacation: I’m pretty sure it was to Melbourne, Australia, We saw some really cool outdoor art and went to see Wicked at some theater, that’s all I remember.
56) Pair of shoes: Say wat?
RIGHT NOW
57) Eating: I wish I was eating
58) Drinking: the dead souls of my enemies wait what
59) I am about to: Rearrange my sitting position and continue to write this long ass ask thing.
60) Listening to: The End, My Chemical Romance
61) Waiting for: My sis to get home so I can use her credit card to buy MCR merch, no really, this is the truth. I n e e ed it
62) Want to see: MCR get back together in 2019 for at least a reunion song or SOMETHING PLEASE. Also, a Panic! concert because I missed the last one in my country. ALSO a Supernatural Convention
63) Want to get married: Well it would be nice, gotta find a guy first, there’s the hard part
64) Career: I never know... I like to think that my dream is to be in a band but that aint ever gonna happen. I really wanna do something that can help people idek.
WHICH IS BETTER
65) Hugs/kisses: Well i’ve never kissed anyone and I lOvE HuGs, THEY ARE JUST SO NICE, LIKE AHHH GIMME UR LOVE, GIMME HUUUGGSSS. If I ever meet any of you in person, I’ll be really shy, but know deep down that all I wanna do is HUG YOU SNDKJGSND.
66) Lips/eyes: Eyes hold secrets, I love them
67) Taller/shorter: gimme da toll peeps, But I love the smol beans too
68) Younger/older: It depends
69) Romantic/spontaneous: probably spontaneous just to keep me on my toes.
70) Nice arms/nice stomach: um wat? idek i dont pay attention to that
71) Sensitive/loud: Sensitive
72) Hookup/relationship: Relationship definitely
73) Troublemaker/hesitant: Hesitant alien
HAVE YOU EVER
74) Kissed a stranger: W h A t D o N t Y o U g E t A b O u T i T... I AINT KISSED NOBODY BEFORE. gosh, way to rub it in *cries*
75) Drank hard liquor: well. i’ve tried some heavy stuff before but it was a sip and I spat it out coz it literally tasted like p o i s o n. Alcohol is so gross
76) Lost glasses/contact lenses: Don’t need glasses
77) Turned someone down: ??? There hasn’t been anyone to turn down god damnit
78) Canoodling on a first date: They gotta earn that, so no
79) Broken someone’s heart: I sure as hell hope not.
80) Had your own heart broken: mcr breaks my heart E V E R Y GOD DAMN DAY
81) Been arrested: no, I am a good gal
82) Cried when someone died: yes, my grandmother
83) Fallen for a friend: Oh boy, yesyesyes
DO YOU BELIEVE IN
84) Yourself: Not really, but I want to.
85) Miracles: I wish for them but I don’t really think they occur
86) Santa Claus: No, I actually never believed in him when I think about it
87) Kisses on a first date: YAS when it’s been all perfect and he walks ya up to your door ABJISLBHDLBHLA
88) Angels: um... Castiel???
89) Love at first sight: Yes but not like first sight, more like first discussion, when you can instantly click with someone in that first moment idk.
OTHER
90) Best friend’s name: Can I just list all my tumblr friends names? Because YOU GUYS ARE ACTUALLY ALL MY FAVES, YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU <3
91) Eye color: Grey Blue
92) Favourite movie: idek there are so many but: The Abduction Club, is one of my faves, Singin’ in the Rain, Sing Street, and that’s all that’s coming to mind atm.
I tag: (all my BEAUTIFUL AMAZING tumblr frens I mentioned before) @omg-i-cannot-even @shipsareamazing123 @mychemicalchinchilla @potterlock5ever @immacrazyfangirl @trashholeofshittybandstuff @shadowgirl077 @that-awkward-fangirl @lizbeth-loves-bobear @anyone i forgot and anyone who wants to do it! go ahead! <3
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