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meiieiri · 7 months

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Something about JJK 236 is bothering me

That fight...was awesome, but it could have gone better.

Other than the fact that I'm currently in mourning over our king's garish demise (don't get me wrong, I do want him to be happy in the afterlife and I'm slowly coming to terms with his death, it's just I can't really process all this yet), I'm still a bit confused how we got here so quickly.

I have countless questions and I know Gege will probably brush this off in the coming chapters and pull yet another meeska-mooska-Mickey Mouse Clubhouse move.

But there is one that lingers in my mind up to this day:

Remember during the Fearsome Womb Arc when Yuji and Sukuna deliberated with each other on the possible resurrection or re-animation of Itadori's body via a deathmatch?

Yeah. We all know Sukuna, the king of all curses, is a master at one-shotting his opponent. Just take a look at what he did to our best rose-colored boy who went from this:

To this, in a split second (lmao):

Yeah, yeah, I've read all the “copium” theories from other Gojo fans such as myself who are kinda on the fence when it comes to accepting Gojo's death as being final or not, but, let me bring this back real quick to the matter at hand.

Sukuna went for the head with Itadori. Of course, maybe he did that to shut him up sure, but what I'm getting at is, the head is the singlemost critical point to hit when it comes to sorcery dogfights.

He knows this.

And he probably knows that Gojo Satoru, the darling of the heavens, the uncontested gem of Jujutsu Society, is a reverse cursed technique user. Pretty obvious thing to catch since Satoru had been using RCT the entire showdown to heal his countless critical wounds.

So, Sukuna, in all his centuries of wreaking havoc on the world, should know that the only way to permanently kill a sorcerer who uses RCT is by targeting the head. There were so many instances in this entire deathmatch that we are completely blown away by Sukuna's prowess and overall mastery of Jujutsu.

Can you imagine the amount of practice he's had over the years with other "greatest sorcerer of their generation"s? He knows the ins and outs of Jujutsu like scripture, which is exactly what kept Gojo Satoru on his backfoot for some parts of their skirmish.

Now, here's the thing that's bothering me:

I liken Sukuna as something like a super computer. All that battle experience is readily available to him like some Jujutsu techniques data bank, not to mention, Mahoraga's adaptation clearly gave him yet another advantage in this fight for the title of the strongest.

He knows Satoru Gojo has been frying his brain using Reverse Cursed Technique this entire time, and he's probably seen his former opponents do the same as well. He knows that the only way to kill them is by dealing a devastating blow to the head via decapitation or complete obliteration of the body.

So, my question now is:

Why did he bother cutting Gojo in this particular manner? Why didn't he go straight for the head, since Mahoraga's adaptation blueprint can now allow Sukuna to cut through reality/space itself and therefore bypass Gojo’s infinity non-selectively?

Arrogance now that he's secured his definitive victory? Or the so-called warrior's high? Why leave room for obvious speculation when it could so easily be crushed into smithereens if he just went for the kill?

It's all very confusing. I'll point back to the time when Sukuna swiftly decapitated Itadori.

And I'm willing to bet that that move was deliberate since at the time, Itadori had already been in Jujutsu High for quite some time and Sukuna must have realized that under the tutelage of Gojo and other sorcerers, he must be learning a thing or two about RCT here and there which may have led him to end the fight quickly hence, the resurrection of Yuji Itadori.

Now before, ya'll attack me, I know what manga panel you're gonna throw at me to deconstruct this entire analysis and dismiss it as "copium". So, I'll put this here:

I know it may look like Gojo's entire head has been blown off at this point seeing the pool of blood he's currently lying on. But why is Gege or the editor making the effort to cover Gojo’s head with the text bubble when, logically speaking (and coldly at that), Gojo should be deader than dead? Which he…in theory based on the afterlife sequence, SHOULD be.

And with that whole North/South thing to cap it all off? Though, I wouldn't dwell on that. The wording in that bit was very vague and I’m not really into the habit of over-reading so hehe~

Anyway.

Could it be there's something else in store for Gojo Satoru? Is something else at play here?

Or is this simply a writer's failsafe, just in case Gege wishes to bring back Gojo Satoru so that he'll have a rational explanation as to how that came to be? No one knows. But I think this wasn't some on-the-fly decision by Gege or the editors.

Gege Akutami - though as a writer myself, I find his current choices for the story to be a little questionable with the many gray areas where plotholes could eventually arise - has been deliberate about this story since the beginning, having already mapped out the fate of Fushiguro Megumi.

This panel, the entire chapter, the circumstances we're now currently witnessing is deliberate. And maybe...we haven't seen the last of Satoru yet.

I'll leave this here for everyone to think about. This is all speculation, after all, so don't be mean about it, Jesus. In the meantime, I'll just admire my husband, Suguru, for now and will probably go back to writing my fics~ 💕

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk 236 #jjk theory #gojo satoru #geto suguru #ryomen sukuna #gojo satoru theory #gojo #gojo satoru x reader #i do hope he’s still alive though #please please let this be the case #jjk #gojo is alive agenda

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sinisterexaggerator · 2 days

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Hello there!

I am here to ease ya'll into my favorite ship:

Banaka (Cad Bane x Hondo Ohnaka)

Best in the Bunch.

I have so much planned for these two in a fanfic I am only just beginning to write (that spans Cad Bane's entire life), but conversations with @allsystemsblue led me to write this fluff scenario and I could not stop myself.

Pretend that what you are reading is based on an already well-established relationship. Bane shows affection by acts of service and gift giving, as his feelings are something he has trouble with expressing. The rest is self-indulgent garbage.

I should mention this is not how the rest of said fic will go. This is a one-off just for fun. You can expect angst, drama, hurt, comfort, toxic relationships, violence and smut in the future.

Credit goes to Teeth for the idea that Hondo, while not believing in the God Quay, still finds comfort in performing magicks for his own peace of mind.

Word count: 1.4k+

Warnings: None. Fluff, a kiss, and a lot of negativity on Bane's part.

He didn’t know a thing about them, flowers, only that they might come in useful for a certain predicament he had found himself in, as it seemed most sentient beings thought the seed-bearing parts of plants—consisting of its reproductive organs, mind you—were somehow beautiful.

He supposed he could see it, what with their bright-colored corollas, petals coming in all shapes and sizes, typically paired with a calyx as green as his own blood. That was only on some planets. On others, they were red, or blue. Purple. Indigo.

On Florrum, they came in various shades of orange, or yellow, a rarity after an even rarer desert downpour.

Fragile is what they were, and a waste of money. The resources used to farm them could be utilized in more efficient ways. Perhaps he would like the wild ones better, though to pull weeds as a manner of apology didn’t seem good enough. Didn’t seem thoughtful enough. He was sure the Weequay would run him out.

Then again, apologizing wasn’t something he often did, as Bane rarely meant not to do something he had set his mind to. Only this time, he had hurt Ohnaka’s feelings.

Feelings. Hondo had too many, and maybe Bane had too few. Callous one might call him, insensitive another. Cynical was more like it; tired; disillusioned. Yet rare was the man who could crack him open to show him what lay beneath; like a geode, Ohnaka exposed his insides, revealing to Bane all the pretty bits he never would have known existed.

And Bane did care, if only when it suited him. If only on his terms. But this time, he cared because Hondo did. It was partially anathema, this caring, yet he did it anyway, unable to coax his mind to let their little squabble go.

To the pirate, it had been more than that, Bane insulting his very heritage. He didn’t understand the tiny dolls he kept, the archaic sources of illumination that were made of wax and smelled like things Bane could not identify, nor the bits and scraps of flimsi that had been burned to cinders.

These things decorated a small table, resting atop an ornate cloth; Bane had touched it much to the pirate’s chagrin, then disrespected his arcane practice, ridiculing his efforts to appease some nonexistent deity in order to bring about Bane’s good luck.

His job was dangerous, but the hunter was unaware he was being prayed for behind closed doors. Somehow, that had irritated him, more so as he didn’t understand it, thinking Hondo must be attempting to commit himself to witchcraft like those little ladies that lived on Dathomir.

“What’s with dhis nonsense. Ain’t no use in doin’ dhat,” he remembered saying; a poor choice of words to one who meant no ill will.

He understood that now, if nothing else. So what if Hondo lit a candle for him. Who was he to say he hadn’t lived to hunt another day because of it? It was possible the only thing keeping Bane alive besides his street smarts and good aim was the Weequay’s magicks; Bane shuddered to think that was the case.

Even so, here he was, holding a bouquet tightly in one hand and his hat’s brim in the other, deigning to do what he felt might be ignored. This was nothing more than a gesture to barter passage into the pirate king’s good graces—an act of service on his part, the buying of them—for in the here and now, there was nothing more he wished to accomplish in this life. Had you told him he would be doing this a year ago, he would have laughed himself hoarse, or worse yet, right into an early grave.

Yes, flowers. Expensive, frail, and pointless. He had chosen the prettiest of those assembled according to his tastes, selecting a color he assumed was the dummy’s favorite: red.

Ladalums were scarce and imported from Alderaan, a fact he’d learned upon their purchase. They would only bloom if pollinated on their homeworld; these were fresh off the cargo freight, able to last months if given the right treatment.

That was one good thing about them—once out of his hands, the rest was up to the pirate to take care of. He was good at that, Bane mused—caring for things.

Eyes and heads—not dissimilar from all the others that populated this chamber of sorts—turned to look at this bounty hunter who relunctantly proceeded with his walk of shame. Bane would bite back all his nasty words, even as members of Hondo's gang jeered and snickered at his expense.

What he wouldn’t give to kill them on the spot. Somehow, he imagined, that would not do him any favors.

Seated on a low dais, in a throne fit for a king no less, his disgruntled paramour still fumed, swoop-goggles purposefully removed to rest upon the front of his worn helmet. Those expressive gray eyes were the Duros’ weakness, finding that he could not meet his narrowed gaze. Already oblique, Hondo’s stormy depths had gathered further into slits, leaving Bane to swallow down his spit.

Still, he approached, feeling naked and vulnerable as he stood there like a scolded child without his hat to shield him. He did his best, fathomless red ellipses meeting Hondo’s glare head-on, Bane saying the only thing he could think to say.

“Brought some flowers.”

Nothin'. There was no reaction, not even a change in his demeanor or a brightening of mood. Bane overtly frowned, taking a step back for his boots to echo lightly against the duracrete floor of Hondo’s beloved fortress home.

Supposin’ this didn’t work, Bane planned for his retreat, hoping to retain some dignity among those present. He lowered his head, his hat rightfully returned to where it belonged by a flat palm, Bane ready to drop the bouquet like so much trash at his feet; it was difficult to care when you didn’t know how to fix the wrong you’d done. Trying wasn’t as good as doing. Doing was the hard part.

“Are dose for me?”

Four little words that set Bane’s heart to thumping, the hunter wisely keeping his eyes averted as he saw the pirate stand out of his periphery. He would only nod, an infinitesimal movement of his head, up and down, affirming what Hondo already knew—those flowers were for him.

His spark descended, that charming scoundrel who kept him going on a dark night of the soul; he strode down the short flight of stairs that would bring him nearly to his level, Bane taller than Ohnaka, though the man was bigger in some ways; his heart for one, Bane thought.

“Dey are beautiful, my Moon,” his bit of sunshine said, Bane’s sorrowful eyes rising out from the shade of his bolero.

“Picked de best in de bunch,” he humbly offered, words bordering a whisper, eerily heard as the hall was quiet, grim faces and furrowed brows sparing him none of his embarrassment. "Same could be said, fer ye,” he added.

It was then the Weequay smiled, a dazzling thing, brighter than dual suns. Bane relaxed openly as he expelled a breath from between his teeth; it was a slow, heavy sigh of relief.

“Flatterer,” Hondo teased, his smile spreading wider, gold amidst pearl and oh-so satisfying to witness should Bane be the sole cause of it. “Dey need water, hm?”

The shuffling of a crimson coat and an idle toss of a braid signaled to Bane that Hondo would exit, the hunter grateful his gift had been accepted. However, the Weequay would pause, turning about face, reflecting on the shrinking Duros as he had been tempted to follow in his footsteps.

“Just… one more ting,” he announced, his expression hardening back to a look previously sported as his voice lowered an octave, Bane’s heart sinking toward his belly as he did not wish to incur any more reprimands.

Hondo took him by his coat’s lapel, jerking him forward. Bane held onto his hat as dusky lips brushed across his, pinpricks of electricity teeming along his scales like minuscule lightning bolts. The Duros would slump his shoulders to sink to Ohnaka’s height, a warm, black tongue invading his mouth to skirt one that was cool and pink.

This must be what it felt like to be forgiven, he assumed, some invisible weight lifting from off his conscience.

“Take it ye like flowers,” Bane remarked once free of his kiss, wanting to fill the now awkward silence with something to lighten whatever tension might be left between them.

For Hondo, there was none. He could just as easily forget as he could forgive. A rough thumb smoothed down the bit of Bane’s flesh left assailable, brazenly descending to aid in the tweaking of one sharp fang.

“Yes,” Hondo harmoniously agreed, “you might say dat.”

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brascu · 8 months

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Ok, I've always treated Horrance as a headcanon, but, DAMN, hear me out.

And I'm not even talking about Sparrow Ben, ok? I'm 100% talking about Umbrella Ben and his dear brother Klaus.

Ya'll must be tired of me talking about how Benny boy got visibly upset when Klaus was talking about Dave, even getting to the point of leaving to let him gossip about the guy with Diego in peace.

Or you'll say there's nothing to it when I bring up that time Ben told Klaus that "Luther" would do anything for him, when in reality Ben was talking about himself. (Luther didn't even notice Klaus died) And how that whole thing was a way for Ben to try and keep Klaus sober for longer.

I mean, we all agree they talk to each other as a mixture of brothers AND an old couple that is so fucking tired of their bulshit, but wouldn't change a thing.

And there's that whole thing about Klaus lying about Ben's presence simply because he didn't want to share him.

But as I was watching the second season this time, I picked at some things.

The other day I read someone calling Ben's crush on Jill pointless and, I can't believe I'm saying this, but I disagree. Ben wanting to stay at their cult to hang around her is him mirroring Klaus wanting to leave to be around Dave. Think how nonsense those two are: Klaus is the one who fits being a cult leader and Ben is the one who'd say he's taking advantage of people. But Klaus hates it in there and Ben is the whole reason the cult was able to be built.

Klaus AND Ben knows that it would be better for Jill and Dave if they don't follow what they're currently doing. But Ben doesn't want Jill to leave, selfishly. And Klaus doesn't want Dave to leave, selfishlessly. Which is ridiculous, if you think about how Klaus is mostly the selfish one and Ben is the opposite.

Jill is a lot like Klaus. She's a dissappointment to her family, she uses drugs, she is very open about sex...

Dave, on the other hand, is a lot like Ben. He's serious, he's well mannered, he's thoughtful. He follows his family's ideals in a way that leads him to death... And he likes books, like the nerd he is.

OH, you say, but Jill likes reading too. Ben likes watching her read.

And that's true, yes, but we also know, from season 1, that Klaus and Ben read together. Even when we first see them in 1963, Ben calls Klaus over for him to look at a magazine. It's funny, because Klaus is paying more attention to the guy on the cover, but if you think about this reaction, you get that Ben pointing out what Klaus should grab for them to read is something they're used to. Just like he asks Ben what they should eat.

Ben took notice of Jill because Klaus was too busy with new paople and he was left to the side. Klaus fell for Dave because Ben was not there to occupy his own place.

The cult is their baby and thats one of the reasons Ben is so angry when Klaus goes after baby Dave. The other reason is jealousy, which is the same reason he keeps on interrupting Klaus.

BUT OK, If you've been following my posts for a while, you must've seen me saying these at some point.

The thing I DIDN'T notice was how much they go about dicks and sex? like, FOR WHAT REASON, MAN?

First of all, when Ben steals Klaus' body in that dinner with Reginald, Klaus says with all his words that he was violated.

Then, when he decides to lend Ben the body, he shares his ground rules. "No touchy-touchy down there." he says as Ben rolls his eyes. "I mean, I guess I wouldn't mind." He corrects. "Just don't look, because I'm shy."

The first thing Ben does when he gets inside the body is to look inside Klaus' pants.

Later, when they're talking about the experience (and I must say the way Ben asks how Klaus felt sounds almost like pillowtalk) , Klaus says if felt like sex in a way that is pretty dismissive, I agree, but he says that whatching Ben's every move as he listens. And when Ben tells him how he felt, which was not so weirdly sexual, but still a lot about touching things, Klaus listens leaning against him and without taking his eyes from him.

That dialog, for me, looks like Klaus is flirting, yes, and he's not so sure if its jokingly or not, so he's just owning. Ben, who knows shit about flirsting, is just genuinely into the conversation.

And we can see they're comfortable with sharing things with each other, which is so sweet.

BRAS, YOU'RE STILL REPEATING OTHER POSTS

I know, sorry.

On that flashback where we see Klaus calling Ben back, the FIRST THING he offers Ben is for him to watch as Klaus sticks his dick inside their dad's car for him to piss there. Which is in no way sexual, but is still a childish reason for Klaus to show his dick to Ben.

Just like telling him not to made Ben look at his penis as soon as he got the body.

Soon after the flashback, when they're discussing what to do and Viktor goes to call Sissy, Alisson calls out how Diego and Luther seem to be in a dick measuring contest. To which Klaus starts adding that, for real, he and Ben--

Which I'm assuming is that they did that more than once.

That homoerotic tension of wanting to place your dick besides your bro's just to see how they look together. I mean, who's got the bigger one.

Second season is so fucking Horrancey it makes me embarrassed.

The whole parallel of Ben punching Klaus/Dave punching Klaus and again Ben punching Klaus, but this time sparrow Ben...

Even the whole thing that Dave punches Klaus because Klaus is acting like he knows him and he freaks out in front of his family is exactly the same thing that happens to Sparrow Ben.

And maybe one of the main reasons Klaus is the first one to let go of simping over Sparrow Ben was because of what happened to Dave last season. He knows this Ben could turn into his favorite person, given the time, but he's just probably fuck things up, so why bother?

This Ben still doesn't know he loves Klaus.

Anyway.

Klaus and Ben are that weird teenager friendship that was almost but not exactly a romantic relationship but somehow ended in bad terms when one of them got a real bf.

that's what's happening that season.

#tua #horrance #klaus hargreeves #ben hargreeves #klaus and ben #i didn't put much new things #I guess I just rewatched that shit too many times #but they do enjoy showing each other their penises #which is pretty gay if you ask me

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mrswinnie04 · 9 months

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"Keep on Ramblin"--A Ballad of Jensen and Jared's Epic Love Story

Hey Everybody :)

Before I jump into my next blog post, I just wanted to start with a little something. I know I don't have a large audience, but I want it to be known that I respect all ships. I respect all points-of-views. I don't have to be a shipper, or an adamant supporter of your ship, but I believe that everyone has a right to their own beliefs, likes, and dislikes.

On my blog page, I always welcome differing POV's, opinions, and beliefs. I will never shun them, shut them down, or turn them away. However, I hope it will be done in a respectful manner, one that also respects my right to my own beliefs and opinions. I understand that my beliefs and opinions on J2's relationship isn't everyone's cup-of-tea, however, it is my hope that we will ALL treat each other with the same amount of respect.

Thank you! :)

I apologize for sidetracking! Back to the main meat of my post:

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Today's Topic!

Drum Roll please.....

Keep on Ramblin', A Ballad of Jensen and Jared's Epic Love Story!!!

First off, if you haven't listened to Jensen and the Radio Company's song Keep on Ramblin', then walk... no, SPRINT and go do that when you have the chance because dear lord, it is AMAZING! The number of times I have listened to the song is just absurd, but it's so beautiful, and I'm totally being a fangirl right now, but who cares? I think a lot of us on here are fangirls LOL.

Anyway, Storytime, for those of you reading this:

A few days ago, I discovered the song as well as Jensen's band: Radio Company (and I'm so proud of him for chasing his dreams with music! Look at him go!). As I was listening to the song (for the 100th time), I couldn't shake the fact that Keep on Ramblin' is sooooo a Ballad to Jared-freaking-Padalecki.

Now, I know, I know, ya'll must be thinking what I'm getting on about, but fret not, I will explain myself to you because what doesn't scream forbidden love or loving someone through personal troubles like J2?

Let's start with the basic definition of what it means when a person is rambling (the definition that matches the version of rambling within Jensen's song):

Someone who is "...wandering from one place to another" (Merriam-Webster).

Usually, this is used for someone who does not have a final destination. Someone who is searching for something/someone/some purpose. For us tinhatters, we know who that purpose is ;)

Keep this definition in mind.

VERSE ONE:

"Left town again for no reason/Hit the floor and I was away"

-Jensen establishes within the first line that he is a wanderer. He is searching for his purpose. His version of home. Most wanderers aren't satisfied with what they have, often leading them to go out into the world. To wander until they find what they are looking for. For Jensen and us tinhatters, this shows that he's constantly searching for a permeant home. A time/place when he can finally be with Jared. For real. No more hiding. No more faking. No more bearding.

-Within his second line, Jensen shows his eagerness to continue wandering. To continue searching for that time when he and Jared can finally and officially call each other home. Until then, until J2 can shed the pressures of the world, the industry, and PR, they will forever be wandering, lost as they seek out a time when they can finally be together.

"Nothing wrong 'bout how I'm livin'..."

-Jensen states that he knows in his heart, regardless of what the world/PR/the industry says about same-sex relationships, Jensen knows there's nothing wrong with loving Jared. With wanting to be with Jared. Jensen has always been a man who follows his heart, and in his this line, it's always struck me as him saying that he knows it's not wrong to listen/follow his heart when it comes to Jared.

"I know how long here I can lay..."

-However, to contrast the line before, this line seems to show that Jensen (knowing that it's okay to love Jared) also knows that he can't love Jared aloud. Jensen knows that there is a time-limit to how long he can be around Jared and how much exposure the two can have together. Jensen establishes that there is an obvious restraint.

PRE-CHORUS:

"Time is only/ Passing if you think of it that way..."

-This line feels like Jensen is speaking directly to Jared. To me, it felt like Jensen was trying to calm J2's anxieties that their time together is slipping away. I mean, think about it? J2 have spent years potentially "bearding", faking their lives, and yearning for one another. As the years pass, there has been little to no progress in terms of their freedom from this cage that they're in. Jensen's line above is almost like him telling Jared to think of the positive, and not let the idea of a clock ticking away deter the fact that they love one another. I don't know either of the boys personally, and I won't ever claim to, but I feel like between the two, Jared would probably be the one with heightened anxieties. Thus, this line is Jensen calming those anxieties.

"This life of crime is lonely/But only if you let it in to stay"

-Much like the line above, Jensen is speaking directly to Jared again.

-This life of crime? This can be interpreted towards the way many people still view same-sex marriages in a negative light. It can be interpretated as the way some forms of love are viewed as "scandalous" or acts of "crime" by those who are discriminative, conservative, or grew up with "old-fashioned views".

[Take George Michael's song Father Figure, for example. George, a once closeted straight singer, sings the lines "But sometimes love can be mistaken/for a crime" to refer to the fact that his homosexuality would be considered a crime during this time. This reminded me a lot of Jensen's line in his song.]

-In these two lines of Keep on Ramblin', I feel as though Jensen is telling Jared that even though their chosen paths of "bearding" and being away from each other due to the pressures/views on their love, Jensen is telling Jared that he isn't truly lonely. That, at the end of the day, they have one another. That Jared shouldn't let the loneliness of being away from each other/not being together stay within his mind/mindset.

VERSE TWO:

"Headed southbound for the season"

-Um? What's South of Austin? SAN ANTONIO!!!

Guess who grew up there? That's right! Jared Padalecki!

Coincidence? I think notttttttt!

"Cut a trail no one would know"

-Jensen's true life "path" or "trail" is not what is seen by the public eye. As he's stated in many interviews, Jensen is a very private person, thus, his true life path is not what he presents to the public. His love/relationship with Jared is his true life path, and it's something that not many know about.

-Also, this can be interpreted as Jensen secretly going/being with Jared when people think he's with his family or elsewhere.

"to hell I ride before I give in"

-The road to hell isn't a smooth one. It's turbulent, and comes with obstacle after obstacle. And I think in this line, Jensen is talking about the fact that him and Jared will have to go through so much pain, sorrow, and longing before they will ever be able to give up on this whole façade they have put on.

-This line always breaks my heart because I feel like Jensen is pouring his heart out about how painful this road has really been for him and Jared. I mean, can you imagine not being with the love of your life? Being forced to be with another when all you want is the man standing in front of you?

"With the cavalry in tow"

-He's on the rode to hell with the Paparazzi, PR, and the pressures of the industry/the world in tow. This just shows the weight that lays upon his shoulders.

BRIDGE:

"Pushing flat out for my freedom"

-Jensen just wants his freedom. To shed the weight of PR, media, and the pressures of the world. He just wants to be free. He just wants to be with Jared.

"Left 'em all a tale to tell, do tell"

-This one can mean a ton of things, but, for me, it has two meanings:

ONE---Jensen alludes to the idea that he's left the world to tell a tale of his façade life. He's put on a show of his "marriage" and his home life, when the world really doesn't know the full story.

TWO----I also think this line is an easter-egg for us tinhatters as well. Jensen's almost saying that he's dropped hints at J2 for us, and, even though he can't ever admit to his love for Jared, he's left us a tale to tell about J2. My heart....

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So, yeah, those were some of my tinhatter thoughts on the song. And, whether or not the song really is about J2, I will ALWAYS be a supporter of Jensen and his passion.

Go him for chasing his dreams!

#j2 #j2 tinhat #spnfan #spnfandom #supernatural #dean winchester #jared and jensen #jared padalecki #jensen ackles #jensen and jared

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forthesanityofstorytellers · 1 year

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The Tutor Disapproves

(I'm working out a new WIP idea focused on Lyra and decided I might as well just post as I go. No idea how far Imma get but ya'll can be along for the ride, lol)

Context: Introductory piece to Lyra, princess/high-ruling noble of a set of islands. She does not like this position one bit.

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Lyra stared up at the open sky, watching the clouds drift on by. She wanted to be like those clouds. Free to soar in the open spaces. Not held down by rules or regalia or circumstance. Free to be whoever and whatever they wanted. Only tugged by the winds.

“Princess!!”

She grunted at the voice below, flicking a pointed ear as she tried to ignore the callings of her tutor. “Princess!” The calls were getting louder as they got closer, Lyra rolling over and grabbing at a blanket to try and cover herself so she wouldn’t be seen.

“Ah, princess!!”

“Aimoupon!!” she shouted, to which her tutor let out a gasp.

“Princess!” he chided. “Language!!”

She pushed the blanket off herself and sat up, crossing her legs and looking down at him from where she sat. “Don’t fret at me Qwkas. It’s just a word.”

He frowned, rubbing at one of his ears as it quivered. “And where did you happen to hear this, ‘just a word’?”

She flitted her wings as she waved a dismissive hand. “Just…around.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Would it happen to be down by the waterfront?”

Her wings flitted again.

“Conversing with the workers?”

Her ear twitched and she flicked it.

“Where you’re not supposed to be?”

She frowned and folded her arms. “My family rules these islands. Doesn’t that give me the right to be wherever I want to be?”

He sighed. Rubbed at his ear again. “Of course it does. But the way of the outlanders is not our way and they must be held to station…which doesn’t include talking with–” He stopped talking, Lyra twitching her ears as she realized she was making faces again, mouthing the words with him. She smiled as the tips of her ears flickered up and down.

“Sorry Qwkas.” She forced the words out, knowing that she would get in trouble if she kept it up much longer. It’s just that she’d heard the same speech a hundred times before and it never changed.

Her tutor crossed his arms and stared at her for a moment. Motioned for her to come down, her wings fluttering as she lifted herself from the soft top of springy perch and flew down gracefully to land next to him. He sighed and brushed a bit of hair back from her face, tucking it behind her ear.

“You are the youngest in a long line and a large family,” he said softly. “If you cannot learn to behave properly, the world out there will do more than lecture you. I am simply trying to prepare you so that does not happen. Are you so intent on fighting me, Keroi?”

She frowned a little at the name. The affectionate and yet proper title to address her as. Ever proper, her tutor. Even in affection.

She folded her arms. “No,” she finally admitted. “But can we do a lesson we haven’t done before? Please? I’m tired of the politics and the manners and the estates. Tell me something interesting. Like maps. Or food. What do the outlanders do for fun? Are there games they play?”

He frowned a little in thought, glancing at the bound copy of notes in his hand. “I suppose…we could look at a few maps. You’ll need a better idea of where you’ll ultimately be going, at any rate.”

Her wings flittered in anticipation. Yes. She’d managed to talk her tutor into teaching her something interesting. World maps were something they’d covered briefly, and he’d dismissed them before. But they fascinated her, thinking of all the places she’d never been. Hopefully places she would get to glimpse on her way to being bound for life at the feet of an outlander noble.

And, hopefully, some place she could disappear into. Escape the tradition of shackles. Well and truly be free to choose her own path, princess or not. Surely there was a place out there that could meet her needs. Surely.

#Lyra #unnamed WIP #General Waywordness #writeblr #my work #amwriting #snippets

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AKASHA - Aang x Oc

Chapter 2 - The Southern Water Tribe

Air

I can finally breath again! But what happened to me? I start to feel something take control of me and make me stand up and almost tumble down until I feel someone catch me.

I open my eyes to be met with piercing blue eyes looking back at me. Their hair was in a sort of ponytail and they were wearing a water tribe coat.

"Well hi there." I say waving my hand in a greeting manner

"Um hi?" The boy says back to me but it sounded more like a question than a greeting.

I look to my side to see Aang being held up by a girl with the same blue eyes and water tribe coat. But her hair is in little loopy things.

I look back to the boy in the blue and ask, "What's your name?"

"Umm I don't think I should be telling a stranger that just came walking out of an iceberg that." He says looking to his sister I assume because of the easy resemblance.

I laugh at his smart but funny reasoning to not give me his name. I sit up on the ice, but a few moments later I feel a tug on my clothing. I look up and Aang is holding out his hands for me to grab so I can stand.

I wabble a little bit before I am able to stand up straight. "What's going on here?" Aang says pulling me closer by the waist just incase we are being found by not so nice people.

"You tell us!" The boy says, "How did you two get in the ice? And why aredn't ya'll frozen?" The boy pokes Aang in the side with the butt of his spear.

Aang pushes the spear to the side annoyed, "We aren't sure." He looks to me silently asking me if I new, but I just gave him a little shrug.

A low, gruff noise suddenly fills the air, coming from within the crater of the iceberg. Me and Aang look at each other and smile. We scramble up the ridge of the ice and happily jump on the head of Appa.

"Appa! Are you all right?" Aang says hanging down the side of the beast to look into his eyes which are still closed.

"Appa. Wake up, buddy." I say rubbing Appa's fur trying to wake him up. He suddenly opens his eyes and licks me and Aang while we laugh.

"Ha, ha! You're okay!" Aang and I hug the bison's nose.

"What is that thing?" The boy says with his eye's wide.

"This is Appa, my-" I elbow him in the side knowing that Aang needs to share Appa since I didn't get my flying bison.

"-our flying bison." Aang smiles and rubs his side while mumbling an 'ow' to me. I just smile and pat Appa on the nose.

"Right, and this is Katara, my flying sister." The boy gestures towards the girl which tells me that I was right and that her name is Katara. Aang dosen't know what to say because he knows only certain people (like me) can fly.

Our attentio is quickly diverted back towards the sky bison who is starting to inhale deeply. At this I start to walk back so I don't get bison snot on me. Aang ducks before Appa sneezes, sending a large blast of green snot flying directly onto the boy.

"Don't worry, it'll wash out" Aang says to the boy. "So do you guys live around here?"

"Don't answer that! Did you see that crazy bolt of light?! They were probably trying to signal the Fire Navy!"

"Oh yeah, I'm sure he's a spy for the Fire Navy. You can tell by that evil look in their eye's." Katara says pushing her brothers spear down.

"The paranoid one is my brother, Sokka. You guys never told us your name."

"I'm A... a-a-a-Achoo!" Aang sneezes and flies about maybe 10 or more feet up in the air.

"Dramatic much?" I say to Aang as he lands softly on the ground. He looks at me as I smirk making him blush.

"I'm Aang, and this is Kirro."

"Hii!"

In total disbelief Sokka says, "You just sneezed... and flew up ten feet in the air!" and points up to the sky

"Really? It felt higher than that." Aang questions, not really sure how high he flew up.

A gasp is taken by Katara in relization saying, "You guys must be airbenders."

"Sure are." I say proudly pulling Aangs arm to interlock with mine, and shineing a proud smile at the two siblings.

"Giant light beams, flying bison, airbenders... I think I got midnight sun madness. I'm going home to where stuff makes sense." Sokka says walking away but then realizing he has no where to go.

"Well, if you guys are stuck, we can give you a ride on Appa." I nod in agreement with him. Then mount Appa's head with Aang

"We'd love a ride! Thanks!" Katara says running to the side of Appa. I reach my arms down to help her get into the saddle. But then her brother starts to say, "Oh no! I'm not getting on that fluffy snot monster!"

"Are you hoping some other kind of monster will come along and give you a ride home? You know before you freese to death?" Katara shoots back at Sokka knowing he has no choice but to eather freeze to death or get on the sky bison.

Sokka opens his mouth in defiance and point at Katara, ready to say something but he can't think of anything so he signs and bow his head in defeat. He walks over and i help him onto Appas saddle.

"Okay, first time flyers, hold on tight! Appa, yip-yip!" Aang whips the reins and App growls in response.

He moves his tail up and down and takes a huge jump into the air. He soars through the air for merely a few seconds, making it appear as though he would fly, before belly-flopping into the water with a splash.

"Come on,Appa. Yip-yip!" Aang says again trying to get Appa to fly but he just growls in return.

"Wow, that was truly amazing..." Sokka says sarcastically while Katara shoots her brother an angry glance.

"Appa's just a little tired. A little rest and he'll be soaring through the sky, You'll see."

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"Hey, I was wondering, ya'll being airbenders and all if one of you had any idea what happened to the Avatar and the Akasha?" Katara says turning her head to look down at me and Aang for an answer. But before I could tell her we were the Avatar and Akasha. Aang started speaking.

"Oh, no. I didn't know them. I mean, I knew people that knew them, but I didn't. Sorry." I looked towards Aang to see him looking at me already telling me to just go with it.

"Same here, sorry." I say to Katara and she replies with, "Okay. Just curious." She then turns back around to go to bed and get some rest before saying good night to us both.

"You know they are gonna have to find out sometime." I say looking to Aang with a worried look knowing what he is think about.

"Yeah, but not right now I mean we just met them."

"Okay." I say and lay my head on Aang's shoulder. I start to close my eyes and before I know it I'm fast asleep.

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I'm woken up by the sudden shaking of the person behind me I turn to see Katara shaking Aang awake. With his arm still holding my waist I turn to face him.

"Aang, Kirro, the village wants to meet ya'll." Katara says looking from Aang to me then her demeanor changes when she sees how Aang is holding me.

"Oh okay, we will be out there in a second." He calls back to her as she turns to go out the tent.

"Good morning." Aang says kissing my forehead.

"Good morning" I reply smiling. I throw the covers off of me and start to get dressed, and so does Aang.

We start to walk out of the tent when Katara runs up to use with the rest of the village behind her.

"Aang, Kirro, this is the entire village. Entire village, Aang and Kirro." Katara says gesturing towards the group of people behind her.

Me and Aang bow in respect but the villagers cower back in fear which makes us look at each other wondering what is wrong.

"What's wrong? Why are they looking at us like that?" I say to Katara wondering why the villagers are scared of us.

"Did Appa sneeze on us?" Aang says looking to my clothing then to his clothing.

"Well no one has seen Airbenders in a hundred years." Said an old lady, "We thought they were extinct, until my granddaughter and grandson found you two."

"Extinct?" Aang looks to me in confusion while I look to Katara in confusion. She just smiles at me.

"Aang, Kirro this is my grandmother." She says.

"Call me Gran-Gran." Gran-Gran says. Sokka walks up to Aang and snatches his glider out of his hands to examine it.

"What is this, a weapon?," He moves to the side then jabs Aang in the side acting as if he were stabbing him. "You can't stab anything with this!"

Aang airbends his staff back to his hands, "It's not for stabbing! It's for airbending." He opens the glider making Sokka gasp in fright and cover his head with his hands.

"Magic trick! Do it again!" A little village girl says jumping up and down excitingly.

"No magic, airbending," I say looking to Aang telling him to demonstrate. He does by moving his glider around him. "It let's him control the air currents around his glider and fly."

"Ya know, last time I checked, humans can't fly!" Sokka says, mocking us in his states of disbelief.

"Check Again!" Aandg looks to me telling me I should take off into the sky and fly, which is what I did. Leaving Katara smiling in astonish and Aang smiling in awe, but Sokka covering his face against the wind.

"She's flying" Says the little village girl.

"How is she flying without a glider thing?" Sokka says, Aang just looks at him with a smile proud of me knowing that I'm his Akasha.

Aang then grabs his glider and pushes himself off the ground. The village stares in awe is me and Aang loop around each other and turn in the sky.

"It's amazing." The village girl says looking at us as we fly around each other.

Aang passes over me smiling broadly at me. I smile back to him and turn sideways to show off to the villagers, but before I can turn my head to see where I'm going I run in to a huge watch tower and my head is stuck in the snow.

I feel hands on my waist pulling me backwards to get me out which I assume is Aang. We tumble down the tower with snow covering us. Aang gets up and pulls me up with him hold my waist to steady me.

"That was amazing!" Katara says running over to where we collapsed.

Sokka runs towards the tower and starts to pat it in hope that he can save it from collapsing any further, but Sokka is knocked down by a large pack of snow that fell down.

"Great. You two are airbenders, Katara's a waterbender. Together yall can just waste time all day long." He says freeing himself fro underneath all the weight of the snow.

"You're a waterbender?" I look at Katara knowing that Aang needs a waterbending teacher to teach him waterbending.

"Well, sort of. Not yet."

"All right, no more playing. Come on, Katara you have chores." Gran-Gran leads Katara away from me and Aang, while the children surround us Aang then puts his tongue to his staff.

"See? Now my tongue is stuck to my staff!" A kid pulls on it and Aang stumbles forward.

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Me and Katara run up to Sokka as the children of the village leave. "Have you seen Aang? Gran-Gran said he disappeared over an hour ago." Katara says, then Aang appears out from the outhouse igloo.

"Wow! Everything frezes in there!" Aang says pulling his pants up a little bit higher. I snicker in response.

"Uh! Kirro, get him out of here! This lesson is for warriors only!" Sokka says pointing angrily at Aang.

"You mean children, Sokka?" I say putting my hand on my hips, raising a brow at him he just turns around to the sound of laughing to see the children sliding down Appa's tail like a slide.

At the end of his tail is Sokka's propped-up spear that they fly over. "Stop! Stop it right now!" The laughter of the village children stifled immediately.

"What's wrong with you?! We don't have time for fun and games with the War going on." Sokka says directing his anger towards and which makes me scrunch up my face in anger that he is yelling at him for no reason.

"What war? What are you talking about?" Aang slides down from Appa's head as I go to stand by him.

"You're kidding, right?" Sokka looks at Aang but the expression on Aang's face changes when he see's a penguin.

"Prenguin!"

The animal is startled by Aang's outburst and quickly waddles off. He starts to chase it, racing past Katara, Sokka, and I, enhancing his speed with his airbending. He leaves a deep trail in the snow as he dashes after the penguin.

"He's kidding, right?" Sokka says as I run and chase after Aang and the penguin.

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"Aang, Kirro?" I hear Katara yell as me and Ang are trying to catch a penguin for us to go sledding on.

She laughs at our horrible attempts, "Aang, Kirro. I'll help you catch a penguin if you both teach me waterbending."

Having grabbed the tail of a penguin, he holds on as it pulls him through the snow for a short way before letting go and looking up at Katara.

"You got a deal! Just one little problem, " He airbends himself into a sitting position. "Were airbenders, not a waterbenders. Isn't there someone in your tribe who can teach you?"

"No, You're looking at the only waterbender in the whole south pole." Katara says sadly looking down.

"This isn't right. A waterbender needs to master water." He thinks for a moment. "What about the North Pole? There's another Water Tribe up there, right? Maybe they have waterbenders who could teach you."

"Maybe, but we haven't had contact with our sister tribe in a long time. It's not exactly "turn right at the second glacier". It's on the other side of the world." Katara says gesturing that it is not that easy.

"But you forget, We have a flying bison. Appa, Kirro and I can personally fly you to the North Pole. Katara, we're going to find you a master!" Aang says pointing to himself and me happily.

"That's ... I mean, I don't know. I've never left home before." She says, unsure of the idea.

"Well, you think about it, but in the meantime, can you teach us to catch one of these penguins?"

"Okay, listen closely my young pupils. Catching penguins is an ancient and sacred art, " She conjures a fish out of her sleeve. "Observe!"

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We soar through the air for a moment before landing on the slope and continuing our journey downward. We race down and Aang uses another iceberg as a ramp to propel him into the air and to soar over and past Katara and I.

I in turn use the next jump to land next to Aang again. We laugh and shout out as they gleefully ride over snowy bumps.

"I haven't done this since I was a kid!" Katara says.

"You still are a kid!" I say

The three of us ride through a tunnel of ice. I'm is in the lead and tries to hold Katara and Aang back by constantly changing my direction when he wants to pass me.

Aang solves this problem by increasing his speed with airbending, enabling him to race over the ceiling past me. The tunnel levels out on an open plain of ice where the three of us get off our rides.

The plain itself is dominated by a large metal ship, elevated and held in place by a large protrusion of ice with the bow pointing toward the sky. Curious, Aang gazes at it.

"Whoa! What is that?" Me and Aang said at the same time.

"A Fire Navy ship. And a very bad memory for my people." Aang begins to approach the wreckage with me behind him.

"Aang, Kirro stop! we're not allowed to go near it! The ship could be booby-trapped!"

"If you want to be a bender, you have to let go of fear." I say to Katara and turn back around and walk faster to catch up to Aang.

Katara ponders over that remark for a moment and walks towards us with a scared look upon her face. We venture closer toward the ship.

Aang helps Me to climb some of the blocks of ice that lay beside the ship and they crawl through a hole in the hull of the ship. While I help Katara. Aang walks through the silent rooms of the shipwreck.

Some white hamsters roam the otherwise deserted ship. Aang enters a room stocked with weapons in various places.

"This ship has haunted my tribe since Gran-Gran was a little girl. It was part of the Fire Nation's first attacks." Her voice echoes through the room.

"Okay, back up. Me and Kirro have friends all over the world, even in the Fire Nation." Aang picks up a weapon but puts it back down then pulls me closer to him away from the weapons. "We've never seen any war."

"Kirro, how long were you two in that iceberg?" Katara ask me but I answer uncertainly

"I don't know. A few days, maybe?"

"I think it was more like a hundred years!" Katara exclaims I look at her in disbelief.

"What?!" Me and Aang say at the same time in unusion

"That's impossible! Do we look like a hundred-sixteen-year-old people to you?"

"Think about it. The War is a century old. You don't know about it because, somehow, you both were in there the whole time! It's the only explanation" Katara says hinting at a point of why we don't know anything about any War.

I back away and slump to floor in shock. Aang sits beside me rubbing my back and holding my right arm in comfort.

"A hundred years!" I says sadly. "I can't believe it."

"I'm sorry, Kirro, Aang." I look to her in disbelief. I can't believe we have been gone a hundred years and that there has been a war going on this whole time.

"Maybe somehow there's a bright side to all this" Katara says I look up at her

"We did get to meet you." Aang says looking at Katara then back to me with a smile

"Come on, let's get out of here." Katara hold out a hand to help me up

Katara smiles and pulls me to my feet and we exit the room.

"Kirro, Aang, let's head back, this place is creepy." she says looking around in worry

Aang ventures down yet another room with me being on his trail. There, he trips over a thin rope; as he stumbles, metal bars slide downward over the entrance, barring it and trapping us inside.

"Huh?" Aang says turning around. Me and Katara follow his gaze.

We all run toward the bars and peek through them.

"What's that you said about booby traps?" I say holding on to the bars looking at where the bars came from.

The gears and engines of the shipwreck suddenly power up, beginning to function. In shock, Katara, I, and Aang follow the movements of the machines until suddenly, a flare is fired and explodes high in the sky.

"Uh oh" Aang notices a hole in the roof of the ship and takes me into his arms. while Katara hold on to Aang. "Hold on tight!"

"Aaah!" Katara yells

Aang enhances the power of his jump with his airbending to jump several feet into the air through the hole and down the glacers of ice. We walk back to the village to see everyone already there staring at us.

Uh oh they saw the flare too.

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Hi guys just wanted to say thank you for checking out my second book and I hope you like this story so far I am going to be updating a lot on this one so be aware.

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#i've established myself as a writer on this website #but let's see how an edit by Harper does #rhink #stole this joke from a stony edit #i just thought it was fitting #idk how y'all get such amazing screenshots #it's impossible #also rhett moves a lot #ya'll must know their mannerisms well #good things #small packages #*y'all

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shortyisweird9 · 4 years

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'Lonely ghost serie'

An interesting night- part II

Tw⚠️: swearing

Corpse stretched as he set up his work station, Pewds was starting another live stream and invited him on and since sleep won't show up anytime soon, he hopped on without much thinking.

He smiled when his friends started to greet each other and him.

"Guys, you saw the video I send you ,right?" Lily asked.

"Yeah but I couldn't get in touch with ghost ,her friend was kind to let me know she might not feel comfortable doing a livestream with complete strangers. "Jack said as the others puffed in disappointment.

"That sucks. I wanted to see if she could have kill us all." Grease spoke as he opens a can of soda.

"You wanted to be killed by her?!"

They laughed as Grease quickly defended himself.

"Hey-Hey, to be killed by someone with that skill is a privilege."

"Simp." Jason concluded.

Their laughter ran wilde as Grease again began to shout.

"Hey,Lily?"

"Yes, Rae?"

"You been quiet. Something's wrong?"

"Whenever you are ready." She simply said, confusing them.

"W-What? Lily are you okay-"

"Hello,gents!"

It was her.

"GHOST?"

"Oh my god..."

"HOW but Jack said-"

"Guys ,guys ,please don't overwhelm." Lily again said, calming the both parties.

"Right ,sorry. Anyway, top of morning to yah ,ghost."

He could hear her swallowing her nerves before she cleared her voice, tingles ran down his back when the Reaper like tune hit his headphones.

"Hello!...This is awkward. Sorry."

They giggled with her as she moved in her chair.

"Ghost? "

"Yeah?"

"Your friend said you will not feel comfortable enough to join us today."

"Well, it's raining so that puts me at ease and your friend, Lily, was very convincing on bring me here."

"*giggle* I just showed you picture of my friends' pets."

"...As I said before, very convincing."

They always laughed especially when the stranger proved to be funny enough to bring that chuckle out of them.

"So ready to rock?"

"Let's roll."

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The match was entertaining with couple of close calls, too close for your liking. Corpse was on you the entire time so to pay him for his diligence, you killed him first as he struggled to swipe that damn key card.

Then Jason, then Jack, Rae proved to be a bit harder to kill but you got her in O2, Lily was easy, Sykkuno was all confuse as he watched the crewmates die with him doing nothing, Pewds and Mark were a game of venting and killing swiftly. Speed was the key of your success of killing them all.

You could see they have their microphones on but no one said a thing.

The mischievous smirk that was plastered on your face grew when sounds of confusion came from Jack. Always the loud ones reveal the most.

"Whaaaat?"

"What the fuck?"

"I literally didn't have time to even kill any of you. Ghost came in like: slash ,slash, kill,kill."

You finally cracked at the ridiculous sounds Sykkuno made, a poor imitation of the sabers from Star wars.

"Hahaha"

He heard your laugh, he like the sound of it , the easiness and the innocence it held even though you killed all of them without mercy. What he didn't know if he liked was the stirring in his stomach cause by it. The tightness in his breath, the long smile and the bouncing of his legs as a result of hearing it.

He just shook his curls before paying attention to the group again, you were being put in the spotlight, something he cringed at as he recalled the painful experiences he had while being put under light.

"So, ghost?"

"Yes ,Jason?"

A whine came from the man known now as a simp for deep voices. You giggled, shaking your head and screaming when the black pair of headphones fell down your lap. Luckily you had the mic muted. That will be embarrassing...

You fixed your long hair, putting it behind your ears careful to not tug on your fresh piercings , your headphones back on the top ,you dived right back.

"Can you tell us about yourself?"

"Hmm..what do you want to know?"

You heard him sucking in a breath and to be honest you couldn't blame him, the voice was hot.

"Um ...anything. "

You giggled half embarrassed, half amusement by the pitch his voice turned to ,excited to hear whatever you may answer.

"Oh,okay. Um...My piercings hurt. My right leg is bouncing like crazy and um...I crave jelly candy."

"Piercings?"

"Yeah, my pal just did on my right three helix piercings: forward, mid and low. Plus the industrial on my left ear iches a bit."

"Oh, I am sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry about, Jas. Thanks for asking by the way."

"Oh, don't worry. Do you have any others?"

"Um..yeah. On the right ear ,I have..um. helix , flat, rook and upper. Left ahh..industrial,helix and orbital."

"Wow, th-that's a lot."

"Hah, I just told you about my ears."

A choke cane from him ,probably he was drinking something. It had ice though, you could hear the ice hitting the metal of the glass.

The man started to choke and cough ,making you and the others who listened patiently on your convo worried.

"Easy there ,mate."

"Jay, you good?"

"Easy there ,buddy."

"I-I'm *cough* I am fine. You have MORE?!"

"Yeah ,three on the upper part of my right eyebrow and a ring on the left one."

"Jesus. " He said, calming himself at last.

"Yeah,*giggle*. I also plan to slit my tongue in two."

"Oh, yeah cool.WHAT?!"

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The next game you were imposter again but this time Corpse was your sidekick. Or were you his?

Anyway, you decided to let him do more of the killing,believe it or not , you weren't the blood thirsty monster the chat thought of you, all in a joking manner of course. Sabotage and let Corpse do his Kiss of death. Seeing couple of his streams ,you hoped he wasn't too nervous.

"Alright guys, ghost is imposter with us so this time I have to be more careful. They will probably suspect her to be imposter again . Sorry I can't see your message, I need to concentrate on this."

Proving his theory , ghost just sabotaged as she did fake tasks, being a guardian of Lily as he killed so far Mark and Toast.

"W-Where was the body?" His voice came of a bit more nervous then usual.

"In the nav." Dave answered.

"You good ,Corpse?"

He heard you ask ,you were more observant than the others who either lost themselves in the safety feeling of the match or the euphoria of the game, you always pointed suspicious behaviours of the others when they accused him of being imposter. He liked that, gave him time to calm his raging heart.

"Y-Yeah..*cough* I mean yeah, I am good. H-How about you?"

Fuck...

He didn't even want to catch a glimpse of the chat ,having a hunch of what they may be inferring.

"You seem shaky, Corpse. Something happened?"

He didn't needed to see Sean's face to know it will matched a lenny one. Finding an excuse so he is spared of the teasing and/or the allegations he is imposter, is a must.

"Yeah, I am just...ah...freezing. It's cold here. Brr. Brr."

They laughed at his poor attempt to sound like a freezing popsicle, your laugh put him more at ease. He knew however that his attempt of shifting the suspension failed, too bad he wanted to play more with you. I guess the roles are switching.

"He sound sus ,guys. Should we vote him out?"

"Wow, Lily. Thanks."

The girl giggling only stopped when you started speaking.

"He's not sus, guys. He's just a dork ,a stick with crippling anxiety and honestly same."

God, he wished he could fist bump you right now.

"More like a branch but who we voting then?" Sean asked.

" SPEEDRUN!"

Felix sealed his faith however. Your work only left him flustered and with a derpy smile , his honour lost in the vacuum space.

...............CORPSE was ejected.............

"Well shit. Anyway ,guys. Let me see what you been talking about? And I better not see any 'SIMP' comments. "

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"How?! How the fuck?! You tricked me!" Lily screamed at you for your betrayal.

"Wow, so now I have big trust issues with ghost." Grease announced.

"Deep mommy, no." Jason said ,bringing a laugh out of you for the thousand of time.

You started to like this guy, he and Corpse will be spared next time you are imposter.

"Sorry ,guys-"

"Who told you,you are allowed to do that?" Pewds shouted at you in a heated but not menacing tone.

"You didn't let me finish."

You took a sip out of your ice tea.

"RIP to ya'll but I am different. Not my fault the only guy I take advices from is Doomguy. And as the legend would say: Rip and tear."

"OH MY FUCK-"

You lowered your mic as they screamed in disbelief ,Corpse didn't said anything however. You were curious as to why?

"Corpse?"

"Yeah ,baby?"

Woah. That caught you out of guard. Like the warmth in your olive cheeks and the deliciously painful and frightening feeling of twisting in your stomach.

"Um..."

You blinked, no words head's empty.

"Oh, shit. Sorry, ghost. I didn't meant to make you feel weird."

"No,no. I am good. Ey, Jas?"

"Yes ,hun?"

"Do you take applications for your Corpse fan club?"

Jesus, what is this night even?

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@proximio-5 Asked: What happened to team JNPR?

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*Bloodgulch guitar jingle plays as the camera pans trough the corridors of Atlas academy, stopping at the Ace Ops bored and idling around in they're communal room*

Harriet, arms crossed, leaning against a wall: Marrow?

Marrow, standing next to her: Yes Harriet?

Harriet: Why are we here?

Marrow, pensively: ...I don't know Harriet...why are we here? I guess its one of life's greatest mystery huh?

Harriet: No you dumbass! I mean't why are we here twidling our tumbs while the general as a meeting with these weird color coded soldiers??? We were under attack by grimm only a few hours ago and now they're all just GONE!

Vine, playing cards with Elm: I heard the general say something about some kind of space time anomaly, I tried asking but he said it was classified.

Elm, putting a card on the table: Hey speaking of things disappearing, what happened to those Beacon brats? Last I remember they kicked our lights out but now they're nowhere to be foun-AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!

Nora, busting trough one of the walls with her hammer knocking every Ace Ops on the ground, absolutely enraged and sparkling with pink electricity: WHERE IS IRONWOOD!?

Pyrrha, entering the room through the hole Nora made, Ren and Jaune at her side, cringing at the damage Nora caused: WE'RE SORRYYYYY!

Jaune, gesturing at the Ace Ops, whom are dazed and scattered around the room: Pyrrha? I'd like to introduce to the Ace Ops. Ace Ops? This here is- actually you know what?

Jaune, pulling a middle finger at them: Go fuck yourselves you should be honored to even be graced with Pyrrha's presence.

Pyrrha: Jaune...aren't you being a little mean to them?

Jaune, putting a reasuring hand on Pyrrha's shoulder: Ok. Ok. Hear me out. I know the Ace Ops LOOK nice, but they're what we call class traitors. Also they're asslickers...except Marrow. Marrow's cool.

Jaune, happily waving at Marrow, all the while Nora violently rampages through the room: Hi dude whats up! This is my gf Pyrrha! She's uhhh, supposed to be dead but we don't really have time to unpack all that and I was wonderi-

Marrow, weakly raising his hand in a tumbs up from under a small pile of rubble as Jaune continues to ramble in the background: H...hello...miss Nikos....pleasure.....to meet you....big fan...

Pyrrha, giving Marrow a polite knod, as Nora slams Harriet through the ceiling with a pool table: O-oh! I didn't know I had fans in the military! The honor is all mine sir!

Ren: Ummmm shouldn't we reign Nora back before she actually kills someone?

Nora, slapping the shit out of Elm: WHERE.

*SLAP*

IS.

*SLAP*

IRON.

*SLAP*

WOOD!?

*YEETS ELM THROUGH A WALL*

Vine, visibly sweating in fear despite keeping a straight face: If you have business with the general...then you can find him in his office but-

Nora, walking up to Vine, stopping mere inches away from his face, narrowing her eyes: In his office huh? You better not be lying to me twig boy.

Nora, busting down the wall right next to Vine and walking through it, the rest of JNPR awkwardly following her one by one: COME ON TEAM! IRONTWAT'S LEGS AREN'T GONNA BREAK THEMSELVES!

Marrow, rising from the rubble snd dusting himself: You ummm, you ok Vine? You're looking kinda pale there buddy.

Vine: I am physically unscathed, but I am, however, screaming on the inside...

Clover, running in and stopping his momentum with the doorframe, panting heavily: GUYS PREPARE FOR COMBAT NORA VALKYRIE IS-

Clover, as Harriet comes crashing back down trough the ceiling, awkwardly taking in the state of the room:.....after the general....

Marrow, casually: Yeah its a little too late to tell us that boss.

Clover, leaning his shoulder on the doorframe while massaging his temples: *sigh* You know what? Fuck this.

Clover, putting on a fishing hat he pulled out of his pocket and unfolding Kingfisher: Ya'll can have the day off. I'm gonna go fishing.

Clover, his voice echoing through the hall as he walks away: Tell the general it was nice knowing him!

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Carolina, in Ironwood's office with Sarge, Lopez and Church at her sides: And thats pretty much all we know about the anomaly that fused our two worlds sir. We're just as in the dark as you are.

Ironwood, Winter and Penny behind him: This is indeed concerning...but at the very least it stopped Salem's invasion.

Sarge: Yes yes immortal demon witch queen blah blah blah. Can we go back to the real reason we came here?

Carolina, exasperated: Oh goddammit.

Church, as Ironwood and Winter look at them in confusion: Sarge for fuck sake we aren't-

Sarge, interupting Church and taking a step forward: Good sir. Aren't you tired of being blue? Don't you just want to unleash your inner RED!?

Ironwood, exchanging a confused glance with Winter: Ummm, I don't think I understan-

Sarge, slamming his fist on Ironwood's desk then pointing at his tie: OF COURSE YOU DO! Look at your tie! Its RED! But confined and drowned out by all this BLUE! Your subconscious is giving your inner struggles physical form THROUGH YOUR CLOTHES!

Carolina, in a scolding tone: Sarge. We've been over this.

Sarge: WHICH IS WHY YOU SHOULD JOIN THE RED ARMY AND UNLEASH THE RED WITHIN YOURSELF!

Church: He's already the leader of his own faction you dumb old fuck! HE'S NOT GOING TO JOIN YOUR SHITTY ARMY.

Penny, tilting her head in confusion: "Unleash your inner red"?Aren't meat people supposed to keep the red inside their body?

Lopez, in spanish: Please ignore him Penny, nothing he says or does ever makes any logical sense.

Ironwood, awkwardly clearing his throat to bring everyone's attention back to him: I ummm, appreciate the offer seargeant however um...the kingdom of Atlas would preffer to remain neutral in this......"conflict"...

*Building rumbles*

Ironwood, standing up and on alert: What was that!? Schnee the cameras!

Winter, pulling her scroll to look at the security feed, a confused look plastering her face once she sees Nora rampaging through Atlas academy on her screen: Huuuuuh.....sir? You might want to see thi-

Nora, through Winter's scroll: WHERE ARE YOU WOODY!? DON'T THINK YOU CAN HIDE FROM ME AFTER WHAT YOU DID TO MY BABY BOY!

Winter, raising an eyebrow in confusion, as Ironwood's eyes widen in realisation: Baby...boy?

Penny, chirping cheerfully as Ironwood wipes the sweat from his forehead: I did not know friend Nora had a child!

Nora, busting into the office, the rest of JNPR standing awkwardly behind her: KNOCK KNOCK.

Church, exasperated: Oh no its another color coded fighting girl with a transformy weapon.

Carolina: Holy shit what did you do to piss this girl off?

Ironwood, pulling his collar: I ummmmm-

Oscar, poking his head into the room, speaking in a casual manner: He shot me.

Church: Where the fuck did you come from???

Carolina, glaring at Ironwood: You shot a child!?

Oscar, crossing his arms and staring at Ironwood with a smirk on his face: Yup. Off a bridge too.

Sarge, flatly: I don't want this guy in my army anymore...

Ironwood: Now I know what I did was wrong but, I'm sure if we all calm down we can tal-

Nora, slamming Ironwood trough the floor with her hammer, causing him to fall several floors down: VIBE CHECK!

Carolina: Oooooo I like her.

Sarge: Hands off blue. I saw her first.

Carolina, looking down the hole Ironwood fell through: Do you think he's dead?

Ren: No, his aura must've saved him.

Church: Seriously!? Jesus this aura crap is bullshit!

*awkward silence*

Pyrrha, breaking the silence: Sooooo want to go do more comedy segments?

Carolina, turning to face Pyrrha: Sounds lovely. You....have a very nice voice by the way.

Pyrrha, blushing: O-oh thank you! Your voice is very pleasant as well!

Lopez, in spanish, as everyone else leaves the room: Come on Penny lets blow this joint.

Penny, following Lopez out of the room: With pleasure friend Lopez! But I must ask. What joints shall we be blowing?

Ironwood, after everyone leaves the room, his voice barely audible from down the hole he fell into: Hello? Winter? Anybody??? I'm still stuck down here! Hellooooooooooo????

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Veemo's notes: This one took me a long time cause I didn't know how I wanted to end it. Sorry for the wait! 🙏😔

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