a rusty serrated knife

anonymous asked:

37 + 80 for Shiro (i was thinkin' like, his s/o gets back to the castle a little later than everyone else after a mission and not wanting to scare everyone about their injury)

A/N: This was SUPER fun to write! I love it! I hope you guys enjoy it! 

Word count: 627 words

“You coming back soon, Y/N?” Shiro asked, his voice and image clear on the screen in front of me.

“Yeah. Just making a final sweep, just to make sure if there are any survivors,” I answered, but the pain in my side protested.

“Okay. Let me know when you start heading back.”

“Will do. Love you, Shiro.”

“I love you too.”

Then his image went away, and I was left on my own again.

Truthfully, I was in a lot of pain. I was pretty sure I cracked a rib. Every breath felt like someone was beating my lungs with a metal baseball bat and stabbing them repeatedly with a rusty, serrated knife. Maybe I was being dramatic, but it hurt. A lot. I just didn’t want anybody to worry about me.

My lion buzzed in my head. It really wanted me to go back and get help, and something told me it would go back whether I wanted to or not.

“We aren’t going back,” I told if firmly. “No. Everyone will just worry and make a big fuss over me, and I really don’t want that. I’ll go back as soon as I’m done here.”

But I’d already done an area sweep twice. It wouldn’t take long to do it again. After 10 minutes, I was heading back to the castle, not ready to face everybody.

Standing proved to be more painful than sitting. I walked out of the lion hunched over and clutching my side.

“Y/N! Are you in here?”

Ahh… great. Shiro. He was going to notice that I was hurt immediately. Before he could see me, I straightened up and put my hands on my hips.

“Hey! Fancy seeing you here!” I said as cheerfully as I could. “Do you come here often?”

“Uh… yeah, actually,” Shiro said, giving me a concerned look. “Are you okay? You’re standing weird.”

“No. I’m fine.”

Shiro scanned my body, trying to figure out what was going on with me.

“What are you hiding?”

“Nothing, I swear!” I held my hands up defensively, trying to hold back tears as I walked down the ramp to be on the same level as Shiro. “I’m 100% okay. Perfect.”

Shiro raised an eyebrow and took my helmet from off of my head. Then he carefully set it down on the ground. “Pick that up.”

Oh no. He was on to me. “Why don’t you? You’re the one that put it there.”

“Because I want to see you do it.”

He was daring me to admit I was hurt. I pressed my lips into a thin line and stared at him blankly. How in the world was I going to do this?


“I think I’ll just leave it there for next time.”

“There won’t be enough time next time.”

“Are you sure? What if the next time I need to get to my lion, it’s just for training?”

“But what if it’s not for training?”

“Okay, but what if it is?’

“Y/N,” he said in a low warning tone. “If you can’t, it’s okay to admit it.”

“I’d rather not.”

Shiro chuckled, shaking his head. “Okay. You’re hurt. Let me help you.”

“Uh… sure. Okay. Let’s get my ribs taken care of.” Shiro wrapped an arm around me (which hurt more than just walking, but I didn’t want to tell him that), and walked me to the cryo pods. “We’ll get you healed up and good to go in a few hours.”

“Wait, what about my helmet?”

“I’ll come get it when you’re in a pod. Don’t worry.”

“Thanks, babe.”

“I thought we were over that.”

“Right. Sorry, my lovely.”

‘What am I going to do with you?” Shiro sighed. “You’re lucky I love you.”

I had a bunch of tags on a post about pre-Dream Drop Distance era Kingdom Hearts fandom, and I decided to make a post about it because in retrospect it’s hilarious. Like i feel like people coming into the Kingdom Hearts fandom post-DDD aren’t getting the true experience™, because like. Okay let’s look at the creme de crop of the KH fandom era. Which, I’d say, was 2005-2010. So which games came out in that time? Kh2, BBS, and 358/2 Days. 

Boy hoWDY.

Let’s recap, shall we? Kh2 ends, relatively happily, with Sora Riku and Kairi back home and together. HOWEVER. Kh2 started with Roxas and Namine, and ends with both of them essentially ceasing to exist. Despite them not being true protagonists, the audience naturally formed a relationship with them, and, obviously, latched onto their essentially doomed existence as Nobodies. 

And as an extension to that, basically all the Nobodies in the game get reimagined (without much effort) as ultimately tragic figures. Deaths of humourous characters like Demyx, who literally dies saying ‘I don’t want to disappear’, are particularly painful, because it gets sort of dismissed by the main narrative and protagonist, so obv the audience has to pick up the slack re: grieving. 

and then there’s Axel. and how much he cared for Roxas, despite not being ‘able’ to care. And then he goes and DIES for you. and it’s like???? okay, ow. 

So KH2 ends with numerous, pretty damn sad character deaths, and two characters the audience has grown attached to being consigned to non-existence. And boy howdy did KH2 era fanfic reflect this. The ANGST. The focusing on Roxas and all his ANGST. The focusing on Roxas and Axel’s relationship and all the ANGST. you’d think we were being melodramatic but in retrospect it really was quite fucking sad. 

And then along came Days. 

Man, Days was basically made to rub salt in the wounds for everyone who got hit by a case of the Feels because of the Nobodies in KH2. It was like, ‘oh, you like these characters? here let’s give you prolonged and amiable relations with them, make you sympathize with their motives, all while you remember that they literally all die in the next chronological game’. like. and that’s not even touching on Xion. Xion, ‘my existence is literally killing the person closest to me also i am literally a clone shaded in with some stolen memories my only choice is to kill my best friend or let him kill me and when he kills me he will forget me’. 

Days does not have a happy ending. The ending of Days is the beginning of KH2, and the beginning of KH2 for Roxas is a pile of angst and sad. and the end of KH2 for Roxas is non-existence. 

As if this wasn’t enough angst to fuel a fandom for years, ALONG CAME BIRTH BY SLEEP.


EASILY the most tragic game in the KH series. You all know why. There is, once again, no happy ending. Terra is possessed, Ventus loses his heart, Aqua gets trapped in Hell, game fucking over. alsldksjsfldf. and because, again, salt in the Nobody-shaped wounds, the game has you interact with a bunch of pre-Nobodies, who at this point, are canonly dead forever. Meeting Lea is like being stabbed repeatedly with a rusty serrated knife. Because Axel is dead. Axel is dead and everyone who would remember him no longer exists. like, what the shit. the fandom wept, and rightly so.

pre-DDD was such a time of ANGST. i mean, I think someone looking at KH fandom now would say we over-exaggerate the angst and sadness in our series. but that’s because DDD retconned so much of it. all the Nobodies are alive again, including Axel, which makes playing BBS and seeing Lea not hurt as much. And it’s pretty much confirmed that Ventus and Roxas, as well as Aqua and probably Terra will be saved, whereas previously their fates were super uncertain. Pre-DDD we had nothing but our own tears to cling to and that, to me, will always be the essence of the KH fandom experience. 

I swing between loving DDD for finally giving us a game with a goddamn happy/hopeful ending and not drowning us in angst, and hating DDD for invalidating so much of the glorious glorious angst of the previous games. god we lived off angst back then. so much death cab for cutie. those were the goddamn days.

missderpy17  asked:

✂ //i imagine this with John.. And then boom.. Arthur suddenly walks in//

//Feel free to write her reactions to each after each paragraph//

John had decided that if he couldn’t have Nina, neither could Arthur. He had loved her and had been about to muster enough courage when Arthur showed up and she had the kindness to take his virginity which ended in her getting pregnant. “Hello Nina~” He whispered quietly in to her ear before he clamped a hand over her mouth to stop her from screaming.

He yanked her to the ground and pinned her with his foot. He was going to make her suffer for not choosing him over that sleezy woman stealing bastard. He kicked her before roughly slamming his foot down on one of her knees. He felt a snap and a smirk formed in his face.

John watched her writhe around in pain as he calmly drew a rusty knife. The blade was dull and had serrated edges further along the blade that would cause more damage going out than in. He smirked slightly “This never would have happened if you had chosen me!” He said to her, a hint of insanity in his voice.

He stabbed her in the gut before taking it out, feeling her flesh rip as the knife tore through it. He stabbed her in each legs a few times, enjoying her moans of agony.

He crouched down near her head “Hmm… Should I have my way with you whole you’re still alive or wait~?” He asked calmly before he smacked her across the face

He ripped her clothes off so that way he could see all the damage he had done, he smirked softly as he locked the room door… He had decided to do it now before he killed her.

//TW; rape… I’m sorry… But it had to happen//