and in one of them she's dead i mean

I will never stop being amused by Lucretia straight up lying through her teeth whenever anyone asks her about the Red Robes.  “Ah, yes.  They were an ancient order (that split up, like, 10 years ago) of wizards (and a fighter, and a cleric, and whatever Barry is) who created the Grand Relics for unknown reasons (to defeat the Hunger) using unknown means (I mean, I know.  I still have the blueprints) and have since disappeared (okay, one of them disappeared.  But it was really upsetting for the rest of us).  I thought they were all dead (I mean, except for me, and Davenport, and you three, and Lup and Barry are liches so death is just like, whatever for them), and have no idea where they are (in this room.  Literally everyone in this room was part of the IPRE).  I don’t know anything else about them (other than full names, ages, heights, races, classes, backstories, notable characteristics, blood types probably…)”  She literally has a giant picture of them on her wall.  Directly behind her.

The Dead Ladies Club

“Ladies die in childbed. No one sings songs about them.”

The Dead Ladies Club is a term I invented** circa 2012 to describe the pantheon of undeveloped female characters in ASOIAF from the generation or so before the story began

It is a term that carries with it inherent criticisms of ASOIAF, which this post will address, in an essay in nine parts. The first, second, and third parts of this essay define the term in detail. Subsequent sections examine how these women were written and why this aspect of ASOIAF merits criticism, exploring the pervasiveness of the dead mothers trope in fiction, the excessive use of sexual violence in writing these women, and the differences in GRRM’s portrayals of male sacrifice versus female sacrifice in the narrative. 

To conclude, I assert that the manner in which these women were written undermines GRRM’s thesis, and ASOIAF – a series I consider to be one of the greatest works of modern fantasy – is poorer because of it. 

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One thing that is….oddly refreshing about Wonder Woman is that Diana doesn’t have a ‘no killing’ rule like Batman and Superman.

Which means I don’t end up sitting there during fight scenes going ‘that guys’s dead’, ‘him too’, ‘oops, and him’, ‘this is getting to be a pretty high body count for someone who doesn’t kill, isn’t it Bruce?’

Honestly tho

You know there’s no way in hell, heaven, hades, Valhalla or any other afterlife that any of the above would take Xena in after she’d:

1) Made the Olympians an endangered species.
2) Waged a war on heaven that she was well on her way to winning (before she was ‘miraculously’ thrown the fuck back out)
3) Created Satan.

A god or guardian of any denomination of death would take one look at her, recognize her as Xena God-Killer, Destroyer Of Everything That Looks At Her Funny, Fucking Mother Of Satan and deliver her straight back to the only being in existence who can control her (i.e. Gabrielle) with a lovely hand-written note about how it would be a crime against love to separate them because they’re tied with bonds that transcend death (and also pls don’t let her kill us thx)

now that the whole xena reboot tv show seems to have fallen through, can netflix just give us a proper revival with lucy and renee, a.k.a., what the people want?????

here, i will plan the whole season for them:

  • one devastating plotty episode about xena being brought back from the dead. obvs this would mean that gabrielle has been without her for SIXTEEN YEARS, which kind of makes my soul want to barf with despair. to make up for it, at the end of the episode when they’re properly reconciled they will have the most epic kiss that has ever graced a screen.
  • one emotional episode with eve
  • one odd couple episode where xena and gabrielle have a hard time adjusting to living with each other in a house for a prolonged period of time. xena wins every bickering match with “i was dead!!!” because who wouldn’t, but also i can definitely see gabrielle busting out, “who hasn’t been dead for at least a little while??” when she gets really irritated.
  • one romantic shenanigans episode with aphrodite
  • one episode set in the 90s for some reason
  • one au episode where xena and gabrielle fall in love all over again
  • one episode where xena meets all her clones again (which i guess would be hard since it’s been 40-ish years since she saw them last due to the pesky season 6 time jump, but if that means lucy lawless in old lady makeup then i am down)
  • one episode where gabrielle’s renown as a bard (because obvs she is famous now) causes some sort of hilarious hijinks
  • one episode where joxer is somehow alive again
  • one musical episode because why not
  • and it can end on, obviously, the xena/gabrielle wedding episode

boom! there you go!

  • What she says: I'm fine.
  • What she means: Was Soma really shot? Or was it Agni? Either way, one of them is dead. Did Ciel really let this happen? I trusted him! Who was in the photograph that distracted Agni? Who would do this to us? Was it Lizzie? Was it Ciel? That doesn't make any sense! Can 2CT really be true? We don't know anything yet. We just have a glove, blood, and a burnt photograph to go by. Nothing's set. Sebastian, can you pull off one more miracle and stop all this??
Mystery RP Starters
  • " This place has been abandoned for years. I wonder why? "
  • " Did you hear something. "
  • " SHH! There's someone in here. We're not alone. "
  • " Is it just me, or did it just get really cold suddenly? "
  • " We're either going to die or get arrested for trespassing. "
  • " Why did the train just stop? "
  • " Who turned out the lights?! "
  • " Something. Is grabbing. My leg. "
  • " Where did that scream come from?! "
  • " We're going to die, we're going to die... "
  • " You're acting kinda funny. I don't like that look you're giving me... "
  • " There was a body. Where did the body go?! "
  • " I-Is that a dead body?! "
  • " How did he/she/they die? "
  • " Why did you kill him/her/them? "
  • " So you were a witness. Tell me, what did you see? "
  • " Is that blood?! "
  • " My head feels weird... I-It's all going dark. "
  • " What do you mean, there's someone beside me? We're the only ones here. "
  • " This doesn't make sense. "
  • " I think we're being lied to. "

I just don’t know how this show started with a dead girl and all the secret shit she did to people, to ending with the girl she lived next doors to evil twin sister (who now happens to be previous dead girls cousin) torturing them because no one including her non evil twins sisters adoptive parents knew she existed??
I mean like ???

“You in Me” by KARD: a reaction

  • Oh wow cool okay gives me omelas vibes i like
  • Damn my boy jseph and my girl jiwoo look like FEASTS
  • why is bm surrounded by tons of me (trash)
  • Somin looks hot and i can barely see her just laying on the bed OOF
  • Also wow you’re so b e a u t i f u l this is a LOOK
  • I want those peacock bed sheets
  • this d a n c e is so g o o d
  • Jiwoo you look kinda creepy but i still love you baby
  • I love this aesthetic jiwoo and jseph are pulling off like it’s so nice and vintage ish
  • J.seph looks like he just wanna go home
  • somin you good?? I mean you look hella good but you don’t seen like you GOOD
  • Oof the dance kinda reminds me of don’t recalls key point and i love it
  • I love somins voice so much in this wow i just thought she couldn’t become more of a queen
  • Is he wearing a crop top?
  • No he is not his shirt is just half black half white
  • Wait
  • What
  • The
  • fUCK
  • why you actin like its so NORMAL
  • Oh yeah just having dinner with my DEAD FRIEND
  • At this moment somin knew, she fucked up
  • Now this “you’re the only one i love” is creepy now
  • Still love it tho
  • Issa banger
  • okay somin was concerned now shes just having a good time and i feel so weird?? But i love this concept???
  • somin’s psychotic break down is me during school
  • Jiwoo is just chillin and i think that’s my favorite part of it all
  • rain
  • Apezo??? Apego??? Idk but im never stayin there
  • I bet its haunted as hell by the ghosts of my bbys
  • But i mean
  • Who doesn’t wanna get haunted by them amirite???
  • Lmao it’s 2 am im sorry
  • I feel like it’s kinda like spring day where everything was all “yay bffs for lyfe biiitccchhh!!” And then it was “oh shit this place is dark and scary FUCK NO WHY IS EVERYONE D E A D???”
  • And i really like it
  • I have no clue what it means
  • But i know it’s somethin deep as hell and worth looking into
  • Overall: 100/10 for visuals and 100/10 for the song and 200/10 for the dance because it gave me dr vibes and i loved it

anonymous asked:

1. Things you said at 1 am trimberly please!

Kimberly learns that Trini mumbles in her sleep.

Sometimes it’s utter nonsense that spills out of her mouth, like “no, I don’t want to get on the flying snake” or “hands off my hotdog you son of a bitch.” Those are the funniest because Trini doesn’t like to curse when she’s awake - a habit learned by being around her little brothers all day - but man oh man, does her subconscious have things to say.

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anonymous asked:

Jonsa isn't happening. The show wouldn't waste time on creating a relationship between Jon and Daenerys only to forget about it in season 8. There is only 6 episodes left. Not enough time for anything. JONSA ISN'T HAPPENING. I'm even a fan of the ship but I know it's not happening in the show (or the books)

The show wouldn’t have wasted time on creating a relationship FULL of romantic tropes and parallels between Jon/Sansa and Ned/Cat, Jaimie/Brienne, Gilly/Sam, Robb/Talisa, and even Cercei/Jaimie, only to forget about it in Season 8 🙃

They would not have wasted screentime on creating a relationship, between Jon and Sansa, where they work as a team, where they take back their home TOGETHER, where Sansa is the mind and Jon is the sword, where they complement each other, where Jon starts acknowledging her intelligence, and actually begins listening to her, where they deeply bond and form a strong relationship based on trust, openness, partnership, companionship, communication, love and support, only to forget about it in Season 8 🙃

Jon is as closed as a pearl shell with Dandelion, he hasn’t told her A SINGLE thing about himself. Idk abt you, but I’m 1000% sure Jon isn’t in love with her, and 1000% sure that Dany is in love with the idea of him, and that’s it. 

Like for crying out loud, she doesn’t know anything about him! He hasn’t shared not even a small piece of personal information with her. THAT is HOW you bond with a person, the bonding has happened on her part only, only she, kept sharing personal stuff with him, it has been one sided since day 1. Which, has literally given Jon access to HER weaknesses and soft spots.

All she knows about him, is that he’s honorable, brave, a good commander/fighter, that the people love him and admire him, thus they chose him to be their King, to lead them, and that he took a knife to the heart, died for his people, and then came back to life. 

I repeat, she’s in love with the idea of him, because, she thinks, she sees herself in him, because she thinks he’s as magical as her lol Only, they could not be more different from one another. They have different goals, different ways of approaching certain situations, one would die to protect those he loves, for the greater good, the other has seen the army of the dead, 100.000+ of them, and yet still hesitates to help, because she is too self absorbed and obsessed with power and ruling. But she doesn’t know just how different they are, she doesn’t know what and how he really thinks, because she knows/because he hasn’t shared NOTHING personal about him/himself. I mean look at it this way, boasts around all these titles, “the unburnt”, while jon calls himself The King In The North and that’s pretty much it, we don’t see him calling himself, “the resurrected”, or “the undead”, idk, they ARE opposite of each other. 

Dandelion is entitled, tyrannical, pyromanic, narcissistic, power hungry, unpredictable, impulsive, doesn’t know how to rule, has no respect for other cultures and their traditions, doesn’t care about “the people”, she likes to say that she does, I think part of her/her ego believes that she does, but she doesn’t, at all, it’s all about her image, how she wants to be perceived, it’s all a facade, deep down she’s not like that at all. She wants people falling at her feet in adoration, that’s her narcissistic side, she has a golden child too (Drogon), also part of being a narcissist, she like to be in the center of the attention, she likes power. Shecan sometimes display mercy and goodness, but only if it serves to preserve her image, and even then, her impulsiveness can get in the way of her “I am a good person, I care for the people” idea of herself and murder in cold blood (Randyll and Dickon)

Jon is none of those things, idk how some of you

He hasn’t told her anything about Sansa, about Bran and Arya, as if they don’t exist, he doesn’t give any info away to her about himself about his family, because he’s weary of her, and fears/he thinks she might find his weakness, or the Starks’ weakness, and use them against him, his family and his people, he can’t afford something like that. He does not trust her, and love, cannot exist without trust. Just look at how quickly he opened up to Gendry, he smiled, and laughed, and joked with him, from second 1 lmao THAT is how our Jon is, and not this “weary, always calculating and watching what he says” version we’ve seen with Dandelion.

I honestly don’t know where y'all Jondelion fans see love between them, but you do you, whatever floats your boat, I guess 😅😅

Their bond is supposedly based on what? Oh yes, talking about the Night King, and about the Wights, oh and yes, talking about the Night King, and of course the Night King too, also the White Walkers, oh and I almost forgot, The Night King as well, you lost two brothers too *crickets*, The army of the dead, The Night King, you took a knife to the heart *doesn’t open up about it, denies it (but he did tell Sansa all about it and more)*, the Night King, they’re going to come see you for WHAT you are (not WHOM, but WHAT, that s*it sounds ominous af), The Army ofthe dead, and the The Night King, we’re all gonna die if you don’t help, the Night King, the Wights. Like seriously, what even lmao

WHERE is the bonding? Just, WHERE?

Jon looks at Sansa in a way he’s never looked at Dany, he looses himself in her eyes, more times than we can count, and Sansa was fully clothed the whole time, just sayin’ 🤗 Sansa “can TWIST him, like no one else”. We’ve never seen Jon look at Dany tenderly, smiling tenderly and genuinely at her, we never saw him, sighing at her, while he lingered longingly on her eyes, he never longingly stared at her lips, not even in the boatbang scene lol The lip staring, seems like something Kit does, a lot, when he’s around a love interest in movies etc. it’s kind of his signature move. I mean he did it with Sansa/Sophie, why not doit with Dany/Emilia too? If he’s so in love with her? hm?

Care to explain the need of this VERY “platonic” scene, with VERY “platonic” looks and lip staring contests? 🙃

The above scene was intense AF. You can try and fight me on this. I agree brothers might give their sisters a foreheard kisses, I get it, okay, but that forehead kiss is usually followed by a sweet, tender smile, a pat on the back or a pat on the head even, idk, but in no universe brothers stare with that type of intensity in their sister’s eyes after a forehead kiss, okay? 

If y'all brothers do that, they’re broken, and need repairing asap lol Jokes aside, I’d be worried and creeped tf out, if my brother kissed me like that, and then leaned in a little, stared deeply, intensively, and seriously into my eyes, and THEN stared at my LIPS!!! Oh hell no 🤢😷😖😖

There should’ve been a smile from the two of them, if they meant to pass this forehead kiss as platonic, the smiles would’ve added a familial feel to the kiss. Instead, Jon is all serious and has intense heart eyes for her, in the first gif, he LEANS IN towards her, after ending the kiss (for a second there, many people thought he was gonna kiss her. I watched that episode, with two male friends, whom I should add, both have sisters, and let me tell you, they were confused af by this kiss). 

Sansa was just as bloody confused as my friends (lol), by what Jon kissing her made her feel, you can literally see it on her face (3rd GIF), when Jon ends the kiss, she had to legit take a moment to recollect herself and, then, she looked at his lips for a moment, and then straight up in his eyes, no smile from her either, instead, she looked at him with a rather, vulnerable, confused look.

Care to explain these very “platonic” looks and strong “platonic” moments between them too?

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The Limping Woman

You hear the uneven footsteps first.





That’s how you know she’s behind you. The heel is broken off of her left shoe and she drags it across the ground with every step, a sharp contrast to the steady click of her still-intact pump.

“Help me,” she whispers.

It’s an urgent, anguished plea.

“Please, I’m hurt; help me!”

Don’t turn around. That’s when she gets you.

Don’t run. She still gets you, but this time, she’s going to make it hurt.

At least, that’s the rumor, anyway.

Every small town has at least one; a local urban legend that everyone knows and swears is true because their sister’s best friend’s cousin’s neighbor’s grandson knew a fella who actually encountered it!

Ours was the Limping Woman, so named for her aforementioned distinct gait.

It was said that she was a teacher at the elementary school some decades before. Young, beautiful, and the victim of a terrible murder. She had been walking home to the house she shared with her parents one night after school when she realized she was being followed. She sped up and so did her pursuer, until both were running down this dark country lane with only open farmland on either side.

Her heel broke and her ankle snapped and she fell and her pursuer became her murderer.

It was a slow, torturous affair that left her beaten and covered in stab wounds and, when the killer was done, he just left her to bleed out beside the road. She wasn’t found until the next morning and, by then, all anyone could do was search for the person responsible. While some believe the man was caught and dealt with not long after, others think he or she is still at large and the Limping Woman, as the victim came to be known, won’t rest until her killer is caught.

I was always skeptical at best of the story. I’d passed the spot where she was supposed to appear a hundred times without incident, as did everyone else I knew. If a murderous ghost lived there, I was pretty sure I’d have seen her.

I said as much to my friend Stefi when she brought up that a friend of a friend of a friend had met the Limping Woman during lunch at school one day.

“It’s true! She was out on the old highway a couple nights ago and saw her!” Stefi insisted stubbornly over our sandwiches.

“If she actually saw her, wouldn’t she be dead?” I asked. “I thought you weren’t supposed to turn around.”

“Heard her, whatever, you know what I mean, Rina.”

“Sure,” I said with a roll of my eyes. It always frustrated Stefi that I didn’t share her willingness to believe the unbelievable. “So how’d she get away?”

“She said the words, duh!”

“Oh, right, the woman’s last words. Last words we all somehow know without ever having caught the one person who would have heard them.”

“We know them because the real killer was never caught. He told people who told other people-”

“And we all just magically knew to use them to ward off being killed,” I finished for her.

Stefi frowned. She loved all things spooky and supernatural and had spent a lot of time researching our local legends, especially the Limping Woman.

“It’s not magic, it just reminds her of her own mother and she gets distracted by her grief and leaves you alone.”

“Ok, ok,” I said, hoping that that would be enough to put an end to the topic. It was an argument neither of us would win and I didn’t feel like getting into it (again) over whether or not a ghost was real.

At fifteen, it was starting to feel silly.

Stefi, however, wasn’t going to let me off so easily. “They say she remains because they got the wrong guy and she’s angry about it. Like, everyone knew it, but no one cared because they wanted to blame someone. Don’t you feel at least a little bad for her? She’s still waiting for justice after all this time.”


“She only goes after people who don’t believe in her, you know.”

I didn’t like the way Stefi said that, like she had an idea forming that I wouldn’t approve of, and I shook my head.

“Whatever it is, no.”

“We could go out there, out to the spot she haunts.”

“No, don’t be dumb,” I said.

“You don’t believe anyway, so what’s the big deal?”

“I’ve walked past there a lot, ok? Nothing’s ever happened.”

“Have you gone after dark?” Stefi had started to smile.

“No, but so what?”

“That’s when she’s active; going in the day doesn’t count.”

“This is dumb,” I said again.

“We’ll go tonight!”

Every argument I had was met with questions of whether I was too afraid and Stefi mocking me for being chicken. She kept it up for the rest of lunch, through our shared science class, and then passed me notes in the halls between classes after that. By the time the final bell rang, she had worn me down.

“But not because I believe she’s there,” I made sure she knew. “I’m just going so you shut up.”

The sun set just after five that evening. At seven, we met up on our bikes in front of my neighborhood. Her parents thought she was doing a project at mine, mine thought I was at her’s, and we had two hours to ride out to the farm where the Limping Woman was said to haunt and get back before they started trading phone calls.

We peddled hard and fast, leaving behind the glow from windows and streetlamps until darkness swallowed up the world around us. With only moonlight to guide us, we wove our way across town and passed into the outskirts, where the insects were louder, the stars brighter, and the safety that came from feeling like you were surrounded by other people fell away.

It was hard not feel entirely exposed out on that old road, where flat fields rolled off into the distance on either side. There was the occasional barn or farmhouse set a ways off down long, dusty drives, but otherwise, it really was just us and our bikes and the night.

“Up ahead,” Stefi said from behind me, “see the cross? That’s the marker for her.”

We skid to a stop a few yards away from it and exchanged a glance almost lost in the shadows.

“Scared?” She asked, breathless with excitement.

“No,” I said. It was an honest enough answer. I was nervous, sure, but who wouldn’t be when you’re outside after dark?

“Remember, if you turn around, she gets you. If you try to run, she makes it worse. Just stand still when she’s close by and say the words.”

Stefi spoke so seriously that I had to stifle a giggle. It was ridiculous! I kept trying to tell that to all the butterflies stirring in my stomach, but it didn’t do much good.

We climbed off our bikes and set them on their kickstand. Stefi groped about for my hand and entwined her fingers with mine. She was shaking.


“Let’s just get it over with,” I replied.

We walked up to where the cross was placed and paused. Stefi squeezed my hand and took in a slow, shuddering breath. Her fear was starting to have an effect on me, quickening my heartbeat, but I squared my shoulders and clenched my jaw and took a step forward.

We crept along the roadside, careful to keep our eyes pointed straight ahead. Stefi kept reminding me in a trembling whisper that looking anywhere else could lead to trouble. A minute or two passed, it couldn’t have been longer despite feeling like it, and nothing seemed to happen. My fear began to ebb, replaced by an admittedly relieved giddiness that I had been right and I almost turned to Stefi to say “I told you so”.

And then I realized how quiet it was.

All the insects that had been singing loudly when we arrived had gone silent. There were no distant calls from night birds, no breeze passing over us, nothing.

Just the sound of our own breathing.

To my surprise, Stefi sighed, disappointed. I wondered if she realized how quiet everything had become. How could she not feel how claustrophobic it had become out on that open road, how closed off we were in the dark and the silence?

I wanted to ask her, but the question was like a knot in my throat that I couldn’t untangle.

Behind us, grass rustled, followed by the crunch of loose gravel underfoot. Like someone was pulling themselves slowly out of the field and onto the road.





Every hair on my body stood up at once.

“Rina?” I hadn’t realized that my grip on Stefi’s hand had tightened so much. I could feel her eyes on me, but couldn’t bring myself to look at her.

From somewhere over my shoulder, a woman started to sob softly.

“Help me,” she cried plaintively.

“Rina?” Stefi said again.

“S-she’s coming,” I managed to whisper.

Instead of being scared, Stefi snorted. “Real funny. I get it, ok? The Limping Woman is just made up; I’m convinced now. You don’t have to rub it in.”





The unmistakable sound of someone inching towards us, slowly, painfully, crying out with each step.

“Please,” she begged, “I’m hurt and he’s still out there.”

“Stefi,” I hissed, tears burning in my eyes, “she’s coming!”

There must have been something in my voice, a tightness that only true terror could cause, that convinced my friend that I wasn’t just pretending. She grabbed my forearm with her other hand and clutched it until her nails were digging into my skin.

“She only goes after people who don’t believe,” Stefi said. “That must be why-”

“What do I do?” I begged, my mind white and blank.

My entire body was screaming to run, to get away from that thing that was getting closer and closer, but Stefi’s firm grasp and my own mounting dread held me in place.

“Please,” the Limping Woman sobbed, “turn around. Help me!”

“The words,” Stefi said hurriedly, “you have to say the words when she’s right behind you!”

What words? I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t speak or think, I could only hear her.





The legend said you’d hear her uneven footsteps and be forced to listen to her pleas, but no one ever mentioned the smell. The stench of rot and earth and blood oozed through the air, slowly surrounding me and wrapping itself around me like tentacles. Smothering me. I gagged and pressed my free hand over my mouth and shook my head violently, trying to clear it, trying to make sense of things.

Stefi was jerking on my arm and saying something to me, over and over again, but I could barely hear her over the Limping Woman’s cries. The smell was getting so strong, making my stomach pitch and heave until I thought I’d be sick.

I leaned heavily on Stefi and she pulled me in close so that her lips were beside my ear. Through the veil of panic and nausea, I heard her scream.

“Say the words!”





The Limping Woman was so close behind us now that I could feel the chill radiating off of her.

The words, I thought. I had to say the words.

It just reminds her of her own mother and she gets distracted by her grief and leaves you alone, I heard Stefi’s voice from the previous day echo in my head.

Her mother. The words remind her of her mother. The Limping Woman’s last words.

“P-please,” bile rose in the back of my throat, “my mother’s waiting for me.”

The footsteps stopped and were replaced by a high pitched, heart wrenching keen.

From somewhere off in the night, a dog started to howl.

Insects began to sing again. The wind whistled across the field. Sounds of normalcy. Of life.

The Limping Woman continued to screech while I found my legs again and, with Stefi in tow, tore back to the bikes. I never once looked up from the ground. The only thing I saw as we darted by was a pair of feet in torn stockings and pumps, the heel of one of which was missing.

We didn’t stop riding until we made it back to my lawn and, when we got there, I raced to the bushes on the side of the house and vomited.

Stefi claims she didn’t hear or see anything that night, but she believes that I did. She believes that I encountered the Limping Woman. I tried to come up with some kind of rationalization for it, like power of suggestion or something, but when I think back to those footsteps and those sobs and that final scream, I know that there is only explanation.

And now I, too, believe in the Limping Woman.

Onibi Series: Recap

A while back, I answered a question for tumblr user @outerkat that gave an explanation of known information about the characters of the Onibi Series. That information is now outdated, so it’s time for an update!  (As usual, this post was made with the help of @shishikusas​. Bless her heart this fandom would get absolutely nowhere without her.)

This is what we know as of mid-2017.

The canon order of the songs is still:

1. The Spider and the Kitsune-Like Lion

2. The Fox’s Wedding

3. The Beautiful Shadow of the Demon’s Frenzied Dance Performance

4. Demon Child in the Clear Mirror (at the same time as #3, in a different location)

5. Beheading Dance

6. Death, Misfortune, and the Amanojaku

7. Will-O-The-Wisp

8. Star Lily Dance Performance Capital

Time for characters!

Mai Shishikusa

She has two designs. The green-haired one with the bow was how she was first drawn, and its only purpose was to make her recognizable as Gumi. Her canon appearance is the one with long brown hair. 

Mai is a member of the esteemed Shishikusa clan, and after being mistreated by some men when she was very young, she ate them and left one of their heads at the scene. She later devours her own mother, Ryou, during her (Mai’s) birthday party. Delectably morbid.

In The Fox’s Wedding, she is kidnapped by Akari’s brother (we call him Takahiro but he doesn’t have a canon name). She is forcibly fed human flesh (which probably made her cannibalistic tendencies permanent), and it’s likely that she may have been molested at this time, too.

In The Beautiful Shadow of the Demon’s Frenzied Dance Performance, Mai goes crazy and begins to devour more and more people.

She is seen as a doll in Death, Misfortune, and the Amanojaku. Also, Masa has confirmed that Mai and Akari are the characters seen in Beheading Dance.

Star Lily Dance Performance is a dream, a figment of Mai’s imagination. She dreams of a place where she and Akari can be happy together, to comfort herself before she dies.

Akari Oborodzuka 

Her name has been occasionally translated as Zhu Li. Like Mai, she also has two designs. She is the character with red or white pigtails, and her canon design gives her short white hair. I believe that she is, symbolically, the “Kitsune” mentioned throughout the series.

Akari is a member of the Oborodzuka Clan, and is the sole member that is not physically disabled somehow. She endured abuse from her family because of this, and eventually gained the power to make other people hurt themselves.

She imprisoned a violent and evil character named Tsukuyomi inside of an altar in the basement of her home, and I’m fairly certain that this altar is what was commonly being referred to with that recurring line, “Open it?” Tsukuyomi was actually the founder of the Oborodzuka clan, if I’m not mistaken, and is freed centuries later in another Masa series known as Maha’s Story.

In The Spider and the Kitsune-Like Lion, Ryou Shishikusa kidnaps her and tortures her until she dies. At the end of the song, Akari curses her family, saying that this “strange habit of eating people” must be continued for a hundred generations or something like that. This seals Ryou’s fate, and Ryou is later eaten by her daughter Mai as part of this curse.

In The Fox’s Wedding, Akari is alive again. She isn’t involved in Mai’s kidnapping, but I think the two of them might have been secretly married at this time.

Akari is also seen in The Beautiful Shadow of the Demon’s Frenzied Dance Performance and Death, Misfortune, and the Amanojaku, but I’m not certain what her purpose is in these two.

Whether or not she is actually there or only being dreamt of in Star Lily Dance Performance is debatable, but the former is the more comforting option. ;w;

Shikyou the Amanojaku

Shikyou is the Antagonist of the Onibi Series. Her name was only learned recently. This is the Amanojaku mentioned in (you guessed it) Death, Misfortune, and the Amanojaku.

Shikyou is somehow controlling Mai’s fate. Masa said that Mai and Akari were “doomed never to meet.” It’s incredibly likely that Shikyou was behind this, which would explain why she screams and appears to be very distraught in The Beautiful Shadow of the Demon’s Frenzied Dance Performance. If those two hadn’t met, many lives would have been spared from Mai’s cannibalistic tendencies.

Because it was likely a character named Emi that helped Akari and Mai meet each other in person, Shikyou and Emi are enemies.

What confuses me is that even though she seems to be trying to protect the people of Castle Town and must therefore care about humanity, something on Masa’s blog also says that at some point in history, she went on some kinda killing spree? Shikyou’s motives are questionable, to say the least.


For a while we thought that she was the purple-robed Gumi, but that turned out to be Ryou. The lovely @shishikusas talked to Masa, though, and helped clear it up! Emi is the Miku seen in Onibi, but she was given an original appearance in the video for the remix of The Fox’s Wedding!

Emi is, symbolically, the “Doll” mentioned throughout the series. Her ancestors were evil gods, and thus, everyone came to hate her. She bears a grudge against these people, but tries to ignore their feelings at the same time.

She appears ONLY in the song Onibi, and is not to be confused with the other blue Miku character, Kaori.   

All we know other than that is that Masa described her as one of the story’s “Main Heroes.” I think that she’s behind Mai and Akari being able to meet.

Ryou Shishikusa

HOO BOY where do we start with this crazy bitch. Here’s what my dear fact checker had to say about her:

Ryo Shishikusa is Mai’s mother, born into the Onidzuka clan but marrying into the Shishikusa clan through daimyo Tomonari Shishikusa. She has one sister, unnamed, who had a daughter after multiple miscarriages (this daughter is Kaori, the one referred to as the “demon child”). She has a tattoo of a spider on her waist and uses a special knife called “Devil’s Blade” to kill people.

She and Tomonari run a theater in Castle Town (Namitsuki). A lot of Castle Town’s entertainment comes from here. One thing that happens below the theatre is gambling, which Ryo and her husband do with human beings. Evidently, the clans of Castle Town take part in illegal human trafficking of young girls, keeping them under the theater and treating them like animals. 

One day, Tomonari comes to Ryo and says that the other daimyos are becoming bored with the performances and that, for the next performance, someone will be killed for the audience. Ryo hates the idea, but it is business.

Their prisoner, Akari, is thoroughly disgusted and calls Ryou a monster. She says that Ryou is “unable to come back, like us.” Grace and I think that this means Akari has the ability to return from the dead, because that would certainly explain why she is alive later in the series.

Anyway, Ryou tortures and kills Akari before a live audience. After Akari is dead, the blog says (roughly) this:

“I looked aside and saw the surprised faces of the Daimyos. They opened their mouths when they saw me.


It’s hot. 

My face and my hand… are very very hot. 

I was surprised by what I saw on my hand. It was bright red. The small knife in my hand and even my sleeve were red, also, and from the cuff dripped… blood? 

That’s it. I remembered. I tried to kill this girl. 

I looked up at the girl again. Her head was completely downwards and I could see the intestines as I looked at her belly. 

This …was me? I trembled. My heart began to beat almost fast enough to break it.. Unconsciously, I spread my hands and turned to the Daimyo. 

‘Ha ha ha ha ha ha!’ I was laughing.“ 

So yeah Ryou makes a lot of stuff go wrong. Her actions, and probably Emi’s, are what eventually lead to the chaos caused by the meeting between Mai and Akari.

Kaori Onidzuka

This little cutie, formerly referred to as “Etsuko” by the fandom, is Mai’s cousin.

All we know about her is that she may or may not be into killing and torturing animals and that she is the one typically referred to as “Demon Child.” 

Really tho there is like NOTHING on the onibi blog about Kaori so there’s not much to talk about.

Tomonari Shishikusa

This man is a daimyo, husband of Ryou and father of Mai. He must really care for his family, because it was his idea to start killing people for entertainment as a way to bring in more money and he threw Mai a rather luxurious birthday party when the day came. 

So Akari’s curse might not be the only thing that pushed Mai to cannibalism. Evidently, those that turn cannibal sometimes devour parents that pampered them too much. 

The blog says that he and Ryou were having a very important talk with Mai shortly before she devoured them both. Tomonari was eaten first, with Ryou bearing witness just before Mai ate her as well.

Daiji Masaoma

This guy is Mai’s bodyguard. At some point he is found with a large portion of his shoulder eaten away, so it’s likely that he was killed by Mai. we crack ship him with takahiro

Kanishiro Oborodzuka

Here’s what we know about him:

  • He kidnapped Mai from her own hometown, so he’s probably a badass.
  • He has snake eyes.
  • After he kidnapped Mai, he forced her to consume human flesh from the back of a truck.
  • He probably did other unspeakable things to her, but there’s no telling

Here are the headcanons:

  • He does have a physical disability, like his family, but it’s deafness instead of bent/backward limbs or an inability to walk.
  • Therefore, he communicates through others with sign language.
  • He is Akari’s brother, and has red hair like hers.
  • He’s sadistic and cruel, but not as much as Ryou.

But yeah for a minor character, he does play kind of an important role in the story. We’ll probably be hearing more about him later on.


She is Mai’s adopted sister, from the Oborodzuka clan. Apparently she found the dead bodies of her parents after Mai had eaten her fill of them.


Remember, this is the updated info! My old post that says Emi is purple Gumi is WRONG. Hope this helped clear things up!

I wrote a story for a friend as a birthday present, and since she likes gothic fantasy, I thought Elsewhere University would be a good setting for it.


You weren’t sure what to do when your six choice universities all rejected you. You’d expected at least one of them to accept you, since your grades weren’t bad and your student record was clean.

But none of them did. The day you got the last polite form rejection letter, you set it down and sat there, staring out the window. What went wrong?

Elsewhere University offered you an opportunity, one you thought was a joke. But you took it anyway.

And they took you.

Not Them. That would be a different kind of Taken. But you went to Elsewhere.

Move-in day was normal; the dorm was nice, and while it looked old from the outside, the rooms were spacious and comfortable, and you only had one roommate. Yours was a young, rather timid girl named Melanie. She didn’t talk to you much, though you and her were both fans of the same shows and generally had the same sleep patterns, hence the match.

She was quiet. She put up some posters; you put up some posters. Your stuff stayed in boxes for the first few days.

There were immediately meetings. Your parents weren’t invited; no one’s were.

Your RA was a tall girl with an incredible afro and a few jangling silver necklaces that didn’t match her outfit. “I’m Kiera,” she said, standing on a rock and gesturing with a packet of papers. “I’m your RA for the northern wing of the third floor. The southern wing belongs to Jordan.” She indicated the young man standing next to her; he waved, hand half-buried in the sleeve of his blue hoodie.

“First things first,” Kiera started, “welcome to Elsewhere University! You’re very brave.”

What? You wished you knew someone well enough to make confused eye contact. As it was, most of the freshmen looked a little baffled.

“A couple of notes about common courtesy. One, no extraneous loud noises after ten PM on weeknights, except for Fridays. The curfew for Fridays and Saturdays is midnight. Don’t run or throw things in the hallways, it might hit the fire extinguishers. Also, don’t touch anybody else’s bowls or cups that they leave in the hall. If you find a piece of lost jewelry, don’t touch it. If you see anything that isn’t yours, don’t touch it. Don’t run out of salt and don’t take it out of the kitchen. Don’t eat food you find in the kitchen.”

And on and on and on. You were baffled by a few of the rules, but most of them made sense (be careful about who you accept food from, be careful about going places with strangers, et cetera. You weren’t sure why they stressed it so much. That was just basic college knowledge – hell, basic life knowledge.

It got weirder when you noticed that most people seemed to leave bowls of milk by their doors, and seemed to have salt spilled under their windows. Metal jewelry seemed popular; iron necklaces and earrings, dark metal rings, silver studs and bangles.

After a month, you’d started to make some friends, and you and Melanie were comfortable being around each other. And you’d started learning about Elsewhere, and what Kiera had meant by brave. Extra footprints in on the pavement. Strangers at parties, queens striding past robed in shadow, parts of the campus where time didn’t pass or parts where it went too quickly.

Another month, and your delusions were dispelled. You bought iron jewelry, learned how to scrawl sigils on paper and pin them on doors and windows, ran a thin line of salt on the windowsill. Melanie didn’t complain.

You sat on the quad on sunny days, because in early spring (and it was always early spring, somehow) those days were nice, and it was good to be outside.

There were sculpted gardens to sit in, but those were more dangerous. You were playing with fire if you stayed there until nightfall. You came perilously close a few times.

The first time, you found your way out. The second time you did not.

The gardens held such strangeness, and were absolutely a fascinating place to be. Horticulture students set up projects here, taking care not to disturb the ones they didn’t make. So it was usually safe.

But you were caught wandering after dark. And you didn’t realize, marveling at a rose-vine and honeysuckle trellis, that the sunlight was fading until it was nearly too late.

You tried to follow the path out, but it led you in circles, and to places you didn’t know existed. This is how people get Taken, you thought desperately, hoping and praying that somehow it would be okay.

As if it were answering your prayer – and perhaps it was – the cat appeared. You froze at the sight of slitted eyes, but realized it wasn’t one of Them when the eyes leaped down and came over to rub against your leg and stare upwards.

Green Eyes, the cat was called, because that’s what it had. Green eyes set deep in its long face, sandy fur with black hints at the ears, paws, and tail-tip. You didn’t learn its name until later, and you never really figured out if it was an ordinary cat, or one of Them, or something else entirely.

“Can you lead me out?” you asked it, and it stared back. Your heart was pounding; you had no other lifeline.

It flicked its tail in the air like a banner and trotted away through the dusk. You followed it (because you had no other choice) and like a charm you found yourself stumbling out onto the quad. A few surprised upperclassmen watched, and when you looked for the cat, it was gone.

You tried to figure out how to repay the cat, if in fact you could. Next time you saw it, you promised yourself, you would give it something.

And you did see it again. Quite often, in fact. It was skirting the parking lot behind the biochemistry building, and when you crouched down and held out your hand, it came over and sniffed at your fingers before rubbing on you.

Then it was over by the dining hall, then walking alongside you on your way to one of your classes, then to all of them. Eventually, it came up to you while you were on the quad.

Melanie was there (though, like most other students, she’d quickly adopted a pseudonym and now went by Melody), and a few other friends you’d made, including a couple of upperclassmen. At Elsewhere, for some reason, the classes mixed a lot more than they did at other colleges. You weren’t sure why.

Green Eyes trotted up to you while you were sitting on a blanket in the grass. The upperclassmen stopped talking entirely and tried to avert their eyes, but when you reached out your hand and let Green Eyes sniff it and rub against you, they couldn’t help but stare.

“How are you doing that?”

You glanced up, at Shine, a girl with spiky white hair. “Doing what?”

“Green Eyes. You…” she paused, indicating the cat. Green Eyes looked to her – she shuddered – and lay down next to you, allowing you to stroke its fur and play with its ears.

The other upperclassman looked you in the eyes. “What did you do?” they asked, dead serious.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“It’s claimed you.”

That you didn’t understand. You didn’t know how to ask if it was one of Them, but you said, “In… what sort of way?”

“I’m not sure.”

That answer wasn’t good.

Green Eyes didn’t interact with others much, and seemed to seek me out often. It always rubbed against me – I knew that’s how cats designated things as theirs, but I didn’t realize the full extent of Green Eyes’ claim.

During a party one night you found yourself stepping outside with a handsome boy, a soft-spoken boy with white hair and the whisper of fall wind (you missed fall, here in this place where the seasons never seemed to change properly) in his voice. You saw Green Eyes watching from the top of a fence, and the boy excused himself after a moment and didn’t come back. Your hands itched under the skin where he’d held them, but looked no different; your lips remained numb for days until you shook off the longing, kept inside by the memory of lantern-green eyes in the night air.

Labs never ended after dark, but your study session did, and when you braved the night (because the library closed, and you did not want to interrupt any of the Courtly business that goes on there) and the sound of baying hounds and the fell piercing blasts of hunting horns, when you stepped along the solid concrete while the rest of the world shifted and you passed the student center and the native plant garden and the towering trees that dropped leaves like silver and shadows like blood, Green Eyes went with you. You felt it join you when you walked outside, and it brought you to safety, tail held high.

You saw it everywhere. Legend said Siamese cats had kinked tails because they’d once held rings for royalty. You wondered which royalty; tall tales said Egyptian, but Green Eyes felt like something Else.

It’s hard to remember when you graduated. A lot of your time at Elsewhere is blurry, indistinct, like a fogged glass. But you have never forgotten Green Eyes, and when you return to Elsewhere – because all those who love Elsewhere come back eventually – you see it waiting for you on the sidewalk next to the drive, tail curled over its paws, the stream of students dividing gently around it.

You don’t lean down to pet it, because that’s not what you’re supposed to do right now. But it does rub against your leg again when you get out of the car, and when you step inside your new (old, very old, old enough to have memories and old enough to act on them) house, it waits patiently for you to invite it inside.

Its motives are mysterious. The aura it gives you is one of fear and mystery. The librarian who hunts monsters eyes it occasionally, but never makes a move; she doesn’t understand it either.

But you go into the sculpted gardens, and you go there at night. Green Eyes is always with you, to lead you out. Someday, you fear, Green Eyes will abandon you in the lilac labyrinth and you’ll finally be Taken; but it doesn’t feel like that’s what it wants to do.

You asked it one night, sitting on a bench surrounded by fireflies and watching shadows silently pass by with no people to cast them. Green Eyes sat on your lap.

“Why do you help me?” you asked it, glancing down. “Why did you do all of this?”

Green Eyes stared back up, and flicked its ears back and yawned; a smile, you recognize, from reading its behavior over the years.

“Is it because I asked for help? What did you want in return?”

Silence, but Green Eyes bumped your hand and began to purr loudly enough to shake. There’s something about Green Eyes that resists Them and Their works; its ability to navigate the gardens, and its aid to you over the years, has proved that. It does not need  your companionship; it does not need you as you needed it.

You look up. Green Eyes flicks its tail back and forth and you realize that while you are its companion, now, and it wouldn’t leave you, you don’t actually need it to get through the gardens. You know them in your mind, like a house you’ve lived in for a long time. When you step through the flowers and topiary you go where you want to go, not where anything else wants you to go. Green Eyes has taught you how.

When you walk through the gardens sometimes you see lost students stumbling under the trellises, eyes haunted, breath rasping in their mouths as they struggle to get out. You approach them.

You look about their age (Age is funny at Elsewhere; when you came back, you seemed to return to who you were when you left. The rest of the world is all iron and highways and radios, and you remember the things you learned here when you came back) and you realize now that they are too scared of Green Eyes to ask for help.

But they don’t need to ask you. You can offer. And when they see your human features and Green Eyes at your feet, they accept.


Ok, so interesting stuff I gathered from the new su episodes:

-the gems from Amethyst’s kindergarden are the most amazing thing ever

-apparently the beta gems are miscoloured?

-jasper was the only one who made it a) off earth or b) off zoo duty

-blue diamond is easily persuaded holy shit

-the guard gem (i can’t remember her name) just had her whole life turned around and is probably gonna have an existential crisis over a pearl telling her off

-blue diamond is a grieving mess but that doesn’t excuse KIDNAPPING PEOPLE AND SHATTERING GEMS BECAUSE THEY’VE FUSED ARE YOU KIDDING ME

-yellow diamond doesn’t know how grief works and she’s gonna have a breakdown

- i really liked the beta gem they showed us (was it another jasper, a carneol maybe?)


-ruby holds sapphire’s hand to keep her from freezing herself

-ruby is NOT dumb

-garnet is scared af of blue diamond (understandably)


-blue pearl is indeed a shy little thing and apparently dancing with yellow pearl is nice ™

-blue Diamond’s voice makes me cry

-like, I thought she was gonna be some stone cold calculating ice rock but she just cries all the time (although we did get a glimpse of how terrifying she can be as soon as there’s subjects around)


-yellow diamond admits that they all love pink diamond

-the lyrics got me (There’s no use in feeling [pause] blue)

-like, was i the only one who went ‘damn, that’s a double meaning if I’ve ever seen one’ 1) There’s no use in feeling, Blue or 2) There’s no use in feeling blue (feeling blue = feeling sad)

-the humans in the zoo do not handle rejection well

-i wonder if their earrings tell them how to procreate too?


-the zoo is creepy

-the guard gem played herself

-She has her gem on the back of her head - we’ve never seen that before, so that’s interesting

-i’m dead

-like, I legit died watching this


Battered (Nolan Holloway)

Fourth Installment of the Broken Series

Broken Bruised Burned

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“Nolan it’s you I feel sorry for, because once this is all over you’re not going to have anyone left who cares.”

“Nolan waiting for you is like waiting for rain in a drought, useless and disappointing.”

"I’m leaving Nolan, because of you and your friends, you don’t get to do this to me anymore. Goodbye Nolan.”

“you don’t hurt the people you love.”

Her words kept replaying in my head as I sat in her near empty room. The picture of us, ripped to pieces on the floor. What was I even doing? I grabbed the tape from her desk and sat trying to tape together the picture. I managed to get most of the pieces, but they were barely hanging on, signifying how I felt. I was still together, but barely hanging on. I put the picture in my backpack before walking towards my home. I walk in the door catching my mothers attention.

“Nolan sweetheart come here.” She said calling me in the living room.

I walk in slowly seeing her watching the news. A picture of the two werewolves from the police station is up on the screen with the words missing under it.

“kids in this town, they’re just disappearing. Innocent kids, gone just like that, not even a trace to be found.” Mom said looking at the television.

I tore my eyes away, I couldn’t look.

“I feel bad for their parents, I’d be devastated if anything ever happened to you.” Mom said standing up and walking over to me.

I gave her hug feeling a tear trickle down from my eye.

“Nolan baby are you crying?” She asked wiping the tear away.

“I think I hurt someone I love, and I don’t know how to fix it.” I admitted feeling all the tears rush from my eyes.

It was almost as if a dam of emotions burst. I collapsed on the floor while my mother held me. It was pretty pathetic if you asked me, a teenage boy sobbing on his living room floor while his mom held him.

“Nolan, honey you can’t just give up on someone because the situation’s not ideal. Great relationships aren’t great because they have no problems, they’re great because both people care enough about the other person to find a way to make it work.” Mom said running a hand through my hair.

“what if it’s too late?” I asked my voice cracking from emotions.

She left. She was gone and I’ll probably never get the chance to fix things.

“It’s never too late Nolan. No matter how long you have traveled in the wrong direction, you can always turn around.” She said wiping the tears from my cheeks.

I gave her a smile before going inside my room. I took the picture out of my backpack, holding it in my hands as I lay down. I just stared at our smiling faces. You can always turn around. I was going to turn around.

“I promise y/n I’m going to turn around for you.” I whispered tucking the picture under my pillow.

I didn’t get much sleep that night. The next morning was rough,  I didn’t want to go to school but my mom forced me. As soon as I walked in I was called to Monroe’s office. I walk in seeing the agent that was at the police station last night.

“Nolan Holloway.” He said pulling a chair out for me to sit down.

I looked to Monroe for guidance but she didn’t say anything.

“I’m agent McCall and I want to question you about the disappearance of Jiang and Tierney, the two teenagers from the police station the other night.” He said glaring at me.

I swallowed the lump in my throat before speaking up.

“I don’t know anything.” I said.

“if was funny how they just escaped police custody last night.” He added making me even more nervous.

“they attacked a deputy.” Monroe shot back at him.

“I heard those wounds were self inflicted. All I want to know Nolan is if you’ve heard anything from Jiang considering you were friends.” Agent McCall said leaning closer to me.

I could feel my anxiety rising. Of course I knew what really happened to them.

“we’re uh not friends anymore.” I said trying to control my breathing.

“That seems to happen to you a lot Nolan, your former friends just disappear, like the Yukimura girl.” He said.

I rubbed my neck nervously. Agent McCall placed a picture in front of me, it was the picture of me and y/n that I taped back together. He had to have gone to my house to get that. I quickly looked at Monroe to see a disappointing look in her eyes.

“that’s enough Agent you really shouldn’t be harassing a student.” Monroe said standing up and showing him the door.

“you put a gun in his hands.” He said glaring at Monroe.

“I’m teaching him how to protect himself.” She said sizing him up.

“He isn’t in danger, those missing kids are.” Agent McCall said towering over her.

“Funny how you’re here alone Agent McCall I’m guessing your bosses don’t believe that either that or you haven’t told them exactly what you’re investigating.” Monroe said pushing him near the door.

“this isn’t over.” He said looking at me once again.

“yes it is McCall.” She said slamming the door in his face.

I couldn’t control my shaking breath as Monroe sat back down in front of me.

“what did he mean they disappeared? I thought they all left?” I questioned looking at the picture.

“No one has heard from them, meaning they didn’t leave, or someone killed them, all of them.” She said grabbing the picture.

She ripped it up tossing it in her trash can. 

“she isn’t that girl anymore Nolan, you know that right?” She said putting her hand over mine.

I silently shook my head yes, wanting nothing more than to get out of the uncomfortable situation. She got up opening the door signaling I could leave. I ran to the locker room trying to control my shaky breathing. Dead? No she couldn’t be dead.

“help me.” A faint voice said.

I walked around the lockers to see Edgar laying on the floor with bumps protruding from his skin. Suddenly his eyes, nose, and mouth erupt with thousands of spiders that quickly obscure his face. I quickly take a step back freaked out by what I just witnessed. Gabe walks in along with Monroe. Edgar is still alive and convulsing on the ground.

“get rid of it.” Monroe growls at me and Gabe.

“how?” Gabe replies too quickly.

“just do it.” She demands.

I couldn’t do it. Gabe walks over wrapping his hands around Edgar’s throat. He squeezes tightly while Edgar starts to flail his arms and legs. Gabe keeps the pressure on his throat until Edgar stops moving completely. I felt sick to my stomach. This is what they were going to do to y/n if she wasn’t dead already. I knew I couldn’t let that happen.

“help him get rid of the body.” Monroe growled at me.

I went to walk forward but she grabbed my arm yanking me back.

“Gabe just proved to me that I can count on him, can I count on you Nolan? I’m really wondering where your priorities lie. I’m going to give you a piece of advice Nolan, don’t fall in love with a dead girl cause if she isn’t already dead, I’m going to kill her myself” She says before releasing my arm.

She left me there contemplating what she said. It was too late not to fall in love with her but I’ll be damned if Monroe thinks she’s going to kill her. I helped Gabe dump Edgar’s body before going in to trigonometry. The teacher handed out our exams but I couldn’t focus on it. I look up from my paper and see Mason carrying a bunch of blankets down the hall. I quickly write nonsense on my paper before getting up to follow him. He walks outside putting them in the trunk of a car. I quickly get in my car and start following him. I pull out my phone texting Gabe that I found them. I was going to save her.


“this plan is going to get us all killed you know.” Theo said for the hundredth time.

“yes Debby Downer, you’ve said that already.” I said rolling my eyes at him.

“we’re going to die anyways so might as well put up a fight before we do.” Liam said checking his phone for Mason’s text.

“yeah but I’d prefer to die somewhere that wasn’t an abandoned old zoo.” Theo said looking around in disgust.

“look it works perfectly for the plan, now be quiet Mason is calling.” Liam said answering his phone.

The plan was for me, Theo, and Liam to lure all the hunters to the zoo while Scott, Lydia, Malia, and Argent destroyed the guns in Gerard’s armory. I knew Nolan was foolish enough to follow Mason. He was afraid of Monroe so he’d do what he though would please her including selling me out. I can’t believed I thought he actually cared about me. There’s no love now, just war. Mason pulled up quickly popping the trunk open. Theo and I grabbed the sleeping bags from the trunk slinging them over our shoulders.

“should I stay to help?” Mason asked.

“his friends shoot to kill, go home.” Theo said.

I put a comforting hand on his shoulder giving it a squeeze.

“oh yeah totally, Lydia would kill me if I got blood on her car.” Mason said laughing nervously.

“Don’t worry Mason, Nolan’s going to do the rest.” I said giving him a smile.

“they’re coming we have to go.” Theo said pulling on my arm.

I gave Mason a smile before disappearing in the zoo with Theo and Liam. Nolan pulled up in his car followed by a truck with two hunters inside. I looked at the boys, this was not part of the plan!

“where’s the rest of you?” Nolan questioned looking at the two men.

they looked at each other before looking at Nolan.

“we’re not just facing a pack okay? there’s a banshee, a true alpha, a kitsune.” He said that last part slowly.

I felt tears well up in my eyes but I quickly blinked them away.

“I don’t see anyone here.” One of the hunters said.

“where’s the backup? There should be about 20 more of them.” Theo said in my ear.

“they only saw us.” Liam said looking at the hunters.

“they won’t believe Nolan either.” I said looking straight at the boy I loved.

“fine then they have to believe us. ISN’T THAT RIGHT!” Theo shouts.

“why are you yelling?” I questioned.


"dude what the hell are you doing?” Liam whispers.

“SHUT UP.” Theo yells causing Liam to flinch.

I glanced at the hunters seeing that they were very interested now. Theo punches Liam in the face making him growl.


“MALIA HELP ME BREAK THEM UP!” I yelled looking at the hunters.

“YOU THINK YOU CAN TAKE ME LIAM?” Theo growled at him.

“okay I get what you’re doing but did you really have to punch me?” Liam groaned holding his jaw.

Theo punched him again making Liam extremely angry. Liam ran at Theo trying to tackle him but Theo was easily able to dodge him.


Liam growled charging at Theo. The two started fighting making a lot of noise.

“GUYS STOP FIGHTING, SCOTT HELP ME!” I yelled making it more believable.

Liam and Theo continued fighting until Theo claws at Liam’s stomach ripping his shirt.

“are you done? or should we keep going.” Liam said annoyed looking at his torn shirt.

“we need to call for backup” The one hunter said running to his truck.

“nah, I think they’re sold.” I said smirking.

“you ripped my t-shirt.” Liam growled at Theo.

“you broke my nose. twice. it healed and you broke it again. two times.” Theo said making me laugh.

Liam punched him in the face again making him fall to the ground.

“three times.” I said laughing still.

Nolan and the two hunters started walking closer to where we were.

“come on guys we need to back away.” I said grabbing Theo off the ground.

We ran around the zoo for about 30 minutes with no sign of backup coming.

“there is still only those three and it’s been a half an hour.” Liam said.

“don’t blame me you’re the one who picked the abandoned zoo.” I said holding up my hands in defense.

“why are we here exactly?” Theo questioned further.

“because it’s like Mykonos.” Liam said.

“Like what?” Theo said completely lost.

“It’s a greek island.” I said rolling my eyes. 

“yeah in the city they built these long narrow winding streets that all run in to each other. Invaders would get lost in them like they were in some big maze.” Liam explained further.

“I’m impressed. It’s a good plan.” Theo said looking at Liam.

“only if the invaders actually show up!” I said staring at where Nolan and the two other hunters stood.

Just as the words left my lips, five black SUV’s pulled up with hunters piling out of them.

“I think they just showed up.” Theo said.

I glared at Tamara Monroe as she steps out of the car. She was responsible for all of this. She brainwashed Nolan and all of the other people.

“come on y/n we’re supposed to be decoys not target practice.” Theo said putting a hand on my shoulder but I quickly shook it off.

“y/n I know you’re angry.” Liam started but I quickly cut him off.

“I’m fine.” I growled

I was anything but fine. I wanted revenge, on Monroe, on Gerard, on Nolan.

“look you can be angry at Nolan and still stay alive now come on.” Theo said grabbing my shoulder again.

I quickly whip around flashing my eyes at him.

“fine stay here and get caught but I’m not dying in here.” Theo said rolling his eyes before running off.

“y/n are you okay?” Liam asked carefully stepping towards me.

“I’m fine.” I growled.

My fox was making an appearance even though I hadn’t requested it to come out.

“y/n” Liam said stepping closer.

I growled before snapping my katana in to place and holding it at Liam’s throat. I was so angry that I wanted to hurt something. Liam raised his hands in surrender.

“y/n stop you don’t want to hurt me."  Liam gulped.

I commanded my fox to go away once I realized what was happening.

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"Liam, I don’t know what happened.” I said dropping my sword on the ground.

“it’s okay, but we need to go now.” He said grabbing my hand.

We ran to another part of the zoo when we head a voice. Not just any voice. Nolan’s. We peak around the wall at Nolan until Theo violently yanks us back   throwing us on the ground.

“are you two crazy, get back he’ll see you!” Theo growled.

“get off of me.” Liam growled back.

“Liam I’m serious get back.” Theo said not letting go.

“I said let go.” Liam said flashing his golden eyes.

Theo let go and Liam stood up. I sat on the ground trying to keep my composure.

“what is going on with you two?” Theo said looking at me and Liam.

I didn’t say anything neither did Liam.

“It can’t just be Nolan something around here is triggering you guys. You can’t keep control of your fox and you can’t keep control of your anger.” Theo added.

“I’m fine.” Liam snapped.

“what is it Liam? the hunters? you don’t like cages? you scared of heights?” Theo taunted.

“I said I’m fine!” Liam snapped.

Nolan suddenly appeared point a loaded crossbow in front of him.

“Nolan.” I growled standing up.

Liam started to breath heavily.

“don’t move any of you.” Nolan said.

I looked between Nolan and Liam realizing what was about to happen. I dove in front of Nolan just as Liam tackled us off the zoo enclosure. We hit the ground and the boys stopped but I didn’t. I continued to roll down the hill earning scrapes and bruises on the way down.

“Y/N!” I heard Nolan and Theo call.

I finally stopped rolling reaching the bottom of the hill. I groaned trying to get up. I lifted my head to be met with nothing else then a barrel of a gun.

“well hello again.” The familiar voice of Tamara Monroe rung out.

Remember how I said Nolan was going to get me killed? I think he just did.

Next Part: Bloodied.

Honestly, the Bellarke separation and time jump, and a good portion of their dynamic overall, fall into such a blatantly obvious TV trope for slow burn couples I don’t know how some people still don’t think they’re endgame… I mean… IT’S. SO. FUCKING. OBVIOUS. 

Just look at them compared to (some of) the most mainstream/popular ships in the genre.

Bellamy and Clarke (The 100)

  • 4 condensed seasons (58 episodes) and not explicitly canon
  • partnership dynamic
  • “together”/”i can’t do this without you” moment
  • separation
  • thinks the other is, or could be, dead
  • no other slow burns on the show (besides kabby, but they don’t fit the ep rule)

Canon “Slow Burn” Ships (40 ep or more)

Mulder and Scully (The X-Files)

  • 7 full seasons to kiss, 10 to go “canon” (romance still denied by show runner)
  • partnership dynamic: check
  • “together”/”i can’t do this without you” moment: check (x20)
  • separation: check 
  • thought the other was dead: check
  • no other slow burns on the show

Rick and Michonne (The Walking Dead)

  • 4 condensed seasons to kiss and go canon
  • partner ship dynamic: check
  • “together”/”i can’t do this without you” moment: check
  • separation: check 
  • thought the other was dead: check (for a brief second but also probably assumed dead after the prison attack)
  • no other canon slow burns on the show

Fitz and Simmons (Agents of SHIELD)

  • 3 full seasons to kiss, then go canon
  • partnership dynamic: check 
  • “together”/”i can’t do this without you” moment: check
  • separation: check 
  • thought the other was dead: check
  • no other canon slow burns on the show

Stiles and Lydia (Teen Wolf)

  • 3 full seasons to kiss, 6 to go canon
  • partnership dynamic: check
  • “together”/”i can’t do this without you” moment: check
  • separation: check
  • thought the other was dead: she forgot he existed so… partial check?
  • no other canon slow burns on the show

Emma and Hook (Once Upon a Time)

  • 3 full seasons to kiss and then go canon 
  • partnership dynamic: kinda
  • “together”/”i can’t do this without you” moment: check
  • separation: check (multiple times)
  • thought the other was dead: check
  • no other canon slow burns on the show

I mean HELLO??? 

Just extended separations (especially combined with one thinking or assuming the other could be dead/one never giving up hope of finding them) is such a romantic trope linked with canon romantic couples. Desmond and Penny (Lost), Jamie and Claire (Outlander), Glenn and Maggie (The Walking Dead), again Mulder and Scully (The X-Files) thought the other had died at least once a season. Even books use it: Jane and Mr. Rochester (Jane Eyre), Kell and Lila (Shades of Magic series), Kaz and Inej (SoC), Darrow and Mustang (Red Rising), Katniss and Peeta (The Hunger Games), Buttercup and Wesley (The Princess Bride)???, I mean Odysseus and Penelope for fUCKS SAKE (The Odyssey).

It’s almost as if long separations (where one half thinks the other could be dead) are almost always linked with romantic relationships… interesting… very interesting. It is not a platonic trope, my guys.

They wouldn’t go through the trouble of separating Bellamy and Clarke, and focusing on the specific reactions of Bellamy leaving Clarke (not his sister), and Clarke being without Bellamy (not her mother or other friends) if it wasn’t romantic as fuck and an endgame ship. Platonic my ass….

**Disclaimer, since this is Tumblr and some people like to get mad: this is not me directly comparing Bellarke to any of these ship (besides maybe Mulder and Scully, but I do that anyway). The only thing I’m comparing about these ships are the pace of their progression, and the aspects of their dynamic that are common with slow burn ships. I didn’t pick them for any other reason, other than they were the most popular and longest ships in the category I discussed.


Eric x Leader!Reader

“That’s enough for today initiates.” You called, helping one of them up as they filed out.

“You’re going to easy on them.” Eric informed you from his position across the room, slouched against the wall.

“Just because they’re new doesn’t mean I have to push them as hard as you do.” You huffed at him as he grabbed one of the pieces of equipment from your hands, looking down at you for a minute before carrying it to the store cupboard for you.

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Klangst - Don’t Keep it Bottled Up, part 1

Back with another headcanon! I started this a while back, but I’ve been taking forever writing it (thank you for your patience @treasuredbuns!) and I decided to split it up. This headcanon is a result of my need to write some angst after writing so much fluff recently. Though I feel like I still backed out of the angst a little bit…

I apologise for any mistakes and OOCness that might appear/occur. Part 2 is now up, and you will be able to find more headcanons on my headcanon masterpost. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

The paladins continued to use the mind-melding training since it really was a good exercise for them to practice focusing. It helped them to better understand one another and strengthen the bonds between them as they each trusted each other with their thoughts and feelings.

Well, it was supposed to.

After one particularly long day of training, it seemed as if Lance and Keith’s patience with each other had peaked.

“Lance, stop daydreaming we’re trying to train here!”

“Uh, excuuuse me?! I think you’ll find you’re the one who needs to concentrate more! Your projection keeps losing focus!”

“Well, at least mine is sticking to one image, yours keeps changing!”

“Come on, guys, that’s enough! We can’t train if all you can think about is fighting.” Sure enough, just as Shiro said, their images were now completely indiscernible as their minds filled with irritation. Coran had always warned them how the mind-melding never worked well with emotions. However, the two of them didn’t seem to hear his scolding, continuing to bicker with each other. Shiro sighed, knowing now that they could keep this up for a good hour or so. “We’ll stop there for today, I think we all need a rest.”

“And food! I’m starving. Anyone else fancy something to eat?” Hunk asked as he removed the headset.

“Sure, I could do with something!” Pidge replied as she tried to shake some feeling into her dead legs.

“Sounds good. Keith, Lance, are you going to join us?” Neither one replied to Shiro as they stared each other down. Sighing in defeat, Shiro followed Pidge and Hunk out of the training room, hoping that the two of them would finish their squabbling soon.

Lance narrowed his eyes at Keith, a deep scowl on his face. That was it, Keith couldn’t stand it anymore.

“WHAT is your problem with me?!” If possible, Lance’s frown deepened.

“What do you mean?! I think you’ll find that you have just as much a problem with me!”

“What?!” Keith asked incredulously. “I think you’ll find that you are the one who’s been hostile since we first met!”

“-asn’t our first meeting…” The words were so quiet compared to their earlier shouts, that Keith barely caught any of the uttered sentence.


“I said that I can’t see what’s so special about you!” Keith blinked in bewilderment, his mouth opening and closing a few times as he tried to process what Lance said.

“Since when did I ever say I was spe-?”

“You didn’t have to! Everyone else said it enough times!” Keith was well and truly lost. What was Lance on about?! Lance didn’t notice Keith’s anger being replaced by confusion, turning to curiosity as Lance’s projection started becoming clearer again.

“Back at the garrison all I’d hear is how great Keith is! “Passed your flight theory? Well Keith passed his a year early!”, “Keith’s the top of his class again”, “Keith’s such a prodigy, I wonder if he’ll graduate early?”. It didn’t matter what I did, it wasn’t any good. Not whilst you were impressing everyone around you. It was like I was invisible!”

Keith eyes flickered between Lance’s projection of snippets of the garrison, of faces in uniform with scowls bearing down, and Lance’s face. His shouts had become louder and hysterical. Pent up frustrations making his voice crack and his eyes shine with gathering tears. But Keith was still lost. Had they really said so much about him?! He could barely remember the garrison from before Shiro left. He had always strived to catch up to him and afterwards he could only remember how the commanders would scold him. Dismiss him. Had they really held him in such high regard?!

Lance didn’t even pause for breath before he continued. Eyes wild, like Keith had never seen before.

“Even after they expelled you, they couldn’t shut up about you! You didn’t even have to be there for them to rave about your abilities! Meanwhile it took everything I had just to be noticed. To be referred to something other than “not as good as Keith”.” Keith was starting to get worried. He’d never seen Lance so worked up before.


“Even now, all the team knows how talented you are. Allura didn’t even have to know you to know that /you/ should pilot Red! Shiro depends on you, trusts you more than anyone! Yet no one will listen to me, or even consider what I’m saying until someone backs me up!”


“I’m tired of being called stupid!”

“Lance, no one calls you stupid-”

“They don’t need to! It’s obvious they think that!”

“Lance, calm down! You’re not thinking straight! You know we all-”

“No! Don’t you /dare/ speak like you know how I feel! You don’t know what it’s like to /not/ be loved by everyone!” Keith’s mouth, which had opened to retaliate, shut with a snap. His eyes, which had been clear, glossed over. The change was enough to get Lance’s attention. He winced as his head was suddenly filled with emotions which weren’t his own.

Fear and a deep /aching/ sadness. Loneliness. Images flashed before him, so engrossing that Lance couldn’t tell if they were projections or in his mind. The details were lost, only shapes and muffled sounds flickered through the haze. Backs turned; smiles facing away from him; dark places; fear, a young naïve fear, like that of monsters.

There are people, but they aren’t there for him. There are hands, but they don’t hold him. They shove and they sting. They are cold. There is no warmth. There are laughs, but he can’t laugh with them. Mouths hidden behind hands failing to keep the voices from his ears. He knows he doesn’t belong, but there’s nowhere else.

Is there?

Then he’s running. Because there must be a place. Somewhere, anywhere. He just wants someone to hol-

The image was ripped from Lance’s mind and he winced, eye blinking rapidly to adjust to the room. His eyes found the shattered remains of a headset. He watched as the boot raised itself from the wreckage, metal dropping from the sole in ‘ping’s. As his eyes followed the boot, he was reminded as to where he was. Who he was with. What he was doing.

“/I’m/ the one who doesn’t know…?” Keith’s voice was quiet, shaking. Disbelieving. Lance could hear his laboured breathing. Quick, short gulps of air. Keith’s face was stricken. Lance could feel his words weigh as lead in his stomach. He felt sick. And yet he was the one who…

“Keith, I-!” As Lance started, Keith convulsed, finally coming back to himself before he adopted a cold mask. Lance shivered at the look he received. And then Keith was going, taking long, heavy strides which carried him to the door before Lance even registered his movement.

Then he was gone, leaving Lance staring at the door as if he might reappear. He was like that for a few seconds, minutes maybe, then he slumped, all fight gone from him as the situation sunk in. He had never seen Keith’s face so devoid of emotion.

He looked down to the shards of the headset, feeling similar shards digging into his chest. It was like he could see their bond in tatters, scattered at his feet. He hadn’t even realised just how close they’d become, consumed with his jealousy, blinding him to the truth. Until the extent of what he’d lost was laid in front of him. Utterly broken and torn. He’d done that.

He’d always been good at breaking things. He only wished he knew how to fix it. He only hoped it /could/ be fixed. His hands pulled at his hair, the pain grounding.

Why did he always have to mess things up? Oh… great. Even Lance didn’t like himself now.

Aaaand that’s where part 1 ends! Hope you liked it and check out part 2! Again, I’m always happy to chat about Voltron or discuss/create headcanons with people (I’ve been having some great conversations with people recently! You know who you are - thank you!).

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m » soonyoung [ PT. 02 ]

genre: absolute smut!

word count: 6 500

synopsis: you are dragged to dance class by your friend, but don’t realize the guy she practices with is the same dude you walked in on with another girl at the frat party :-((

You shouldn’t have let Mina drag you to her dance studio, instant regret seeping like thick tar through your bones and clumping your insecurities in one erratic bunch. The floors appeared so smooth and polished, the fluorescent lighting casting bright scars to litter the wood and bubble an unwavering taunt about how slippery the surface could be. Mirrors were plastered to the front wall, all spiffy and spotless while intimidatingly large speakers pumped melodies of music into open air.

The principal reason for you winding up in a place like this was because you uttered one mindless sentence, “I mean, I wouldn’t mind learning to dance,” to Mina one afternoon, and since then she’d been dead set about hauling you to the studio she practiced at. It was just after four o'clock as Mina’s grip on your fingers slithered away, leaving you to stand in an empty dressing room while she shed her attire for something more suitable. You had a change of clothes in your bag too, but you were hesitant to slip them on, mostly because one simpering thought was staining the corners of your mind and gnawing at your flesh.

Mina really should have told you earlier she practiced dance with, Kwon Soonyoung, the attractive blonde that you accidentally stumbled in on screwing some girl at a frat party. The memory cut through your brain in a spastic flash, until the only depiction blotching across your eyelids was the girl propped against the bathroom sink, wisps of hair dancing before her face and the obscurities she relentlessly keened. 

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