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complete-idiot-in-love · 1 year ago

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Once Upon a Witchlight: Episode 42! (SPOILERS AHEAD!!)

Still love these goofy bitches :3

Twig being dead is so sad, Alexa play Despacito

My S/I would definitely be on the floor sobbing or sobbing into Torbek bc they'd feel so bad for not doing more to protect Twig

NO, DO NOT GIVE TWIG WITCHLIGHT KREMY. ONE IT WOULD DEFINITELY HURT TORBEK AND TWO WE DON'T NEED A ZOMTWIG WITH A MURDEROUS DOUBLE PERSONALITY

If the scene wasn't so sad, I'm sure Kremy would be plundering the bronze toad for its money, bronze frog would be EMPTIED fr fr

I wonder what the rubix cube Frost got does (I don't care what Nikki says, it's a rubix cube to me)

I find it extremely sus that Twig died in the room with “Child sized coffins" in it, like was she always meant to die and the party just got too attached or what?

Torbek apologizing for not fighting good enough WHEN HE LITERALLY ALMOST DIED is so sad, leave my favorite pathetic cat man alone >:(

TORBEKS WOUNDS LOOKING WORSE BECAUSE HE TRIED USING HIS WITCHLIGHT. ANDY I'M GOING TO HURT YOU /J, LEAVE MY BESTIE ALONE (T-T)

“I just wanna bring her back, not for me but for you" The " Ironic” husbands strike again, love my dad's so much

Gideon telling Torbek to his face that he doesn't care if he dies is so funny for some reason but also I WOULD CARE GIDEON, I WOULD CARE SO MUCH!

THE DRAWING LABELED “MY FAMILY" WHY NIKKI? WHYYYYYYYY??? (T-T)

Torbek with Mr. Moony the puppet is so funny, him puppeteering it is very appreciated during these sad moments

When they talk about their dice rolls in their characters voices all i can imagine is the actual characters being forced to roll dice for their actions

OH FUCK, BAVLORNA CAUGHT US STEALING HER SHIT :O

"Please don't make Hootsie an orphan" "WATTA DO, MRS. BLIGHTSTRAW?" Two types of people fr fr

Gideon is so damn angry about Twig dying

They are all so dumb but i love these goofy bitches

Bavlorna is so gross, we love a manic pixie dream girl! /j

"OH HELL YEAH, COOKIES!" -My S/I (9 intelligence frfr)

"You would make a great coat!" OH HELL NAH, BAVLORNA IS DYING IF SHE MESSES WITH MY HOMIE TORBEK

BEEZLEBERRY COOKIES YESSS

What is it with the hags and acting like grandmas? "Granny Nightshade"? "Mommy Lorna"?

Torbek drinking trash water and Frost getting hairballs XD

Torbek definitely does single white guy cooking, bro will eat anything fr fr

Torbek's animal impressions are spot on /j

"YOU WANT ME TO USE HER MOUTH LIKE A DAMN NUTCRACKER?" - Gideon calmly asked /j

Husband fight, couples therapy imminent

If Bavlorna was good and not batshit crazy, she'd definitely be someone who I could see adopting Torbek or my S/I.

SCABATHA >:( /THREATENINGLY

Big-brimmed hat darkling mommy /j

YOOOO NAT 20 FOR GRICKO ON INSIGHT, LESSS GOOOOO

Oh fuck, accidental murder????

MORE COOKIES FOR TORBEK AND I POGGG, Besties share a sweet tooth

Earl grey tea and beezleberry cookies sound so good right now fr fr

Torbek please don't make a deal with Bavlorna

OH FUCK, ACCIDENTAL MURDER!!!

Gideon spinning his cup counterclockwise in anger is going to kill the party

KREMY IS DEFINITELY GOING TO KILL THE PARTY BY MENTIONING THE BOOK

"We don't talk about the fourth sister" I SWEAR TO THE GODS IF IT'S ZYBILNA I AM GOING TO SCREAM FR FR

It's so sus that the FROG hag doesn't own the FROG bag of holding, i don't think Bavlorna is telling the truth

TASHA? LIKE TASHA'S HIDEOUS LAUGHTER?? OMFG MY S/I HAS THAT SPELLS!!

Fribblefrabble grizzlegrazzle comeback :D love it when they callback to previous jokes!

Gricko... That was a robot of Tasha, not the actual lady

Receiving your older sister's taxidermied corpse as a gift is so morbid what da hell Bavlorna

"You're clearly the good sister" KREMY SHE JUST SAID SHE WAS GONNA TAXIDERMY A CORPSE AND GIVE IT AS A GIFT

TWIG IS BACK!!! YESSSSS

OH FUCK SHE'S BLIND NOW, THE BLUE ROSES BLINDED HER

Is... Is she blind?? Bro idk

"She's rigt behind me isn't she" moment from every movie ever /j

Sea cucumber Robert rectangle pants returns!!

Once Upon a Witchlight's catchphrase is "From a certain point of view"

"Torbek, have another cookie" WHY DOES SHE HAVE TO BE EVIL, I WANT A NICE COOKIE GRANDMA SO BADLY (I may do something with her in my S/I's backstory)

FROST NOOOO, DON'T FLIRT WITH BAVLORNA

"Torbek has sticky fingers" YEAH I WONDER WHY, "ALLEGED" PUBLIC MASTERBAITER

PIERRE IS SO SAD AS A NPC, BRO GOT HIS FACE OBLITERATED AND IS NOW GONNA BE A SLAVE TO BAVLORNA

Gricko x Bloodytoes ship is sailing so hard this episode (Grickotoes? Bloodygrin?)

Torbek just absolutely not understanding Frost's telepathy is so good

LET MY BOY ENJOY HIS COOKIES FROST, HE DESERVES NICE THINGS

"Bodaicous T is saying no!" I love that nickname so much and am so glad it came back

"You're gonna be filled with regret if you make this deal" "BUT MAKING DEALS IS FUN!" MY ALLIGATOR DAD EVERYONE, DUMBASSNESS RUNS IN THE FAMILY I GUESS

Torbek has my same love for sweets, this is why he's my bestie

Twig is so cool, i will literally kill her insecurities

NOOOOO, NO MORE FROG LICKIN??? (T-T)

TWIG TOADSPRING? HER FULL NAME??

WE ARE A BIG FAMILY YESSSSSS!!!

Gideon always forget Torbek and it's so funny!!! Huge ass bugbear and he's always forgot about

"Smells like shit, TORBEK!" OMFG DYING

"Not only can't I smell but I also can't SHI-" TWIG NOOOOO

BLOODYTOES X GRICKO IS 100% BUILT ON VIOLENCE, GIRLBOSS AND HER MALEWIFE FR FR

Pierre is so fucked

"Are there any burritos here?" FROST OMFG

Bloodytoes being so unbelievably unhelpful is so funny

Torbek is always hungry and I headcanon it's because of the witchlight

When will Frost meet his beloved swam boat again /j

Please still have pigtunia!!! I love that pig!!!

STOP TRYING TO KILL THE WILDLIFE KREMY

NOOOO JEREMY!!!

NAT 20 FROM TWIG TO KILL JEREMY OMFG

"No one would marry that FUCK, HES A MEAN OL BASTARD!" Reanimated Twig is a badass

STUFFED PIGTUNIA OMG SO CUTE!!!!

SOMEONE FINISHED THIS MODULE IN 5 SESSIONS???? HOW???

We love Snail no. 2 in this house

Killing Pierre at this point is a gift to him

Pierre killing montage with Gricko on a popsicle Sugar high

"We can go to Wendy's" "WENDY'S NUTS!" My S/I and Gricko would definitely collab on deez nuts jokes bc of Gricko's curse

WE GOT THE INN AT THE END OF THE ROAD BACK, YESSSSS

SUN AND MOON COUPLE, MR. MOONY?? (Also my favorite ship type)

WE'RE ALL MUSHROOM PEOPLE NOW AND LEVEL 5 YESSSSSSSS

#self ship #self shipping #self ship stuff #self insert #a family an be a bunch of criminals and their adopted satyr child

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anonniemousefics · 4 years ago

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The Nine Terrifying Moons | Masterlist

Based on the response to this post. :) Oh, yes, we’re doing the thing.

Cross-posted to AO3.

Fandom: The Folk of the Air | Jude + Cardan

Chapter One: The First

I am trying to keep my hands from shaking while I’m holding the test strip. There’s one pink line, and I’m waiting to see if there will be two. I think I already know the answer, but I’m holding my breath like it’ll make time go faster anyway.

If I ever imagined this moment, which I don’t remember ever doing, but if I did, I would have imagined it like the commercials that would run in the background when my mom would watch tv while she cooked dinner. If those were to be believed, I was supposed to be in an all-white, pristine, upper-middle-class bathroom, gasping with tears of joy while I hid my pearly white smile behind trembling fingers. My partner would be hugging me from behind, elated and definitely not about to make any crude jokes about the virulence of his sperm.

None of this is happening.

I am in a Target bathroom stall, surrounded by Target-red walls. Cardan, my husband and the High King of Elfhame, is on the other side of the red walls, trying to distract himself with the automatic paper towel dispensers. He’s waving his hand in front of it every couple of seconds; I can hear it each time the motor dispenses paper. I wonder how long of a trail he’s created at this point, but it’s the least of my worries.

“Cardan, you’re wasting paper,” I tell him anyway. He does it again once more; I can practically feel his petulant glare through the wall.

“How long is this meant to take?” he asks.

“It’s only been thirty seconds,” I tell him. “It takes two minutes.”

“I will die of old age by then,” Cardan mutters to himself, which I know he finds funny, because he’s immortal, and he waves his hand by the paper towel dispenser again.

I think I’m going to have a nervous breakdown.

Cardan had not been keen on this particular trip to Target, which is saying a lot, because he’s usually so fond of it. He had wanted to cut our trip to the mortal world short, head back to Elfhame and its royal healers and midwives and have me submit to their inquiries and tests, as all queens and lovers of the High Kings of Elfhame have before me.

But I just needed a minute to think. I needed to process this, with Cardan alone, and face the impossibly difficult questions we’ve been avoiding since this became a question. And if this is true, if I really am with child, with Cardan’s child, I don’t want the first people to know to be a bunch of faerie midwives. I want to tell Vivi and Heather. I want Taryn to know first. And I am filled with loathing when I think about how protected and insulated I’m about to become when the healers and midwives know. How the people will cease to see me as their High Queen and rather as the incubator for their Prince.

I want to eat an entire pint of Ben and Jerry’s. This is all happening so fast.

I glance back at the test strip. Stand and flush the toilet. Step out of the red walls.

Cardan’s raised his dark eyebrows, his hand arrested halfway to the paper towel dispenser again.

“Well?” He looks guarded, unsure of how he’s supposed to be reacting. I hand him the test and step up to the sink, turning on the water to wash my hands. I can see him in the mirror behind me, in his tight pants and boots, The Ramones T-shirt he’s borrowed from Vivi. He’s turning the test over and over in his hands, like he can’t tell which way is up. Same, honestly. My head feels like it’s detached from my body.

“It’s yes,” is the only dumb thing I manage to mutter as I soap up my fingers. Just like the commercials.

“How can you tell?” Cardan’s only looking more confused.

“The two lines.” I turn off the water and tear off part of Cardan’s paper towel train. “The two pink lines mean yes.”

Cardan looks up at me. His chest is hitching in shallow breaths.

“We should be celebrating,” he says, but it comes out like he’s trying to convince himself. So he tries again, squaring up his shoulders with a bit more enthusiasm. “We should be celebrating.”

“Mhmm,” I try to agree with a tight nod. I think I’m going to be sick. Again. Cardan searches my face, his gold-rimmed eyes flitting over the lip I’m worrying away at.

“You do not appear to be particularly celebratory,” he points out, but, then, neither does he. His cheekbones are tingeing red.

“It happened so fast, don’t you think?” My voice sounds almost breathless. It feels like a relief to point out, and that relief is contagious. Cardan’s shoulders sag a little bit as he lets out a breath.

“Lightning fast,” he agrees. He’s white-knuckling the pregnancy test.

“Careful -- I peed on that,” I point out, and, as if I’ve instead told him it’s on fire, Cardan hurls it into the trash with a disgusted huff.

I think for a moment about fishing it back out again, the only bit of evidence that I have that what’s going on inside of me is real. That the legacy we wished first wished for together in the dark, in each other’s arms, not even a month ago, is happening now and fast and there’s no going back. The time for second-guessing was over.

But a disconcerting combination of nausea and hunger hit me in the gut all at once, and I’m reminded that I have plenty of evidence and I’m only going to get more. If I really want to, I’ll just pee on another stick later.

“I need Starbucks,” I spout at the same moment Cardan sighs, “I need a drink.” And we share a quick smile.

At there’s still this. This has not changed.

And I should be enjoying that as we leave the bathroom and Cardan lifts the glamour he’d left at the door to give us some privacy. The “Out of Order” sign vanishes. But instead, I’m thinking of everything that is going to change. Of everything that ought to change, immediately, if at all possible.

I find myself unconsciously reaching for Cardan’s hand, and when I grab his palm and entwine our fingers, he’s squeezing mine back, hard. He knows. The worries and arguments past are resurfacing in his mind, too, and, for a moment, he wordlessly anchors himself to me.

We’re walking past customer service, following the alluring scent trail of coffee and baked goods, as I began to look at the other moms shopping. Their cute messy buns and their athleisure, pushing expensive strollers while their kids gnaw on the season’s latest teethers. And I’m struck, once again, by how much I don’t know.

Really, what are we doing here? Of all the people in all the realms, I think we are the last two people who ought to be becoming parents.

For one, I am an unrepentant murderer. Raised by an unrepentant murderer. Who murdered my own mother in front of me. This is not a person who ought to be cradling newborns.

And Cardan? The twice-cursed High King of Elfhame? Raised by house cats, beaten nightly by his own brother. Simultaneously spoiled and neglected. Is such a person even capable of cradling newborns?

And we’re about to be parents. I need to be reading more, I think. I need to have a plan. We never made a plan. We hadn’t had time to make a plan.

I pause a moment near the checkout lines, pulling Cardan to a stop beside me.

“I’m going to buy a few things first,” I decide in that moment. “Vitamins. Maybe some parenting books.”

“I don’t see the point,” Cardan retorts, straight-faced. “We have plenty of house cats.”

I narrow my eyes up at him as he smirks.

“That joke will be hilarious in a few weeks,” he tells me. “Just you wait.”

“I really doubt it,” I frown, and he’s still smirking when he drops my hand, stepping in front of me.

“My darling Jude,” he cups my face in his hands, and for a moment, his face is all I’m seeing. His expression is soft and tender across his beautiful features, and if our child is even half as good as looking, I am going to struggle to not let it have its way in all things. Or I’m going to want to strangle it. Some days, it’s a coin toss.

“You are the most fearsome and glorious creature I have ever had the privilege to behold,” Cardan is telling me. I’m struck once again by the marvel that he can’t lie and what he is saying must be true. In our five years of marriage, it is still sometimes hard to believe.

“And you will be the most fearsome and glorious mother,” he goes on. “I could not conjure up a more perfect mother for my offspring if I tried.”

“I think that says more about your lack of imagination than anything else,” I quip, but my cheeks are smiling in his hands regardless. He smirks back and quickly kisses me on the lips, once, twice.

“I am happy at this news,” he reassures me, as if he has sensed this whole time how overcome I am.

“I am, too,” I say, and I mean it. Truly. I’m a mixing bowl of emotions. My gaze drifts toward the store. “But we do need parenting books…”

Cardan kisses me quick one last time before releasing my face.

“I will procure your coffee,” he says, taking a step back, and it’s impossible not to look him over, his long, lean body in tight, black pants and worn t-shirt, his messy, black curls around the points of his ears. I have modern science to thank for keeping my womb empty these last five years. Chastity certainly had nothing to do with it.

“And Cardan?” I call after him. He turns. “A cake pop, too?” I ask, already in the clutches of a craving.

He looks intrigued.

“Is that what it sounds like?” he asks.

“Ball of cake on a stick,” I explain, kind of gesturing with my hands as if it will help. Cardan nods, determined.

“Then we will be needing several,” he declares before heading off toward the smell of coffee.

I shoulder the bag I borrowed from Heather and then stuff my hands into the pockets of the yellow sundress I’m wearing, one of a few mortal things of my own I keep at Vivi and Heather’s for visits. I’m on my way to the books section when I start to slow down near a display of newborn onesies.

It isn’t as though I never wanted to be a mother. I supposed there would come a day when I would have acquired all the knowledge one needed to be a mother, and then I would, I don’t know, award myself a medal or a pin and be declared Ready.

Taryn hadn’t been Ready. She would be the first to admit that. Not that I don’t love my niece with my entire heart. But Taryn’s daughter was a handful. Little Eva had been colicky and prone to getting her days and nights confused. For that entire first year, every time we saw Taryn, it seemed she faded a little more: the bags under her eyes greying, her auburn hair growing longer and frayed, everything but her breasts shrinking in size. Of course, it wasn’t permanent. Eva learned to sleep eventually, and to walk and eat and use a toilet, and, now that she was a robust and energetic five-year-old, Taryn was more like herself than she’d been in years.

Still. That first year, though.

Time and time again, Cardan and I would exchange glances while Eva squealed and squalled. It was always a silent No, thank you, please passing between us. We’re just fine without, thank you. Between the battle for the crown and undoing a curse, we’d had quite enough excitement, and so I eagerly welcomed Vivi regularly smuggling me little moon-shaped packets of pink pills from the mortal world. I took them each morning, like clockwork, with relish – it meant I could enjoy my freedom, our freedom as long as I wanted.

I’m not sure what happened in me. One day, I was calling it freedom. The next, it felt like an empty vessel.

We’d gone to visit Taryn and Eva at their estate for a summer solstice brunch. Vivi and Heather had come, and The Ghost was there, too, swapping stories and laughing with Vivi. I’d stepped out onto the terrace to call in Eva for food when I’d spotted Cardan. He was helping Eva climb up a tree, holding her hand while she balanced on a branch. Her wild fox hair was blowing in the late morning breeze that carried her giggle up to the house. Then she leapt at him with a delighted squeal, and he caught her and spun her around so that she squealed some more. And that look of sheer joy on his face when she did. His unguarded laugh echoed up through the grassy hills. I felt my heart crack open.

No, thank you, please suddenly felt very unadvised.

“What have I done to deserve such a face?” Cardan asked me, leaving a lingering kiss close to my ear. I guess I was looking a little amorous when he and Eva came inside. Little Eva was trotting off to the kitchens as I wound my fingers against the buttons of Cardan’s doublet, keeping him close for a moment longer.

“You looked happy,” I said as his hands slid around my waist. I looked up into his dark eyes, warm only for me, and saw he was smiling. “You looked like you liked doing fatherly things.”

He pulled me a little closer, a little tighter.

“I think I did,” he admitted, perhaps hardly believing it himself.

And then it happened. The unspoken shift, the change in the air. It seemed to crackle in the space between our gaze, and it took a fair bit of restraint to not pull him into the nearest coat closet and tear off his clothes. Taryn was calling us anyway. The servants had set the table, and no one would be seated until we had taken our chairs, even in this little family arrangement. Taryn was set on Eva learning courtly manners by example.

Courtly manners. By example. Taryn had the best intentions for Eva, but the phrases make me snort even now while I peruse baby clothes in Target. What example did we set in Faerie? One of murder and deceit and betrayal and lewd behavior.

The same day that I’d watched Cardan play with Eva, he abruptly ended dinner in the palace’s great hall to hoist me into his arms and carry me out, away from every one’s gaze, away from even the guards.

“What has gotten into you?” I kicked my feet and pounded at his shoulders – not particularly hard. Look, I’m not going to pretend this isn’t a game now. I could cause damage if I wanted to. I don’t.

Cardan set me on my feet, only to seize my waist in one arm. We stumbled into an alcove in the wall as his head dipped to my neck, his other hand catching us against the wall. Delighted shivers danced down my arms as his lips brushed the spot below my ear, and I couldn’t hold back a gasp.

“You couldn’t lie to me now even if you wanted to, wife,” Cardan murmured, kissing my ear. He wasn’t wrong. I ran my hands up his deep blue velvet doublet to his shoulders, and bent into his embrace. His hands began to roam my waist, my hips, pulling at my skirts.

“I’ll tell you whatever you like if you’ll keep doing this,” I whispered back, flushing. When he pulled back from my throat, there was a wicked, sneaking smile on his reddening lips.

“You don’t despise the thought of bearing my children,” he said, like it’s a revelation. I blinked. Had he been thinking about our previous exchange all day?

“I despise the thought of bearing any children,” I clarified. “It’s not some honor unique to you.”

Cardan gasped as if he was wounded.

“You could not have cut me deeper,” he teased, as I wound my fingers into the soft hair at the nape of his neck. “I thought I was special.”

“You are,” I said, tugging at his hair. “Because if I’m to bear any children at all, I would like them to be yours.”

The smile that spread over his face then was far from wicked. Cardan was flushed and delighted in a way few got to see, and his arms squeezed around me, lifting me to him as he crushed his lips to mine.

“Cardan,” I laughed against his fevered kisses, my cheeks hurting. “I didn’t mean right this second.”

His lips were swollen when he pulled back, the pupils of his gold-rimmed eyes blown wide.

“Then practice with me,” he said, his breathing ragged. “Like swordplay. You’re always saying I’m rubbish at practicing.”

“You really are,” I gasped against his mouth.

In the last five years, I’ve grown no better at resisting the pull of his desire. If anything, I’m only worse. I couldn’t think straight there in his arms. I wanted to drown in his contagious idealism. I wanted to be set aflame by his soft lips and his body against mine.

With my arms thrown over his shoulders, his lips slid against mine, over and over, our hearts pounding in time together. And then he lifted me off my toes so that he could push us both through our bedchamber door.

A shoe slipped from my foot, and he stumbled over it, kicked it to the side, without releasing my waist. Only when the back of my legs pressed against the bedframe did he pull back from my mouth, breathless. And then he pushed me back onto the bed.

I stretched out on the lush duvet, my whole body thrumming as my heart battered my ribcage. But when I looked up at his face there at the foot of the bed, his expression had darkened in the candlelight.

“What is it?” I pushed myself up to my elbows. “Why are you stopping?”

Cardan suddenly looked as if he was at war with himself. Even though his chest still heaved, he inched to the bed and stepped back again, his dark brows furrowing together.

“Cardan…?” I sat up, alarmed at his hesitation.

“Do you think I would be any good at it?” he blurted out. “At being a father,” he clarified, and winced as if he already knew and hated the answer.

I slid to the edge of the bed and reached for his belt. Pulled him closer.

“You are as equipped for the task as I am,” I said, looking up at him with what I hoped was a provocative smile. He slid his long fingers into my hair, and I needed him closer. “If you’re terrible at it, then I will probably be worse.”

I meant it in jest. He’d always liked this side of me before, my dark, warped cruelty. But this time, his fingers tightened suddenly in my hair.

“Shit.” The word slid out of him like it was being dragged. His hands dropped from my hair, and he stepped back to look at me. He drew in a sharp breath.

“You think I would be a terrible father,” he said, which was hardly fair. That wasn’t what I said at all. I sighed hard, ruing the direction this was going – further from the bed.

“I think neither one of us knows what a good father looks like,” I said. Cardan only gave a painful chuckle.

“We are both quite familiar with terrible fathers,” he said. “I think you, of anyone, would be able to recognize a terrible father when you saw one.”

“And that is the last time you will compare yourself to Madoc,” I said, in horror. “If that is the standard for terrible fathers, then you’re angelic.”

But Cardan gave me a look of slit-eyed skepticism, so I stood from the bed and stepped to him.

“And, really, what does it matter right now?” I asked, lowly, holding a hand to his face. He leaned against it. I was almost ready to start begging. “I am not falling pregnant tonight. We have time to learn these things, if we want to learn them at all.” I lifted onto my tip toes, brushing my lips to the hollow of his cheek.

“Just come to bed,” I whispered there, and I saw his eyes fall shut, his dark lashes against his sharp cheekbones, as he turned to meet the slant of my lips.

“I want to be good at it,” he murmured against my mouth, as I dragged him toward the bed.

“Then you will be,” I insisted just before he cradled the back of my neck, sinking into our kiss as we tipped toward the mattress.

We have time. It’s an easy lie to tell when you’re in Faerie. Time stretches on, limitless and unending. There shouldbe time, endless amounts of time, to learn all you need to know – about anything. There should be time to become the person you’d always wanted to be.

I had had two months since that first conversation. Even less time since the others. In Faerie, that’s hardly a lunch hour.

I am reeling. I’m in Target with a red basket full of prenatal vitamins and snacks and pregnancy books, and I am absolutely reeling.

After I check out, I find Cardan sitting on the curb with a Starbucks bag that’s the size of a large gift bag and two venti Frappuccinos. The one he’s nursing is strawberry-pink and looks full of cream.

“They didn’t have wine,” he tells me, handing me mine. It’s drizzled in caramel, and I’m not sure it’s what I would have ordinarily chosen, but right now, it smells perfect.

“Probably for the best,” I say, and hazard a glance at his expression. It’s dark and troubled again as he squints against the sunlight. His legs are drawn up, and he’s resting his elbows on his knees, like he’s hunched under a weight. Reality’s given him a hard jolt since he kissed me in front of the newborn onesies.

I take a long sip of the Frappuccino through the green straw.

“Cardan, if you don’t want to do this--” I start, and his head jerks up.

“I have always wanted this,” he snaps, looking defensive, and then he’s looking at his boots again.

“Okay.” I sit back, extending my legs.

How do I do this? I have no blueprint for this. Floundering, there’s only one rope I know to pull, the one that’s always saved us: honesty.

So, I go on.

“I’m terrified, too,” I say. I spread the yellow fabric of my sundress over my knees. “If that’s any consolation. I think I’ll be happy eventually, but right now, I’m completely freaking out. I can hardly form a coherent thought. How many cake pops did you get?” I cock my head at the large Starbucks bag.

Cardan shifts it in my direction.

“All of them,” he says, glumly.

I raise my eyebrows as I peer in the bag. Oak will be excited, at least.

“I hate myself for being so terrified of a thing I desperately want.” I look up at Cardan’s confession to see his face twisted in loathing, and my heart twists right along with it. I know this pain, the agony of fearing what you love.

I could lie to him; I probably should. I should tell him right now that I know without a shadow of a doubt he will be a perfect father, that he’s beyond everything that had been done to him, that none of it had ever touched me either. But I don’t lie to him anymore.

Instead, I hand him a cake pop.

“That strikes me as a waste of energy,” I say, and nudge him with a coy smile. “There are so many other things you could hate yourself for.”

He gives me a wicked smirk and, instead of taking the cake pop I’ve offered, he seizes my other wrist and takes a large bite out of the one I’d claimed for myself. Feigning exasperation, I stab at him with the leftover stick.

“Does this not strike you as problematic?” he asks a moment later, his cheek still full of cake.

“Yes.” I reply with a stoic nod. “The fact that you just ate a pregnant lady’s cake pop is both striking andproblematic.”

“I mean this repartee you and I enjoy.” He wipes at a bit of icing at the corner of his mouth with his thumb. “A child ought to know his father loves his mother and vice versa, should he not? I would think that sort of thing helps.”

I feel the heartbreak behind his words as if it were my own. In his mind, he’s now on an endless search for every moment in his childhood that went wrong, every little action he ought to do the opposite of. I know. My mind’s been doing it, too.

I scoot a little closer, nearing his warmth, so that I can lean against him. He rests his head on top of mine.

“But you’re my nemesis,” I say, softly.

“Jude,” he says it like he’s scolding. “Not in front of the children.”

“Do not say ‘children’.” I jab him again as he presses his lips to the top of my head. “Your wishes are too powerful, and there is room in here for only one.”

Cardan’s slipped an arm around me, and I tilt my head back to look at him. The corner of his mouth is tugging upwards, slyly.

“Tell me I’m too powerful again,” he murmurs as he kisses my cheek.

“Later,” I promise, and I reach for another cake pop.

There will be time for all that later.

It’s a lie I get used to telling.

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Deltarune Chapter 2: Live Thoughts

So, since the new chapter of Deltarune came out, I've played it all the way through, so, here are my thoughts as I had them. Basically a live-blog, but, not live anymore, I wrote these in my notes app before.

NOTE: Obviously there are going to be ALL THE SPOILERS for Deltarune Chapter 2 in this, as well as Chapter 1. Reader discretion is advised.

Wow, okay, so I was wrong about it being immediately explained.

Various descriptions have changed, and I’m not sure if it’s because of the change to a new game, or the one to a new chapter.

I feel like Berdly is definitely a m’lady guy.

Okay, so, we’re not skipping class this time.

I really wish we could call Toriel and tell her we’re gonna be late again, but I couldn’t see an option for that. Maybe Kris told her on the ride to school.

Okay, so, Noelle is definitely adorable, and a huge lesbian.

Susie seems lovestruck too, kinda.

SHE HAD CHALK, AND SHE DIDN’T TELL ALPHYS BECAUSE SHE THOUGHT SHE AND SUSIE COULD GO GET IT TOGETHER OH MY GOD

Okay, honestly wasn’t expecting the closet to work again.

Fricking LOVE the new transition.

Okay, so, Ralsei knows about, the real world? How, why, and what?

Oh, that, makes, a little sense? But also, if we hadn’t brought the toys over to the closet then, would they all be, dead?

AND WHAT IS RALSEI IN THIS CONTEXT?!?!

Okay, but I love the new town.

Holy shit, save points have storage, AND a spare list? Hell yeah.

So, we’re all level 2 now. I guess they moved from EXP based (or, execution point based?) to Milestone.

Love the basement for bad guys, with K. Round standing guard.

Bitch said “Child abusers live in Hamster Cage”.

Wait, he uses the hamster wheel?

I don’t know if I believe the king about his “bluff” or not. I think not, but, I don’t know.

I can see the “Susie moves to Ralsei’s castle to escape her abusive home” fic already.

RALSEI GAVE KRIS A TRASHCAN, AND SAID IT WAS FOR THE MANUAL IF HE GIVES US ANOTHER ONE OH MY GOD IM SO SORRY MY SWEET FLUFFY BOY

And of course, the moss call-back.

Oh god, Susie just said “My own room, huh.” and my heart is ready to shatter.

This girl has one actual food item in her fridge, and it’s just salsa

Oh, scratch that, there’s ice, crumbs, and jawbreakers in there too?

Oh, okay, Ralsei did give her actual food.

Entering Lancer’s room gives the cartoon Splat sound effect from Chapter 1, and his bedroom is identical to Chapter 1.

Perfect.

And the sound effect, plays in reverse when leaving? Okay.

So, explore until we’re ready to leave, huh? Seems, suspicious.

Oh my god, I just realized, the LightCandy is literally the chalk Noelle gave Susie. What the fuck.

So, for giving the Top back his cake, we get regenerating SpinCake that heals everyone for 140. Nice.

Battle challenges, huh? This should be interesting.

So, we can get a ClubsSandwich, $100, or…Jigsaw Joe’s entire life savings. Okay.

Aw, Clover has separate heads in their dialogue box!

Just realized this “dojo” also has their bed. Odd.

Alright, let’s take these challenges!

Oh, so if we act with Kris, than spare with Ralsei or Susie…got it!

He has a mercy meter. There’s a mercy meter now. I love this.

Oh, of course his life savings is exactly one dollar.

I can already tell the Graze challenges are gonna be the biggest bitches.

Okay, so, being able to rematch bosses, with different gimmicks and attacks, but based on the same logic? Always amazing.

I love the little cut-ins from the other characters with certain lines, like Susie and Lancer revealing “for a price” means zero dollars.

“Cookie and Wife”?

The Blacksmith runs a bakery where he can fuse items…okay.

Imma get a Silver Card.

What the fuck, Mr. Society?

Okay, so, we’re “leaving” through the way we came in, so “surely” we’re going back “home” to the “real world” and our “family”. Sure.

LANCER was added to your key items.

Oh was he now?

And so was Rouxls, “even though no one wanted that.”

Oh, we, actually went back to the light world. Huh. Actually wasn’t expecting that.

Jack of Spades, and the Rules Card. Makes sense.

Still LV 1 here, thankfully. No murder yet.

Okay, thankfully I can call Toriel now.

…Undyne, what the fuck?

Also? This, car horn music, I guess? Is, um…interesting.

Oh, the, computer lab. Where Toby was in Chapter 1. Okay. Makes sense.

“Guess this means we can’t start our project.” I’d say the biggest obstacle is more that we have no clue what the hell this project is supposed to be.

Hmm, we could use the computer at my house, or we could have a fun Toby Fox adventure…

My house!

I knew Susie wouldn’t allow it, also, you always wanna jump in big pits? That��s, worrying.

Computer lab time!

So, computer themed, maybe?

Rouxls jumped out, apparently. According to Lancer.

Okay, this build up is creepy, where’s the fluffy boy?!

Who is SHE?!

Was

Was that Noelle’s chatter sound?

Asking for help?

OH MY GOD

ITS THE REINDEER LESBIAN

SHES BEEN TAKEN

NOOOO

And, I suppose, this must be, our queen.

Q5U4EX7YY2E9N. Sure. I’ll stick with Queen, yeah.

Oh, she’s a computer! That…that’s probably not, great?

Oh, those plugs are bad, brainwashers. Okay.

Okay, they’re both tired…but Ralsei isn’t here. Fuck.

Aiming at moving targets is hard.

2 Werewires spared, only 4 to go, I guess!

RALSEI IS BACK, YAY!

Fun Gang, back together, working to save Susie’s soon-to-be-girlfriend!

Rhythm game to start a new bumping song. Nice.

Might live blog less from here, since, you know, the game is starting proper.

God, I love Deltarune’s look and sound, it’s so clean? And expressive, and AAAGH, I just love it!

I love angry Ralsei.

First lose control laughing moment: Kris and Susie squishing Ralsei like a toothpaste tube, to play an arcade game.

Did, did I just play Punch-Out inside an Undertale?

Curing computer viruses with Syringes…sure.

Sweet is the rhythm guy! Nice to meet you, Sweet! You and Toby are great at this music thing.

Hey, Susie can act now! Awesome!

Ralsei too, because of bullying! Yay!

Now the whole gang’s dancing!

(This is where I took my first real break, to process stuff and relax, and also to sleep)

In between thought: it’s kinda interesting that, in Chapter 1, Susie basically had to be forced to care about Kris, Ralsei, and Susie, but as soon as Noelle is in the slightest bit of danger, she’s immediately like, “We have to save her or die trying”, huh?

“Reverse diss-tracks, where the vocalist puts themselves down and praises Queen…or noise music.” That’s some, interesting taste in music.

“All our songs are only 4 seconds long!” Damn, so you’re, like, Vine musicians?

So, the Knight is opening alternate fountains, that create dark worlds out of, more mundane places? Interesting…

So, someone new is leading the rebels. This, can’t go well.

Smorgasbord 2.

Oooh, a TP raising Item! Nice!

Oh, the guy who was already working for Queen is a Werewire now. Okay.

66 up arrows. Hmmm, I wonder if I can retry at some point…

Oh boy. Here’s the queens…wait what?

Oh my god.

Go kart time.

Noelle, you traitor! How could you!

Oh, okay. Berdly I believe more.

Also, “beloved”.

I love how Queen apparently didn’t even ask him.

“Light Nerds” Good one, Queen.

That’s one weird Check for Berdly.

Berdly, for God’s sakes, Noelle is a lesbian, you idiot.

You know, given this villain rant, I think I hate Berdly more than I do King. And I’ve dealt with both bullies AND abusive dads.

Oh god, Roller Coaster Tycoon murder (also Berdly is dead)

Garbage! Saved by it again.

Oh, this place looks glitchy.

Also, Susie, you’re not the king of the trash pile. You’re QUEEN of the trash pile.

Oh god, please don’t tell me she’s dying.

Okay, good, she just needed fluffy boy hug.

Fork in the path, advantageous to split up, huh? But there’s three of us, and, two paths probably.

Okay, I can either go with the Fluffy boy who might secretly be evil, or the mean girl who might get lesbian scenes…hmmm…

I’m flipping a coin.

Okay, Ralsei it is!

Oh, Susie is upset at me getting to pick.

Oh, they’re going together.

Oh, this can’t be good.

If I had a nickel for every indie game with a cat themed metropolis on my pc, I’d have two nickels. You can finish the meme.

I swear I just saw Noelle on the right. Something big in the streets, hmmmm…

Okay, definitely saw Noelle that time. Shame the Poppups, popped up.

…I get it, Toby, but I’m still mad.

Blocked 10 ads…okay, I still love this game.

God, I’m already missing my party members.

Okay, so I still have Lancer, but, I’m really hoping Noelle listens to reason, because Lancer is, not.

Oh god no, don’t fight me now Queen. And please don’t join me.

Alright, nobody likes Berdly. Figured.

God they’re so dumb.

“G-got any room for another truce?” Noelle, I would do a No Mercy run for you, of course I’m going to help you.

I can’t believe “No Triple Trucies” is even an option.

Yay! Noelle in party!

“LV1 Snowcaster. Might be able to use some cool moves.” She’s got Heal Prayer, a more powerful (but more expensive) Pacify, and a damaging Ice move for only 16% TP.

I love her.

I don’t know what a sugarplum is myself, actually.

Noelle, you have a one track mind, and I like it.

Lancer, she’s not a cream, and we’re not making her a bad guy.

Oh, and she’s scared of mice, I love it!

Ah, she’s never been in battle before, let’s see how this goes.

See? That wasn’t so bad, Noelle.

Oh, she’s a natural!

“Needles aren’t scary…” Tell that to anyone under 20, Noelle.

Also, “subtle” pro-Vax message?

Oh my god, I just love her animations.

So, the virus and the syringe are fighting…hm…

Okay, so, first, Noelle’s defend animation, also perfect.

Second, so Ambyu-lance’s bullets block and destroy Virovirokun’s…hmm…

Have I mentioned how much I love Noelle? This funky little Christmas Lesbian can do no wrong.

Oh my god, she can’t even confidently say we’re friends, and hearing Kris say it makes her happy, I love her so much.

Okay, so, Queen drinks Battery Acid. Makes sense for a computer.

Kris is so done with this shit, I can tell.

I am both scared of and loving Queen.

Oh Jesus Christ Berdly what the fuck is that.

That is not greatness that is…I don’t know. I’m pretty sure even tumblr isn’t horny for you, Berdly.

Christ, he’s gonna break Queen by being an idiot and then he’ll be the Chapter boss.

Her eyes say lying. Of course.

“I Did Not Know You Had… Nipples” that’s, a good point.

…Berdly, you disturb me.

Second lost control laughing moment: Noelle’s cardboard robot face, and Queen just saying “Wow Cool Face”

Lancer, what is the “illusory nipple technique”?

Oh, of course the music bots built the statue. Berdly would never do manual labor.

Oh, and, they built the next “big” thing…hmmmm…

Why are we, flavors of tea???

Okay, that should be all the werewires for now.

The, clothing store, sold me, a useless mannequin, for $300. Of course.

I am going to touch the cheese.

Maus!

Cheese maze, purposely ruined to spare more Mices.

Hmm, Berdly talks about Noelle’s crush. $20 says he actually thinks it’s him, or maybe Kris at a stretch.

Noelle is now immune to mice! Yay!

Oh, CD Bagel, Seedy Bagel, just got that.

Okay, sacrifice pacifist run to kill Berdly…I’m tempted.

Uh, Berdly, Noelle just one shot both your allies. I’m not alone, you are.

Jokes on you, buddy, I’ve been dodging A+ for years!

“(He hit me in the face with a tornado…)” Yes, Noelle, and I have papercuts on my eyelids. He do be an asshole.

Oh good, they both made Battery Acid Pies. Now we’re in a car together. Perfect. This is exactly how I wanted things to go.

Potassium

Who is this trash man?

Spamton, huh. Oh boy.

Oh god, this song has lyrics.

Oh joy, a mini boss on my own. Just what I wanted.

Oh, new game over screen! Nice.

Anyways, I hate this guy.

Okay, just one more deal, I think. I wonder what’s next.

I’m not giving you my credit card info, dude.

Oh damnit, 1% more.

Okay, I’m very scared now.

Oh, I lost $51. That’s, fair.

Okay, back in the car.

Oh my god, Queen loves Noelle too. Perfect.

Lancer took the mixtape! Nice!

Oh, he ate it…nice!

DECEMB…

Oh god she’s a little kid.

December.

I’m so sorry, Noelle. I really hope you’re going to be okay. We’ll figure out what to do.

Queen, why does everything you have explode?

Now the prize is on my head.

Susie and Ralsei! You’re back!

She can slightly heal me now…cool!

And she taught him Sarcasm. I love them all so much.

Uh, Susie! You can have it!

Okay, so, now Susie is both gay for Noelle, and suspicious of her. Amazing.

And Noelle is turned on by the threat of being killed. Have I mentioned I love these dorks?

The gang’s all here!

Uh, just got past fireworks, and, where’s Noelle?

Oh, okay. She was just watching Fireworks.

Oooo, catching mice minigame!

Oooo, more elaborate but simpler to control mice minigame!

Oooo, bucket hole!

Also, nice gay Noelle moment noted.

Oh no, please don’t take the perfect girl away from us!

Okay, so, I don’t like Berdly, but, Acid river? Bit much…

Oh, okay. He was never in danger. I hate both of you. GIVE US BACK NOELLE

GOD DAMNIT NOT THE CAGE AGAIN.

Oh, great, now we’re captured too. Except possibly Ralsei.

She only plays mobile games. Burn her.

For once Berdly is correct.

Queen, you are dumb.

Is that the super Mario world fade?

I don’t, next question.

No looking at my Search history!

Oh, hey, we can chat in here.

LANCER TIME!

YES I MISSED YOU YOU DOPE

Lancer, never say Pants hole again, and never say you were inside it either.

Lancer, do you still not know our name?!

So this is how they lampshade the tutorial-Toriel thing, huh?

Oh no, Lancer, please don’t die in here.

Um, are there rooms for all the kids at school?

Asriel…

Puzzle time!

Plot twist: Susie is not Susan.

Berdly is dumb.

Admittedly, I did brute force that second one a bit…

Okay, now Susie has outsmarted both me AND Berdly. This is sad.

Oh god, he’s gonna cry now.

Oh, my god, that’s what December meant. That’s why Berdly cares about Noelle. That’s why…oh god.

Oh wow, Susie’s a gamer. This is incredible Lore.

Oh wow, first Lancer’s face returns, now Berdly is Anime. I love this game.

Oh my god, Ralsei in a tux. I love him.

Alright, so, Lancer needs to go back to Castle Town, and we need to get the heck to Noelle. I hope Berdly’s plan actually works…

Aw, I wanted him to stay tuxedo…

Color Cafe, huh?

Oh god, Rouxls came here. I am terrified.

I love this hype manor song!

Toby Fox, why is there so much 3D Shenanigans in this 2D Top Down RPG???

Note: from here, I end up going to the secret of this chapter. Do not read if you don’t want to be spoiled on that plotline. Skip to where I say Pancake Batter.

Okay, I’m going back, and I’m gonna find this third blue check mark.

Okay, found it, now to get back to the guy…

Yay, fireworks, again!

East treasure’s hallway leading to Basement on 1F…

Oh dear.

So there’s a secret here after all…where is…

Found it!

Okay, how to open this lock, now…hm.

Well, one thing was in the field, so, maybe in the city?

Oh Jesus it’s Spamton.

$28, not a penny more.

KeyGen, huh…

If this is as hard as Jevil, I’m gonna be pissed.

Oh, great, just Kris going in. Again. Fantastic.

Oh what the fuck.

Oh Jesus Christ I hate this build up.

Oh, and I died on the elevator. That’s fun.

Okay, so I hate this elevator. A lot.

Okay! Took like six tries, but I made it past the elevator! Now, let’s see what’s waiting for me…

EmptyDisk…hmmmmmmmm…

Maybe take that back to Scamton or whoever?

…Ralsei, Susie, what are you two doing?

Okay, trash man, you better like this.

Oh Jesus Christ.

Okay, this is not what I expected to follow Jevil’s lead. But, let’s see what happens when I turn this disk in.

Oh, nothing happened. Sure it did. Just gonna walk away then…

Oh, wouldn’t you know it, something happened!

Okay, so big puppet robot man. This is terrifying.

THANK YOU SUSIE!

Roller coaster boss! Again! Oh good!

YELLOW SOUL!

Can’t write notes, gotta kill.

Spamton, oh my god. And it’s Neo’s outfit. How the fuck did I not realize before?

Im terrified, let’s GOOOOOO!

Holy shit is that the Undertale Game Over message??????

Many tries later

Okay, I think it’s actually Ralsei and Susie talking…

Quitting the game so they can get their healing items out of storage and buy some good ones extra later

Okay, third turn, and I’ve only been hit once! Granted, it did almost 50 damage to Susie, but, still, doing better this time!

Even more death later

Did he just, attack himself?

Is he surrendering?

I…I did it! I did it in one sitting! Minus quitting so I could grab healing items that did more than 40 HP!

Oh, he killed him by freeing him…….okay.

Dealmaker, huh? Let’s see what this bad boy is…

+4 defense, +5 magic (even on Kris?), and $+30%…”and…?”

Okay, Ralsei, you get that, Susie get’s Jevilstail, and I get many questions.

Alright, now back to the actual plot!

Oh…Kris has goosebumps, and Susie’s asking if they’re okay…no. I’m saying no.

I love these two so much. Now let’s save the adorable lesbian.

Pancake Batter. Alright, we’re good.

Sorry, Noelle, got distracted.

Mouse wheel!

Tasque manager helped!

Man, this room is big and empty, with an odd exit door and screens on the north wall. Hmmmm…

Toby!

Thank you annoying dog!

Okay, I still love this music. Just wanted to say that. Anyways, PROGRESS!

We’re tea covered now. Except Susie. She’s tea filled.

Oh god, I don’t trust Berdly with Susie.

God, Knight teased.

Duck ride with Fluffy Boy.

Okay, so, puzzle time, methonk.

High Five!

More duck ride!

Ralsei, do you wanna do the kissy?

Oh boy.

Oh jeez.

Oh damn.

Rouxls.

Ralsei, you read my mind.

Oh Jesus it’s the tank from the first game.

Okay, so, we, take houses? Okay.

I can’t believe some people thought this dork was Gaster.

Wow, I beat him in like 3 and a half turns because I blocked him in.

Another God Dammit because SOMEONE didn’t pay attention to what happened to Lancer.

His head is still blue…

Hey, Camera! Peace signs and hugs!

Mostly hugs.

Yay, more Susie and Noelle time!

Oh my god, my heart is breaking.

Okay, I love these adorable girls.

Oh boy, this is, weird.

“Point and hearts come out” or “Eat moss”. The choice of a generation.

Fair point, Susie.

She likes scary things, huh.

Kinky

Have I mentioned how much I love these two? Because I do.

Susie and Noelle are best girls ever, no objections.

Oh good, Berdly, don’t ruin this completely, okay?

I fucking knew it.

Noelle, you’re going to kill him, and that’s okay with me.

Susie, stop squishing him like toothpaste!

Oh boy, I get big “final boss” energy right now…

Werewerewire?!

Okay, so I just stole from Noelle’s room.

Okay, boss time.

Shit, I should’ve healed up.

Okay, so, I died, but, I can fix that!

So, this boss is calling back to how the town’s internet has gone out, a fact I didn’t even learn until watching other content last night when I should have been sleeping, because I forgot to talk to Alphys during the brief chance I had.

Also, now both she and Ralsei have made reference to the real world outside…hmmmm…

So I guess the plot is about Google search being evil…yeah that checks out.

Bitch, did you just funny runny way?

Hmm, I’d say 50/50 odds of him being a drama Queen vs. him trying to trick Susie into caring about him.

Yep, he’s trying to score a kiss. Berdly…get a job.

Alright, let’s save Noelle, and possibly the whole town.

The “Roaring” Knight?

Oh god, the determination…who is this Knight, what is going on, and how involved are we?

Wait wait wait wait wait wait WAIT

When she described the Knight making more darkness, she said they took their blade, and showed an image of a knife. Was…was this…

HOLY SHIT IS KRIS’S NIGHT SELF THE KNIGHT?!?!

Oh. It was a giant robot. Not a statue.

Susie’s dancing!

Oh yeah, he can fly.

Resistance! Yay!

Okay, so, we sentai up in this bitch.

I wonder how the hell this story would go if we didn’t go pacifist then? Because in Chapter 1, all that really changed was how the boss was defeated in the cutscene, and like a couple details later. This is, a lot more than that.

Okay, so, three rounds of HP, punch out for her turns, just keep attacking. Got it.

Two rounds down, one to go!

Yes, eat your own Baseball, bitch!

Oh, suicide attack. Well it was just a robot.

Oh. She still has us.

Oh fuck the robot is Noelle’s mom. Fuck.

Okay, so, Queen is dead.

Oh fuck, don’t take over the world with darkness all of you, please.

The Roaring?

Oh fuck, new legend lore.

Titans, Fountains, enveloping the land in devastation. Oh jeez.

Lost eternally in an endless night…that’s not paradise. That’s hell.

QUEEN IS ALIVE?!?! AND DIDN’T KNOW ANY OF THAT?!?!

Thank you, Susie!

Okay, that’s a good ending for a second chapter, it’s dark fountain time!

Susie, please don’t turn evil.

…

And, we’re in the computer lab!

Wait, Ms. Boom? Does, does Gerson have a daughter, or wife?

Lost control laughing #3: this

I love this game so much. Time to explore town again.

Okay, Alphys does crush on Undyne still, at least.

Oops, I just let all the prisoner dogs out.

Awww, Undyne likes Alphys too!

Napstablook, I love you.

Oh shit, Asgore used to be a pig?

Oh god, this Rudy storyline is gonna be depressing all the way through, huh?

Susie, can we steal the tower of the gods?

Hey, we can actually go back to Ralsei’s dark world?!

Okay, this is gonna be interesting.

Oh thank god, we can save in the epilogue now, cool.

Oh cool, King and Queen together.

Oh my god he calls her Queenie Beanie. I love this.

So, a card and a computer fucked to make Lancer, who is a card. Okay.

Okay, so Lancer DOES know Kris’s name! Just not Ralsei’s!

New battle challenges! Yes!

Might save “Ch. 2 All-stars” for another time, though…

Perfection is the mannequin reaction.

Oh my god there’s a dedicated room for listening to music I love this

Alright, time to skedaddle back to the real world.

Okay, so Alvin is Gerson’s son, and he’s depressed. Fun.

Oh, MK and Snowy are by the creepy bunker. That’s…fun.

Okay, so, Susie scared them off after they insulted Kris, because Kris said something about the bunker…hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…

Hey, Nice Cream Guy is one of the Ice-E’s employees! Nice!

Ah, PizzaPants. Never change.

Oh hey, it’s the little guy, who’s clone is a Gaster follower. And the bird guy’s still in the library, and the donut guy is still in his car…

Hey, Catty and Bratty are becoming friends again! Cool!

Omg, Sans’s store is open. Do I…go in?

Hell yes I do!

Okay, so, Grillby’s music still, but, different interior. Interesting…

Sans, a day and 2 years in this game are not equivalent. It’s a day and 3 years.

The trousle grows further away.

Oh jeez Susie’s been drinking the milk. Oh god.

Cool, Susie’s seeing Onion too!

Oh, never mind.

A song is coming from deep under the water…either Shyren is involved, or this is gonna take a turn.

See you, Su-

Oh! Hey mom! Meet Susie!

Pie for all!

Oh my god, Susie, my heart is breaking.

Okay, so Alphys and Toriel know about the chalk. That, kinda makes Susie thinking she’d get expelled for it, really depressing.

Okay, so, Toriel and Susie are gonna make Pie together, that’s cool. Still, pretty worried about, Kris.

Uh, I just ran the sink, and, uh…

WHAT THE FUCK

OKAY SO MY SOUL IS UNDER THE SINK, KRIS WHAT ARE YOU DOING WHY IS IT BLACK OUT THE WINDOW WHERE ARE YOU GOING

WHAT THE FUCK

…so we get a cute scene with Susie and Toriel, then Susie asks where Kris is and…they do this sometimes?

I’m very concerned.

Okay, Toriel is concerned too, enough to say “hell”. Even Susie is shocked.

Okay, so, they’re coming back, uh, okay, this isn’t good, right?

Stopped the faucet, opened the drawer, and…we’re back?!

Kris what the fuck are you doing

And why couldn’t we find Asgore in the town?

Okay, so, we’re all sleeping in the living room. I, guess tomorrow’s the weekend, probably? I don’t know?

Susie, doesn’t have caring parents, I guess?

Oh god, Susie wants them to come to our world, but, Lancer is a playing card, he can’t…I don’t know. I’ll say it’s “far-fetched”.

There’s a festival, apparently. This seems…suspicious.

I’d take Ralsei, so you could take Noelle.

She’s asleep.

That, might not be good, in this context.

Okay, so, we’re asleep too, I think?

Oh god, Toriel’s tires are slashed, that can not be good, in any way.

Okay, night time, Toriel and Susie are asleep…now what are you doing, Kris?

That, knife…

Okay, so, yep, they’re the Knight, and they just opened Darkness in their living room. This is, not, good. And, the tv’s on, and the door’s unlocked…

What the fuck is happening?

Ending credits song sounds, techno? Is this more of Don’t Forget? Or a remix? I hear the lyrics at least.

“To be continued in Chapter 3” OH IT BETTER BE, TOBY

So, yeah, that's Deltarune Chapter 2. In conclusion: this explains nothing, raises 120% more questions, and overall is still an incredible, wonderful game. I also like how each Chapter so far has been almost as long as a full play through of Undertale, and yet we're still somehow only 2 sevenths of the way through. Oh yeah, did I not mention? After completing it, it brought me to a chapter select with SEVEN DIFFERENT CHAPTERS, only two of which were available. So, you know. THAT'S FUN!

In actual conclusion, please play this game, it's free, it's amazing, and also buy the soundtrack on Bandcamp so Toby can make some kinda living.

#deltarune #deltarune spoilers #deltarune chapter 2 #deltarune chapter two #deltarune chapter two spoilers #deltarune liveblog #shut up sorio #I have so many more thoughts #just give them a while to coalesce into something coherent

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rhywhitefang · 3 years ago

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Blank Rune + Inner Shadow characters ranked by how much you can trust them to babysit your children

Mary Poppins is seething in envy:

- Avery; Hugger of children and literal angel. There’s no better option. No, you cannot change my mind. Your children will come back, happy, safe, and goth. They will form an unbreakable bond devils bargain of friendship

- Jademis: Smart, responsible, and nice. What better qualities for someone to take care of your kids? Not only is she capable, she actually cares about doing her job AND she will probably help your kids with their math homework also.

- Coal: Obviously an amazing choice. Not only does he have common sense and makes responsible choices, they are also fun! I can also see Coal really liking kids which makes him great for this.

- Caravel: On her own? God tier, no question. She takes her job incredibly seriously, gets attached to the kids immediately, and will defend them with her life. She will give them great food but also be responsible and also the kids will love her. Her taste in men is not her fault!

- Kester: He is literally a dad. The only reason why he’s ranked lowest in this tier is for slight overprotective tendencies, but you know what? That’s also a good thing. He would also LOVE tormenting your little ones with his dad jokes :)

- Idokras: This is a really protective person who is really enthusiastic and will do anything to keep them safe. Fun, but also strict enough to discipline them without being too harsh. The kids will have a great time!

Great tier:

- Acorn: Nice, smart, and full of great advice. Has kind of a hands-off approach which is why he’s not in the first tier, but overall a very solid choice.

- Fatima: Why is Fatima so low, you ask? She is across both stories the character with the most solid moral compass.She is responsible. She cares about their safety and wants them to be not traumatised. Perfect! But on her own, she is a bit awkward and “no fun” around kids. However!! If Oxyll joins her the pair of them instantly move up to God tier.

- Astrid: Astrid is amazing! I don’t even have anything negative to say that put her down, she’s all around great! No complaints! Just not so extraordinary as to put her any higher, but if you chose her as your babysitter, your kids will have fun and learn some wilderness skills.

- Soleya: Probably already makes mad cash babysitting. Smart, responsible, snarky. Shame she’s not the biggest fan of children.

- Sora: Sora is a literal angel. An actual disney princess. A precious flower who is soft and nice and will take good care of your children. She can be a bit of a pushover though!

- Rhy: Canonically a great babysitter. Fun, good with children, and just all around a charmer. Maybe not the great role model, but I’ll doubt you’ll have any complaints about him.

Decent enough:

- Oxyll: Also dad energy, but lesser efficiency than Kester. He’s more oblivious, and way less of a grip on the kids. He’s fine, but definitely not the best. Again, though, if you combine his powers with Fatima, they become god tier together.

- Skipio: Decent enough, responsible, and will do his damnest to keep your little ruffians out of trouble. He’s gonna be strict with them, too - which is also his downside. Your kids won’t want them back.

- Tave: He’s doing his best! He’s trying! Who knows, maybe he can work himself up the tier list. For now he’s getting an E for effort.

- Kain: A good boy! He’ll try to look out for them, but also, he’s very stupid, so emphasis on “try”

- Pan: I don’t think he’s really a “kids” kinda guy, and probably won’t know what to do with them. Still, he’ll try his best to keep them alive.

- Agnes: Honestly, considering the fact that she’s like, what? 14? This is hella impressive. A responsible girl! I’m very proud of her!

- June: Your kids will love her! She’ll let them ride on her motorcycle, stay up past 2 am, and let them eat as many cookies as they want!

Meh Tier

- Lyn Amara: Completely uninterested in your brats. I guess if you paid her, she’d pay attention though.

- Ash: Can be bribed into doing a good job, and depending on the kid might also grow attached enough to do it out of their own volution, but they might also not bother.

- Blake: He just wants to sit in his barrel, bro.

- Anianno: His honor demands him that he protects him from threats and he’ll definitely run head first at any large animal that tries to attack them.

- Tilly: Stimulate your childrens creativity! Teach them valuable life lessons! Repeat after me: Murder is okay :)

- Laure: I mean, she *might* sacrifice them to her death cult but I feel like she’d be responsible about it, yaknow?

- Wren: That’s a bit too much responsibility for our anxious little bean. They will try their best though!

You Might as well have left them alone

- Allen: This is the same as leaving them alone.

- Swift: Will probably get distracted & overhwlemed.

- Copper: Anxious chihuaha. Will cry.

- Jakob: Oh boy... probably not the greatest idea. I mean, he’ll try his best, but I can’t see this going too well. Maybe they can write sad poetry together?

- Finn: He does nothing for them and might accidentally... drop them.

- Elvin: He’s a baby but at least not actively completely irresponsible, and has some physical capabilities? He’s really dumb tho.

- Phillip: He will ditch them half way through the night to go fight and/or make out with his boyfriend

- Prion: Too busy staring at himself in the mirror.

- Lexa: Herself a baby and also has no concept of fear or danger. Don’t.

- Kyra: Might steal their arms... but eh, too small.

- Barnacle: Looking at his intentions and general vibe, it’s great! He is a soft cuddly sweetheart, who I can totally see liking children. He’s also a mess and a disaster and a huge pushover. Also, what do kids eat again? Here have some uhhhhhh...... leaves from outside?

Just.... Bad:

- Delta: Do you want your kids babysat by a cat?

- Liam: I mean... look at the job he did with June. He kept her alive and fed, I guess. So, congrats on achieving the bare minimum, but he’s definitely not getting any awards here. And theres you know, him being an evil shithead.

- Midas: As irresponsible as they get and also kind of a shithead. There’s a chance he might use your child as a football.

- Mikash: He is baby, dont give him this kind of responsibility!

- Arna + Firmin: The irresponsible children squad. Why would you let them babysit your irresponsible children??

- Dareios: Canonical child hater and overall horrible person. The only reason he’s not in the shit tier is that if you payed him, your children will survive. He will treat them horribly though.

KEEP THEM AWAY FROM THE BABIES

- Artemisia: Well she might kill the kids, but unlike the rest of the people in this tier, here your kids might have a chance of survival ‘cause Misi is not that interested in them and might ignore them and do something else instead.

- Rubin: trash garbage man who will misuse your kids as “squires” for his fucked up murder tournaments

- “Ethan”: Almost the absolutel worst option. He is a terrible influence. We remind the reader that when Caravel asked him to get something to eat for the kids, he brought chips and alcohol. Awful role model, and thats not even getting into the fact that he literally murdered the two children in his care. Might not even keep your kids alive if you pay him!

- Esca: No :(

#blank rune #inner shadow

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dellinah · 4 years ago

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Hazbin hotel for the fandom thing

Dumbass appearing again to answer for HELLUVA BOSS on this one bc im dumb enough to switch them rip me

1. First character I ever fell in love with:

For obvious reasons, Loona lmao. This is going to sound bad but I didn't get AS invested in the characters from the pilot as I could have been bc the format didn't really allow for that I think. 2 episodes in and I love them a lot more

2. Character I used to love and now do not:

Literally none, what happened was the other way around. I wasn't invested in any of them, and now I am in pretty much all. Especially Stolas, that was a full 180 that punched me in the face from 'character that exists I guess' to 'I WILL DIE AND KILL FOR YOU'

3. A ship I used to love and now do not:

Same thing, it was the other way around. I started not caring for any but now they got mee ;3;

4. Ultimate favorite character:

Blitzo!! ESPECIALLY after Loo Loo Land. And honestly so much of it comes from Brandon's performance, his delivery adds SO MUCH personality to the character. You can tell what he feels regardless of what he's saying by HOW he says it and he's got so much depth to him anyway I love him. But honestly I love them all so much he's just a bit more bc of how layered and just fun he is to watch. Also in the end he IS so caring still, he's like a cat being an asshole but lovingly

5. Prettiest character:

That one wolfman from the teaser. He can get it

From the main cast I think Loona and Via look pretty cute!

6. Most hated character:

Stolas' wife. This is going to bite me in the ass later if they give her a character but eh,,, very few things get under my skin more than 'parent who screams and fights in front of their child' and while I CAN understand she's mad for being cheated on can you please not discuss it in front of the child. Look at what you did you ruined a perfectly good Octavia. She has depression now

7. My otp

Stolas/Blitzo bc Stolas deserves better and Blitzo deserves a family and shut up they love each other. I do think Blitzo having a crush on Moxxie is lowkey kind of cute, but I would never want them to actually happen bc Millie/Moxxie is too precious to be broken apart

8. My notp

Somehow, Blitzo/Millie doesn't do it for me? I think Blitzo has a bit of a crush on both the m&ms (maybe bc he's lonely and wants love so bad he crushes on everyone that is close to him, or maybe just bc he does bc horny bastard) but while Blitzo/Moxxie is cute, Blitzo/Millie is... eh

9. Favorite episode

Loo loo land! It was the ep that really sucked me in and made me see this as a good layered show. I think Murder family tried to give Moxxie more of a personality and while it is a good ep it didnt go as deep with characterization as I think it could have, other than Moxxie at least. Loo loo land did it better and did more and I hope it keeps going from there!

10. Saddest death

The teacher oof. I feel so bad for her and all the shit she went through before she died and after. She literally did nothinh wrong and deserved better

11/12. Least/fav season

Well season 1 is being pretty great so i dont have a least fav :P

13. Character everyone loves and I hate

Again, none, all the fandom favs are my favs. I guess of the main cast Millie is my least fav but I love her so much still and she's absolutely relatable bc I too, want a thing I dont know what is just bc it looks cute

14. Piece of trash but still a fav

Loona oops. I mean i know she is a bit of an emo edgy asshole but she cute so its all forgiven

15. Deserves better than this lil cinnamon roll character:

Octavia. To think of what she went through in her household that turned a sweet lil baby into a depressed teen just makes me want to give her a hug :( I'm so happy she has a good dad but honestly growing up to realize your parents hate each other and are possibly in an arranged marriage (I personally think it was a status thing which is why his wife seems more upset that he cheated with an IMP than that he cheated at all + needing an heir thing. I'd say Stolas is gay and sad he was forced into a straight marriage but let's be honest literally everyone in that show is at least bi lmao) just messes one up and growing up in that household sounds like hell in hell

16. This ship is wrong but I love it

Uhh Moxxie/Blitzo? Again idk if it counts bc i dont want them to be endgame AT ALL and I just think Blitzo having a crush on him is cute. But. They be cute. I love how Blitzo invades Moxxies personal space more than everyone else's (Watcha dreaming about? :3) and Moxxie is SO DONE with him its a cute dynamic

17. They're kinda cute but I don't really ship it

I guess same as the previous one lmao. I like them platonically/one sided but def not when they're portrayed as actually together

#helluva boss #yes I have one functioning braincell #theree #feel free to go off odin #to quote a very thirsty tumblr post I saw once #wolfman from the teaser can paint my insides with his preschoolers #yes that is the worst thing I have typed #no i dont regret ir #loo loo land was virtually a perfect episode and no i do not accept other opinions #i dont really show how much i love blitz do i?#i do #and stolas #and all of them #but maybe i should worship my favs more #they deserve it

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aeondeug · 4 years ago

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list 10 different female faves from 10 different fandoms, then tag 10 people

@wolffyluna left it open to whoever felt like it and I need a break between class and studying so...let’s go in no particular order... 1. Jame from The Chronicles of the Kencyrath. For a lot of reasons, really. Jame is just kind of...A mood? And one I personally really have needed. She’s like very much not a girly girl, but she’s still got like girly concerns and also she rides a death metal unicorn and she has a cat she is magically bonded to. Jame is very much a little girl power fantasy kind of character, but she’s also like deeply fucked up due to her very fucked up upbringing. And the handling of said mental issues and trauma is handled really well and in a Very Real sort of way. Jame’s also just fun and cute and hot and she falls off of something once a book at least. Also a character, a woman at that, whose method of helping things is breaking stuff? While also challenging the fact that choices are hard and your best intentions might still fuck shit up? Hell yeah. Go Jame. 2. Harrowhark Nonagesimus from The Locked Tomb Trilogy. THE NEWEST FAV OF THE BUNCH. She’s goth. She’s a nun. She’s gay. She’s a necromancer. This is all very good shit alone. But then there is like the sort of person Harrow is. And Harrow is the sort of girl who will go days without sleep and break a bone and be like “Well I got a test today...” before downing 15 Red Bulls and taking some pain killers before going to class. Then she will get an A on the test and be a fuck about that. She’s mean, she’s got an ego, she’s weird and standoffish. But like she hates herself and she’s like weirdly repressed in certain ways and she’s neglected as shit. I love this awful bone witch 10/10 would watch her kick Griddle in the face again. 3. Soifon from Bleach. She’s angry. She’s short. She’s wasp themed. Also like the entirety of her story in the Soul Society arc is this like...It’s the aftermath of your typical S narrative, except the little sister and big sister were highly trained murder ninjas from the afterlife. Also one turns into a cat. Soifon’s just kind of a mood and she’s fun and she’s got a lot of potential for fans to play around with, both seriously and jokingly. Also like Soifon’s bookending is just...It works really well I feel like. Honestly, Soifon’s arcs in general are fun things and they’re good shows of what the narrative strengths of Bleach are and where they are. 4. Edelgard von Hresvelg from Fire Emblem: Three Houses. I have written over 80 poems involving this woman. I have written essays about her. El and her deal with trauma just...Hits right in a lot of ways. Also I appreciate having like an abuse survivor who is a woman who like...Doesn’t just lie down and take shit? And I appreciate that we can see what an Edelgard who doesn’t start recovering becomes versus what an Edelgard who does start recovering is like. We get to see both sides of this in one character. She can be both a hero and a monster. And that’s just really important to see when you’re an abuse survivor with BPD. I also really appreciate that she’s just such a cute goober about romance? Like El’s a romantic. She wants a fairy tale romance and a happily ever after. That’s cute as fuck. 5. Zero from Force of Will. Is Force of Will’s story awkward trash? Yeah. It is. But I love this grumpy gay vampire bitch so much. She is a gay vampire wizard who is married to a gay elf and her magic is at its most potent when she is pissed the fuck off. Good shit. She’s also the ruler behind my absolute favorite deck in the entire game and like in a tcg in general? She’s scrappy and annoying and hard to get rid off and she’ll tell you “No” a lot while also hitting you very hard in the face. I like that. It’s fun and can make people feel helpless against it. Which I think works well with her character? Her rulers also never work well with her wife’s, which I find a funny way of representing that they argue a lot via gameplay mechanics. 6. Houjou Satoko from Higurashi. A lot of people say she’s irritating and the worst character and you know what? That’s fair. Satoko is annoying. She’s a huge fucking brat. But like. I dunno. I get why she is. And she’s the first time I can think of where I saw like the way kids can and will sabotage attempts to get CPS involved in their situation portrayed. Like she knows she’s being abused and she knows that shit sucks and would like it to not suck, but she still sabotages her friends’ attempts to get the authorities involved because she knows what happens when the authorities can’t get you out. I’ve got a complicated relationship with CPS, due to my experiences with it as a kid. The arc where they come this close to saving her and fail is the most soul crushing fucking thing. 7. Tsukino Usagi from Sailor Moon. So like with Jame this is partly a case of like a girl who is very authentically girl. She cries a lot and easily. She’s kind of lazy as hell. She wants to just laze about and eat shit food and read comics and play games. But she also like wants to have a fairy tale romance and like. Fuck that’s a mood. Like that’s it. That’s what being a girl is like! Authentically a girl! Also there’s just something very satisfying about Usagi getting so fucking sad that the universe just outright apologizes to her basically and brings a dead girl back to life. Is it realistic? No. But I don’t care. Sometimes you just want reality to listen to you and your feelings. 8. ENA from...ENA. ENA’s rapid and extreme mood swings are like. They’re cool. I mean not cool cool but like. I’ve got BPD so like seeing extreme mood shifts like that is cool. Also she’s fucking rad as hell looking and in a really weird ass series of shorts? With hourglass dogs and turrónes and what not. I find ENA hard to describe. Just go watch Auction Day. 9. Fate Testarossa from Nanoha. Starts out a highly abused child and then ends up a gay mom. Fate’s just a really sweet person and she cares a lot. And I really like that she like has a weird complicated relationship with her mom. Like she knows the woman hated her and she knows that they way she was abused was shit but like...She does still love her mom. A lot. And what happened to her affects the entire trajectory of her life from that point on. Hell, she fucking chooses her career path as like a space cop for the express purpose of making sure that there aren’t any other Fate Testarossas made. Fate’s a character who is affected heavily by her trauma, but she’s not stuck in her trauma. She’s not destroyed by it. But it still very much impacts her life and it’s never going away. 10. Remilia Scarlet from Touhou. She’s a fucking vampire what the fuck else do I need? She’s like one of those eternal child vampires too so she’s a fucking brat who tries to act cool and refined. But really she’s like a dumb kid in a lot of ways. She still tries to be an adult though. There’s a lot of fun ways you can handle Remilia. A lot of fun ways that people have written her. That’s part of the fun of Touhou in general, really. Remi’s just my favorite of the Touhous because she’s a bratty vampire with a Dio reference maid. Also have you seen her blocking animation from Hisoutensoku? Because if not you fucking should. It’s great. anyway. whoever else wants to do this go for it i guess.

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yandere-society · 6 years ago

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can i request y/n, having escaped either yandere hoseok or jungkook years later, living her new life with her new bf/husband (one of the members heh), when hoseok/jungkook barges in- while her new man is home.

This Side of Paradise

Admin/Writer; Chinkbihh

Trigger Warnings; blood, murder, slight gore, mention of brainwashing, if children in yandere makes you uncomfortable pls don’t read, also trash writing so that’s fun

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“Determination becomes obsession and then it becomes all that matters.”

Hoseok always considered himself to be a clean person.

Or, at the very least, someone who partook in acts that would require the least amount of pick up.

But in this case...a mess somewhat came with the territory.

Still, Hoseok supposed he could’ve done the deed a bit more elegantly than what he had. He had no one to blame but himself for this mess.

Blood was splattered everywhere, painting the once pirstine and white tiled kitchen as a crimson mayhem. The owner of said blood laid face down on the floor, lifeless with a knife sticking out the neck that continued to ooze out blood.

Hoseok ‘tsked’ and moved over to the sink to wash off any leftover stains on his hands. Stepping over the corpse in the process, the new murderer muttered, “Poor bastard didn’t even see it coming.”

In fact, this husband of yours almost deserved it.

He stole you from Hoseok. An act that was unforgivable by any realms of truth. Then the fucker was dumb enough to take a stranger in who claimed to be an old friend of yours.

Friend.

Hoseok laughed out loud at that.

How absurd...

He was more than a friend. A fucking friend didn’t describe an ounce of what soul bound there was between you and Hoseok. It was meant to be. Something that wasn’t up for debate. A fact that should just be accepted by everyone around the two of you.

Hoseok frowned once more as he recalled that your husband had let him in without question, even offering him a drink before Hoseok attacked from the back.

So you hadn’t told your ‘hubby’ about your highschool boyfriend?

Hoseok suspected that if you had told him about Hoseok then the guy wouldn’t have been so keen to let him in. In the past, you did have a tendency to tell other classmates that Hoseok was ‘obsessed’ and a ‘stalker’. He didn’t hold it against you though, he rather liked the cat and mouse game that you two had. And that fact that you didn’t warn your husband only aided the theory that Hoseok had been suspecting all along;

You knew he would come back. You were just waiting for him like the good girl you were.

As Hoseok took a dish rag and dried his ruby-stained hands, he began to walk around the small house in inspection of your new life.

It wasn’t a grand house with elaborate decor, instead it was humble and cute. Your preference of simple interior design was spotted all around. The home was utterly normal, a traditional ‘stater home’ for a family of three. As it should remain that way.

Three.

All that will change is the husband. But that was easy to do, like replacing an actor with an eager understudy. Hoseok was all too willing to sweep in and take the responsibility of a father and a husband.

He supposed he should start getting to know his new son.

From the family portraits hung on the wall (Hoseok cringed and made a mental note to make his family get new ones now that he was here) he could gather that your son was very young, most likely between the ages two and five. The youngster had your eyes and hair, but there was no denying that the overall facial structure belonged to his dad and his dad alone. Yet there was enough of your features for Hoseok to find himself gazing fondly at the boy, this could’ve been very different if he was a direct copy of his biological father.

Hoseok wanted kids of his own the resembled him, one day. But there was always time to have some more children, he was certain that your son would love a younger sibling.

‘Seokjin sure was a lucky guy.’ Hoseok thought to himself. And it was true, this ‘Jin’ fella had everything Hoseok had ever wanted. The most perfect woman to call his wife and a child that was evidence of the love they held for each other. But like they say... ‘all good things must come to an end.’

What they also say is, ‘dress for the job you want, not the job you have.’

This is why Hoseok decided to take matters into his own hands and get everything prepared for his little ducklings.

He went into the master bedroom and sifted through the closet for a different set of clothes, something not tainted with blood stains. Jin was a bit more broad than him, but Hoseok paid it no mind and happily changed into his clothes. The man had a safe wardrobe, Hoseok observed with amusement, but that was to be expected of a family man.

Next, Hoseok returned to the bloody scene of the kitchen and began to drag the body out into the backyard garden. It wasn’t elaborate by any means, the main goal was just to get the body out of the house. It was a temporary fix as he figured he can keep you and the child away from the body for at least a few days before he would be forced to drop it into a ditch a few towns over.

This was considerably proven when Hoseok stepped back into the house to catch the sound of a large school bus rolling by, the laughter and squeals of children filling the empty air and echoing back within the small homes’ walls.

Grinning, Hoseok practically skipped to the front of the house to rip open the front door and watch his son arrive from school.

Already a proud father, Hoseok awaited the boy.

As you pulled up to the the familiar drive way of your home, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the living room window that glowed with life.

So Jin was up. He just hadn’t been answering your texts.

When you had texted him (about two hours prior) about making dinner tonight, you had just assumed that he was being an ass and didn’t want to cook. Why else wouldn’t he text back? Thus, the steaming bag of take out that sat beside you in your car.

You really hated having to resort to junk food to feed your family, but you were just so busy and had to work within your sons’ bed time. Besides, your son had a healthy diet. You and Jin always made homemade meals for him. What harm can some occasional chinese take out do to him?

You got out of your car and grabbed the food, prepared to walk in and nag Jin’s ear off about his failure to communicate with you.

Except when you entered the house, a sight was waiting for you, making you shut your mouth just as quickly as you had opened it.

A bloodcurdling sight that had the bag of take out falling from your now limp and clammy hands.

“H-Hoseok?”

The man was sat with your son on the floor, smiling and talking gently to the boy as they played with blocks to build miniature buildings. God knows how long he had been left alone with your child.

Your son turned to face you, baby face morphed into an expressive smile that pulled back his doughy soft cheeks as he whimsically called out, “Mommy, you’re home! Why didn’t you tell me I had another dad? He’s much better than the old one.”

(Okay so like Im sorry this was bad and short but my brain is literally fried due to the most intense exam of my life. i’m sorry...also why was it so hard to find cute hoseok gifs? Idk I liked the gif but like it didn’t scream yandere ya know? This is chinkbihh….signing out I guess....)

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ember-glade · 5 years ago

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Figured I'd share my first BNHA fic here bc I'm a little goblin

Another Thing They Always Got Wrong (16293 words) by Emberglade

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto

Characters: Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead

Additional Tags: Eating Disorders, One Shot, mentioned cough syrup abuse, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Implied/Referenced Incest, but like it's SUPER implied like the R word isnt even used, but there is described flashbacks/phantom sensations so BE CAREFUL BBYS, PTSD, Trauma, CPTSD, Hurt/Comfort, Dadzawa, like aizawa is KING of "god i wish that were my dad" in this, implied aizawa/hizoshi/toshinori, tododeku but it's mutual bonding over self destructive habits, tododeku but they don't kiss because they're fucking dumb, take daddy issues and times that by 50 that's what todoroki has, they're like that spiderman meme, On god ily you all but ED stereotypes make me wanna fucking commit murder, Aizawa Has A Cat, Flashbacks, Self Harm, like not just the ED there's self harm in this too lolzor, let's get these bitches sum fuckin therapy

Summary:

“Todoroki?” He looked up. Midoriya.

“Hey.” he threw the paper towel in the trash.

“What’s on your shoes?” Todoroki looked down. They were still splashed with vomit. Fuck. The shiny bile winked at him from the surface of the pleather.

“I spilled some water on them while washing my hands,” he tried, grabbing a paper towel to wipe them off.

“Bullshit.”

"What?"

#bnha #tododeku #eraserhead #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #todoroki shouto #enji todoroki #midoriya izuku #ao3 izuku #ao3 tododeku #todoroki #shoto #midoriya #deku

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ezzydean · 5 years ago

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your hubris brings me to my knees (11)

for @ushioi-fanmonth I am going to put each day of the week’s prompts in the same au (aka all the Mondays will be one, Tuesdays will be another, etc, etc)

Friday - exchanging gifts

It started with Tooru realizing that he was Ushijima’s emergency contact. The phone call that Ushijima had been injured enough at work to need a ride home from the hospital was frightening enough. But the realization that he was Ushijima’s primary contact was-

Well. Actually.

It started with a package of milk bread left on the counter about seven months after they moved in together. Tooru hadn’t bought it. He actually bought it very rarely anymore. The sharp nostalgia of it seemed to overpower the flavor and it just didn’t seem to taste the way he always remembered it tasting. So he definitely had not bought the package on the counter. But he knew that Ushijima didn’t like milk bread all that much. Oh he didn’t hate it but he didn’t like it enough to buy it for himself as a treat.

Ushijima wandered into the kitchen to grab a glass of water and spotted Tooru staring at the package.

“Oh. I was at the store and they had those on sale. I thought you might like one.”

And then he grabbed his glass and left the kitchen, easy as could be. Like he hadn’t somehow just tilted Tooru’s world completely sideways with one simple gesture. The thing was no one got gifts for Tooru just because. Not since he was younger and girls flocked to him and showered him with attention. Sure Iwa-chan sent him stupid memes and pictures of dumb things that “reminded” him of Tooru. Usually ones involving trash cans and princess crowns. Which was fine because Tooru sent back ones filled with dumpster fires and ugly little garden gnomes. But that was it. No one gave Tooru things for no reason.

He took the milk bread to his room, eying it suspiciously as he did his best to keep Aki from pawing at it.

“What am I supposed to do now? Do I get him something back?”

As per usual Aki had no answer. He simply stared at Tooru until he was sure Tooru wasn’t going to share and then he flopped dramatically onto the end of Tooru’s bed.

The milk bread tasted almost as good as he remembered it tasting when he was a kid.

—

There was something being dangled in front of Wakatoshi’s face. He had grown used to things being dangled in front of his face. Tooru did it a lot. It was his way of getting Wakatoshi’s attention while pretending he didn’t want it and was trying to simply irritate Wakatoshi. Despite being an only child Wakatoshi saw right through Tooru’s ‘younger sibling antics’ and simply plucked the items from his hand.

This time it was a book.

“100 Ways to Tell If Your Plant is Trying to Kill You.” He glanced at Tooru. “Do you believe my plants have turned evil?”

Tooru scoffed at him. “I saw it and thought you might like it. You’re all,” Tooru waved around the living room, “into plants and stuff.”

Wakatoshi glanced around at the handful of potted plants and succulents he had carefully raised. It was a tough task, especially finding plants he could have that would be safe for Aki. Cats loved getting into plants they shouldn’t after all.

“I am into plants. I have never worried they may be trying to kill me though.”

Tooru flushed and made to grab the book back. “It’s a dumb book. I thought you might think it was funny. I forget you have no sense of humor.”

Wakatoshi cradled the book to his chest. “All the more reason for me to read it then. Maybe it will help me find a sense of humor while it saves me from my murder plotting plants.”

—

Tooru pulled up his messages and snorted at the newest one.

>> These conspiracies seem like something even you would doubt. But listen to them anyway.

The podcast was absolute bullshit. But it made his ride home enjoyable.

—

Wakatoshi’s hands hovered between the two flavors of pocky in the cupboard. Damn Tooru for somehow managing to find his two absolute favorite flavors. He sighed to himself and slipped one of both from their boxes.

—

Aki mewled pathetically at Tooru and he scoffed. “Don’t take that tone with me mister. I know you already got fed.” Aki mewled again and Tooru caved. “Okay fine but if your father asks you got this food out of the cupboard yourself.”

—

Wakatoshi let Tooru help him into the apartment. He was unsure if the scowl on Tooru’s face was because Wakatoshi had been injured or because he had needed to come pick Wakatoshi up.

“Were you going to let me know I was your emergency contact?”

Oh. That was why he was upset.

“Well you live with me and my family is over three hours away and I didn’t think you would mind this much.”

Tooru stared at him for a few long moments that made Wakatoshi feel itchy. Or maybe it twas just the cast on his wrist that felt that way. He reached down to rub at it only to have Tooru bat his hand away. Tooru looked down at his hand like it had betrayed him and then Wakatoshi lost his balance as Tooru pushed at his chest until he tripped onto the couch. Tooru settled himself in Wakatoshi’s lap and curled up against his chest.

“Don’t ever scare me like that again. I thought you were on Death’s doorstep or something.”

Wakatoshi curled his arms around Tooru and settled himself comfortably on the couch. Aki hopped up onto the other end and curled up on top of Wakatoshi’s book.

“I apologize for worrying you.”

“Good.”

—

It started the day they decided to move in together, really.

And like a well tended flower it grew deep roots and bloomed to life before they knew it.

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finderskeepersff · 6 years ago

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Closing the door to my parents home, I finally show my face in this place. I honestly don’t want to be in Brooklyn currently but like Kyle says, I can’t just shy away from the place because then it makes me look like I did the shit “that might be him, who else could it be. All my kids are home besides you” hearing my mother say, I wonder who she is speaking too. She always knows it’s me when I am home which is annoying, sighing heavily turning the corner “the man himself arrives back” my mother is on the phone “Cassius!” Jasmine ran at me, my little sister is back home “you here again?” I laughed, she is always home this girl “well I heard everything that was going on and came back” hugging Jasmine “you should have stayed there, shit will be fine. You good though? Cali treating you good?” moving back from the hug “yes but it’s nothing like being back home, also I miss you guys” my mother walked over to me “who is that?” I asked “Jordan” he has been trying to call me for so long “ok” taking the phone from my mother “what is it?” walking off slowly “I have been trying to call you, you never answer” rubbing my cheek “well if you call and I don’t answer then that means I don’t want to speak to you but we are speaking now? How may I help your life again?” that’s all I seem to be doing, if it isn’t his spawn then it’s him “I heard you with Sofia” this is why I didn’t want to answer the phone, this is what he wanted to speak on “so?” what else does he want “mom was saying it, she was saying some shit but I set her straight. I told her I never had sex with her. You seem really happy” my face scrunched up “I ain’t spoken to you about shit, how do you know?” the hell is this “social media, I have a phone in here now and I still have Sofia on it. I saw a picture of you both before mom even mentioned it. If you happy then so be it, I wanted to say thank you for being there for my son and for me. I’ll probably be locked away for a few more years and if you could like try and help them get Bryce with us” I don’t trust Jordan “this ain’t you, tell me how you really feel nigga? Come on now, and how have you got a phone?” he’s a dumb ass, who would give him one “I don’t feel anything Cassius, this place kills you mentally. I’m finally able to walk in this place because of you, people talk to me and with respect. I got caught with a weapon in here, so I think I will be here for more years” the kid is dumb “why can’t you just lay low? Jordan, you are dumb” he is dumb and doesn’t need to do that “I am not you Cassius, nobody will do anything for me. I have to work” he ain’t wrong with that.

Passing the phone back to my mother, I am wondering now. How did he see the picture, what picture do I look happy in. Sitting down on the couch next to my sister, I knew something would break him. Being locked away has, I mean he had to get raped for that “you dating Sofia?” I didn’t even get a whole minute of silence “Josiah said she cooked him breakfast” glaring over at Josiah “she was rude to me you know, she is stuck up. Out of every girl, why her? I mean Celine is bad enough” Josiah has a big mouth “I didn’t even date Celine, she was a nut rag. Josiah you a whole dummy” he really is “Jasmine, it’s got nothing to do with you. Just be the good little sister and be quiet” she will end up riling mom up and I can’t be bothered, I only came here to see them and then get a few things “who got you that?” Jasmine pointed at the bracelet, looking down at the bracelet Sofia got me “Sofia” I admitted, I don’t care “she did? You really dating her? You never date” scratching my head “well I am now, anyways. When you go back, take Josiah with you” Jasmine rested her legs across my lap “why would I do that? I will not” Jasmine touched my neck “he came home with hickies, mom!” placing my hand over Jasmine’ mouth “shut up” Jasmine laughed out loud “you a whole adult hiding away from mommy” Josiah and Jasmine both laughing at me “it’s not that, I can’t be bothered to hear her mouth. Where is dumbo dad?” he must be around “doing the garden but what about Josiah? Tell me” Jasmine slapped my face lightly “I told him he needs to live out his dream so do it, I will give you money if you need it” Josiah smiled at me “I got money Cassius, I will go” that is all I wanted, these two tag-teaming me just to laugh at me.

My dad got up from the grass “you like my flower bed boy?” my dad said, nodding my head “very nice of you” he walked over to me taking off his gardening gloves “didn’t think I would see you in this place, it’s been a while” clearing my throat “I can’t choose my family but I am here, I am going away for a while. About two weeks, I think. I’ll be out of the country” I ain’t speaking to my mom so I might as well tell my dad “really? With Myles?” shaking my head “Sofia dad, but if you need anything I can always make it happen you know me” my dad placed his hand on my shoulder “if you happy then go for it” I chuckled “not being mom’ little bitch in the corner. You wouldn’t say that in front of her” my dad pointed at me laughing “you will soon see, when you love it’s a different feeling. To not hear an argument you just stay quiet, you will understand. I am not a little bitch. I have my own ways to get to your mother” he probably does this nigga “also they have put Bryce into a home where the family is looking after him, we can fight this. We can get him back, we just need to fight for it. I’ll leave that to you” my dad nodded his head “we did seem him, we are fighting it Cassius. He will be back with us, I wish you and your mother would speak” I snorted “nah, she disrespected me in a different way, she hurt my feelings. But take care” turning around to go back inside.

I should technically take all of my clothes to the apartment but this gives me a whole reason to come back here, I do like to watch over my family. Sofia scolded me, she says if I come back with a duffle bag she will murder me, I mean it’s a long time and it’s out of the country so I did need think when I packed. I have a whole bunch of new clothes in the apartment so I just packed some of the shit in this. Placing my suitcase down on the floor “going?” Josiah asked “yeah, I’ll be away for a while” my mother walked out of the living room, she glared at me and I stared back “you are so engrossed in that girls pussy” she speaks “I was waiting on you, upset that I’m not your little bitch?” she has been dying “you’re my son!” my mother shouted “you have two sons and one daughter, I am nothing to you. You should have got an abortion before you had me, I don’t know how you would have lived without me actually. But seriously you should have, saved my soul for better parents cause you trash” Josiah hates arguments “Cassius, come on” he mumbled “you are my first born son, I love you. You was the most wanted child but the most lost child I have had” she is blaming me “lost? You knew I was lost but didn’t help? Ok mother, you pawned me off to the streets for your fat ass. If I hear you speak shit on Sofia again I will make sure every money you have taken from me comes back to me. I will get yo ass in jail cause you know I can do that” my mother looked at me shook, she doesn’t know what to say “over a girl!?” my mom shouted “shouldn’t have said that shit to the baby I lost, now you either get on board or leave” grabbing my suitcase “you lost a baby!?” Jasmine spat, I am not in the mood to be explaining shit to anyone.

Throwing the suitcase inside the apartment “wow” Sofia said, I didn’t think I threw it that hard “my bad” that nearly hit into her legs “so did it go well?” closing the door “better than expected, Sofia. Who do you bank with?” placing my car keys on the side “Citi?” she said confused “oh so do I, I need you put some of my money in your bank?” I can’t do it in my own, it doesn’t look right “you want me to put drug money into my account?” she spat “don’t say it like that but yes, I can’t take that amount of money in cash with me, I need a back up of you holding it. I can take some cash but I don’t want to be stopped. Can you do that for me? They won’t know, I won’t give you loads” she is scared to do one simple thing “we do need to go soon, I mean we can go to the bank while we drive to the airport” I breathed out “thank you” that is all I wanted “if they question or ask just tell them your great aunt died and left it you, don’t look so guilty it’s fine” she is so cute, she looks like the police will lock her away “but could I get in trouble?” shaking my head “it’s just for this, I won’t do this to you. One time, they can’t question you, as long as it ain’t all of the duffle bag money” I love this woman too much.

Seeing Kyle’ car as I pulled up outside the bank “you look beautiful and why didn’t you get the ring changed?” she has hung it on a chain “no, you got it like that and I want to keep it that way” touching the ring “that is fine, don’t act all nervous. You’re just depositing five thousand” Sofia’ mouth hung open “Cassius? Like that is a lot” I chuckled holding the clear bag up “it is but deposit that” she took it from me “one time thing, just be cool about it. It’s nothing” Sofia put it in her bag “why that much? You have cash on you too” I grinned “start your savings too, just go” she doesn’t get it, pressing a kiss to her lips “what savings?” she frowned “exactly, you don’t know what it is? Just go woman” she needs to learn the value of money, watching Sofia get out of the car, she is so damn beautiful and all mine. Looking to the side of me watching Kyle walk over to the car, looking back over at Sofia’ booty “Cass” dapping Kyle, he lowered his head down into the car “you all set to go?” nodding my head “she is depositing money for me, I didn’t want to leave that money unattended in that home. I took things from the safe at my parents and then also the apartment. I trust you to hold it for me” Kyle laughed “it’s like we swimming in money, these niggas don’t get it. These young cats will never know” nodding my head laughing “your girl is back out” that was too quick, she can’t have done it “I need you take the shit out of my back seat, don’t do it yet” Sofia dragged open the car door. Kyle and I just staring at her “I forgot my mobile, I forgot my pin for the card” blinking at her several times “I did say relax, it’s fine” she closed the car door and then stopped “who are you?” she asked Kyle “I am asking for his number? I like the booty” busting out laughing “stop it nigga” she looks so confused “I was coming to the bank and saw him, he’s my friend” Sofia let out an oh and then walked off “she believed me too, do I look gay?” Kyle asked “a little but you thinking on leaving the life?” Kyle nodded “we getting too high for this shit, we will end getting a low and I don’t want to see that” he ain’t wrong, I am glad to be hopefully getting out of it.

Well she is back in the car with no trouble “you good? You know you are now apart of the drug dealing process bub?” Sofia’ head snapped in my direction “don’t play me, am I really? Cassius I did say I would help you but don’t purposely use me like that” laughing at how serious Sofia is “you love me though? I mean a lot right? You just need to do this a few times” putting the car engine on “Cassius! No, this is wrong, I refuse to do such a thing. No” she is triggered “Sofia, you really think I would let you do such a thing? Listen to me, the money is in there for me to spend and also for you to start saving, you hear my words. You need to start saving” putting the car in drive “you’re not funny, I thought I was a dealer there” she is so simple at times “but what did I say to you? What do you need to do more in life?” she doesn’t listen “save but why save when you can spend and live for now” she is a spender “and go on holiday every time, I kind of know now why you work there. You do it for the free flight, you ain’t sneaky now but I am a little offended, when I went Miami with you. I paid for my own flight, you didn’t get me free anything and I dicked you down” I ain’t forget about that “well treat them mean keep them keen, I didn’t think ok. But I did it for you now” she ain’t shit for that.

I am the type of guy to not care where I sit, the girls want to sit together then so be it but she dogged me out of first class “is this flight really eight hours?” this is going to be painful, I hate sitting in one place for so long “yeah, but you had the right idea” he pointed at my neck pillow “I took it from Sofia” I laughed, she ain’t notice shit “I was thinking Cassius rocking that pink too” buckling my belt, I am sat next to Lloyd which I don’t mind, he funny as shit “I was like what is that, she told me I then thought of myself, so why the hell not” she will notice it soon and then cuss my ass out “where we going anyways? Italy?” I be in my own world, I just follow the crowd “Milan nigga and then we going Greece, Spain and then France. Going home after” pulling a face “but why? Is that why it’s like two weeks? I don’t know what I signed up for with Sofia” Lloyd laughed “yeah, I think with our women we just say yes to please them. I’m the same but I didn’t want to pass on this, I love hanging with the idiots and we have another one. I am sorry for that night, you know getting too drunk, is everything ok now?” it wasn’t even his fault “all good, don’t be sorry for something that ain’t your fault. I drank” it was all me on that.

Staring out of the window on the flight, it’s kind of amazing the we up in the clouds. Never did I think I would be going anywhere out of America but look at god “hey” Lloyd nudged me, looking away from the window “what’s up?” sitting back in the seat “Ivy wanted to announce it later but I am dying to say it but she is pregnant” that is so random to tell me “seriously? That is so good, I am happy for you. Is that something you always wanted? To be a dad?” Lloyd paused “it wasn’t planned if you are asking, she found out like two days ago. It was like slap in my face. I am a little in shock but happy, it’s new beginnings” nodding my head “happy for you bro, I won’t say anything to anyone but I am happy for you” that is good on him “happy about what?” Sofia came out of nowhere “you took my neck pillow?” I knew she would be around “nothing and it’s mine now, why don’t you go back to your friends. You have offended me again, you put yourself in first class” she dead ass wrong “I can’t pick and choose Cassius, and you gave up your seat to be here. You both did” rolling my eyes “excuse me, this lady is bothering us” I said to the flight attendant “yes sir?” the lady said, clearly didn’t hear me “the lady here, she is harassing me for my mobile number. Can you please move her, thanks” Sofia wants to kill me “hi, are you supposed to be here?” the flight attendant asked “no but are you going to move me?” Lloyd and I laughed out “I will need you to move back to your seat ma’am, please stop harassing the passengers” I cackled laughing “bye” waving at her, she did this to herself.

Closing the door behind me, I needed that pee “is everything ok now sir?” the flight attendant asked me “erm yeah, all good thank you. She been harassing me since the start” this has to be the funniest thing to me “I’m sorry to hear that, is it just you and your friend?” nodding my head “yes” all them niggas ditched us, they wrong “we can upgrade you, free of charge. Business class” my eyes widened “seriously? What is the catch?” there has to be one “none sir, please gather your things. I will take you there” maybe she wants my dick, I would have given it if I was single or maybe she is being kind. Walking down the rows of seats, hitting Lloyd’ arm “we going business class, come” Lloyd gasped unbuckling himself out of his seat “get my backpack” I am shook right now, business class so she can shove that first class up her ass. Lloyd held my backpack out to me, grabbing my bag from him as we made our way up the rows of seats. To get to business we have to go through first and go up the stairs, I am so here for this. Scanning first class and then I see their heads all looking up, Sofia looked straight at me and I put a finger up at her “aye, where you both going!?” Mitch shouted, going up the stairs. This is more like it “wow, I don’t know what you want from me. Things like this don’t come for free” she must want something “oh no, enjoy your flight with us” I am about to sleep like a baby.

We even arrived via business departure, that shit is lit “how the fuck did you get Business?” Ivy shouted at Lloyd “sorry we don’t speak to peasants” I cackled walking behind him, we will end up meeting up at some point but I am following the business side to leave “what did you do? I didn’t get to ask?” I shrugged not knowing myself “I think she assumed Sofia was a stalker, I assume that also. But Lloyd she said I gave the seat up, I didn’t. She said the seat is Ivy’ but she will give it you, so I was like fuck it” Lloyd laughed “the thing is, it’s like we are seat fillers. So it does work like that, how you think I feel? I had no chance, I was always going to be economy but I am staying with you. You be getting the good dealings here” I practically blinked and we was out “so we didn’t need to do shit? Like seriously? No wonder these business people just leave so quick” that was quick “we can have a drink while they still checking their shit” first class ain’t shit on business “I just realised, like I was thinking why they looking at us crazy. You out here with a pink neck pillow and one sweatpant leg up and one down, you sir are a mess” looking down at myself “I slept good, I even drooled, that was special” Lloyd laughed “I ain’t going to lie, I will get you drunk again. You was funny as shit” he is saying that but Sofia didn’t find it funny “record me too, I would like to see” seeing the group that left us “y’all look so miserable” I said smiling, catching the flight attendant walking out with her other workers “can you please stop harassing me, I don’t want you” Sofia mean mugged me, Lloyd laughed out loud “you’re so annoying, put your pants down properly” she leaned down pulling the leg down “ok mom” she is moody when I should be moody.

Holding out Sofia’ neck pillow as I made my way to the back of the bus they hired, they hired a whole thing “thanks” she snatched it from me “can I sit here or is it first class only?” Sofia shuffled over “oh wow, see that. I can sit here” I sat down next to Sofia “I wish you would drop it” she mumbled “I have heard about the back massage and the promise ring” Mia was quick to say, looking up at Mia “you told them everything?” I said looking over at Sofia “I tell them everything, like they do theirs. I even tell them that your remaining fat for me and our bodies be slapping and I stop breathing sometimes when you on top” she being dead ass, staring at Sofia with my mouth hung open “that is dead ass wrong, why?” I ain’t here for that “just like you probably flirted your way to business class, no bitch would do that. I ain’t stupid” my mouth fell open “you clearly are stupid Sofia because you are wrong, and wrong even more. I don’t appreciate you speaking shit about what we do. Just because your ass is skinny talking about you stop breathing. You just piss me off for no reason, I don’t appreciate that shit at all. That’s my business” kissing my teeth “talking about I flirted, talking about my business” I got up from the seat “piss me off for nothing” sitting at the back in the corner on my own, I just need space.

#Chrianna #Chrianna FF #Fanfiction

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loucifieri · 7 years ago

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ndrv3 HPA AU (Class ‘79) notes~

I’ve only ever been posting snippets of the their silly school life (without following a chronological timeline of events) so here’s some context of how I characterized the ndrv3 kids (essentially the same personalities but with some tweaks) and maybe some info on the relationships in my comics. Implied and outright spoilers, apparently. The rest under the cut.

NDRV3 Character design masterlist here Class 79A Character descriptions here Further characterizations here Family headcanons here Cover Art here Dorm designs here

Comic snippets so far: (most of these were from before I finalized their characterizations) Moms called out by trash child Kaito and Kokichi have “The Talk” How Kaede became the Class Rep A Lesson in Romantics Real Talk Sports Day

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/Draft/ Final characterizations here

Kaede Akamatsu: The ‘protagonist spotlight’ mostly falls on her. Personality-wise, she’ll still be the ever cheerful, charming and kind Kaede (with a toned down self-righteousness) but with a dash of her pre-game personality which is being mistrustful and to an extent, condescending.

Angie Yonaga: Angie is still Angie, but with added eccentricities. Since she her character design kind of implies she’s from an island in the West (okay, Hawaii) which is part of America, she’s going to be referencing memes and western culture.

Kirumi Tojo: Her maid shtick is a conscious effort for her. She has selfish whims and insecurities deep down that calm, collected and altruistic persona that she tries to project. (in-game Tojo was just too one dimensional, ugh)

Tenko Chabashira: She mostly maintains her enthusiastic, down to earth, protective (of the girls) nature but she won’t be too vocal about her aversion towards the MENaces (it was so overdone in the game to the point of being annoying) and with a short temper. Will probably have a sad or comical (still can’t decide which lol) backstory about why she dislikes DEGENERATE MALES.

Himiko Yumeno: Mostly the same with her in-game personality but isn’t dismissive of human interaction. Apart from her “I’m a mage, not a magician” gag, she’s suspected to be always on drugs by most. Secretly stays up late a lot to watch k-drama.

Maki Harukawa: Still anti-social and uptight but it won’t be because of her talent (which is outright revealed to be Ultimate Assassin)… she just hates talking to people her age (lol). Also, her backstory won’t be the same in-game coz that seemed intentionally sad in context, but it’s strangely out of place in a peaceful AU like this. She’s still from an orphanage and serves as an elder sister figure. She was physically conditioned and trained to be an assassin but it turns out it was just a complicated plot to make her a Motion Capture stunt girl for an Assassin’s Creed game. So yeah, she hasn’t really killed anyone in real life but she physically (and mentally??) can, if desired.

Tsumugi Shirogane: She won’t think she’s a plain jane nor will she make an effort to remain a ‘wallflower.’ She’s into a lot of fandoms, naturally. She also stans Junko Enoshima (who isn’t a Despair junkie btw) and makes vague references about “being in a reality show,” (wink, wink)

Miu Iruma: Same ol’ Miu, but will try to make an effort to be likeable. Also has standards, so no she is not going to do lewd things with Teru Teru-sempai.

Shuichi Saihara: Since no one has to die for his character development, it’s going to take awhile for him to remove his hat. At first, he’s still meek and unconfident but not codependent on Kaede. Also adding a dash of his pre-game personality, him being an avid fanboy of all things detective (stans Kyoko Kirigiri, has a sizable collection of Nancy Drew Books and Detective Conan manga etc). Struggles with depression at times.

Kokichi Ouma: Compulsive lying is dumbed down and has his limits with his intentional assholery. His genuinely caring personality will also peek through a lot and he won’t vehemently deny it that much.

Rantaro Amami: Carefree, easygoing and fabulously gay big brother figure of the class. Makes vlogs in the style of Bear Grylls’ Man VS Wild. He also references the Danganronpa franchise plots (except V3) in his stories of his adventures.

Kaito Momota: Still quite sexist but it’s more because of upbringing rather than intentional. He doesn’t just suddenly develop an incurable, deadly disease but he has Tuberculosis (hence, coughs a lot). And, he’s very competitive (his pre-game personality repackaged).

Ryoma Hoshi: Mostly detached and stoic but not depressive and unfeeling. I’m tweaking his backstory a bit coz an ex-con that has served prison time going back to high school is a bit weird (and I don’t want the “HPA pulling shady shenanigans” shtick). His family has been murdered and all he has left is the family cat (that he gets to keep in the dorms) and he’s been pursuing leads about the mafia responsible for it. He’s basically a Sasuke Uchiha here. Anyway, he’s wise but vindictive. Fortunately, he doesn’t want to serve justice with his own hands.

Korekiyo Shinguji: Doesn’t have a sister complex and definitely not a compulsive serial killer here. He’s already got an interesting, creepy persona. Miyadera is alive, but still sickly and would visit him often to bring him home-cooked meals. Unsurprisingly has a fascination for see-saws.

Gonta Gokuhara: still the best boy best boy best boy raised in the mountains He won’t be too gullible here and would even join in roasting Kokichi.

Keebo Idabashi: He’s the Ultimate Robotics Engineer since he’s not a robot. Spent most of his life sheltered (even from the internet) so he’s shy and quite socially inept. Always gets very defensive of his talent.

And now, for the platonic and romantic ships~ I actually multiship but in this AU I’m going to stick to one ship for a particular person since I’m personally not keen on polyamory. (please don’t burn me on a stake)

Kaede||Shuichi: Saimatsu BROTP; in fact, they refer to each other by first name. I didn’t want this to be an “OTP” here since Saimatsu was mostly set up and situational in-game because of Shuichi’s codependency and Kaede’s desire to break him out of his shell, though undeniably they do have a really good chemistry together. Really, I love Saimatsu just-- let them explore their options. (I’m also just bitter I couldn’t flirt more using Kaede after Chapter 1 ;w;)

Kaede|Kirumi: I’m not inconspicuous about it actually lol idk I just see a good chemistry between them. Also, think of the mom jokes since they’re both the class moms. And while my comics tend to jump back and forth chronologically, if I was going to write a fic– their relationship is a slow burn with lots of pining

Shuichi|Kokichi: Their love hotel scene oh my god Kokichi really has it bad and that little liar is a good match for Sai, he facilitated his growth in a (twisted) way but this is an AU so yeah. Beforehand, Kokichi has a slight interest in Rantaro.

Maki|Kaito: This is a canon-ish ship that had a weird development too, but again, they have a nice chemistry too. I wanna explore that normal, potential development between them (also, I’m not sayin they’re both necessarily straight coz this is a straight ship lol).

Himiko|Tenko: There’s just… a lot of potential cuteness in them, even though they were kind of dysfunctional in canon. The fact that they’re polar opposites when it comes to physical activities gives me enough cannon fodder for their tandem. And Himiko being involved with Tenko can really help her a lot (like when the latter’s death in-game impacted her so much).

Kaito||Kokichi: Sort of a Oumota reference lol Chapter 5 gave me an inkling of their dynamics together and it was nice to see that Kaito gave Kokichi a leap of faith despite all his atrocities. So, I think they’d be good friends in the AU, just laced with a lot of badmouthing and insulting each other.

Rantaro||Tsumugi: Mastermind and Survivor solidarity~ They’re good friends in middle school before entering HPA.

Miu||Keebo: They’re both socially inept techie nerds sitting at the back of the class so finding friendship with each other isn’t far from happening. I lowkey shipped them in the game but I haven’t decided in this AU yet~

That’s all for now I guess :D I can try to make an actual comic with plot about them someday… but I can’t promise, even to myself. huhu

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thirstygirlclub · 7 years ago

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Duchess - 1

Chapter 1 – Poor Little Rich Girl

I had never thrown a fit like the one I had thrown when Daddy told me that we had to move away from all of my friends and family. I threw my phone and shattered it, I cried until my eyes were red and puffy, I screamed and stomped my feet but nothing would convince him to quit his job.

“This is a very important business opportunity for Daddy,” Mom whimpered, bent over in a slight bow as she rung her hands worriedly, “it’ll be good for you to get away from this city for a while.”

“Daddy needs to decide who is more important. Me or his business. I know which one I would choose.” I snapped as I threw my designer clothes messily into my Gucci suitcases.

I stomped away to my shoe closet and grabbed an armful of Louboutin’s to throw them carelessly in another suitcase. Mom and Greta, the housekeeper and my nanny when I was younger, went behind me folding and sorting out all the items I was chucking around. Romeo, my precious Pomeranian, followed me around my room dutifully looking up at me and yapping happily every time I would start to cry again. I stood in the middle of my huge bedroom then fell dramatically onto the bed, throwing my arms around my pillows and crying into them. My makeup had run all over the soft cotton but I didn’t care.

“Now, Miss Cat,” Greta said gently, coming over and petting my hair gently, “your brother is excited about going to a new town. Why can’t you be as enthusiastic as him?”

“He doesn’t have any friends!” I cried, “he’s got nothing to miss! I’ve got all my friends and Grannie!”

Greta sighed in that exasperated way that she always did when she thought I was being overly dramatic. I looked up at her through my wet eyelashes and saw that she was looking at me with a small, sad smile. I curled onto my side and cried again. Greta chuckled quietly and ran her hands through my hair like she had done since I was a child.

“Poor Goldilocks,” she cooed comfortingly, “maybe you will find peace in Charming? I know I will; there won’t be nearly as much traffic to dodge and you might even find yourself a man.”

“She is not finding a man full stop,” I heard Daddy say from the doorway, “whether it’s here or in Charming.”

“She isn’t a little girl anymore Mr Duke,” Greta scolded gently, still stroking my hair and humming softly, “she has to grow up sometime.”

I looked up at Daddy stood in the doorway, his broad frame almost filling it, with his arms folded and his eyes looking at me with sympathy. Before I could say anything to him my little brother Jack ran in and started jumping on my bed; almost knocking into Greta and trampling all over me. I screamed at him and tried to stand up to fight him off but he sat on my back and kicked his feet so that I couldn’t move my arms. Jack was 15 and already a lot taller and stronger than me. He took after my dad with his height and build whereas I was definitely my mother’s daughter.

“Jack,” Daddy snapped, “get off of your sister! You are far too big to be doing that now!”

When he fell to the side I finally sat up and threw my pillow at his head, sticking my tongue out before smiling smugly. Daddy was always on my side when it comes to things like this, well, normally he was on my side when it comes to everything but I just couldn’t work out how to get him to stop us from moving. Jack stuck his middle finger up at me when our parent’s backs were turned and only Greta and I saw him. Greta gasped and scolded him quietly, telling him not to let our father see what he was doing. I had always been Greta’s favourite. I had tucked myself against her side with another smug smile towards my brother.

“Come on now Darling,” Mom said and scraped the stray hairs away from her face, “you need to help Mommy and Daddy pack before the moving van gets here tomorrow.”

I sighed and pulled reluctantly away from Greta. She petted my hair again then stood and showed me how to roll my clothes so that I could fit way more into my suitcase than when I had just thrown it in. She then sat on top of the case while I struggled to zip it up and we laughed, I had almost forgotten why I was packing in the first place. I helped her pack one more suitcase then we moved onto my shoes storage.

“Oh,” I gasped, “you think I could do that with my shoes too Greta?”

“What?”

“Like…”

I tried to stuff my shoes in altogether like I had with the clothes. Jack spluttered and called me an idiot for thinking I could roll my shoes up and Daddy scolded him again, telling him to finish his own packing while they helped me. Jack huffed but did as he was told. Daddy passed me some of my clothes and Greta helped my fold while Mom packed another one.

“Remember though Darling,” Mom said to me and Daddy, “you still need clothes for the next few days while we are travelling.”

“What do you mean?” I asked with a frown, looking up from where I had been trying to zip another suitcase, “I thought the flight was only a couple of hours.”

“I’ve told you Sweetheart,” Daddy sighed in the way he always did when I was being dumb, “we can’t fly because we need to drive the cars down.”

“Why can’t the drivers drive the cars?”

He sighed again and looked at Greta with a pointed look, the one he did when he was getting really fed up of my being dumb. I looked at Greta for an explanation. She took my hand in hers and stroked my cheeks kindly, tucking my hair behind my ear.

“I am the only member of staff that is coming with you, little one, your drivers are staying here with their families so you will drive your cute little car with your Romeo, Mr Duke will drive his fancy sports car and Mrs Dillinger will drive her 4x4 with your brother.”

I sighed and threw myself across her lap; making her laugh again and stroked my hair gently. Cooing again.

“Life just isn’t fair is it, Miss Cat? Poor little rich girl has to drive her own car for a couple of days.” She chuckled while I glared at her from beneath my blonde curls.

Driving across the state wasn’t quite as bad as I thought it would be; I could blare my music and sing as loud as I wanted without being told to be quiet or that my music choice was hurting anyone’s ears. I mean, Romeo probably wasn’t very happy but he never said anything about it. He loved his mommy and wouldn’t ever do anything to upset me. He kept trying to hang his head out of the window but his legs were way to short and I didn’t want to open the window because I wanted to keep him in the car.

Suddenly, my phone started to ring and I jumped; causing me to swerve slightly on the road. Luckily it was empty so the only living creature witnessing my faux pas was Romeo. I turned down Britney Spears and answered the phone call. It was Jack.

“S’up sis!” he said sweetly, “Mom said we are gonna stop at this next motel ‘cause Dad is tired and needs a rest.”

“What’s it called?” I asked, narrowing my eyes trying to look in the distance for lights.

“The Midnight Inn.”

I wrinkled my nose at the name. I am definitely going to get murdered in a place called The Midnight Inn. I’m too young and pretty to die though! I tried not to think about the sinking feeling in my stomach as I came up to a sign that said it was only a few kilometres left. When I pulled into the decrepit parking lot, I wretched. It looked so disgusting and I really didn’t want to stay the night there.

There was so many cracks on the walls with plants growing out of them. When I looked further down the parking lot I saw an open door that, upon closer inspection, had been kicked in with police tape crossed over the gap. The window to the reception area was so murky it probably hadn’t been cleaned ever.

I parked my car next to Daddy’s Lambo and let Romeo out to go for a pee and a... you know. I picked it up with the doggie doo doo bag and threw it in the already too full bin in the middle of the parking lot. It was the most random place to put a trash can but, judging by the rest of the place, it wasn’t the most well thought out of places. I found my family in the office of the motel. Mom had her arms wrapped around herself with her coat pulled tightly around her body. Daddy was stood with Jack at the desk, asking for their best rooms to which the woman behind the desk was um-ing and ah-ing about the keys. It looked like she just picked out two different keys and gave them to my dad.

The room was about as disgusting as the rest of the place. I had yelled at Daddy for making me stay there but he firmly told me that I had no choice, if I didn’t want to drive through the night. There were roaches in the bathroom and bugs in the bed. The carpet had come up at the corners where I’m positive I saw rats. Romeo was having fun chasing the different creatures on the carpet and under the bed. When he came back out, his beautiful brown fur was riddled with bugs and spider webs. I ran to the bathroom to throw up in the toilet but then the sight of the bathroom made me throw up again. I had had quite enough of this disgusting place already so I slipped on my favourite pink feathered sandals. I hadn’t even noticed it was raining until I felt the water splash up over the sides and soak my feet.

I bashed on my parents door until Mom answered, looking tired and like she had just woken up. I shouted at her to get Daddy and that I wanted a new room or at least new sheets so I could sleep moderately well. Daddy just shouted that if I wanted to get a new room or new sheets I would have to go and talk to the man myself.

“Fine!” I growled through gritted teeth and stomped across the parking lot towards the office to shout at the man behind the desk.

I don’t even remember what I had said, I just shouted at him until he gave me what I wanted. Everything that I had thought about saying was suddenly ripped out of my lungs when I turned around to see four dangerous looking men stood behind me. I didn’t mean to fall back against the dirty counter but I couldn’t help stumbling back from my fright. It was as if I could feel the decades worth of grime and dirt had seeped through the thin satin of my robe and was now sat against my skin. The bile rose up in my throat again although I’m not entirely sure what I had left to throw up. My feeble attempt at a scary look did nothing to make them move out of my way and I felt myself shrinking under their gaze, feeling so naked and exposed in just my thin night clothes.

I had never been so undressed in front of any man that wasn’t my father or brother before and found myself trying to tuck my robe around me. I was about to say something harsh to them all before the man with the funny accent opened the door for me.

"Let me get the door for you Lass. I can tell you’ve had a trying day.”

I made tears come to my eyes and looked up at him with wide eyes, a move I pulled on my dad and his friends all the time when I wanted them to feel sorry for me. He kind of smiled at me behind dark glasses and nodded. I smiled back at him and went to leave but was suddenly grabbed by the big, hairy man. His touch made me shudder and I tried to pull my arm away from him, dropping my new sheets and key in shock. Again, I shrunk away from his heated gaze, trying to hide my body from him with my free arm but feeling scared for my life.

"You want me to make you feel better?" the hairy man said with raised eyebrows causing his other friends to laugh.

“I would literally rather die,” I spat in a moment of bravery and pulled my arm away from him only to trip over the fallen sheets as I went through the door.

I bent down to grab my key then screamed for my dad. The big man had said something to me as I walked away but I just shrieked in frustration and stormed over to the room where my dad was staying. When he answered the door, I fell into his arms and cried hard. He led me into the room where Mom sat with me on the bed and I told them all about what had just happened. I might have embellished some details to make it sound more dramatic but not too much; just enough to make it slightly traumatic. I really wanted my dad to feel bad for making me stay in this pig house!

Once I had calmed down Mom sent me back to my room to get some sleep but there was literally no point even trying. Between feeling so hungry I could eat the roach that just crawled across my foot, not really but you get the point, and feeling so sick from the thought of my precious baby being covered in them I couldn’t sleep. I just decided to get dressed and just take Romeo out for a walk. It was quiet now so I doubt there was any killers roaming around the parking lot. I know that’s what every stupid girl in a horror movie is like but they don’t have a ferocious dog to protect them.

As I thought this, Romeo yelped when a rat ran passed him. In his defence, the rodent was about the same size as him. I wasn’t going to stay in that room a moment longer.

Outside was quiet. It was almost too quiet but it was a nice break from hearing the creatures scratching in the walls and under the floorboards. I didn’t need to leash Romeo; he loved me too much to run away. Besides, there was literally nowhere for him to run too except the deserted road and desert just beyond that. There was mud now in place of the dirt that was there before. My pretty beige Louboutin’s got a bit dirty which I would usually be angry about but I was way too tired and hungry to be bothered by them right now. A bit in the distance I saw the holy light that was quite clearly a vending machine. I almost skipped over to it, reaching into my pocket I found a couple of dollars from when we stopped earlier at the service station. Finally my luck was beginning to change!

My hope didn’t last too long. I whined and whimpered as I bashed the glass of the vending machine. The stupid chips were stuck. All I wanted was a bag of chips and a bed without insects and a room without rats, was that really too much to ask? I stamped my foot, making the clicking sound echo around the empty motel. I rested my forehead against the glass before giving up and hitching Romeo up on my hip to turn around walk away, apparently not destined to eat those glorious chips that I craved. Suddenly, I heard the loudest crash that ever. It was louder than when I crashed my car into a wall last year.

I whipped around, wide eyed and holding Romeo closer to me. One of the men from the office had kicked the side of the machine with his heavy boot. He looked through the window before grunting while kicking the machine again; causing a chain that was hung from his baggy jeans to jingle slightly. The snack machine tipped onto the opposite corner then landed back flat on the floor with another loud bang. He turned and took a couple of steps towards me with his arm outstretched.

This is it, I thought, this guy is gonna kill me. I am going to die in some gosh forsaken motel in the middle of nowhere.

I was just about to beg for my life and tell him that I was a good, innocent girl. I was a vegetarian for goodness sakes! I had never hurt a fly in my whole life. Not on purpose anyway. Then I realised what he was holding. He didn’t have a gun in his hand, like I had thought, but instead there was the bag of chips that I had been craving.

“Here,” he said in a gruff, raspy voice and shook the bag slightly.

I stared at his face for a long while before blinking away whatever scared thoughts I had and crept closer to him holding Romeo in one arm while my other was outstretched to take the chips off him. I didn’t want to go to close though; he could still grab me and take me away after all. When I grabbed the bag off him, I calmed Romeo who had started yapping happily at him.

“Thank you, Sir,” I said, as I would have to any man older than me, and gave him what I hoped was a polite nod.

The man smiled slightly, nodded back and before I could say anything else to him I heard Daddy calling me. I started to walk back to the motel room, Romeo in one arm, bag of chips in the other and turned to give the man one last look. He was staring after me with a small frown on his face.

I tried to memorise his face but I didn’t think it would have been hard to recognise him again. More than anything, I think I would remember his really intense, dark eyes. He looked dangerous, I mean he must have been to vandalise a snack machine just so a random girl could have some food, but the way he held himself and the leather waistcoat thing that hung on his shoulders made him look scary too. But his face… he was so good looking but not in the Hollywood way that I was used too. He didn’t have the blonde hair and blue eyes with designer clothes and boat shoes, he was a kind of rugged handsome that I had never seen before.

When the morning finally came, I had barely slept at all. I had chosen to sleep in Mom’s room since Daddy had chased away most of the bugs and he and Jack went to sleep in my room with all the rats. I decided that maybe jeans would be way too hot for the hot California sun and decided on some little, high-waisted denim shorts instead. Then I thought my top looked wrong so I changed into a floral, lace bralet that probably showed off slightly too much cleavage but it was hot. So sue me, you know?

Mom looked at my outfit with approval, telling me that I looked very grown up. I smiled and threw my curls over my shoulder before making my way outside with my bags in hand and Romeo at my heels.

“Looking very slutty today Catherine,” Jack said with a snide laugh.

“Shut up you absolute cretin,” I spat back at him as I pressed the button that unlocked my car.

Jack just laughed but kept on pestering me, asking if he could ride with me because Mom was only playing bad music in her car but I waved him away from me. I refused to have him in my car, he had a habit of shouting, “we’re gonna die!” and it would throw me off and make me panic. And he was always farting and burping on my leather seats, throwing food and soda all over the place and refused to sit in the back so Romeo couldn’t sit shotgun like he usually does.

“Come on Catherine! Please!”

“I said buzz off and leave me alone!” I snapped back at my little brother, getting more and more annoyed with him.

I was then distracted by seeing the only other patrons of the motel sat on a bench across from where my car was parked. They were looking at me with slight open mouths which made me feel slightly uncomfortable under their gaze as I packed my bags into the trunk of my car, making sure my hair covered my blushing cheeks.

“Hey guys!” I heard Jack call and looked up to see him waving at the men.

Three of them looked at him but that one guy kept his eyes on me steadily until he was spoken to directly to by my brother. I looked up at Jack, irritated. Why on earth was he talking to strange men? Doesn’t he know that’s how you get killed?

“Jack!” I scolded, “don’t talk to them! You don’t know them!”

“Uh yeah I do,” he said in the typical teenage boy ‘duh’ type of voice, “they are going to Charming too! They’re in a motorcycle club, how cool is that?”

“You can’t just tell people where you’re going! What if they’re dangerous?”

I already knew they were dangerous but also considered the benefits of my brother being murdered briefly before shaking the thoughts from my head and stamping my foot on the ground. I couldn’t help wondering where my parents had been when my brother was talking to four strange men. Men, I might add, that harassed me yesterday. Ok, one man harassed me yesterday and it wasn’t really that bad, but still. I sighed but walked towards him with my arms folded over my chest and took him by the shoulder.

“Sorry about him,” I said to the men and dragged my brother away, “he’s a worm. Come on Jack, we need to go and find Daddy.”

The men laughed and I saw Jack’s cheeks go bright red. The big one, the guy who grabbed me yesterday told me he could be my daddy if I wanted him to and I felt sick. The bald guy, the handsome one reached over and punched his friend on the arm as I bit back a rude comment. Jack fought with me, taking his arm away from my grasp. I huffed when he pulled my nail but thankfully it hadn’t snapped.

“Hey can I join your club?” Jack asked, “like, as a trainee or whatever.”

“Jack,” I scoffed and folded my arms, “you can’t even drive a car. What do you think you’re gonna do on a motorcycle?”

“Well you can’t drive either!”

“Um, yes I can. I have a licence and a car.”

“You broke a man’s leg! The only reason you aren’t in prison right now is because Dad paid you out and paid the guys off to let you keep your licence.”

The bikers were looking between our exchange like they were watching some kind of funny tennis match. When my brother mentioned about the old man I had accidently hurt their eyebrows shot up and all eyes were fixed on me as I huffed and clenched my teeth together. I couldn’t let Jack win though, so I put back the only defence I had.

“Well, he shouldn’t have been on the road!” I shouted, stamping my foot and leaning towards him with narrowed eyes.

“You should have been on the road!”

“You’re such a worm!”

There was a surprised ‘oh!’ from the bikers and I stood back up straight, waving my arms with a dismissive ‘whatever’ and went to find my parents. I eventually found them around the back of the motel office, whispering about something probably secretive. Daddy looked up when he heard the sound of my footsteps and they immediately stopped talking. I didn’t even care what they were talking about, I just wanted to get back on the road so I could stop sleeping in disgusting motel bedrooms and get into my own bed. I told them what Jack was doing so Daddy marched around the building to grab his son by the back of the neck and pushed him into Mom’s Range Rover. With a smug smile at him, I got into my car and Romeo jumped up onto my knee so that he could settle in his little basket on the passenger seat.

Before I closed my door, I caught a glimpse of that intense, dark stare from the good looking man from last night and I couldn’t help but wish that I had asked his name. If they really were heading towards Charming, like they told Jack, then I’m sure I’ll be seeing them at some point anyway. I couldn’t help but feel thrilled at the thought of maybe seeing him again.

S’up bitchesssss – I kind of love Catherine? Like she’s a brat and isn’t the brightest person in the world but I think she’s hiding how confused and vulnerable she is underneath it all. We’ll see though, right?

Also, I have decided that I am going to put our lovely Viv in this story later on. If this is the first story that you have read of mine, you don’t need to read my other story to get anything- that story won’t interfere with this one. I’m not that clever. I just think Viv is such a positive influence on Happy that he would probably talk to her about his feelings?

Kind of obsessed.

See you soon,

Love from Doe

xxxxxx

#happy lowman #happy lowman x oc #happy lowman fanfiction #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy fanfiction #duchess #jax teller #chibs telford #bobby munson #poor little rich girl

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deviltoothed · 6 years ago

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meme: send me a ship involving my muse and I’ll tell you… status: accepting

Who would be the big spoon? Vic’s the big spoon. Always. He’s large and warm and protective, and Remy’s going to get held all damn night.

Who would wake up first? Probably Remy. Vic shortly afterwards, because Remy pulling out of his grasp would have him awake and trying to tug Remy right back.

Do they have nicknames for each other? Probably, though they’re not anything appropriate to be calling each other in public. Not that stops them. Not an ounce of shame between the two of them.

What happened when they met each other’s parents? Vic’s parents are long dead, but meeting Jean-Luc was doubtlessly an… interesting time. It wasn’t even intended. Remy went to visit, Vic followed when he realized Remy wasn’t going to be back in the next day or two and showed up at Jean-Luc’s door tracking Remy’s scent.

How do they apologize after an argument? Lots of nuzzles from Vic. Pressing himself into Remy’s space, nosing at him, and purring to show he’s sorry and ready to play nice again. Remy’s apologies to Vic involve food, and occasionally bribes of catnip if he seems like he’s in a particularly bad mood afterwards.

What would they be like as parents? A bad idea. Okay, given a kid that is actually his and not human, Victor wouldn’t be such a bad parent. Overprotective about some things, kind of dumb about other things that Remy would have to correct him about. They could potentially be decent parents, but that kid is bound to end up being a little shit with these two as dads.

Who is the better cook? Remy. Obviously. Remy’s a pretty damn great cook and Vic would eat his meat raw if he was allowed. There’s absolutely no contest here.

Who is more romantic? Remy’s probably the one who’s better with actual romantic gestures, because Vic doesn’t always think about that stuff. He does have it in him to be very romantic when the mood strikes, though that’s often something spontaneous, and occasionally inconvenient for Remy.

What sort of gifts do they get for each other? Vic is easy to please with gifts. Cook him a nice dinner, maybe a pie, and he’s a happy murder cat. For Remy, Vic bounces around with what he gets him. Basically, if he’s out and something makes him think of Remy, he gets it. Buys it, steals it, who’s keeping track?

Who gets jealous easiest? Vic. He’s kind of a jealous person anyway, and being in a relationship with him opens the door for him to get growly and possessive. Usually ends with him getting bopped on the nose because he needs to chill the fuck out.

Who gets more excited for events e.g.. Birthdays, Christmas? Remy’s more likely to actually remember the events and have the time to get excited. Vic, when he remembers, does get excited for them as well. He doesn’t always remember events, but it’s a little easier to do with a little more stability in his life, and being with Remy would have his life slightly more stable than it usually is. Also, Christmas, Vic likes to make sure Remy’s somewhere warm after he saw what an absolute shit show it is to have Remy in the cold. He still complains at Remy about it not really being Christmas without snow, though.

Who is the most adventurous? Both? Vic’s older and has had more chance for adventure, but I hesitate to say either one is more adventurous than the other given the lives they lead.

Who is the most protective? Vic is very protective of Remy. That’s his mate, and he’d die for his mate. If he could die.

What would they have been like as childhood sweethearts? Shitty. Honestly, the shittiest of kids. Getting into all sorts of trouble, stealing shit, starting (or ending) fights. Timelines are never going to match up for Vic to have a childhood sweetheart given how old he was and what his childhood was like. BUT! Imagine Vic as a child the same time Remy was a child. Vic disappearing for a few months after he manifested and was locked in the root cellar, and then showing up at Remy’s the first time he managed to break out and get away.

*BONUS: Song to sum them up?* The part of me that is trash says Cherry Pie, but I’m going with Animals.

Do I ship it?

NOTP / Crack only / AU only / Not really / Maybe a little / Well now I do / Yes / Of course! / OTP

#cardshcrp #answered #v. x man #i had to use that image #vic first meets remy #immediately has to grab his face #remy somehow stealing my feral boys hearts #okay so i did put two songs #but it's your fault that cherry pie is now a vic song in my head #remy tag #what if my remy tag was just 'he's my cherry pie'#it's late and these are the thoughts that make me laugh at this hour #he's my cherry pie || remy lebeau

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adisgracetomyrace-blog · 7 years ago

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The Haven- Part 7

Ash knew she had to do something. She had to get out. Lady Red was creepy, made her feel uncomfortable- she did agree with her beliefs, yes. But Red took them to an extent Ash wouldn’t even go to. That, and she’s murdered children and parents alike.

She had to get Dew, Finnegan, and just escape from the Haven.

Question was, how to do it?

And stressing her out the most, what afterwards? Ash wasn’t fit to raise a kid. She came out fucked up as a child, and her way of living is certainly no environment for a child to grow up in. Especially a child who has already been thoroughly scarred and traumatized already.

And she didn’t know anyone to raise a child, either, so that’d mean she’d have to be Dew’s parent. Which means she’d have to throw away the life she had made so many sacrifices to reach, and just surrender to the dull, confined, mindless and fearful traditional borrower life she had been avoiding for so long, and-

“Ash?”

Ash looked up to see Dew walking towards her.

“Oh, hey, Dew. Sorry, I uh, don’t got as much food as I had before.” Ash said, opening her bag full of goods.

“It’s alright.” Dew responded, taking some hand fulls out. “I’m just grateful you still come back here with food every day at all.”

“Hey, you’re the only non-crazy person I know in this place.” Ash said. “..Well, you and Finnegan.”

“Who’s Finnegan?”

“Oh, a bird of mine. Like, you know how humans ride those big animals? Okay, I ride him the same way. He’s like... the closest thing I have to a family.”

Dew stared for a moment, before turning away to stifle her laughter.

“What? Wha- what did I do?”

“B-borrowers can’t tame birds like humans tame horses! Th-that’s just... You’re joking, right? You’ve got to be joking. Right?”

“Wh... No, no I’m not!”

“Oh, what next, you’re super ultra mega best friends with humans too?” Dew snickered, her face growing red. “W- yeah, I’ve got like two! ...Well mostly just one-”

And with that, Dew began laughing so hard she fell backwards, and was now gripping her stomach and cackling. “Th-that- that’s the funniest joke I’ve ever heard! Ash, y- you’re so dumb!”

Ash, quite offended, huffed and turned away, trying to block out Dew’s laughter. Of course, until a shadow loomed into the alleyway.

“Well well well, Ash, lookit you.” a deep voice snorted. “Rolling with the trash kids.”

“H-huh-?” Dew asked, sitting up and now on high alert.

“How curious, I feel as though I’ve seen this one before,” muttered Flicker, approaching Dew.

“H-h-h-h-hey guys! Um what are you doing here-” Ash said, moving herself in front of Flicker’s view of Dew.

“Lady Red’s been suspicious as to where you’ve been running off. Although she’ll be glad to know it’s nothing too serious.” shrugged Clawface. “Who’s this kid you got, anyways?”

“Uhhhh, h-her name’s.... Ivy. Her name is Ivy.” Ash calmly spoke. “And she helped me make my way through the Haven and all, she’s really cool.”

Flicker moved closer, and pushed Ash out of the way. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to... take a closer look. I swear, I’ve seen you befo-”

His hand was gently touching Dew’s cheek. Ash was about to shove Flicker back, until Dew dug her teeth into his bony fingers and he howled at a pitch Ash never knew borrowers could reach.

“YOU LITTLE SHIT-!!” Flicker snarled, raising his other hand to hit Dew. Ash, holding Dew back, knocked Flicker into a wall, and grabbed Dew’s hand to drag her behind as Clawface began swearing at them.

Ash knew she couldn’t take on someone as big and strong as Clawface. As she crawled up the cardboard shreds and trash, she could feel Dew trip and stumble behind her, while Clawface was leaping over the pile and tearing through it like a vicious dog chasing a cat.

“Dew, keep those legs moving!” Ash cried, trying to quicken her pace as she finally got onto concrete.

Shortly afterwards, as Ash and Dew began to run through crowds of borrowers in the main square of the Haven, Clawface (followed by Flicker) tumbled out of the trash heap, and began to charge after the two. Of course, it was difficult for them to keep sight of the two since both Ash and Dew were considerably short for borrowers, and they were hidden by the sea of taller borrowers they had to throw out of their way.

Ash darted into another alleyway quite further away from the main square of the Haven, and climbed into an abandoned metal container. She looked up to see Dew hanging back.

“C’mon, what’re you waiting for?!”

“Y-you’re with them....”

“And now as you can see they want to kill us both, now get in!” Ash whispered.

Dew took a few steps back. “H-how can I trust you? You’re just some... some crazy delusional liar an-” By then, Ash had covered her mouth and dragged Dew into the container with her, pulling the lid over them and huddling in a corner.

“Are you insane?!”

“Quiet, Dew, please!”

“You’ve just been setting me up to get Lady Red to find me all along!”

“Dew, for a child so smart you’re being completely irrational-”

“Then why do you know them?!”

“Dew!” Ash finally barked. “Let me talk.”

The pale child glared at Ash, before huffing and saying, “Alright, then. Talk.”

“I came down here by mistake, I... I didn’t know what the Haven was, or any of this, and Clawface and Flicker just, y’know, attacked me and Finny.”

“May I remind you that borrowers can’t tame-”

“Dew, shut up, this is my story. And they were just like ‘oh yeah it’s where all borrowers belong’ and just... I’m just picking up and learning stuff as I’m going, Dew. When I met you, I had no idea they killed your parents. I had no idea they were murderers. I didn’t exactly trust them but that didn’t mean I shouldn’t try, I mean- what else could I have done? They weren’t going to tell me how to get out.” Ash explained.

“And, Dew, you... You’re a kid, Dew. I don’t think you’ve realized that. You’re a child, not an adult. And a kid, like... they should be playing and just be living all carefree and shit. Not working and fearing for their lives. I... I genuinely want to help you, Dew. You.... you remind me so much of someone before who I wanted to help too, but.... I let her down.”

By now, Dew’s glare had soften.

“...But this is different. I’m a different person, in a different situation. And I cannot afford to let you down, Dew- we will get out of here.”

The more that Ash looked at Dew, the more she noticed tears welling up in Dew’s eyes. “Y-you... you sound just like my mom....” she sniffled, rubbing her tears away with her long sleeves.

Ash smiled sadly as her own tears began to surface. “And you look just like my lil’ sis. C’mere,” Ash said, opening her arms slightly before Dew clung onto her and sobbed into her again.

Ash gently rocked back and forth as she held Dew- she remembered Ivy would stop crying whenever she did that. Or, at least, she would lessen her crying. Then, she began to hum an old tune. A tune she hadn’t heard herself sing in years. A tune she used to sing for Ivy. Back when she used to love her.

“Wh-what’ll happen when we do get out?” Dew inquired, looking up and sniffling.

“I... I’m not too sure, Dew.” Ash sighed. “But, hey, it’ll be alright. I know some people, they’ll... they’ll surely help out somehow. Maybe.”

The two fell into a quiet silence, just listening to the soft, rhythmic breathing and occasional sniffs and coughs they both exchanged. Until finally, “What does the outside look like?”

Ash looked down at Dew. “You’ve... never been outside?”

“I was born and raised in the Haven. This... this is all I know.” Dew explained. “Just trash heaps from beings so much greater than us that they might not even exist. My parents would tell me stories, but.... I just took them as stories. Not as actual... you know. Life. They’d go on about clean white walls and giant hands.”

Ash raised an eyebrow in confusion. “Uh, that’s... that’s not what the outside is like at all.”

“It’s not?”

“No, it’s... It’s warm, and full of green and shade and... it’s just so open and huge. It’s... it’s kind of terrifying in a sense.” Ash told her. “To know that we’re so small, living in a world that’s... clearly set out to destroy us and all. But personally, I find... I find a sense of power. In existing in this world. To know that, hey, everything’s stacked up against me. I should be dead, I’m a miserable excuse of trash. And yet... and yet I get to experience the same joys of life that those humans do.”

“....What does it feel like?”

“It feels.... it feels like a wind picking you up and carrying you away into pure happiness to see all the good in the world. Not- not literally, you know, but.... I want you to experience it. Ivy, she... she never did. Probably still hasn’t.”

“Is Ivy your little sister?” Dew asked.

“Yeah, she... she is.”

“What exactly happened between you and her? She’s.. still alive, right?”

“God- I hope so. I haven’t seen her in five years.”

“So what happened.”

“Well.... Hey, we’re gonna be running for our lives again tomorrow. We should probably get some sleep, shouldn’t we?”

Dew yawned. “Probably....”

Ash shuffled a bit to get comfy, and by the time she was about to ask if Dew was comfortable, she realized Dew was already on the verge of falling asleep.

So, she smile gently, laid back a bit, and shut her eyes to allow her world be enveloped by darkness.

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