#(starter calls scare me because I am afraid)

[lausticzt]

shakes. STARTER CALL as I also try and work on starters on my multi. If you want to plot / rather plot first hit me up! Otherwise I keep things in my default verse for most interactions unless we are close and comfortable with pre-established stuff! also working on modern verse and fleshing out more pre-series stuff.

[inspirationalucky]

"THE MORTUARY ASSISTANT" PROMPTS & STARTERS. demonic possession & hauntings. adjust as needed!

"i need help! someone's outside!"

"just try to stay calm. i know you're scared."

"this is very sudden, but listen to me. we have to start right away."

"i'm sorry, i didn't know until it made itself known this morning."

"i didn't know that it was here... let alone bound to you."

"i had no way of knowing the possession had started."

"you need to take this seriously. you need to act quickly."

"you can't leave, [name]! i can't allow that for you... or for others."

"so we stay calm... ok?"

"treat it like a normal day. staying focused will help."

"you don't have to believe me, but i hope you do before it's too late."

"the only way to save yourself is to banish the demon before you're too far gone."

"you'll need to learn the demon's name, bind it to it's chosen body, and burn it in the retort."

"i know this is a lot to take in."

"i had years to learn what i know. you have hours."

"you can't trust the phones. anything can be manipulated."

"good luck, [name]. i'm sorry this had to happen."

"yeah, screw all of... whatever this is."

"to banish a demon to hell, it must be bound to its chosen body and burned."

"you're just seeing things."

"i'm just seeing things... i need to get back to work, it's fine."

"it's my fucking fault!"

"don't really have a choice... i'm stuck here... fuck."

"you did this to me... it's all your fault."

"why are you still doing this?"

"i'm going to kill you, [name]."

"why did you let me die? this is all your fault."

"i regret every second with you."

"time is running out, [name]."

"hate me all you want. he's dead because of you."

"you should be the one here. lifeless... worthless... you're a waste of this body."

"you're wasting this body... give it to me."

"i should be killed on sight."

"this should banish the demon."

"my coming shall herald glorious sorrow."

"i will claim the flesh of man for my own."

"i need you to let me in, sweety."

"don't you love your grandma?"

"it's so cold out here... i'd love to come in... let me in, [name]!"

"let me in you little bitch!"

"i just want to visit you. don't you miss me?"

"awww, what's wrong [name]? don't be afraid of your [relation]!"

"i knew you'd find me... i'm all alone and scared."

"i'm fucking scared! didn't you hear me?"

"help. me. get me the fuck out of here!"

"oh, look at this... who are you now?"

"who could do this to someone? i think you should let me out."

"you'll be here soon."

"ok baby don't worry... it's ok, it's ok. i'll get you out of here."

"no, no, i'm not going!"

"get me out of here, they're gonna kill me!"

"come back! let me out!"

"where am i? what happened? let me go!"

"i'm sorry, this is the only way."

"seriously, [name], why are you hiding? don't be scared."

"let me out you little shit! you'll fucking burn!"

"you can never fix what you've done! see you soon."

"it's nice not to be the one down there for a change."

"did i make it? is it over?"

"it's never really over."

"oh, i've just been waiting... for so, so long."

"[name] isn't here, you fucking idiot!"

"here i am, you worthless old shit! here i am!"

"it's never over, but you survived."

"can i leave? i want to go home."

"you can leave. but once an entity finds you, all the houses of hell will do anything to get back to you."

"i'm sorry, but it doesn't end here."

"from now on, there's always a chance this will happen again, no matter where you are."

"i don't want this! i just want to leave! what do i do?"

"i'm sorry, but there's no going back."

"so, what? you're waging some selfless holy war?"

"it's not a war. it's survival. and i'd hardly call it selfless."

"i wish i could claim to be someone better, suffering hell to save us all."

"i simply want to live another day, just like anyone else."

"i could run and live the rest of my days in fear, or i could learn to face it and keep some semblance of a normal life."

"i don't know what you experienced, but i know it uses the worst parts of you against yourself."

"the more you experience, the more you'll confront the darkest parts of your life."

"i'm offering the tools to take control. the choice is yours. i hope you come back."

"what you've been doing is monstrous!"

"i've said already that i've had to accept everything about myself. just like you do. this is a necessary evil."

"she's down there right now, just suffering for no reason!"

"[name] is not down there! not anymore, she's been gone for years."

"you want to have a chance at life!? it comes at a cost. this cost!"

"you have to make a choice just like i did."

"i've seen many experience what you did. none have survived."

"i've watched them degrade and suffer until they're no longer themselves."

[thisuserislilsilly]

Summary: After our first meeting, I knew I had to make room in my tight schedule of laziness to invite Isolde somewhere nice, but the galaxy is always full of surprises

Genre: Action/fluff/wholesome/angst

Pairing: Crae Vullscat (Rogue Trader) x Isolde (Character belongs to @meervalv0 )

TW: Foul language, fluff, bit of smut (or smut implications), heavy subject implications, hints of mental and physical abuse, reader caution in some portions is advised, otherwise you can skip to another part of the one-shot or skip it entirely

SECTION WILL HAVE "******************************" AT THE START AND FINISH OF IT

Goblin tag squad: @finchly-tintinnabulation @meervalv0 @echo-of-damnation

@cardinalcanis @artemisareia @jaghatai-khock

@druidwolf21

I know is a gif from Arcane, shut up

I didn't saw my fair lady for a couple of standard Imperial years after our first encounter; partially because I needed to complete some contracts and deals with other Trader Houses and partially because I had, mostly, ran out of stories to tell her, which was what I thought at the time the only reason she had maintained contact with me at all. Once or twice the Tear's would get a message from her broadcast, asking how I was doing or what fun adventures my crew and I had taken part of; the usual reply was a short message to basically announce I was still alive and that life had gone it's natural course without many troubles or, well, "expected troubles" more than just being shot at by space pirates or your average local Xeno that thinks you are a threat for being part of one of the largest Imperiums in the galaxy that treats their kind not so nicely. Details, after all.

I had been practicing for weeks and months on end what I wanted to say, really, I did, I even had a spreadsheet with all of the possible starters and enders to a conversation I could think of. Knowing she was more of the strong silent murder hobo type of people I asked literally every strong silent murder hobo person I knew in my ship what they would think it was a good place to take a person out for a friendly conversation....nine out of ten told me to go into a giant arena and bash some skulls in; which I was not thrilled to suggest to Isolde taking into account she was so much bigger than me that in this case size mattered a hell of a lot. Nothing convinced me, nothing was good enough for her, for what she deserved to be called and engaged with; she was more than royalty for my father's beards, she was a damn Astartes at best, an higher ranking officer at worst! I was just a stupid, insignificant little Trader that had managed to entertain her long enough to captivate her attention.

Most of all, now that I have the power of looking back at it with other perspective, I was scared she was...real. I was afraid she truly felt something for me, even if it was as little as just friendship; those who knew me well were aware of this, Gertie many times tried to convince me of just dropping the subject, to realize it wasn't worth it to take risky missions and adventures into the unknown only to have a good story to tell and register on my diaries. He was right, he knew why this whole thing scared me more than the Xenos we fought and the heretics we sacked, she had lasted more than any other past fling I ever had or ever would have after her if that chance didn't work out. Gertie and my crew had rebuilt me once, they didn't want to see me torn into pieces again.

Finally one day my crew and I were unpacking some strange artifacts we had picked up in unregistered worlds I received the message I was longing for; she would had a chance at resting, the war campaign she and her legion had been fighting on was drawing to it's closure. She had time to see me. Words fail to express the joy that came over me; faster than a mutant running away from an Inquisitor I threw whatever I had on my hands onto the cargo hold, hurried up every crew member that was packing stuff to do it faster and I am pretty sure than in all the messy crowd of the space port one or two of my retinue was left behind because of how fast I wanted to get out into the Warp and subsequently on the same region in which Isolde was going to be on.

"Can you slow down, Lord Captain, and tell me why the hell are we in such a hurry? Are we being chased by one of your crazy crushes once again? Have heretics discovered you were scamming them? The Ecclesiarchy has finally tried to indoctrinate you into their Imperial Truth?" I heard Gertie heavy breath as I ran up and down my ship looking for my spreadsheets of flirting "No! Nonononono my dear Seneschal, something much better! Lady Isolde has finally some time for herself! Out there, in some fracking system, she is actually resting and off the battlefield! Do you know what this means!?!?!" I shook Gertie in excitement "You are gonna finally carry her to your bed chambers?!?!" "Yes!....I mean no, no I will be finally able to go on a romantic walk with her!" "Ah....wait a date!?!?!?! Sir-....Sir what do you mean a date!!?!?" Gertie stuttered

I could only laugh like a maniac up to this point; as far as I understood it, every second counted if I wanted to have an opportunity of meeting Isolde again in peaceful times. It was this set of thoughts what led me to boss the Navigator around to make the longest Warp jump they had ever done in the fastest route onto Isolde current system whereabouts. Looking back, I should had thought in the inevitable consequences of that irrational order, but not even the Emperor himself would had been able to convince me of not doing it at that moment, such was my rush to get there on time.

This next part is well known by many historians that have covered Vullscat House so I won't be adding too much into the events that transpired whenever the Navigator raised a prayer to the Emperor and took the Warp jump that blew their head off by how potent it had been and that told every Daemon in the Immaterium that there were some fresh meat trapped in a vessel coursing through their realm ready to be eaten by their demonic mouths and digested on their inhuman bellies. I never payed attention to the classes on the topic of Daemons and the manifestations of the Immaterium in my Schola Administratum days so I will spare the reader from my blunt and simple descriptions of those creatures, that would had inevitably boil down to "This one was uglier than my mother, that one had the face of my sister for a moment before I blew their heads off, the one I killed next was as red as my combipistol" etcetera and etcetera.

I won't do that and, frankly, I found that travel too uninteresting to even add it to my personal memoirs, I am sure all will know it by now if the reader has ever read something else about the Vullscat's or a Imperial book detailing the most recent and extraordinary events that have occurred in the Warp.

Editor's Note: What Crae is referring to here is the infamous "Battle at the future's hells", the Tear's made one of the boldest and largest Void jumps that has ever been registered on Imperial Records, approximately traveling 27 different systems and galaxy regions in the span of two Materium days, but that took years on the Warp for every traveler that had the misfortune of witnessing and living it. Product of the long perilous journey, Daemons and one Greater Daemon of rot manifested themselves onboard of the ship, initiating a battle with the human cohort of the Tears that saw the death of 3/4ths of the crew, only managing to survive a few deck officers, Crae, his Seneschal Gertie and a Ecclesiarchy priest that would later on abandon their religion and live a life of a farmer until their final days in an Agri-World never getting over the horrors that they experienced in the ship. In addendum to that already incredible story of survival, it is believed Crae and his crew saw one of the many possible futures of the Imperium of Mankind but the man has been too stupid, or stubborn, to recollect any of what he saw on the voyage and the event is never recalled again in his memoirs; in consequence, all of what is left of that bold journey through the Immaterium are the broken recollections of now atheist former member of the Imperial Truth and the half truths of the Vullscat Seneschal, that has vowed themselves to not reveal anything and carry the knowledge to their deaths.

Whenever me and the five...ten....twenty crew members that had survived the journey exited the grasps of the Warp the Emperor blessed me and my luck once again by finding Isolde ship just as they were making the preparations for a Void jump. I immediately broadcasted to them of my arrival and the most urgent of requests to have the opportunity of seeing Isolde once again. Also because we were so short on staff I requested (begged if I have to be honest) for some of their serfs and servitors to be borrowed by the Tears as we explored nearby planets to recruit some more that could fill the ranks that had been vacant since the flesh of my previous comrades was still fresh in the walls, ceilings and apparatus of the command ship. Luckily the Ship throne had been left intact, if one could see past the Chaos corruption that had impregnated the artifact and the never-ending whispers that would stain my personal command chair for years to come; my only consolation to that fact is that the voices have passed the point of convincing me to commit suicide or submit to dark powers to just feel pity for me and start complaining about all the noise my inner voice makes whenever I am using the throne.

The ships made contact again, the ports between the two spread out so the bridges collided and the Marines formed a line like they had done in the past, standard stuff that had honestly wore off it's might once I had realized it would be a custom that would repeat every single bloody time I made contact with an Adeptus Astartes ship....fun.

As I slipped pass the Marines of the area, giving them the big ol' "I know your boss, let me through" management speech, my feet carried me to the entrance of Isolde room, I just needed to knock and let my presence be known to her. Or, well, more like letting her know I was already there, she would've been kinda told about my general arrival there taking into account I was seemingly the only human being that willingly wanted to see her in the entire ship, red flags? Pfft nah, that was a gift. So there I was, knocking three times and taking a little step back as you do your first time asking someone out, like in college or your average Astra Progenium halls just to get rejected by Margarett you fucking imbecile that had the balls to dare not take my hand to the ball and instead take BLOODY JONATHAN AND HIS SHITTY STUPID WIG-.

Like I was writing before, I knocked three times and nervously awaited for her to arrive, with her loud footsteps getting closer and closer to the door, holding tightly the little piece of paper where I had written my notes to not just stare at her with big eyes and nothing else; the moment finally arrived when the metallic door slid open and her gorgeous visage appeared in front of me only dressed with a simple robe having hanged her armor on one of the far ends of her chambers. She raised one of her eyebrows, most likely expecting me to explain what I was doing there when this sudden and very rare shyness took over my entire body. One I had never felt before, not even the first time I held hands with Margarett and confessed my love only for her to just refuse it and talk about sweet precious Jonathan having conquered her heart and soul and the prospect of getting married to that asshole that most likely cheated on her ass as it was the obvious thing he was going to do it was so Emperor's damm obvious he was just a playboy out to get her SON OF A BITCH.

Editors note: We have purposely jumped to the end of the page and audio log to spare the dear readers and listeners from the ramblings of a man that hadn't gotten over a breakup that had occurred ten years ago.

Minutes passed as Isolde kept looking at the nervous fragile tiny little me stuttering to get a word in after constantly checking my notes over conversation starters until I blurted out just before her hand could reach the door switch

"My fair lady Isolde, I have humbly cum-come to your chambers to ask of you if your highness could...perhaps...maybe" I tried to articulate as best as I could fidgeting with my fingers "Go out with me" "What use would it be to visit the decks of the ship?" Isolde asked, always the pure innocent beautiful lady "No, I uh, no I wasn't referring to literally cu-cOME outside to the hallways, I meant leaving the ship to go out into the planet we have landed on...the two of us...alone....to distract ourselves from the voyage and whatever may be troubling our souls...and...minds..."

If I had to compare my starter to those I have done before and after that day had passed, or if I had to be brutally honest with myself a Rattling high on the most wildest and spicy combination of banned drugs across the Imperium could had gotten their point across faster and efficiently than whatever had just spill out of my mouth that moment. Luckily Isolde does not remember that, she has told me she just recalls how nervous I was and how "adorable" my mumbling sounded; which credit where credit is due, I prefer she reminisces about that moment qualifying me as cute rather than an idiot.

Isolde only laughed at my comment, genuinely having fun with my stupid stuttering and confusing words, I giggled awkwardly to not make the moment worse for my reputation and extended my hand out to her as too symbolize my intentions of walking out of there with her. It would had been a good gesture, really it would've, if not by the fact my hand barely reached hers and I had to walk on my tiptoes if I wished to maintain that gesture all the way to one of her ships shuttles. My physique didn't last that long holding on to her hand, I got tired and dislocated my arm after the third step as she waved me around making my tiny little bone have a panic attack inside of me and popped out of it's intended position; I pretended that nothing had happened and excused myself as I went to a corner and bashed my arm against the wall to forcefully pop the bone right into it's original place; I screamed out of pain whenever that idiotic plan to fix that situation worked, I never told it to anyone but my arm spent months healing itself afterwards and still today whenever I move my arm I can see the bone making contact with my skin...at least it's a funny thing to brag about in parties now whenever I am drunk.

Anyways with or without my arm hurting like the seven hells of the Warp (don't look at their eyes Crae...don't remember their eyes...) we made it to one of the bigger shuttles that actually fit her large frame while leaving me feeling small, my feet were left dangling from the seat whenever I took one of the chairs close to Isolde (for comfort, of course), the only thought that crossed my mind at that point is how the emergency straps would protect Isolde quite efficiently if anything happened but wouldn't even manage to keep me on the chair as my frame was so little I could literally pass my arms and entire body between the bars with no problem whatsoever. I shook that feeling out of my mind as Isolde sighed next to me and looked down at my frame with a gaze I couldn't guess what it could've meant, but looked like if a lion or some hunting animal had their sights on me, weirdly enough.

"So...where are we going?" She finally broke the silence "We arrrrre going toooooo land in..." I mumbled as my finger passed through different name locations on the screen "Domecracka....! It has good drinks, there's a review saying their dishes are not totally disgusting and a restaurant critic just gave it three stars by the ambience alone! Perfect place to spend a good time" "And what we will do there, Sir Crae?" Isolde spoke so gently I felt like I was in the clouds "Why, dance of course! And drink too, maybe sing a few songs if we are lucky and the booths are empty today" I pressed the destination and the shuttle departed from the ship towards the planet surface "What are these activities you speak of? Is there blood to be spilled?" The lady looked down at her sword "Not at all, there we will just be able to sit back and enjoy a cold one while listening to some tunes and talk about-" I looked down at my hand where I had scribbled some prompts "Life in general!" "Huh, it will be a calm battlefield then" She murmured "Uh I think if you take battle out of that word you would be right on the money" I chuckled "What money?" "Well this is gonna be a long date..." I whispered and leaned back on the chair, seeing through one of the shuttle windows how we were about to do planetfall

I will never forget the look of awe in the face of Isolde whenever we exited the shuttle and stood in front of the big pub before us. It is what I like to remember of that first time, not the weird looks the pedestrian around gave us when passing by our side. I waved my hand to invite her to go inside, rambling on about how she was going to enjoy this and how it was now some time strictly for us; it was my way to tell her I hoped nobody, not her "battle-brothers" or serfs, would disturb us by sending messages or Vox audios through her communication systems or anything of the sort, but Isolde took that rambling quite literally when she threw her helmet out to one of the servitors at the entrance of the inn and told them to keep it until she returned for it. I simply shrugged and smiled, she looked completely out of her field there, which was a good thing, it meant she was trying new stuff.

We searched for a seat in sight of the dance floor and where the roof wasn't too low so she could actually sit comfortably. Once again there were a couple of stares headed our way from other patrons, who had most likely never seen someone like Isolde anywhere near those places. She wasn't paying attention to them however, she was looking straight at me, to how I moved, when I ordered some light beverages to kickstart the whole conversation, when I made her look around to see our surroundings and define with sights what a "pub" was and what people usually did there; she was just soaking everything up, listening attentively to everything I was saying, her head was hung low on the table to look at me better. I...I felt seen, I felt someone was paying attention to my ramblings and my words for the first time in perhaps my entire life. Gertie and the crew had their own ways to block out my words and interpret what I wanted to say, but Isolde was listening to all of the words that were coming out of my mouth, no matter how much I jumped from topic to topic.

She didn't say much at first, taking a much more passive role only listening and doing some sounds for me to understand she was still paying attention to me. I rambled on and on about my adventures, then when that had dried up I said a couple of things about the stuff I was wearing or the cargo back in the ship, I even spoke about where I had gotten the Tears and why I had named it that way. Just blurting out anything I had in my mind, anything that could be counted as topics. Isolde was just present, listening, silent, hooked. When the first row of drinks arrived at our table I realized how much I had been talking, I hadn't even given her the chance of speaking up, of commenting something by herself; I cursed when the reality settled in, I had been dumber than an Ogryn and more rude than a commissar that whole time.

"I...uh....sorry for speaking too much I-I...was so excited to be here with you that...um..." I looked downwards, ashamed of my actions "I was listening" She bluntly spoke up, leaning her head against her arms "Yeah but I didn't let you have a go at speaking to me" I coughed to clear my throat "But...I don't have anything to say, your stories are interesting, captivating" She placed a finger on her cheek "Well...you can say stuff, like whatever you want! This doesn't have to be an interrogation or anything of the sort, you know? In here you can just...talk" "What do you mean just talk? Like I don't have to wait for my turn?" Her eyes lightened up "Yeah, you can just...go to town with it!" I smiled "But how can I-" "Like this" I interrupted abruptly, making her eyes open widely "You just-" She pointed at me "I did" "Stop...stop tha-" "Interrupt me" I teased, smirking" "I-I will-!" "Too slow" "Well you aren't talking mu-" "Did it again" I leaned back in my chair as sassy as I could "I'll punch y-" Her cheeks went red "Nah, you won't" "I wi-!" "You won't!" I pointed a finger at her "Yes I w-" "Nuh uh" "Yuh uh!" I almost fell off my chair at that tender moment "Nuh-" "I will!" Her smile widened as she interrupted me "Hah! I did it" "Pfft that? That was just lu-" I smiled when I saw her opening her mouth again "Nope!" Now it was Isolde turn to have a smug smile "It wasn't" "Alri-" "Nah!!" She giggled "Excuse m-?" I pretended to act all offended

We kept on going with the banter for a few minutes, that little game between us, some little space where I felt like a kid making friends again; like if for a while the space surrounding us had faded into the background, I could only hear her voice, she could only hear mine. We were two little stars on a void of endless war and suffering, two laughs between sobs and oaths of vengeance. It was what I wanted to make possible for once in my life, just once, I felt I had a normal life.

"Okay okay...tell me something about yourself now" I wiped a tear out of my face "What is there to say? I serve the Emperor and-" "Uuuuuuuuuuuuugh boooooring" I dragged out the words and rolled my eyes back "Well what am I supposed to say!?!?" She giggled, offended "I don't know your...your brothers! Or your dad, tell me something about them" I shrugged "Well...." Isolde thought for a moment "I used to watch the older Dark Angels train with their swords and plasma rifles...I held my first weapon at, Emperor when was it? I was five?" "Alright, alright we are making some advances, that's good" I took a swig out of my glass "Now tell me something that doesn't include training or killing" "Wha-you just banned half of my life there!" She pouted "Well then fucking tell me about the half I didn't ban!" "My dad used to take me and my brother out for a walk in every single forest we ran into when he was on war campaigns" Isolde drank from her own cup and with the tip of her fingers she made little circles on the edges of the cup "I always got impatient and ran off ahead of them so they could hurry up" "You weren't too much of a fan to look at the scenery?" "No, no I was; just that Leon and dad always walked slower and got on my nerves" Isolde chuckled "Damm, that's an interesting name for a child" Crae pointed out as he grabbed his glass and was about to drink from it "It sounds almost like the Primarch" "Of course it does, Lion named him and mom named m-"

Isolde didn't got to finish the phrase before I spat all of the drink I had in my mouth to the robes of Isolde. My face turned pale, holy fucking shitting Emperor's dick Isolde was the daughter of a fucking PRIMARCH and I was about to propose HAVING SEX with her after hanging out ON A DATE. I couldn't believe it, I couldn't begin to imagine how fucked I was at that moment if I didn't immediately stand up and get the fuck out of there before it was too late and I screwed it up even more than what I already was.

Meanwhile Isolde had opened her eyes widely and looked down at her, now slightly wet, robe. She probably didn't realize what had just happened, what hanging out with me at that moment really meant, hell I wasn't even sure she could understand what that whole date was trying to imply. She had just been spit on by the man that had just made her say a good fond memory. I had to fix that too before she ripped my head off from a single punch.

"Oh for the love of all the Saints I am so sorry Lady Isolde, Mistress Isolde, venerable daughter of all that is pure and holy-" My voice began to break as I grabbed a towel and tried to help her "It-it-it's okay Crae, don't-" Isolde blinked twice "Oh sweet lady of the Angels of the Emperor I ask for your forgiveness on my intrusion of your sacred body in this terrible hour, I plead for my life if it isn't too late already, I don't have kids or a wife at home to feed but I have a little bird named Pidgey that would get mad at me if I don't return to pet it-" I began to ramble out of sheer panic, it didn't help that some of the beer had fallen on her chest area...that I was now touching "What are you talking about!?!?! Why did you change your mannerisms all of the sudden?!?!?" I think she genuinely began to worry that my brain had just collapsed inside of my head, or that I had gone mad "I-I-I....you are the daughter of a Primarch and I just got you to a bar that isn't even the best one there is around here that has some scumbags and mercenaries around oh fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-" My head was spinning, heart was beating faster, I had what the kids call a nervous breakdown "Crae.....Crae......" Isolde looked directly at my eyes as I was still trying to make things right "I'm fucked I'm fucked I'm fucked I'm fucked I'm fucked I'm fucked I'm fucked I'm fucked-" At this point of the story I don't have any words to add, just read how nervous I was for fuck sake "Crae...I am not my father and I know where I am" Isolde spoke calmly, lifting my chin to look at her directly "I don't wanna be judged by the High Lords of Terra for treason and wanting to sleep with a Primarch's daughter I swear I just thought you were a mutant of some sorts that was just big or that the abuse of drugs throughout my younger years started to affect my perception of reality-" I was shivering

Just like our last meeting, Isolde stood up and lifted me up by the arms to her eye level, my feet were dangling in the air flailing about, my arms went limp to the sides and my eyes stared right at Isolde's. The always confident and totally cool with the ladies Crae Vullscat had been reduced to a mumbling shivering scared nervous fucking mess, not even the most retarded of Orks or intelligent amongst the Ogryns could had ever done justice or come close to the amount of shame I was irradiating from my body movements right about then. Twenty year old me would've shot himself if he had seen me at that moment. Hell even fifty year old present me would had shot myself a couple of times at that moment.

The gesture got it's results though, as my heart rate slowly went down and I took quick and shaky deep breaths to calm myself, Isolde stared at me throughout the whole endeavor like a mother looks at it's problematic child whenever they throw a fit. If I didn't care that other's were watching now I may had been able to notice how everyone including the bartender and a guy that was being shank in the corner of the inn were with their jaws stuck to the floor. As my brain connected itself again to my body, the initial fear was slowly replaced by....pride; fuck yeah I had invited a daughter of a Primarch to go on a date! I had all the charisma on the world to do it! It was coming out great actually, so why didn't the whole universe just suck it up? I was going to do the unthinkable, the stuff legends were made out of! I was going to go absolutely into town with her, might as well just have the roughest, meanest, wildest sex no human had ever gotten with a Primarch descendant and record it firmly in my brain so every detail, thrust, bite, nimble, tit squeeze, suck of my cock, a little bit of biting or choking the hell out of me could be forever in my mind to retell with the outmost detail as possible! I wanted to shout now, to howl in victory, I didn't need to go on dates and fail at them miserably because everyone just considered me a sex toy to explore and sink their little cucks into so they could suck the life out of me and only please themselves while I was left to bear the scars alone of a full life without any kind of sexual gratification and only receiving the low ends of my entire existence just so years later I could reflect I had been used and discarded time and time again until my perception of love had been completely altered and shattered because of my heavy past experiences with manipulative fucks.

Editor's note: To preserve his memoirs as intact as possible, we as editors had to include this and not censor any of the raw thoughts that bubbled to the surface. Just to show the man beyond the smiles, as a team we are not ashamed to show his reality.

Where....where did I had left the story again? Oh...yeah the excitement.

"I...you can put me down now, I'm better" I stuttered ever so slightly "You sure there are no more panic attacks or weird spacing out?" Isolde asked sincerely "I'm...sure" I blinked as she delicately placed me again on the ground, coughing awkwardly

I returned to my own chair in silence, looking down at the beer and just chugging it all down before asking for another round, to hell with it, I was just going to let it all flow just like I was doing it before. With the dizziness of the drink still in effect, I told Isolde to continue with her stories and after a moment of hesitation she did just that, telling me about her youth with her dad, the Lion no less, and her brother, the places she had visited and how closely they all were. A big family, with a big heart as well, they all seemed to get along fine and dandy; which inadvertently lead down to the one topic I didn't want to be on the receiving end of.

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"So...how was your childhood? What adventures did you have?" She leaned forward, ready to listen "Well...fine...normal like any other. I just stick to go into the Schola where I could learn a few things of the trade and then returned to command the ship that I have ow" I evaded details like the plague "Oh come on I know there must be something else! I just told you mine!" Isolde flustered her eyes, much to my dismay "My little sister always tried to kill me, I just remember us playing with knives as kids and her taking it so seriously" I shrugged "She did what?" Her face turned to a scowl "Yeah, I was the heir like all firstborn children are, so that was honestly almost expected of her" "And your father just rolled with that?" She raised an eyebrow "He couldn't, he was dead" I sighed and stared at my half empty glass "What...?" Her expression changed again "Yeah...the inquisition got him by the time I was ten...I never really had too much of a connection with him, but that's what got me to the Progenium so early in life...my mom didn't had the resources for her t manage the wealth of the Vullscat's because my dad obviously didn't left a will for those things, so I was the heir until I could claim that right" "How was the Schola?" That dreadful question finally came

I stood there in silence for a minute, pondering what to say. Nobody, not even me, wanted to hear how a kid was bullied by their entire class because of the suspicions that had killed his dad, neither nobody wanted to touch or kiss a "tainted" by the Chaos creature like me except for that...woman. For whom I own "growing up so fast" at my late childhood and early teen years. I knew that nobody would believe anyways that a Sister of Silence touched by Slaneesh would ever hide amongst the ranks of the officers of a institution so important like the Schola Progenium and "punish" that child for the sins of his father. Dooming his innocence by her touch forever...

"It was...what I needed to survive" I said in a whisper as to not break down into tears "You don't have to tell me" Isolde placed a hand on mine "Thank you" I looked up at her, my eyes were wet. That touch meant everything, she wouldn't realize it until years later

I wiped the tears off from my face with the sleeve of my uniform, pushing the memories to the back of my head sighing, she didn't need to know, I couldn't spoil something like that, tell her those things on the first serious date I had with her; who would ever get a second date after dropping a bomb on them like that? Nobody, that's who, nobody.

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Some time passed, unknown to me, I couldn't calculate it then and I still have troubles to do it now, I just remember the music blaring behind us, inviting daring couples to join the dance floor. That was enough to snap out from the mind hellhole I had sank into; I looked up at Isolde, who was still quiet out of respect for the nerve she had inadvertently touched by her last question, and took one of her hands and squeezed it; the faint joys of being around her returning once more to my head.

"Have you ever danced before?" I asked shaking her hands "Yes, I have, sword fighting-" Isolde blinked "Not that....dancing! You know, moving your body to the beat of the music and just closing your eyes and letting the flow get to ya?" I nodded "Oh like chanting of the veterans when they pray to the Emperor?" "....You don't know how to dance...okay let's go" I stood up from the chair and walked over to her, offering a hand "Where?" She giggled "To teach you how to dance, just follow me"

Switching to the arm I hadn't broke yet because of her "handle" of my wobbly human body, I carried her to the center of the inn, everyone watched but I didn't care, Isolde did though when she nervously chuckled and looked around; that facade of formality was completely gone, we couldn't go back to it even if we tried, there was something so unique about it all, it was a change indescribable but real, I felt it, she did too, I like to believe. The trance of her form and eyes had distracted me from the obvious height difference that impede us from forming a true duet; that sucked. So close yet so far from teaching her how to enjoy one of the most beautiful things of being alive and to be human. I couldn't allow it from separating us.

"Now what...?" She noticed our problem too, kneeing to be at my level "No no, don't do that, you can't truly feel like dancing that way...uh...one second" I raised a finger and smirked

I had watched one of the big burly boys that the local planetary system had for their defenses the moment I entered the bar, at first thinking they'll be intimidating but now some other ideas were running through my mind. I ran towards them, all cocky and sure of myself, tapped their shoulder and began to use my charming personality and the privileges of having someone bigger than him behind me as a backup.

"Oi you" I raised both of my eyebrows "What ye want" He looked down on me "I need you for something, how much you charge for the hour" It wasn't a question, I was demanding "Heh heh heh, ye drunk lad, go bother someone else" The big chunky motherfucker thought that would be enough to sway me "Look that's alright, I'll go bother that tall lady...see her? She's bigger than you and right about now she's my friend. You want me to call her here so she can ask you the same question?" I pointed at Isolde, that froze in place at the sight of being pointed at "Twenty" The man spat on the ground "Well that's not so ba-" I shrugged "Thousand credits, or beer for a year here" The big boi laughed at me, actually thinking I hadn't heard that tactic before "How about two hundred thousand big guy" I smirked

The fool didn't even let me finish the thought, just grumbled and stood up. I smiled and we walked back to where Isolde as. She was completely stunned at the sight of someone joining us, like a dandry lizard on the headlights of a roadsounder. I waved my hand in front of her to signal everything was okay, then I shifted my attention to the big guy and pointed to the ground.

"Right, sit, I need to get in your shoulders" "Ye wha-?" He started to protest "Ah, ah, ah" I shook my finger "What about your money?" "Ugh...fimsddskfine" He mumbled and sat on the ground

With the skill honed by a thousand ship boardings I jumped elegantly onto the shoulders of the man and nodded, he lifted me up with all his strengths holding me tightly by the legs; then once I had my point of balance in order I moved my left leg slightly so the man repeated the motion and took a step forward, then I did the same with the right leg and once again the man copied my moves. That is where the fun truly began.

"Isolde...I need you to take my hands" I extended my limbs towards her, trying to keep balance "Crae this is-" Isolde hadn't stopped laughing since she guessed what I was about to do, holding her belly "Just do it!" I said chuckling

Once our fingers were intertwined the lesson truly began. I instructed her that at the sound of the beat she needed to move to one side, then the other, then to the first position once again, then do a spin and so on and so forth. She slowly caught up to my instructions, her body prepared for a thousand techniques and combat stances slowly shook those learnt steps off and started to just improvise, be free on the movements of her heart and soul, soon Isolde was just a blur of white and blue; dancing around me and the guy who could barely keep up with her much to my fucking dismay. Such a beautiful moment I was catching just glimpses of because the fucker with the big belly wasn't moving at her rhythm.

"Keep up with her come on!" I grunted in frustration "OI SHE MOVES TOO FA-" "I DO NOT GIVE A SHIT, YOU MOVE WITH HER, AT HER PACE OR I SWEAR TO THE EMPEROR AND MY ANCESTORS THAT I WILL BREAK YOUR LEGS AND THEN USE YOUR WOBBLY CHUBBY CORPSE TO FEED MY CREW FOR AN ENTIRE FUCKING YEAR SO THEN YOUR CARCASS CAN BE IMPALED ON THE TOP OF MY SHIP AND USED AS A FLAG FOR ALL THE WARP ENTITIES TO SEE YOUR MISERABLE PILE OF SHIT-!" I couldn't explain exactly if I said that out of frustration or I was already too enthusiastic with Isolda to say anything else

The man just stood there silently, seemingly taking the offense very close to his chest; he kept up with the best pace he could, but the lady being a holy beautiful blessed being as just she could be, Isolde was too fast even at his best efforts. I was losing time, tempo and the opportunity to be with her. I grunted and decided to go for one of the most craziest things I had ever done...

"Isolde....catch me!" "Wha-!?!?" She couldn't go further than that when I suddenly jumped out of the arms of the man to land into her chest "What are you doing!?!?" "Just imagine I can touch the ground....! Keep going!"

Isolde hesitated at first, but then kept going. I moved like a rag doll in her arms, holding tightly to not accidentally be launched straight into a wall and turn to "Shait'e Cremieré" on contact with it; but soon enough I managed to intertwine one hand with her and then the other, squeezing her. She understood the assignment and soon enough she was holding me by the waist with one hand and with the other we were holding each other. It was like a balls...if one partner was much larger than the other one that had their feet comically dangling. We locked eyes, we shared laughs and giggles over how silly this whole situation was; under that light, the disco ball reflecting colors unto the dance floor and her face, did I saw her for all of her beauty and heart.

Those once I believed white hair showed it's true colors, I saw it blonde, her beautiful silky smooth hair looked like the sun I always wanted to see whenever I woke up to in the mornings, those two pearls for eyes she had were all the treasures I wished to have and never let go of, that strong tight grip in her hands was what I wanted to pin me in bed whenever we would love each other. I died that day, I died in those warm, squishy, beautiful, comfortable arms of hers. I would go there, write about it, talk about it and return to that moment each and every second of the rest of my life. Those precious minutes I wanted to savor and save in a bottle to never lose them.

I never will, for as long as I live, forget my first dance with my wife.

The music faded, the laughter subsided and gave way for the realization, she stopped moving and I was left there, hanging from her arms, held dearly in them. I lifted my hand with care towards her cheek, caressing it. I coughed to clear my throat and then I delivered what I think were the words that finally showed I was at her mercy forever more.

"Will you lend me the honor and privilege...of kissing you, Isolde?" "You may, Sir Crae" She replied, sweetly.

Editor's note: For as lovely as Crae describes in the next sentences this kiss, footage of that night shows it was everything but ordered and tender. In the personal opinion of the editor, it was messy and sexily unhinged as all hell.

Our lips touched like two puzzle pieces meant to compliment each other, I felt my lips slowly depart as her tongue introduced itself on my mouth, to be fair and not romantic at all I almost choked on it, really, when someone is big in height everything else is big as well so her tongue was already having difficulties to go in my mouth, could you imagine, whoever the heck is reading this, her just pushing a little harder inside of my mouth? If it wasn't for the heat of the moment I would've been trying to stop her before she choked me to death with her tongue. But as a gentleman, I resisted the temptation to stop her, only lightly pushing her so Isolde could get the idea.

Editor's note: The kiss involved their tongues, a lot of saliva, Crae in fact CHOKING for a couple of seconds, inhaling deeply and going again repeating the motion in a morbid yet fascinating display of endurance.

From there I don't know how did we got a room for ourselves, hell I don't remember how we even fit the key in their respective hole when opening the door as we were focused on each other. For not kissing never before in her life and never having these kinds of human connections, I gotta admit Isolde really was a beast on the department of giving kisses even before we practiced how to do less than messy ones after the fact. However what we did not accounted for due to her inexperience was....the intimate moments of having sex.

"Take your robe off..." I panted as I took my shirt off in one single motion "What?" She caught her breath "Yeah your clothes, we-w-we...I mean I thought we were gonna-" I left the phrase hanging "Going to do what?" That....that was a genuine question of hers "Sex? Intercourse...some people call it the horny time or hanky panky-" "Don't ever say those words again" "....Yup that was weird" I scratched the back of my head, what an idiot "How do we manage to do...sex?" She said the word like if it was in another completely different language "With our clothes off" "Then how would we....defend ourselves?" "Pffft from what?!?!?" I was trying really hard to not laugh at her innocence "If an enemy attacks...?" She implied it was so obvious "Nobody is going to attack you here Isolde, trust me" "You would protect me?" She arched an eyebrow "Well I always come ready with one envelope just in case" "You put your sword in an envelope?" "Oh yeah...." "Wouldn't it be too big to fit in it?" "Somehow I make it work" "You gotta teach m-" "Oh my Emperor you were referring to a real sword..." The realization dawning on me made me giggle for a second before biting my lower lip

There was an awkward silence that followed me almost falling from the bed after she had ever so innocently not catch the double meaning of our conversation at all....it felt too cruel to spell it out for her at the moment, it would ruin both the fun and the otherwise pretty intimate moment we were having there. Beneath all of the smirks and jokes I was still a bit afraid that the worries of Gertie and the rest about...what could happen if I actually went through with it was not the most comforting thought ever but I got rid of those thoughts when I thought of Isolde; this was going to be her first time, I had to at least make it good.

It was weird, not starting or anything of the sorts, she herself was fine, very fine, perhaps too perfect under the robes that had held her visage hidden from me. It reminded me of those old Terran books in which Xenos beyond human comprehension told some very scared humans to "not be afraid" as if seeing a ball of eyes and wings descending on them wasn't excuse enough to be afraid and pull out a bolter to start blasting. That same feeling was what I felt at the moment of seeing her naked body and her boobs; I could've cried from the happiness of knowing I was the first man seeing them but I controlled myself just in time.

I am pretty sure her amusement and awe grew too when she saw my cock though; I don't mean to brag but there was a reason I had said before I was the victim of a lot of advantages and usage of my body for purely political and ethical reasons in the past. Oh yeah, a lotta people had used my private parts to get what they wanted out of me and then discard me....what a great fucking thing to brag about I'll stop now.

Editor's note: Not commenting on if the dick measurement was true or not, this editor sincerely adds that from now on those self degrading commentaries about himself will. be censored and not included, both for the readers immersion in Crae tales and to keep a bit of his honor and figure

First impressions aside, it took a while for us to exactly get how....the events were going to play out, due to a quick study of the situation of our differences in....height tolf us pretty quickly we were gonna have problems on that department. Sure nowadays we can do it no problem knowing the ways and limits of one another, but for our first time things weren't so...clear. To make our story short and spare the details of embarrassing attempts, I asked as gently as I could for Isolde to relax and lay in bed, slightly spreading her legs and stay in that position. I aimed, like that, to please her first and then see if I could had some too, rubbing circles with my fingers around her lips to make the flow more bearable and quickly set the mood for her.Isolde responded with some faint but pretty indicative moans, telling me I was headed the right way, even when it was hard for me to tell taking into account it was almost as big as my bloody mouth.

We went well for the first couple of minutes, carrying the process slowly but gently, once my fingers were wet enough I introduced two of them, gently once again, into her insides. Isolde moved around somewhat but still managed to enjoy more than think in what we were doing. Feeling bold I made the one mistake that would end this whole chapter of our relationship in a comical yet still fond way. You see I must have triggered some fight or flight response, particularly the first part of that response, when I placed my head and lips directly on Isolde pussy; to make it "special" I thought in not telling her about this, to make the sensations surprise her in the best of ways.

Little did I know that as soon as she felt my tongue inside of her, her left leg went up to the sky, shook for one second and then came down crashing against my head. The impact made my body bounce off from the bed and down I went to the floor, managing to hear in my last second of consciousness: "Crae....? Crae???? OH BY THE EMPEROR CRA-!"

[jeoneffext]

starboy / rider!cyno

- an au, short imagines with sport motor rider cyno as your boyfriend.

(credits goes to the artist!)

( play to match the moment)

- having a boyfriend who has another baby (his motor) is hard, he spent most of his time on it, and you’re a little jealous sometimes. (just a little)

- his motorbike has a name! he named it ‘Anubis’, he just think it matches well with its color palette, a gray-black with purple stripes on the side of the seat.

- cyno sometimes invites you to ride over his motorbike, you couldn’t help but be scared because there’s one time where you almost fell when you were just about to sit on it.

- rider cyno brought you places, mostly he would take you at the beach, and you two would watch the sunset together <3

- matching leather jackets, black jeans, and boots with him!! you two are like a couple the came straight out from a novel.

- cyno sometimes teaches you how to ride a motor, but you scared ass is even afraid to hold the hand clutch

- sometimes invites over his best bros for a motor ride, sometimes a dare has made that the four of them should race, the one that wins gets to ride one of each other’s motors, and paubusan ng gas HAHAHAHAHA

- cyno’s best bros at motor racing are alhaitham, tighnari, and kaveh! they are the so called sumeru boys for being famous to win every motor races. and for being illegally handsome too.

- there’s this old story of yours when you met them four, you first had took liking on his best friend alhaitham instead of him, when he finds out about this when you two are in a relationship, boy he was pissed and wants to kick alhaitham’s motor and throw it down the hill. thankfully he didn’t cause he was about to.

- (special mention) his brother xiao, would also join you two, you often mistaken xiao as cyno cause they have the same height with same attitudes. (also both of them are generals) there’s one time you completely mistaken the green haired as your boyfriend when he was sitting on his motor bike, hopping on it, boy the xiao was taken aback, the moment you looked at his eyes, it’s over. THAT AINT YOUR DAMN BOYFRIEND

- this is the best one, you always are present on his motorcycle races, cheering so loudly for your boyfriend everytime he appears in the scene, you could immediately recognized him from his aura and silver haired.

- he always win on any races, and you’re his number one fan!

(your imaginations lead if you want this sunrise, sunset, or late at midnight)

Cyno hand clutches on the motor clutch, his body sitting on his motor bike as he waits for you to finish wearing your helmet. The man only looks at you struggling to clip your helmet, in which he offers help. A satisfied sigh escapes your mouth when he fixed your helmet.

“Ready baby?” His deep voice distracting you every time, you excitedly hop on his back, always the same thing, same matching black outfits and helmet.

Cyno starts to insert the engine, earning a loud exhaust noise from Anubis, his big black boots goes over to the starter pedal, the motor bike starts to create “vroom” sound as always. And as a excited girlfriend you are, always hugs him from behind as he drives.

“Hold tight.” His voice demanding you to stay still. Your head resting on his back he drives away, faster as always.

Sometimes this man over speeds that you have to warn him or else he will be pulled over by some random traffic enforcer. But when rides with you, he knows how to limit it, cause he knows you don’t like it.

“Cyno. Don’t overspeed.”

“Don’t call me by my name, I am not Cyno, I am your baby.” Cyno said while his eyes focused on the road, tightening on the clutch, you could only chuckle at his words.

“Anubis ain’t gonna like this.”

“Right. Now please call me baby.”

“Focus on the road!”

This is how you two spend your quality time together. For the rest of your life.

[mintyisms]

MacDoesIt Starters

taken from random videos

"Go do something else. Damn, just let me murder in peace!"

"I lost my clothes in a crypto bet last night."

"I was literally just wearing an entire Ravenclaw pajama set that I got for Christmas last year because apparently people think I'm way more into Harry Potter than I actually am."

"I'm too sexy for therapy. Therapists can't handle this much sex. My sexiness is too sexy for mental health."

"Our connection has just been really lost over the past years, and I just don't understand why my trust is just gone, and I don't feel like I can tell you the truth anymore."

"Oh, you want me to spend money? Hahaha. No thank you."

"I know the freaks come out at night, girl, and I don't want to be one of them."

"I just wanna make a house and be cute. The American dream!"

"Why just cry at home when you're not invited to the party when you can just force yourself in?"

"Who needs real life when you have delusion?"

"Someone that dresses like this for Halloween is the type of person that thinks drinking White Claws is a hobby."

"Weed? What? No, I'm sorry, I believe in Jesus."

"I feel like I look terrifying in the worst way possible."

"Don't gatekeep me right now. I'm just trying to have fun. Let me enjoy myself, okay?"

"There are things you can do on the internet to get things you need. Because it's the internet."

"I already forgot what song I was singing."

"Am I stalling because I'm scared? Maybe."

"Do it one more time. Do it again, please. One more time for the family, please? One more time for the kids? Can you do it for the kids? Do it for Obama?"

"I didn't even wanna go to prom with you in the first place. I was just asking because I was being nice."

"All you need in life is someone that knows how to work wires and then suddenly your cat will come back to you."

"Have you seen those Furby snake things? Who though that was okay?"

"I'm afraid of everybody who has ever invested in a Furby."

"It knows what it's going to eat for dinner tonight, and it's me."

"Who needs to spend millions of dollars recreating Squid Game when you could watch a guy with a couple thousand dollars in his bank account scream at a Furby instead?"

"I don't think I should be saying the word abort around children. Is that not allowed? Honestly, probably not in this political climate."

"My niece does not like me."

"I probably shouldn't be calling a baby a bitch."

"You sound like a drunk toddler who can sing."

"The world is dying and ya'll still going to the beach."

"Yes, I did take an edible and watch a bunch of performance art videos."

[uselesslexbian]

the battle of the labyrinth by rick riordan sentence starters.

it's not a date!

not even my luck could be this bad.

i didn't get your full name last time when you tried to kill me.

you called me a mortal. like you're not.

tell me. you know what it means. all these horrible things i see?

for years i thought i was going crazy. i couldn't tell anybody.

i'm not a monster.

you don't need that. how about a kiss instead?

such a pretty little blade. what a shame it stands between us.

it would be merciful to end your life now, before you have to see that.

what did you do this time?

i'll make up some story. i'll tell them it wasn't your fault.

she's kind of cute.

promise not to kill me if i put my sword away?

i'm talking about justice. vengeance.

you will learn differently as you get older.

do you want revenge or not?

he was driven insane. he didn't die.

your armor is crooked.

we're fine. we fell in a hole.

there will be no killing today.

i don't fear you.

are you going to help me or not?

don't tell me you're scared.

you don't understand anything. i'm never going in there again.

we've had plenty of problems before, and we solved them.

you wanted power. i gave you that.

i told you not to disturb me.

you know my heart belongs to you.

you're in charge now. all the decisions are on your shoulders. that's what you wanted, isn't it?

i didn't think you liked heroes.

didn't you try to kill him, like, a lot of times?

getting something and having the wits to use it... those are two different things.

if you thought your first imprisonment was unbearable, you have yet to feel true torment.

demigods are cheaters.

i have nothing to offer. i have lost everything.

you should sleep.

how about i take first watch? i'll wake you if anything happens.

my friends are in danger.

you pick fights for no good reason.

i was hoping you would give up.

you have to forgive. you have to promise me this.

you should not fear power. use it.

some of us... the way we learn not to trust people is even more painful.

no. i'm not leaving you.

do you support the gods because they are good, or because they're your family?

be careful of love. it'll twist your brain around and leave you thinking up is down and right is wrong.

you could stay with me. i'm afraid that is the only way you could help me.

we thought you were dead.

you are the single most annoying person i have ever met.

she will calm down. she's jealous.

sometimes things go wrong. heroes get hurt. they die, and the monsters just keep coming back.

do me a favor. if you find him, don't trust him. don't ask him for help. just kill him.

i'm calm. every time i'm around you, some monster attacks us. what's there to be nervous about?

i could be gone a week and my parents wouldn't notice.

you've gotten better with the sword. i'll give you that.

hey, i'm usually about to die. don't feel bad.

you don't have to act like that.

i regret what i did. i was angry and bitter. but i cannot take it back.

there's something evil down that tunnel. something very powerful.

i'll be quick. i won't do anything stupid.

i renounce the gods. what have they ever done for me?

we needed to help you or you'd mess things up.

i didn't want you to die. you owe me too many favors. how am i supposed to collect if you die?

well, i did not miss this place.

maybe it's okay to still be a kid once in a while.

i was beginning to feel better, so i thought i would talk with you a bit. you always manage to annoy me.

you will regret this insult.

it sounds like we've got a lot to talk about.

[the-tired-protag]

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Rachel:

Ekrix:

[deathbxnny]

I see requests are open now.

Time to traumatize Yanqing again.

Imagine a happy, go lucky boy who isn’t afraid of anything. He smiles brightly and does his best to improve his swordsmanship. But the worst moment of his life, the scarring “canon event” that shakes him to his core.

His gn! S/O, who is a horror enthusiast.

He cannot bring himself to enjoy horror movies like they do. He’s scared of Xenomorphs and Necromorphs make him stay awake all night. Supernatural horror makes him ready to beg Jing Yuan to call a priest or something. And don’t even get me started on the games. He’s wrapped like a burrito as his S/O snuggles him while they play horror games. With his back against his s/o, it’s easier to feel safe. But he always flinched at jump scares and hides his face.

He loves his S/O, but the horror genre might be the death of him.

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A/N: This feels accidentally targeted, because I am incapable of handling horror of any kind myself. BUT I absolutely adore old rpg horror games like "Mad Father", "The witch's house" and "IB" (I'm obsessed with them, please tell me someone else out there is too-), so thank you for this request! It's honestly pretty tame in comparison to the other Yanqing angst I've been getting.

Content: Mentions of horror Content with no real description, traumatising Yanqing as usual, fluff, kinda unserious, established relationship, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not fully proofread))

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Yanqing was taken very much off-guard by your love for horror, as you didn't seem like you were into things like that at first. He didn't think much of it either, mainly as he just saw it as something you really loved. And so, when you asked him if he wanted to see a scary movie with you, he obliged. He was confident that nothing could scare him anyways... or so he thought.

He died inside when the first jumpscare came in and felt his soul leaving by the end of the movie. He was practically unresponsive for a good 10 minutes afterwards, since he didn't expect it to be this bad... or well, bad in his terms, as the movie wasn't scary at all to you after all. You thought that it would be a good starter movie to ease him into the genre, but were clearly in the wrong.

Which is why you decided that video games might be a better way to introduce him to your love for horror. Who doesn't like games, after all? And surely that would be more fun than just watching a movie. Yanqing for some reason foolishly agreed once more out of his deep love for you and ended up wrapped up in endless blankets, leaning against you, as he anticipated the game to start. It was just a game anyway, how scary could it be?

Very scary, is the answer. Next thing you know, he was slapping his hands over his eyes and letting out screeches of terror. You didn't even get through the first level either. You decided to give him the controller, thinking that if he had more control over the game and, that he'll maybe enjoy it and find it less scary. But that resulted in your controller learning how to fly.

Alright, so, Movies didn't work... games didn't work... perhaps fake supernatural TV shows could? They weren't scary anyways and were all staged, so surely, surely, he'll finally begin enjoying something. And it started off fine enough. He didn't seem concerned, maybe found it even a little stupid and funny, when the actors were being obviously very fake with their reactions. But then the paranoia got to him and he began believing that every little creak and sound in the house was a result of ghosts haunting you two... A very grumpy Jing Yuan was definitely called in panic at 3 am that night and he was NOT happy about it.

Yeah... it's safe to say, that you've given up on trying to make him also love horror as much as you do. But that's okay, because he'll support your interests at all times, with all of his heart... from very far away.

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A/N: I hope this was okay, because it was actually pretty funny to write lmao. Not very angsty either, but I deserve a break from the pain for the next request I have to do from the legendary Anon lmao-

But anyways! Thank you for the request and I hope you enjoyed it!

[k0recreates]

home  video  sentence  starters  ⸻   sentence  starters  inspired  by  the  songs  of  lucy  dacus'  album  ,  home  video  .  for  @jacob--scipio  ,  enjoy  !!

‘  being  back  here  makes  me  hot  in  the  face  ’

‘  you  used  to  be  so  sweet  now  you're  a  firecracker  on  a  crowded  street  ’

‘  it's  bittersweet  to  see  you  again  ’

‘  but  if  you  get  married  ,  i'd  object  ,  throw  my  shoe  at  the  altar  and  lose  your  respect  ’

‘  i'd  rather  lose  my  dignity  than  lose  you  to  somebody  who  won't  make  you  happy  ’

‘  where  did  we  go  right  ?  i  think  about  it  all  the  time  .  ’

‘  you  say  the  love  will  come  and  go  ,  we'll  learn  to  ride  the  ebb  and  flow  .  ’

‘  if  history  repeats  itself  ,  how  will  i  know  ?  ’

‘  you  say  that  i  showed  you  the  light  .  but  all  it  did  ,  in  the  end  was  make  the  dark  feel  darker  than  before  .  ’

‘  you're  not  prepared  for  what  the  future  brings  .  ’

‘  i  would  kill  him  ,  if  you  let  me  .  ’

‘  i  don't  know  how  you  keep  smiling  .  ’

‘  you  don't  owe  them  shit  even  if  they  said  you  did  .  ’

‘  the  sunset  threw  a  tantrum  ,  it  wasn't  ready  to  go  just  yet  .  ’

‘  no  ,  the  sun  can't  break  the  habit  of  going  down  .  ’

‘  when  i  asked  you  to  coffee  ,  could  you  tell  i  don't  drink  it  ?  ’

‘  do  you  lovе  me  ?  do  you  love  me  not  ?  ’

‘  you  say  nobody  understands  you  like  i  do  .  ’

‘  all  i  need  for  you  to  admit  is  that  you  never  knew  me  like  you  thought  you  did  .  ’

‘  i  say  i  love  you  too  because  it's  true  ,  what  else  am  i  supposed  to  do  ?  ’

‘  call  me  if  you  need  a  friend  or  never  talk  to  me  again  .  ’

‘  but  please  stay  …  ’

‘  like  what  was  the  end  of  the  movie  about  ,  anyways  ?  ’

‘  what  can  i  say  to  your  mom  to  let  you  come  outside  ?  ’

‘  if  the  door  were  to  open  ,  would  you  walk  through  the  frame  ?  ’

‘  if  you’re  too  afraid  ,  it  won’t  be  you  i  blame  .  ’

‘  so  what  ?  everybody’s  scared  of  that  .  ’

‘  i  wanna  run  away  and  live  on  your  family's  boat  .  ’

‘  it’s  a  triple  dog  dare  ,  you’re  a  chicken  if  you  don’t  .  ’

‘  if  you  don't  get  out  now  ,  you'll  only  have  yourself  to  blame  .  ’

‘  nothing  worse  could  happen  now  .  ’

[goodnightmemes]

SHUTTER ISLAND (2010) SENTENCE STARTERS

❛ You will be accorded all the help we can give, but during your stay, you will obey protocol. Is that understood? ❜

❛ You act like insanity is catching. ❜

❛ You are hereby required to surrender your firearms. ❜

❛ Then, personally, I'd have to say, screw their sense of calm. ❜

❛ It's as if she evaporated straight through the walls. ❜

❛ Seems like something you'd notice from time to time. ❜

❛ Sanity's not a choice. You can't just choose to get over it. ❜

❛ It's 11 miles to the nearest land and the water's freezing. ❜

❛ This is a mental institution, for the criminally insane. Usual isn't a big part of our day. ❜

❛ I always heard it was overrun with boozers and drunks. ❜

❛ You have outstanding defense mechanisms. ❜

❛ You misunderstand me. I said you are a man of violence. I'm not accusing you of being a violent man. That's quite different. ❜

❛ Since the schoolyard, you have never walked away from a physical conflict. No, no, not because you enjoy it, but because retreat isn't something you consider an option. ❜

❛ Just who the hell's in charge here, anyway, huh? ❜

❛ Jesus, are you ever sober anymore? ❜

❛ Are you real? ❜

❛ I'm just bones in a box. ❜

❛ Please. I need to hold on to you. Just a little bit longer, please. ❜

❛ You have to let me go. ❜

❛ I thought your investigation was finished. ❜

❛ I have this radical idea that if you treat a patient with respect, listen to him, try and understand, you just might reach him. ❜

❛ Do you know what she was afraid of? You. ❜

❛ I have my dark days. I suppose everybody does. ❜

❛ What I'm doing, it's not exactly by the book. ❜

❛ I don't give a damn about by-the-book. I just wanna know what the hell's going on. ❜

❛ Lot of places to hide a body here. ❜

❛ I've had enough of killing. That's not why I'm here. ❜

❛ A lot of people know about this place, but no one wants to talk. It's like they're scared or something. ❜

❛ How do you believe a crazy guy? ❜

❛ That's the beauty of it, isn't it? Crazy people, they're the perfect subjects. They talk, nobody listens. ❜

❛ Luck doesn't work that way. The world doesn't work that way. ❜

❛ What if while you were looking into them, they were looking into you? ❜

❛ Don't you know how lonely I've been? You're gone. You're dead. I cry every night. How am I supposed to survive? ❜

❛ I buried you. I buried an empty casket. ❜

❛ My [name]'s dead, so who the fuck are you? ❜

❛ You should have saved me. You should have saved all of us. ❜

❛ The clock's ticking, my friend. We're running out of time. ❜

❛ Why didn't you save me? ❜

❛ You need to find him. You need to find him and you kill him dead. ❜

❛ Listen, I don't wanna leave here, all right? I mean, why would anybody want to? ❜

❛ What the fuck's the matter with you guys? Catch them, not kill them! ❜

❛ Stop me, please, before I kill more. ❜

❛ You told me I'd be free of this place. You promised. You lied. ❜

❛ They say I'm theirs now. They say I'll never leave here. ❜

❛ I'll never get out now. I got out once. Not twice, never twice. ❜

❛ This is a game. All of this is for you. ❜

❛ You're a fucking rat in a maze. ❜

❛ I'm gonna find out what the fuck is happening on this island. ❜

❛ Would you mind taking your hand from behind your back, please? I wanna make sure that what you're holding won't hurt me. ❜

❛ That's the genius of it. People tell the world you're crazy, and all your protests to the contrary just confirm what they're saying. ❜

❛ Once you're declared insane, then anything you do is called part of that insanity. ❜

❛ You're smarter than you look. That's probably not a good thing. ❜

❛ The brain controls pain. The brain controls fear, empathy, sleep, hunger, anger. Everything. What if you could control it? ❜

❛ You can never take away all a man's memories. Never. ❜

❛ Seen any walking nightmares lately? ❜

❛ You can't stay here. I'm afraid if they come looking for you, they might find me. I'm sorry, but you have to go. ❜

❛ You're as violent as they come. I know this because I'm as violent as they come. ❜

❛ If the constraints of society were lifted, and I was all that stood between you and a meal, you would crack my skull with a rock and eat my meaty parts. Wouldn't you? ❜

❛ If I was to sink my teeth into your eye right now, would you be able to stop me before I blinded you? ❜

❛ You don't have a partner. You came here alone. ❜

❛ You know, I've built something valuable here, and valuable things have a way of being misunderstood in their own time. ❜

❛ I'm trying to do something that people, yourself included, don't understand. And I'm not going to give up without a fight. ❜

❛ Did you know that the word "trauma" comes from the Greek for "wound"? And what is the German word for "dream"? Traum. ❜

❛ Wounds can create monsters, and you...you are wounded. And wouldn't you agree, when you see a monster, you must stop it? ❜

❛ You go there and you'll die. ❜

❛ You blew up my car. I really loved that car. ❜

❛ Tremors are getting pretty bad. How are the hallucinations? ❜

❛ Get out of here. This place is gonna be the end of you. ❜

❛ Your delusions are more severe than I thought. ❜

❛ After everything I've seen here, you really think you're gonna convince me I'm crazy? ❜

❛ You've created a story in which you're not a murderer. You’re a hero. ❜

❛ I wish I could let you just live in your fantasy world. I really do. ❜

❛ I'm sorry. There wasn't any other way. ❜

❛ I trusted you. I risked everything to come in here after you. Everything! ❜

❛ I told you not to come in here. I told you this would be the end of you. ❜

❛ If you ever loved me, please stop talking. ❜

❛ I need to know you've accepted reality. ❜

❛ You tried to help me when no one else would. ❜

❛ Which would be worse, to live as a monster...or to die as a good man? ❜

[neoncherryblossom]

"Anime Sinnoh Pokemon Therapy" I would like a sprinkle of context cuz this sounds hilarious. Please note I only ever watched some Black and White eps of the show (I will fix that)

Also "I am so sorry for you existing". Hm. angst.

Know you have awakened a beast.

Honestly the only reason I watched Diamond and Pearl (and not even all of it) was because of it was on Pokemon TV but wow Ash's Pokemon there. Wow. Black and White were kind after the brutality that was that team.

Minor spoilers I suppose but I wanna ramble :3.

A lot of people (used to) dunk on Black and White and I never got why. It was a fun thing I watched a bit so I went back and finished most of B&W before checking out Diamond and Pearl and. Yeah. DP is a lot more focused and Ash is a bit more serious (still goofy though!) and there's a lot more emphasis on strategies. And the trainers there are all tough, so Ash is thinking some insane plot stuff.

But one thing that I wish was done more was the Pokemon. I'm not going to bash it and say that it was bad, but coming from B&W and X&Y, the Pokemon don't have as much as a side character presence that they do. They all have their episodes and moments, but I always loved the slow moments of Pokemon bonding more than the serious training ones and DP unfortunately has more of the latter. Not bad by any means but c'mon. You know me. You know what I like.

A stand out from this team is Chimchar and I can say this because it's been memed to hell and back but every single one of Ash's fire starters are traumatized in one way or another except for one (Cyndaquil/Quilava). The writers like their angst with this one starter type. And remember how I mentioned things were more brutal here? Tepig's abandonment is genuinely terrible, but Chimchar- we get to know him before Ash gets him. We see him with his trainer for a bit before Ash gets him. Not gonna spoil but we know how he was treated.

The anime went into this for like an ep, but I want to go into it more. Talk about the little fire monkey and just. How weird adjusting to Ash was from his previous trainer, who pops back up again and again. Chimchar is notably stronger than all of Ash's other Pokemon on the Sinnoh team. I don't think it was ever called into attention before, but you pay attention enough and by the end of the series, Chimchar (now evolved) is still stronger than everyone else. Do you know how much angst can be pulled from that? How no matter how hard everyone else trains, Chimchar is still better, but the way he got better was so terrible and horrific and they can see Chimchar is still angry and hurt and scared of his old trainer, but he's still better.

(I want to focus on one Pokemon in particular with this dynamic. One who the writers did a bit dirty near the end, but I love that Pokemon and I want to write him and Chimchar being besties and no one can stop me.)

It will be funny I hope. But also angst hell and Chimchar being a baby brother and loving everyone around him so strongly and showing them in every way he knows how and them loving him back.

IF I WOULD START IT BUT I AM AFRAID OF IT CONSUMING ME AND I HAVE OTHER WIPS I WANT TO CONSUME ME RN-

Also let us all say our respects for Pokemon TV, I am sorry capitalism got rid of you, thank you for being there when I was a kid.

WIP: I am so sorry for you existing. Sips tea and waits for your reaction.

[redwineconversation]

Benfica - Lyon Pregame Thoughts

Oh to be unemployed and chronically online. Then I wouldn't be writing this at 11.15pm eating Ramen while wishing I was in bed after a 14-hour work day. Arsenal stans truly don't know how good they have it. Or maybe they do, and that's why they are chronically online and unemployed.

For those of us who does have teams still competing in the UWCL, let's discuss.

I wouldn't be surprised if Lyon loses this game. "This doesn't mean anything, you're so pessimistic, name one positive thing you've ever said about Becho/Majri/Marozsan!" well, I am positive there is a direct correlation between those three being named in the team sheet and the amount of wine I consume, for starters.

Snark side, that is something I want to touch upon. I'm not afraid to come out and say it: I don't think that Lyon is better for it by having Majri, Marozsan and Becho in the starting lineup. Blah blah "how dare you, they are legends at Lyon!" Yes, exactly that, they are legends. If you had tried to pry 2016-2019 Marozsan from Lyon I would have fought you with the intensity of a rabid raccoon defending its dumpster. But alas, we are not talking about 2016-2019 Marozsan, not the deadweight who has appeared since then. Same with Majri. She has a left foot Argentina women will weep for (credit: One Tree Hill), that being said, thanks for your service but you gotta go

2. Related, I don't think people quite get just how fucked Lyon's midfield truly is without van de Donk. Marozsan runs her allocated 50 meters per game but not a step more. Dabritz and Damaris, two players whose left feet I also think Argentinean women will weep for, will match Benfica's speed and intensity with that of a malfunctioning tractor.

The fact of the matter is this Lyon team is slow. They're not going to scare Benfica because they're not scary on a counter. They're not scary because of Vicki Becho or Liana Joseph. So if I'm Benfica, I'm looking Lyon dead in the eyes and calling their bluff. Who even is going to stop me? What consequences are there even going to be if I score against them?

I think that's one of the bigger issues at play here. it's not that Lyon just lost two of their better players, they also lost the players who make the team better when they are pissed off. Hegerberg and van de Donk will haul a player over a finish line out of sheer spite, and hatred of losing. What have other players done, exactly?

[yveltalreal]

for both: how do you feel about family

Yveltal: It's all I know, isn't it? Ever since the beginning, it was Xerneas, Me, and Zygarde. Of course, there was a beginning before that. There were other legends before that, but I Palkia, Dialga, and Giratina... they aren't siblings. They existed long before us. Same with Arceus. Especially true for Arceus. I need to have family because if I don't have one, if someone cannot look at me and go "That's Yveltal, they're like family to me" then what am I? What am I except the hurt? I need to be the love as well, don't I? I love them both. I love them a lot, and I love the others too. Maybe it was a mistake to love them like friends and children, rather than axes and hammers. To treat them as family rather than tools. Who knows. I am nothing without them. I miss them. I miss Zygarde, even if they hurt us. Maple: i think its complicated. i love my parents. they arent the best. they sucked. they were busy. but i love them. they learned. theyre trying better. they love me. its whatever. my mom especially though. i remember talking to her. she didnt want to be him. she didnt want to be her either, so she ran. she thought that if she wasnt there maybe her love wouldnt be so strong that it hurt. thats what she told me. word for word. i get it. i love a lot too. it took her a lot longer. it took her so much longer to not be afraid. she was always afraid that if she looked at me too hard that id snap. that her hands werent made for holding a child. she didnt want me. she didnt treat me like she wanted me. i mean she wasnt cruel but she just wasnt there. it took almost losing her to realize everything. for her to be there. i love her. i love her a lot. i love them all. but i dont know. sometimes at night, i wonder if they really do care, or if its the bare minimum. i wonder how long that would have gone on, a child alone in a house filled with pokemon until the end of time if grandma didnt find us.

and my brother. i love my new brother. im glad hes never going to experiance what i did. but hes so small and scared. just like my mother. but unlike her i am built for hurting. a whole body staying alive because of the stolen life of others. hes so small. hes so fragile. when i look at him i know what my mom felt and i know she felt it worse. its fine. im not his parent. im his sibling and by arc am i going to be a good one.

and outside of them. outside of blood. where does it begin and end. aspen and jaime? im married to them. we're legally family. and i love them like that. and tori shes my sister and law now but she was kinda like family too. and estelle. family friends is just family to my family, sometimes, and shes a family friend. my grandma wants her to call her grandma as well. shes like a cousin. even if i cant remember when we knew eachother when we were little well i remember knowing her now. at least a little. tami is like my mom, even if shes an absol. same with most of my moms pokemon actually. one of the few things i can remember as a kid is them all gathering around as solar taught them how a first aid kit worked. it was so interesting watching a beeheeyem try to explain things to the others even if i couldnt understand that the bad scrape i had stopped hurting. and pickle. shes been here forever. well not forever. but shes been with me for like over 10 years. what is she? a sister? idk. shes my partner. shes my starter. and heph is also kinda like family even if ive had her for less than a year and theres dash and theres bibi and glacier and little and. storm. im rambling. i love them. theyre family too. i love them a lot.

anyways family is a choice, but sometimes youre obligated to make a certain choice, i think.

[sakuraswordly]

Tsofph Season 11(Chapter1 Secret Truth of the Past)

Gilgamesh: I tried to find that killer maniac. Can you tell me where is he now…..or you are the one.

Mother of Mifune: Don't insult me. I have nothing to say to a tyrant King like you who was a ruffian that brought suffering to his country and his people. Calling you a king of men would make me laugh.

Gilgamesh: Ho? How did you know?

Mother of Mifune: That's nothing. Your whole body is giving it away. But for the prey, you want the most...looks like you don't quite have your sights on it....yet....you already had your "Future Vision". That killer... doesn't feel like he's in control of his own life. Isn't that man already told "you" about this killer?

Gilgamesh: Oh? So you said I had known this killer, that's impossible because I am not "her". I've never met Clyde in person yet.

Mother of Mifune: No. You're "her". Now I see you with that man, the FBI, and here now. You can't lie forever in front of me because now you know about me from the beginning before came here.

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Punch: Did you know "Mother of Mifune"?

Clyde: I see her now with you in a different place. You really are "him" huh?

Punch: I am "him" but you're not like "Mother of Mifune". You are fully human just like other humans I met in the past.

Clyde: I am not her neither me nor that guy even you also had seen the things I do in the past as well as in the future. Why did you choose to participate in this investigation?

Punch: I tried to destroy this future timeline even though Nostradamus made his predictions public.

Clyde: You're a time traveller. You're not part of this world. Well, not that something of that level could ever kill you.

Punch: You don't have a prediction but you have psychic precognition abilities that are cut off to keep them from interfering both in the past and the future. But yet this world wants you to be "dead". You are special more than those 'psychic detectives'.

Mulder: I've worked with a lot of 'psychic detectives.' They've all been more pathetic than prophetic. But I know there's someone out there. Someone who possesses the ability to 'see.' Who can be used in such a way that'll change the nature of criminal investigations for--what?

Peter: Aren't you going to talk with her instead of me for a second?

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Gilgamesh: Fine. I don't know if you're the real deal or not, but I know a lot of 'psychic detectives' who make those with precognition tick.

Mother of Mifune: What? You still don't have faith in me? You're really bad at lying you know that. If you want to pick a fight, I'm all in! For starters you sweetheart, the one you show such wholehearted, one-sided devotion to. Shall I feed you every truth about him?

Gilgamesh: .........!!.....*Sigh*....humph!

Mother of Mifune: Well. You're gentler than you look, I see. I was just teasing you just now.

Gilgamesh: Even you know who I am and you're not afraid to risk your life for me. You really are real, aren't you? See you. It's dangerous around here at night. It's no place for the elderly like you.

Mother of Mifune: I see. There are also many things even this prophecy can't affect to type creatures like you. Even so, be careful, the bridge is unlucky, watch your back. Well, not that something of that level could ever kill you.

Tsofph Season 11(Chapter1 Secret Truth of the Past)

Punch: It's not like I'm afraid of leaving this reality world behind. There is something else that scares me. Sonic...and Mr. Gilgamesh...if everything is over....where they should go now?

Mother of Mifune: Welcome. Care to stop by for a bit, "young man"?

Punch: Ho? This should be interesting.

.

Punch: Tell me my fortune. Hurry, tell me the results. How can I avoid an unsavoury future?

Mother of Mifune: Well, so such a future as this exists, as well. It's no good. You're going to "die". No matter what you do, do as you will...You have no future. Soon you'll disappear. Nothing will remain and nothing will be saved.

Punch: I'm stunned. So you're the real deal?

Mother of Mifune: Sorry about that...

Punch: Your fortune is different from Nostradamus. I am really glad... huh? What is it? That's enough. There's no light at the end of the tunnel, right? It's not like I'm hoping to be saved. As a matter of fact, it's a relief because I am no spoon. This isn't a thank you, I'll leave you here without doing a thing.

Mother of Mifune: You're really bad at lying you know that. That's not what this is about.

Punch: .............?

Mother of Mifune: It's true that you're going to die no matter what, but how unusual is this? To think that such an impossible future exists?

Punch: An impossible future? How?

Mother of Mifune: You'll disappear when everything will be over in the future, but you'll never be alone. Even there's only darkness ahead, and the future will be hopelessly bleak. Nothing will remain, and nothing will be saved. And yet, how strange...your dreams will live on.

Punch: I see. See you! Make sure you live a long life until everything will be over, granny. Please keep watching us to the very end. It's dangerous around here at night. It's no place for the elderly like you.

.

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After walking outside

Punch: Even so...my dreams will live on, huh? That's mean Sonic...and Mr. Gilgamesh...they will be okay. They can live in this world without me. I see. In that case...it's fine. Still...no light at the end of the tunnel...that's not my style at all...right, Tsubasa?

Tsofph Season 12(Chapter3 Happy Miracle Ending)

????: Please rest assured, ma'am. Saya still lacks ambition, and when she turns defiant, Saya is so reliable! See you, ma'am. It's dangerous around here at night. It's no place for the elderly like you.

Mother of Mifune: Wait. I know the name of the young demon there. But I haven't heard yours yet. Can you tell me your "True name"?

Sonic: Oh! As I expect from a real fortune-teller. My name is Sonic. Sonic the Hedgehog. You once did "Punch"...No...You once did my brother a good turn.

Mother of Mifune: ........!! Ah....is that right? Something like this really happens, huh?

Mother of Mifune: Take care of yourself and never forget who you are and how important for your existence. Well, not that I need to tell you that.

Sonic: You, too. Please take care. Please be well. And please live your life as you wish.

*Hold hands together and walk back*

Sonic: Let's go, Saya! Next step, you'll have to start by convincing our son, Shadow, won't you?

Velvet: That's the biggest hurdle.

Explanation 10(Analysis)

And.....Source Transcript

Clyde Bruckman: Do you want to know how you're going to die?

(Mulder stares at him.)

Mulder: Y, yes, I would.

(Bruckman laughs a little and smirks.)

Clyde Bruckman: No, you don't. Of course, not knowing has its own drawbacks which is why a good insurance policy is so important. I, I don't know what kind of coverage the F.B.I. has, but, uh, General Mutual has...

Mulder: Mister Bruckman, this murderer has already committed four homicides.

Clyde Bruckman: And he'll commit more whether I help you or not.

Mulder: How can you be so sure?

Clyde Bruckman: How can I see the future if it didn't already exist?

Mulder: Then if the future is written, then why bother to do anything?

Clyde Bruckman: Now you're catching on.

(He sits down.)

Mulder: Mister Bruckman, I believe in your ability but not your attitude.

(He sits down.)

I can't stand by and watch people die without doing everything in my, albeit unsupernatural, power to interfere with that fate.

Clyde Bruckman: Well, you see, that's another reason I can't help you catch this guy. I might adversely affect the fate of the future. I mean, his next victim might be the mother of the daughter whose son invents the time machine. Then the son goes back in time and changes world history and then Columbus never discovers America, man never lands on the moon, the U.S. never invades Grenada...

(Mulder is staring down at the floor.)

Or something less significant... resulting in the fact that my father never meets my mother and consequently, I'm never born.

(Mulder looks up at him.)

So when do we start?

Cline: You believe in this stuff?

Mulder: I'm not convinced of its accuracy but I'm pretty sure the victim was.

Cline: Why?

Mulder: Her leaves were telling her she was about to be murdered.

So as you see in xxxHolic, Yuuko said "True fortunetellers risk their own life path with self-divination" So as you see in the X files series, Madame Zelma already gave up her life to foresee that person who would murder her by the person Clyde Bruckman called the "puppet." in his immediate actions. Remember what Punch said

Punch: I did tell you in the past when we were classmates non-humans. It's a tragedy when darkness takes over someone's heart. I know that all too well...because I've seen those that I cared about, my closest allies, drown in darkness...this isn't some heroic tale the battle between who was right or wrong like you saw in world war. It's about honouring the dignity of those with hearts. There is one thing you should know, Mulder. Those humans you had seen weren't real humans. They'll never understand us just like we'll never understand them

Clyde Bruckman did call that man the "puppet." Meaning he was controlled by some unnatural that made him able to see the past and the future. Puppet is not a real future vision or precognition but someone makes him see them and see that he gave up his own life, "Human" and changed him into a homicidal maniac. That's why he always ask

PUPPET: I know they are. So, tell me, please, why have I done them?

CLYDE BRUCKMAN: Don't you understand yet, son? Don't you get it? You do the things you do because you're a homicidal maniac.

Fortune telling is the practice of predicting information about a person's life. The scope of fortune-telling is in principle identical with the practice of divination. But Fortune-teller in Tsubasa of Phantasia is...They are like scholars or librarians who provide information about the past, present, and future. Those who can know information about space or secret information similar to a hacker. If you heard about Gilgamesh in Fate series, He can have cheat-like strength without restraint. Also in Fate/Extra CCC, Gilgamesh was a cheater of the Moon Cell like the hacker. King Gilgamesh is a real Fortune-teller, he knew the events that occurred from the beginning to the end of the world in Tsubasa of Phantasia. That's why he always did everything by himself to not let others interfere or risk their own life path with their fate.

In Tsofph Season 11(Chapter1 Secret Truth of the Past)

Gilgamesh: Fine. I don't know if you're the real deal or not, but I know a lot of 'psychic detectives' who make those with precognition tick.

Mother of Mifune: What? You still don't have faith in me? You're really bad at lying you know that.

Mother of Mifune: Well. You're gentler than you look, I see. I was just teasing you just now.

Gilgamesh: Even you know who I am and you're not afraid to risk your life for me. You really are real, aren't you?

"You're a fortune teller, you should have seen this coming."

In X files

CLYDE BRUCKMAN: Why does anyone do the things they do? Why do I sell insurance? I wish I knew. Why did this woman collect dolls?

(Mulder looks back at Scully, a little tired and annoyed at Bruckman's philosophy.)

What was it about her life? Was it one specific moment where she suddenly said, "I know... dolls." Or was it a whole series of things? Starting when her parents first met they somehow combined in such a way that in the end, she had no choice but to be a doll colle...

Punch: You don't have a prediction but you have psychic precognition abilities that are cut off to keep them from interfering both in the past and the future. But yet this world wants you to be "dead". You are special more than those 'psychic detectives'.

Punch mentions that Clyde Bruckman is still not a real fortune teller even King Gilgamesh mentions that too. That's why he said to Mother of Mifune that he knows a lot of 'psychic detectives' who make those with precognition tick. Both Punch and King Gilgamesh still can't find the real fortune teller in their life because if they are the real fortune teller, they must be like King Gilgamesh. Mother of Mifune is the real fortune teller because she can tell everything by seeing it all the time. It's not like she saw it for a long time or couldn't control it. As Nostradamus, some scholars believe he was not writing to be a prophet but writing to comment on events of his time and the people in it. Whatever his method or intentions, Nostradamus’ timeless predictions continue to make him popular to those seeking answers to life’s more difficult questions. Nostradamus and Clyde Bruckman had the same precognition in Tsubasa of Phantasia.

CLYDE BRUCKMAN: How can I see the future if it didn't already exist?

MULDER: Then if the future is written, then why bother to do anything?

CLYDE BRUCKMAN: Now you're catching on.

(He sits down.)

MULDER: Mister Bruckman, I believe in your ability but not your attitude.

(He sits down.)

I can't stand by and watch people die without doing everything in my, albeit unsupernatural, power to interfere with that fate.

CLYDE BRUCKMAN: Well, you see, that's another reason I can't help you catch this guy. I might adversely affect the fate of the future.

That's because the future they see may be someone showing them the picture or it's a future that has just been set to happen, such as next month or next year. But if it's the end of the world, they will never know. They didn't know the future too far so they came out that I might adversely affect the fate of the future. The same way Kohane made a decision to tell a lie in xxxHolic, is because people might hurt and affect many events in the future that she doesn't know but she knew how that spirit would hurt.

As Shizune, she saw the future that happens is like a guess, but future events definitely happen to the person she sees, even though they happen according to what she sees.

In Tsubasa of Phantasia,

Sonic: The future I saw…without a doubt. It will happen and there's no more time. Even so… I want to change the future that I've seen in both Punch and Golden King's dreams.

Sonic: That time made me realise that we can change the future. Even Mephiles killed me and Elise confidently puts out the Flames, eliminating Solaris from existence once and for all. I still believe that the future can be changed. That's why I want to believe in Punch. I believe that she can change the future and make things right like me.

Sonic had the ability to read people's hearts and now he has the ability to see someone else's memories. Sonic saw Punch and Gilgamesh's future vision. But actually from the beginning, Sonic had a type of precognition like Shizune. The future he saw is not real but that person he met would happen like Cosmo, Sonic saw Cosmo die but in the end, Cosmo lived. But thanks to Punch and Gilgamesh's future vision, Sonic finally know what will happen next and whether what he sees is right or wrong. So in Sonic VS Punch in Tsofph Season 9(Final judgement) also the fight between who can foresee the most too.

The conclusion was already in Gilgamesh's words in Announce9(Tsofph Concept): Link

Gilgamesh: Mystic eyes of death perception what we had. When I saw with my eyes around me. It's just like "The fabric of the universe".

Peter: So then this power can see the real future right? Both me and Punch turn back time but can't change the future. 

Gilgamesh: That's right. The real future can't change but not nothing at the end of time has a future so we can change it. That's my plan. What the Mother of Mifune and old lady Fortune Telling whom Watanuki met told, I also have the same as them, Clairvoyance see the future. But Punch had Clairvoyance and saw both past, present and future. But her power is not strong enough yet.

Gilgamesh: As an accompanying effect, you will be able to see supernatural things that are invisible to ordinary people, such as spirits, supernatural powers, and magic. It is impossible to "kill" uncertain things such as the "future", but the "future" that is determined by looking into the future is different. It is also possible to poke only lines and points related to a limited part in the object. For example, it can be applied as a treatment because it can be used as a treatment because it can be eliminated without harming others by killing only poisonous substances and diseased internal organs in the body. It should be noted that it is possible to kill anything just by touching it, but the result is just "death", so it is not included in " magic ".

Imagine that the universe is a cake. A very big cake, with many layers and flavors. The cake is expanding, because it is being baked in an oven that keeps getting hotter. Now, the part of the cake that we can see and taste is made of ordinary ingredients, like flour, sugar, eggs, butter, etc. This is what we call normal matter, and it makes up only about 5% of the cake. The rest of the cake is made of something else, something that we can't see or taste, but we know it's there because it affects how the cake rises and expands.

One of these invisible ingredients is dark matter. Dark matter is like a glue that holds the cake together. It has gravity, but it doesn't interact with light or normal matter. It makes up about 25% of the cake. Without dark matter, the cake would fall apart, because the normal matter would not have enough gravity to stick together. Dark matter helps to form the structure of the cake, like the layers and swirls.

Another invisible ingredient is dark energy. Dark energy is like a gas that fills the spaces between the cake. It has negative pressure, which means it pushes things away from each other. It makes up about 70% of the cake. Dark energy is the reason why the cake is expanding faster and faster, because it overcomes the gravity of dark matter and normal matter. Dark energy makes the cake fluffy and airy, but also unpredictable and unstable.

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"The fabric of the universe" that Gilgamesh mentions also includes the fate of many lives in the past, present and future. Mother of Mifune read from "The Fabric of the Universe", that's why Gilgamesh said she's the real fortune-teller. The future we saw shouldn't change or be rewritten.(This is the result in The X-Files season 4 “Synchrony” ending)

Source Character in this blog comic:

The Mother of Mifune is a figure who has been working in Mifune for a long time, famous even during the late nineties for her supposed 100% prediction rate. She was especially popular during thriving fortune telling period around the time of Mikiya Kokutou's second year of high school. Famous for her style of predictions focusing on the avoidance of tragedies, she was said to have a 100% accuracy rate. Since childhood, she had the ability to see the past, the present, and the future. Because of this, she was unable to live the life of a human, as her ability allowed her to see visions of her old and dying self when she was still a child, and vice versa. She became a fortune teller after graduating from high school. She herself, sullen at the idea, said, "I’m not predicting the future, so stop saying pointless things like that." This declaration caused her fans to stop spreading rumors outside of their friend circles, so the fanfare around her died down. As of 1996, there was no real news about her despite her fame.

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transcript for 'I Work in A PRISON For Monsters. I Interviewed The Most Dangerous One.'

from Lighthouse Horror on Youtube 00:00-2:02

I can't tell you exactly where but in the middle of no where in the south western united states theres a super max prison that i'll call asher state penitentiary, or asp for short, that's not its real name but it'll do. Now, as with most maximum security prisons there are some genuinely sick people there, murderers, psychopaths, rapists, you know the kinds of people who can probably never be allowed back into society. A lot of people claim that it simply isnt possible to escape from this prison, and maybe they're right, i really hope that they are, not because i;m afraid of the sickos they've in the cells, i mean i am, of course i am. but even the most disturbed serial killing necrophiliacs they've got in there, don't scare me as much as what they've got in their basement. I don't think most of the regular staff is fully aware of the prisons other inmates. ive heard rumors that some of the guards are aware that something is up, but they either don't care or they know better than to ask questions. I imagine they probably think its some government lab or something running experiments that may or may not be entirely ethical on convicted felons, some people would say that might arguably be preferable to the truth. they have your standard security procedures of course, for starters inmates aren't allowed to have any contact with each other, some of them are not permitted to leave their cells and those that are only do so under heavy guard. there are no common areas, there's no guard, and every inch of the place is under heavy surveillance. the whole basement complex is surrounded by twenty feet of reinforced concrete and runs deep beneath the prison itself, digging your way out simply isn't an option.

[cagesings]

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 spoon  clanks  against  the  porcelain  of  her  teacup,  causing  johanna  to  wince.  she  hadn’t  meant  to.  especially  while  playing  hostess  to  a  friend  in  her  home.  lately  she’s  found  herself  making  more  mistakes  like  that.  smaller  ones,  but  nonetheless  they  exist  and  are  possible  to  offend.  with  a  silent  sigh,  she  places  her  cup  and  plate  to  the  side  (  albeit  with  her  hands  shaking  as  if  she  had  contracted  some  disease  ).  her  original  intent  on  asking  anthony  how  to  make  tea  was  not  only  so  that  she  may  serve  as  a  gracious  hostess  in  the  future,  as  she  had  been  taught,  but  also  because  tea  tends  to  have  a  soothing  effect.  as  well  as  keep  her  awake  longer.  that  is  the  true  beauty  in  the  beverage.  

 ❝  you  and  your  husband  have  known  each  other  for  quite  some  time  haven’t  you?  ❞  while  johanna  is  hesitant  to  share  the  story  of  how  she  met  anthony,  she  isn’t  against  hearing  about  how  others  have  met  their  spouses.  most  of  them  are  sweet  little  tales.  ❝  when  you  .  .  .  ❞  fingers  grasp  at  her  skirt  as  she  tries  to  find  the  right  words  to  use  for  it.  ‘  when  you  have  something  that  you  don’t  know  how  to  tell  him  .  .  .  ❞  that’s  not  quite  right.  johanna  shakes  her  head  slightly  before  starting  again.  ❝  are  you  able  to  tell  him  everything?  even  the  things  that  scare  you  to  tell  him  about?  ❞

 she  knows  her  friend  and  her  husband  knew  each  other  for  many  years  before  getting  married.  herself  and  anthony  are  the  opposite.  they  had  known  each  other  for  technically  months,  but  only  spoke  once  in  that  time.  despite  the  fact  she’s  been  married  longer,  christine  must  have  a  better  idea  of  this  kind  of  thing.  ❝  even  if  you  know  he  won’t  shun  you  or  anything?  but  you’re  still  afraid.  ❞  a  pause.  ❝  forgive  me  if  i  am  intruding  on  your  personal  affairs.  please  feel  free  to  ignore  my  question.  i  just  .  .  .  you  have  known  your  husband  for  so  long.  i  have  the  impression  you  know  these  things  better  than  i  would.  ❞