#Angelica is still alive and such

[wavesofstatic07]

So what if Library of Ruina, but it’s just Argalia trying to kill Roland in increasingly more convoluted ways

[christmasjade]

My thoughts on Married in Red+ My general thoughts on Studio Investigrave !

So I really like this game

It was fun to be able to play it on my own with no help from Youtubers and stuff ^^

The game has 1 ending, though you can have 2 different kinds of game overs lol (I'll get to that later)

The mc (Bok-su) and her relationship with the bride (Da-Jeong) is sad , but not shocking lol. You can kind of tell from the promotional art (and the theme of atonement said in the itch.io description) that Da-Jeong and Bok-Su are not on good terms.

I like that Bok-su was able to get her revenge on Da-Jeong. Obviously her way of doing it is horrible, and the groom (Myeong-hoon) being a main part of her revenge is sad, because he had nothing to do with this.

However, I dont feel that bad for Da-Jeong at all. Yeah, two wrongs dont make a right, and people panic, but she essentially ruined Bok-Su's life and reputation to save her own ass, so I really can't bring myself to feel too bad for her.

Sure you can argue that the situations are different, with Bok-Su purposefully killing Myeong-Hoon meanwhile what Da-Jeong did was a mistake, but I personally am a firm believer of getting your lick back, so 🤗..

I also like how the deaths and reactions are the exact same lmao.

The patient Da-Jeong killed was a man, and his mother said something along the lines of like.. "You killed my son" (I dont exactly remember, depsite me literally just playing LMAOO) and Myeong-Hoons mom literally says the same thing/something adjacting to that too Da-Jeong.

Da-Jeong runs off and during her break down says "I didn't do it-", which is what Bok-Su says when shes retelling the story of what Da-Jeong did to her.

Bok-Su had to goal of getting her payback to make Da-Jeong atone and she accomplished it. And the crazy thing is, despite everything that happened, Da-Jeong never said sorry.

She never said sorry. Not when Bok-Su showed up to the wedding, not when the two of them where alone in the garden, and damn sure not when Da-Jeong had "enough" of Bok-Su being there.

She never said sorry, not even when she pointed the blame onto Bok-Su. In fact, Bok-Su repeats a line that Da-Jeong said to her when (I'm assuming so anyway) the incident happened. Da-Jeong told her that she didnt have anything to worry/be mad about.

The ending of the game, obviously, isnt really a happy ending. Bok-Su gets her revenge and makes Da-Jeong go through what she did but 10× worst. So sure its happy for her,but its still horrific lol

Which is why I love endings for the games that Studio Investigrave makes. With the exception of Cold Front, all of the endings across all the games arent truly happy ever after kind of endings.

With Dead Plate, Rody either has to kill Vincent after finding out his ex was killed and turned into food by him AND after he tried to do the same to Rody.

Yeah Rody makes it out alive, but theres still a horrible and traumatic incident that happened. He knows why Vince did it, and was able to get rid of him, but it doesn't erase the fact that Manon is still dead. (Or with the other ending he leaves the restaurant and never find Manon, because shes in the fridge "missing".)

With Elevator Hitch, the cycle repeats for Protag. When he finally gets the chance to leave the Elevator and the building, hes stopped by some..guy ?? (Who looks like an alternate lmao) and is convinced that he needs the job. The exit doors then open up into the elevator again. He never leaves that building, and is probably stuck in a time loop.

With Eloquent Countenance, Angelica either gets the ritual redone on her by the cult, or is stuck in the cult with the knowledge that shes not the only one in her body. But that she shares it with an angel pretending to be the dead wife of the cults pastor.

Yeah, she lives, but she has to wait until Forcas can fully save her from her possession by said angel. The ending, like Dead Plate and Married in Red, is horrific.

And then with the other ending of Cold Front , if you push Winnie off the stairs, he dies in the crash and Auggie takes his place. It's a happy ending for Auggie, sure, but he never gets the closure or the realization that Winnie was never the wicked and mean person he made him out to be in his head. Its disturbing how content he is with it, with the fact that his former best friend is dead and how he replaces him.

But yeah, erm... the game was fun, 10/10 ^^

[fullofobsessions]

It annoys me when people say Hamilton doesn't have enough feminism in it and that the women in it aren't "strong enough".

Are you kidding me?

All four main women in the musical represent a different type of feminism.

Angelica Schuyler represents the rebellious type of feminism; she's the one that blatantly resists oppression and refuses to be ruled by men's opinions.

She stood up to Aaron Burr, thus creating her own revolution against prejudice and sexism.

She shows us that sometimes, to be strong is to stand up for yourself.

Elizabeth Schuyler represents the supporting type of feminism; she's the one that listens to other people, always giving them a shoulder to cry on in their hardest times.

She comforted Alexander when he was worried she'd leave him because of his lack of money, saying that she doesn't need more than just him being alive.

She shows us that sometimes, to be strong is to show kindness to those who need it.

Peggy Schuyler represents the quiet type of feminism; she's the one that follows rules and listens to her father without asking questions, nudging her sisters to go back home (which she does to keep the three of them safe), but is also helping her sisters out whenever she can.

She kept Laurens out of the way at the winter ball so Eliza could have her chance at finding love with Alexander.

She shows us that sometimes, to be strong is to help the people you care about, even if they don't always know or appreciate it.

Maria Reynolds represents the misunderstood type of feminism; she's the one who is being constantly hurt and torn down by a man, but is still begging to be saved by another man, and then being victim-blamed for it.

She silently endured abuse to keep her daughter, who is not mentioned in he musical, safe.

She shows us that sometimes, to be strong is to know when to be weak.

Hamilton is full of feminism, not to mention the fact that the musical ends with Elizabeth Schuyler being the reason people still know about Alexander Hamilton and his legacy, more than 200 years after his death.

All thanks to a woman.

[whereslynx]

maybe one of sad eyes. reader and him meet at a party, they talk and smoke etc get to know each other

a/n: thank you for requesting! i love this idea, i hope i did it justice!! p.s, i love writing requests so don’t be afraid to send some in. :)

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The night was still young, and those who were at the Santos’ party made sure to not take it for granted. Under the soft glow of the moon, the party thrived, brimming with people who lived in the moment. There was a palpable sense that each moment of it was treasure, and the energy of the crowd reflected that.

Whilst the party pulsed with energy, drunken laughter and conversation rising above the blasting music, you stood against the wall in the backyard where everyone was dancing, nodding your head to the beat with a Corona in hand as you gazed into the crowd. Although you stood alone, you originally came to the party with your homegirl, Angelica, but once she got her hands on Mario, they were all up on each other. You didn’t mind though, you’d rather chill by yourself rather than see them get all sloppy.

Before another thought passed your mind, a voice pulled you out of it. “Dang, looking a bit lonely there, ma.” A man said over the music. You looked up at him, raising a brow in curiosity. He was tall, slim, cute, and was dressed in all black. ‘A Santo.’ You noted in your head. You’ve never talked to him before, but you’ve often seen him cruising with his homies around the streets.

“And you are?” You asked with a tilted head, earning an almost satisfied smile from him when you didn’t shy away. “They call me Sad Eye.” He said, raising his Modelo as if to cheers to a new connection. You laughed, “Alright, Sad Eye.” You raised your beer to meet his, a gentle clink came from the two bottles. His face seemed to light up at the sound of his name leaving your lips. He’d taken a liking to the way his name sounded natural to your tongue, leaving him to wonder if hearing you say his name would become a daily occurrence.

Sad Eye took a sip of his beer, his gaze studying you as if you were a book glued shut. Although your surroundings were filled with loud music, chatter, and the occasional beer bottle breaking, the silence between youse spoke volumes beyond that.

“You smoke?” He asked, his husky voice breaking the silence. “Shit, yeah. How’d you know?” You giggled, a slight tinge of interest glinting in your eyes. “Nah, just the way you’re at a Santos’ party and you’re still babysitting a bottle.” He teased, pointing to the untouched Corona in your hand. You swore you almost choked on air at his comment, rubbing the nape of your neck in slight embarrassment as a sheepish smile plastered itself onto your face. Sad Eyes lowly chuckled, “Shiiit, it’s cool, mami. I prefer smoking over drinking too.” he waved his hand in dismissal to his teasing, offering you a friendly smile. You couldn’t tell if it was because you’d been seeing everyone grind up on their vatos at the party, or if his smile really did stir something in the pit of your stomach. Damn these Santos and butterflies.

“I wanted to put this blunt to use anyways, just didn’t want to leave the party while it was still alive, you know?” He said, taking the blunt from behind his ear, “But, now that I have you, maybe you could keep my party alive. ¿Arre?” Sad Eye smugly smirked, anticipating your answer. An interested gaze coated your eyes. You had to admit it, he was goddamn smooth with his words and the offer seemed enticing— almost too good to pass up. Your gaze flickered to Angelica from afar who was making out with Mario, seemingly keeping herself busy enough for you to sneak away for a sesh.

“Alright, bet.” Striking him with a confident smile, “Fuck the party, let’s ditch.” You laughed, playfully snatching the blunt and moving past the crowd and through the house to the front yard, Sad Eye followed close behind you with a stupidly jolly grin. “Atta’ girl.” He cooed. Spooky and Joker couldn’t blame him for that smitten expression on his face as they watched youse pass by them, who wouldn’t want to smoke with a pretty girl like you?

You and Sad Eye found a spot on the curb in front of the house. The music and drunken howls was still slightly loud, but drowned out by the night’s melody filled with dogs barking in the distance and cicadas singing in the bushes.

With only the moonlight and street lights illuminating up the street for youse, you lit the blunt, taking a pull from it before passing it onto Sad Eye who sat next to you. “So,” you exhaled the smoke, “how come they call you Sad Eye? Is it cause you always be looking sad and shit?” You assumed with a little intent to tease. Sad Eye only chuckled, taking his own puff, “Hell nah. Shit, even I don’t know.” he mumbled to you, “Probably cause when I got jumped in, I was high as shit. Homies probably thought I was going through it, eyes low and everything.” Sad Eye laughed, the blunt in his hand.

“What about you? How come your vato be letting yo’ pretty ass go to a party alone, hm?” He pondered aloud, turning his head to you as he took another pull before handing it back to you. You stared back at him with furrowed brows, slightly flustered by his comment. The music from the backyard didn’t seem so loud anymore.

“What makes you think I got a man?” you snickered, “Ion’ got time for that.” you mumbled, bringing the blunt to your lips. Sad Eye’s narrowed gaze flickered to yours, both of youse feeling the high sink in. “For real?” He asked, “You don’t got time for a man, huh.” he smirked, his gaze wandering to the moon. You laughed, lightly hitting his shoulder, “What’s with the tone? I’m serious! I don’t got time to waste on a little boy.” You exclaimed with a grin. Sad Eye laughed with you, “So, even when a real man comes to you, you ain’t giving him a chance?” he softly nudged you with his shoulder, leaving you to think of your answer. You knew where he was getting at, but you just didn’t know if he was up for it.

“Shit, if a real man wants to come and show me what’s up. I’m gon’ let him.” You answered, your red-tinted eyes looking into his.

A silence filled with undeniable tension and anticipation filled the air, the cold air of the night seemingly had gotten hotter in the midst of the silence. Sad Eye nodded, not afraid to maintain the eye contact, “Consider tonight the start of a real man showing you what’s up.” he promised, his smoky voice cutting through the tension like a knife.

If the butterflies in your stomach from fifteen minutes ago were bothering you before, it was sure as hell bothering you now.

“I’m looking forward to it.” You challenged, handing him the blunt with a smug smirk.

[blooming-violets]

Nicest Thing Peter x Reader for 11. In joy? I really like that fic. I reblogged it on my old account. I feel like thats an underrated fic of yours (maybe bc it came out in 2022? Idk). Would love to see what happened to them!

It's still one my favs because it is just so...me?? Like if I had to chose anything that represented my personality perfectly, it would be Nicest Thing. Just a depressed, sad bitch who loves angst and Peter Parker and enjoys Kate Nash. I feel like I need another Kate Nash song for this "sequel" fic. I'll base it off her song Trash because these two are trash for each other.

You can read this as a separate, on its own Peter x Reader thing if you'd like or you can read it as a future piece to Nicest Thing.

Warnings: Smoking a joint and getting stoned

If porn bots can over take all the tags then I better not get flagged for these gifs.

Peter looked at her through blazed out, squinting eyes. A haze of smoke filled their bathroom as they passed the joint back and forth between them. They were seated in the unfilled tub, fully clothed, and facing each other. She had made him take the spot next to the faucet under the claims that sitting over the drain made her feel “icky” like she might get sucked in. He didn’t mind. Even if their leaky faucet kept dripping cold water over his shoulder. 

“Do you remember the Rugrats episode when Tommy and Chuckie are afraid of getting sucked down the bathtub drain because Angelica tells them a story of some other baby who died that way?” He asked, handing her off the joint. 

She placed it between her lips and he watched with a slow blinking, admiration for her. He loved her. She had been with him through everything. He owed his entire life to her. Without her in his life, he would no longer be here. She was everything important in the world. 

She smiled, remembering, and let out the most beautiful laugh. She always got extra giggly when they smoked. It was one of his favorite sounds. 

“Don’t they fill the drain with play-doh and shit? It’s a weird reddish, pink color. Why do I remember that specific color so much?” She replied, mystified. 

Peter chuckled, “Because old school Rugrats was filled with some crazy ass imagery. It sticks in your mind.” 

“Yeah but I remember thinking that I specifically wanted to eat that color...like maybe it would taste nice…like the imaginary food from Hook.” She passed it back to him, letting the smoke exhale in a little, circular puffs from between her lips. 

“Do you want to get into a pretend food fight with me and see if anything appears?” He grinned. 

Her red rimmed eyes squinted back at him as she laughed, “With the way these munchies have been hitting me the past few minutes, I think it might actually happen. I could imagine food hard enough to make it show up.” 

His mind started to wander as a hungry smile spread across his face, imagining all the food he could eat, and he spoke with a dreamy whisper, “Pizza bagels.”

“What?”

“Let’s make pizza bagels. ‘M hungry. Starvin’. Gonna die if I don’t get some food in me.” 

Her eyes glowed with excitement at the idea, “Pizza bagels. Yes, you’re a genius!” 

“I know,” he giggled, it bubbled out of him without any self control. It wasn’t the weed that did it. It was her. He felt free when he was with her. He flicked out the joint against the ashtray balancing on the edge of the tub. “I really am. Smartest man alive, probably.” 

She snorted, “Okay, I wouldn’t go that far. Get your ego in check, Parker, before I have to slap some sense back into you.” 

He beamed at her, his love consumed him, feeling it outshine every other emotion rattling around inside of him. She was beautiful. Stunning. Picture perfect. He wanted to hang her up on his wall like an expensive piece of art so he could admire every day of his life. 

Her shoulders shrunk up to her ears under the intensity of his gaze.

“Stop that,” she whispered. “Don’t look at me with those eyes or I’ll kick you. I’ve got a perfect aim for your crotch in this position.”

Peter shook his head, “Nope, sorry, I refuse. I can’t help it. You look…perfect. The nicest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.”

“You’re stoned.” 

“Yes. Doesn’t change the fact that your lips look very enticing.” He winked at her and tried to scoot forward to get a taste. 

Her socked foot landed against his chest, pushing him back in place, “I thought we were making pizza bagels, not kissing. Weren’t you just starving a minute ago?” 

“Starving for you, maybe.” 

“Peter!” She let out a loud laugh, keeping him at bay with her outstretched leg. 

He was so in love. Completely enamored. Whipped. Head over heels. Trash for her. Whatever he wanted to call it. He belonged to her so wholly. His bleeding heart was in her hand for the rest of his life. He would follow her to the ends of the earth and back again. 

“If you don’t let me kiss you right this very second, I am going to turn this shower on.” His hand reached over his shoulder to grip onto the shower knob with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. 

She gave a sharp inhale, “You wouldn’t dare.” 

His eyebrows raised, taking on that challenge, “Oh really?”

She knew she fucked up the second before the shower burst to life. From his position in the tub, it shot over his head to spray directly into her face. She shrieked and fell back, sliding down the sloped edge of the tub until she was nearly on her back.

It was all the opportunity he needed to pounce. He leapt on top of her to the sound of her laughter and blocked the shower stream from her face with his back. His arms wrapped protectively around her head as he laid over her. Water pooled around them, warming their bodies, and soaking through their clothes. 

They didn’t feel it. 

All he could feel was the devoted love burning a hole in his chest where his heart used to be. 

She giggled up at him, blinking water droplets from her eyes, and whispered, “You’re an ass.”

He laughed in response and crashed his lips over hers, mumbling against them, “You love me.” 

She sighed in content. Her arms snaked around his neck to draw him closer, melting happily into his kiss. 

“I do.”

[justaz]

“who lives, who dies, who tells your story” is so merlin after arthur’s death (minus some parts of course) making sure his legacy remained in tact

“who tells your story?/(eliza)/i put myself back in the narrative” the prophecy spoke of both merlin and arthur but merlin hid himself away and let it be arthur’s story until the end when he reclaimed the narrative and retold everything as it actually happened

“i stop wasting time on tears/ i live another fifty years/its’s not enough” obviously immortal merlin

“i rely on angelica/while she’s alive, we tell your story” gwen. angelica is gwen here. merlin and her both worked to keep arthur’s memory alive

“i speak out against slavery/you could’ve done so much more if you only had time” merlin speaking out against the persecution of his kind in every kingdom (bc i believe gwen repealed the ban after everything but that hatred uther sowed ran deep). arthur was meant to do this but his life was cut short leaving it in merlin’s hands. but since arthur isn’t there, merlin doesn’t make a whole lot of difference. arthur could’ve done so much more if he was there

[the multiple lines detailing what she did in hamilton’s memory] merlin spreading arthurs story and as a result having many portraits and books made of him and then later in the future many movies and shows made of him. statues and museums filled with arthur and camelot.

“oh, i can’t wait to see you again/it’s only a matter of time” merlin waiting for centuries for him to come back and still building these shrines in his memory so everyone remembers him

“who lives, who dies, who tells your story?” gwen, arthur, merlin. in that order.

[ladelinee]

Author note: I just cried finishing this fanfic. I didnt want this to end ❤️ thank you for all the support received. I hope you enjoy as much as I did. Thank you, thank you, thank you! 💕

Warnings: smut, angst,cursing,18+

Word count: 5,1K

All shook up

Part 10

Like an addict craving a fix, I surrendered completely to the sweet, intoxicating taste of Elvis's lips. Elvis held me possessively, his desires clear and consuming. The room grew increasingly swelteringly hot as our bodies intertwined, our heat mingling with the passion that had been building since our last encounter. My heart thumped wildly within my chest, yearning to be his once more, just as it had been longing for ever since our separation.

“Not another move” a sudden, trembling voice echoed, accompanied by the click of a gun, forcing Elvis to reluctantly detach his lips from mine.

Slowly, he raised his eyes to meet whoever was holding the gun, his heart racing in his chest.

Suddenly, Elvis froze, his eyes widening in surprise and disbelief. His hands, which only moments ago had been roaming over me with a sense of urgency, now hovered motionless in mid-air.

In an instant, everything changed. The heat and intensity of the moment were replaced by cold panic as we both froze in horror, seeing Priscilla pointing a gun at us.

I was in shock, feeling totally confused and uneasy as Priscilla's teary eyes locked with mine. I felt a rush of guilt and discomfort knowing I was busted in a room, kissing her husband. The tension was noticeable, and an awkward silence hung over the scene.

“What the hell are you doin’, Priscilla? Put the damn gun down!” he gasped, disbelief weighing heavy in his voice. Elvis's eyes flicked from Priscilla's face to the gun in her trembling hand. His entire body tensed, ready for a fight, his protective instincts kicking in.

Priscilla gripped the gun tightly, her voice strained as she spoke. "So, it seems the useless Angelica has been caught, and now I have to deal with this myself" she said, her tone laced with bitterness.

Elvis's muscles relaxed as the shock of Priscilla's revelation washed over him. He looked at her with disappointment, feeling betrayed.

"So... You've been behind this the whole time?" He asked.

Priscilla’s gaze fixed on me, her eyes flashing with anger. She then aimed the gun at me and growled, “From the very beginning, I knew you’d be the ruin of my marriage. And yet, here you are, still alive.”

I mustered up all my courage and tried to speak, but the words became tangled on my tongue in the face of such a tense situation.

"Mrs. Presley..." I began, my voice faltering, struggling to find the right words.

Elvis's eyes darkened as he moved to step in front of me, positioning himself as a shield.

"Now hold on a minute, Cilla. You're the one who's ruined your own damn marriage with that toxic jealousy of yours!" Elvis snapped.

Priscilla's voice trembled with hurt as she lashed out at Elvis "Me?! All I wanted was my husband! And you're the one who cheated on me!" Her eyes filled with tears.

Elvis couldn't help but let out a bitter scoff and shake his head. A flicker of irony passed through his eyes as he realized something that she was completely oblivious to: his Memphis Mafia had eyes everywhere.

"Don’t ya dare go lecturin’ me ‘bout cheatin’, woman. You’ve had your fun with that little karate teacher of yours, and now you think you can just go pointin’ the finger at me?!" he stated, releasing all the feelings he had kept inside.

Priscilla's voice quivered as she wept, tears cascading down her cheeks. She gripped the gun tightly, her words choked with agony and despair.

"Can't you see it?!" she cried out, "Why haven't you ever treated me right? Why her and not me?"

Elvis's heart ached at Priscilla's tears and words, but he stood firm, his voice steadier now as he spoke.

"I ain't never treated you right? Is that what ya think? I did my damn best with you, but you ain't never been happy! Always tryin' to change me, control me! And why her and not you? 'Cause I love her, that's why!"

My heart pounded like a drum, a bittersweet wave crashing over me. Despite the danger looming over us, I finally heard those words that cut through the noise and wrapped around my soul. I still couldn’t believe it.

"Do you... love me?" I asked.

He paused, not taking his eyes off Priscilla, the tension between us thick enough to choke on. The world seemed to hold its breath. Then, almost imperceptibly, he nodded, and a small smile crept onto his lips, defying the storm that raged around us. It was a smile that changed everything.

“Damn right, I do. I love ya, darlin’. Ain’t no denying it any longer.”

Priscilla’s grip on the gun wavered. Her eyes were wild, desperate for something, anything, that would make the pain stop. Elvis’s words cut deep but he was not done yet.

“I want the divorce” Elvis drawled “You can go ahead and tell the world it was my fault, I ain’t got no problem with that. You can say you were the one who wanted out. I don’t want to do nothin’ to hurt your image; you’re always gonna be special t’me.”

He leaned in, eyes hard but his voice still low and steady like a slow burn. “But if ya even think ‘bout pullin’ that trigger, I swear to God, you ain’t never gonna see me or Lisa again. I’ll be gone, Cilla, I ain’t lettin’ her grow up with a mama who’s got blood on her hands. So don’t ya even try me.”

Priscilla’s face twisted in agony, her body trembling as the weight of his words crashed down on her. Her hand shook violently, and before anyone could react, the door burst open. Alex and Lamar stormed in, guns drawn, their faces set with urgency.

Lamar's voice cut through the air like a knife, his tone stern and authoritative. "Priscilla, drop that gun, now!" he barked. "I've been at the hotel the whole time, conducting my research. It was you behind this all along!"

Alex’s eyes flickered with regret and urgency. “I tried to warn y’all” he said, breathing hard. “I knew something was wrong, but I wasn’t in my right mind earlier this morning. When I came to, I knew she’d be here. I got here as fast as I could.”

A wave of relief washed over me: Alex was okay. That’s what he’d been trying to mumble earlier in the car, but we couldn’t make out his words. A spark of hope flickered within me, thinking that maybe, just maybe, this situation would be over soon.

Priscilla’s panic boiled over. Surrounded and feeling trapped, her finger jerked on the trigger. The gunshot exploded through the room, loud and sudden. A hot, sharp pain tore through the side of my abdomen, stopping my breath. I stumbled back, clutching my side as everything around me blurred. I collapsed to the floor, gasping, trying to grasp the reality of what just happened.

Elvis dropped beside me, his hands quickly pressing against the wound in a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding. “Stay with me, baby” he pleaded, his voice shaking. “Don’t you be leavin’ me now.”

Priscilla crumpled to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably, the gun slipping from her grasp. She looked at me, horror-stricken, her tears flowing freely as she rocked back and forth. “I didn’t mean to… I didn’t mean to…” she kept repeating, her voice breaking with each word.

Alex and Lamar moved quickly, securing the gun and pulling Priscilla away, but their actions seemed distant, like they were happening in another world. My vision wavered, the pain intensifying as I lay there, my breaths coming in shallow, ragged gasps.

Elvis’s voice, usually so strong, sounded distant and panicked. “Call a goddamn ambulance!” he shouted, his eyes never leaving mine. “We’re losin’ her!”

I tried to focus on his face, on the warmth of his touch as he cradled me, but everything was slipping away. My heart pounded weakly in my chest, each beat slower than the last. The room faded into a hazy blur, the sounds around me muffled as if underwater.

Elvis’s face hovered above mine, his eyes full of fear and love. “Hold on darlin’” he whispered, his voice cracking. “Just hold on.”

I could feel myself drifting, the pain starting to dull as the darkness pulled me under. I fought to stay conscious, to stay with Elvis, but my body was betraying me. My eyelids grew heavy, and the last thing I saw was Elvis’s tear-streaked face hovering above me, his lips moving in desperate prayers I couldn’t hear.

And then everything went black.

•Two months later•

In the two months since the shooting at the International Hotel, life slowly started to return to normal, at least on the surface. The police kept everything under wraps, and thanks to Elvis’s influence, Priscilla’s name never made it to the headlines. He protected her, even after all that happened, but only under strict conditions. She agreed to stay out of his life. Meanwhile, the divorce process quietly moved forward, both of them determined to put the past behind.

With Angelica behind bars for murder, Doris took on her position at the International, surprising us all with how easily she transitioned into her new role.

Same as Alex, who had tried to warn us that morning but didn’t make it in time, ended up taking temporarily my position. He’s been handling the role well, though I can see the guilt he still carries for not stopping Priscilla sooner. He constantly apologizes for everything, even for that fake call he made. I have to admit, he played that part flawlessly.

The hotel staff moved on, the guests came and went, and the show continued, just as it always had.

Jerry, who had also been caught up in the crossfire that day, recovered from his own injuries. He was back on his feet, and it was good to see him around again, laughing like nothing had happened.

As for me? I survived the shot, though not without a price. The bullet narrowly missed anything vital but clipped a part of my lung that had to be removed. Recovery was slow, painful, and filled with endless doctor visits and physical therapy sessions. I was supposed to be on leave from work, but Elvis had other ideas. He refused to let me out of his sight, always hovering, always making sure I was okay. His protectiveness was sweet, but I could feel his fear, the fear of losing me again.

And now, here I was, crossing the gates of Graceland in the Stutz Blackhawk, driven by Joe, watching the acres pass by until we reached the main door.

Elvis was standing, waiting anxiously at the entrance, his heart raced as he saw my figure approaching. When I was within reach, he scooped me up in his arms, holding me tightly against his chest.

"There you are. You don't know how good it is to see ya. I've been goin' crazy without you around, darlin’."

Just as I was about to speak, Joe strolled in, looking amused. Elvis glanced over at him, half-grinning, half-impatient.

“Joe, where the hell y’all been? I’ve been waitin’ on her all damn day!”

Joe chuckled casually, raising his hands in a gesture of innocence. "Don't blame me, boss," he said, his expression relaxed. "Red wanted to stop for some food before heading here. You know how he gets when he's hungry."

Elvis rolled his eyes, chuckling. “That goddamn, fat-ass, son of a bitch Red and his greasy ol’ burgers. I swear, that guy’s gonna be the death of me, and he didn’t even bring me one.”

Elvis turned his face back to me, his expression softening. “Well, how ya feelin’, honey? I’ve missed ya. I’m sorry I had to be away for them concerts, but ya know how The Colonel is. I was just tryin’ to…”

I smiled, brushing a hand against his cheek. “Shh, it’s okay, Elvis!” I cut him off gently, placing a hand on his arm. “It’s fine. I don’t want you to stop your life or what you’re doing for me.”

Elvis's eyes lit up with excitement as he released me from the hug, then dramatically leaned against the doorframe, practically bursting with a secret. "Well, I'm glad you're here" he said with a wide grin, "because I have somethin' special for you. Are you ready?"

Curious, I raised an eyebrow. “A surprise? What is it?”

Elvis stepped aside, grinning like a kid on Christmas morning. “Come on little” he said. From behind him, Lisa Marie peeked out, her little blonde head just visible.

“Lisa wanted to meet ya” Elvis said, his voice full of warmth. “She’s been askin’ about you nonstop.”

Instead of running forward, she hesitated, squeezing her daddy’s leg tightly. Her little face was half-hidden, and I could see the wheels turning in her mind as she sized me up. For a moment, she seemed torn between excitement and shyness, unsure of how to make the first move.

Elvis knelt down beside her, gently nudging her forward. “Go on, honey. Don’t be shy now. She’s been wanting to see ya.”

But Lisa bit her lip, her cheeks flushing pink. She tugged on Elvis’s sleeve, pulling him down to her level, and whispered something barely audible with her little voice. Elvis���s eyes widened for a moment, then he burst out laughing, his face lighting up with pure joy.

“Well, would ya look at that!” he said, still chuckling as he straightened up. He looked at me with a playful grin. “Lisa just told me she wants you to be her new mama.”

My heart melted on the spot, and I felt a warmth spread through me that words couldn’t describe. I knelt down, meeting Lisa’s eyes with a smile. “You’re such a sweet girl, Lisa. I’d love to spend time with you.”

Lisa’s shyness slowly faded, and with small steps she reached out, her small hand slipping into mine. The touch was so soft, so gentle that made my heart swell. “Come see my toys” she said in a tiny voice, tugging me gently toward the living room.

Just as I were about to follow her, Elvis stepped in with a playful grin. “Whoa, whoa, hang on there, little lady” he said, crouching down to Lisa’s level. “Let’s save the toy show for later. I gotta show her around the house first.”

Lisa pouted slightly but nodded, still holding onto my hand. Elvis stood up, giving me a mischievous look that made my heart skip. “And we’re startin’ with the bedroom” he added with a wink, his tone low and teasing.

I couldn’t help but laugh, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks. Lisa giggled too, not quite understanding but sensing the fun in her daddy’s voice. Elvis wrapped his arm around my shoulders, guiding me away from the entrance with his trademark elegance, leaving Lisa smiling behind us as Joe stepped in to play with her in the meantime.

Elvis took my hand, his grip firm but tender, and together we started up the white carpeted stairs of Graceland. My heart raced with every step, looking up to the chandelier hanging on the ceiling. I could feel the magnetic pull of him beside me, his presence so commanding, so electric. I must admit I was getting nervous, my hands started sweating.

We reached the top of the stairs, turning right, my eyes following the elegant curve of the hallway. Ahead was a sleek black door padded with soft leather, the one I’d only heard about in stories. As we approached, Elvis shot me a playful glance, his blue eyes burned with affection and desire. He pushed the door open, revealing his bedroom: a blend of deep reds and blacks, rich fabrics, and that undeniable Elvis touch. The room felt intimate, a private world away from the outside chaos.

Elvis guided me inside, gently closing the door behind us. The air felt charged, heavy with unspoken words, as he turned to face me, his gaze intense yet soft. He reached up, brushing a strand of hair away from my face.

“I’ve been waitin’ for this’” he said quietly, his voice low and full of longing.

I smiled, stepping closer, my hands resting on his chest. “So am I.”

Elvis paused for a moment, his eyes lingering on me with an intensity that made it hard to breathe. “How are ya holding up, darlin’?” he asked, his voice low and filled with concern.

I met his gaze, my voice steady despite the heat between us. “I’ve never felt better in my life” I replied, the truth of it ringing in my words. The memory of pain seemed distant now, replaced by the electricity in the room.

Elvis’s eyes darkened with something that looked like resolve and desire. He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming in the intimate space. “Is that so?” he murmured, his tone laced with a teasing edge. “Well, I think I need to see that for myself. Can’t have you lyin’ to me, now, can I?”

I smirked and blushed. His hand reached out, brushing my arm lightly before trailing down to where the scar was hidden. The touch was gentle but charged, sending a jolt through me. “Let me take a look” he whispered, his lips just inches from my ear. “Gotta make sure it’s healin’ right. Need to know you’re really ready for this.”

There was no mistaking the dual intent in his words: part protective, part possessive, and entirely intoxicating.

Before I could respond, his hands were on me, sliding slowly down my sides, as if he was mapping every inch of my body with his touch. His fingers found the hem of my shirt, pausing there, his breath hot against my neck. “May I?” he asked.

I nodded, my breath catching as he began to lift the fabric, revealing the scar that was still healing, a reminder of the pain I’d endured. His fingers traced the edges of it, gentle and reverent, his touch sending jolts of electricity through me.

“You’re so damn strong” he muttered, almost to himself, his eyes glued to the scar. “But I don’t want you pushin’ yourself for me. You don’t have to prove anything.”

I covered his hand with mine, feeling the warmth and strength in his grip. “I’m not proving anything, Elvis. I want this. I want you.”

His eyes met mine again, the worry still there, but now mingled with a raw, undeniable need. “Then let me take care of ya, honey” he said, his voice hoarse with emotion. “Let me show ya just how much you mean to me”

And as he slowly leaned in, his lips brushed against mine with a tenderness that made my heart ache.

Elvis pulled back just slightly, his breath mingling with mine. “If it’s too much, you tell me. We stop. No questions, no pressure.”

A soft smile played on my lips as my fingers gently toyed with his hair. "Mr. Presley" I began playfully, "shut up and kiss me."

“Sure thing, boss” Elvis drawled, his smile widening. His eyes searched mine for a long moment, and then he kissed me, slow and deep, as if sealing a promise.

Elvis’s kiss deepened, pulling me closer, his hands sliding down my back, anchoring me to him as if he couldn’t bear the thought of letting go. I could feel it in the way his fingers trembled slightly as they moved to the buttons of my pants, slowly undoing each one with a deliberate care that made my pulse quicken.

He pulled back just enough to look at me, grabbing my waist and his eyes searching mine, still wanting to be sure. “You’re everything to me” he whispered, his voice rough and filled with an emotion that made my chest tighten. “I need you to know that.”

“I do.” I breathed, reaching up to cup his face, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips.

That was all the assurance he needed. His lips captured mine again, more insistent now, as his hands slid the bra from my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. The cool air against my skin was a stark contrast to the heat radiating from him, and I shivered, not from cold, but from the intensity of the moment.

Elvis continued to undress me, his movements slow and measured. When every inch of my skin was almost bared to him except from my panties, he carefully shifted and scooped me up into his arms. With ease, he carried me to the bed, laying me down as if I were made of porcelain.

He stood at the foot of the bed, his gaze roaming over my body, drinking in every detail. The way he looked at me was different this time; it was more than just desire. There was something deeper, more profound in his eyes. As he slowly began to undress, his movements slow and deliberate, I could feel the air crackle with anticipation.

His jacket and shirt fell to the floor in the blink of an eye. I watched his bare torso silhouetted against the light streaming through the windows. Holding my gaze, he unbuckled his belt, and just as I heard the sound of the metal hitting the floor, his pants fell with it. My eyes locked on the bulge hidden behind his underwear. Like a magnet, I felt drawn to him, and I rose from the bed to touch his bulge.

As I got closer, I noticed the damp spot that had appeared on his underwear from his arousal. I began kissing his navel and the thin line of hair leading to the waistband. With my fingers, I slowly lowered his underwear, brushing against his firm, muscular backside as I freed his erect length in the front.

His hardness was intense, almost ready to burst, the tip flushed pink. Without warning, I licked his length from bottom to top. Elvis gasped and grabbed my chin.

“Baby, baby… I love that, but it’s been two months… ya know, and I wanna make ya feel real good” he said with a smile, his cheeks flushing.

“Oh… I see” I replied with a playful grin. Elvis was so turned on that he didn’t want to finish too soon.

With a gentle caress, Elvis guided me back onto the bed, easing me down until I was lying flat. His naked body then came toward me, and I felt the mattress sink as he climbed over me, his kisses trailing up my body. I could see his muscles tense as he tried to support himself on the bed and above me without putting all his weight on me. His dark hair and sideburns tickled my thighs as he moved upward.

As a bit of playful revenge, without warning, Elvis gently pounced and licked my clit over my panties.

“Oh God!” I exclaimed, feeling a wave of pleasure ripple through my entire body. Elvis curved his lips into a slight smile.

The warmth of Elvis’s breath made the sensation even more intense.

After kissing and trailing his tongue along my slit, he pushed my panties to the side, staring at my pink, swollen, glossy folds.

His mouth hung open, mesmerized as he finally saw my most intimate parts after long time. He started cursing under his breath while the tip of his finger traced circles around my clitoris and then slid into my entrance.

I began to moan softly, my hands gripping the sheets. Elvis was doing everything so gently that I focused all my senses on him.

His blue eyes moved to my face, locking onto mine to see if he could make me react even more.

He slowly introduced a second finger, pushing it all the way in.

“Oh my God, Elvis” I cried out as my pelvis moved uncontrollably. Elvis then placed his hand on my pelvis to hold it in place. “Darlin’, this is just the beginning” he added with a mischievous smile.

Suddenly, he started sucking on my clit while curling his fingers inside me and pumping them in and out. I didn’t know where to place my hands anymore, so I grabbed onto the pillow. My heart was pounding out of my chest, and then I felt a new sensation, it wasn’t normal; it was like…

“Elvis, stop, I think I need to go to the toilet.”

His eyes, which had been closed in concentration, opened and looked at me intently. What a sight, I could see Elvis’s toned back as he held onto my thighs from underneath, face buried in my pussy.

Then he stopped and smiled. “Don’t worry, that’s a good sign, baby.”

I didn’t understand what he meant, but he left my core to climb up and kiss my breasts. My nipples hardened, and he kissed me intensely, allowing me to taste myself.

I let out a soft moan, unable to form words as his mouth moved lower, kissing down my torso, each touch sending sparks of electricity through me. His fingers slid under the waistband of my panties, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pulled them down, leaving me exposed beneath him. The cool air against my skin only heightened the sensation of his warm hands as they roamed over me, exploring me with tenderness and at the same time possessiveness.

He lowered himself over me, his body pressing against mine, and the sensation of his warm skin against my own sent a jolt of pure pleasure through me. The fluff of his chest tickling my breasts with every move. I could feel his need, his desperation.

Elvis started sliding his hard length against my slit, coating himself with my wetness. He bit his lip, eyes half-closed in pleasure, and let out a low growl. His precum added to the moisture between us, making my pelvis slick as well.

His hands gripped my hips, making a wet mark as my fluids were still in his fingers, his touch firm but gentle, guiding me as he positioned himself above me. He paused, his eyes locking with mine, and for a brief moment, everything else faded away.

“Ya ready darlin’?” he asked, his voice low and filled with both need and concern. “I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes” I breathed, my voice trembling with anticipation.

With a groan of pure need and shaky breath, he entered me, slow and steady, his hands gripping me as if he were afraid I might disappear. The sensation of him filling me, the way our bodies fit together perfectly, was like nothing I’d ever experienced.

We moved together, our bodies in perfect sync, the pleasure building between us with every thrust, every kiss, every whispered word. Elvis’s hands never left me, his touch grounding me. The intensity of it was overwhelming, but I didn’t want it to stop. I wanted more, needed more.

His breath came in ragged gasps as he pressed his forehead against mine, his eyes squeezed shut as if he were holding on by a thread. “God, you feel so good, baby.”

The air grew thick with our heavy breathing and the sticky sound of skin against skin. My lips were swollen and my cheeks flushed, and so were Elvis’s. Every now and then, he would tangle his tongue with mine, turning my moans into muffled cries.

Elvis’s breathing grew more intense, his lips parted, and his pace quickened. He began to move his hips, massaging my clit with his pelvis as he thrust into me with more force.

“Elvis, I’m gonna… I’m gonna…” My urgency to go to the bathroom became imminent, but I started feeling a warmth inside that I had never felt before. Elvis then grabbed my legs and draped them over his back, making the penetration even deeper.

My legs began to tremble involuntarily, and gradually, so did my entire body. Elvis looked at me, then tightly closed his eyes and moved as if he was possessed.

With a final, desperate thrust, we both reached the climax. A sudden squirt escaped from me, taking me by surprise and giving me the biggest orgasm of my life. Combined with the pulsing of his cock inside me, the sensation seemed to last forever. “Fuck, baby” Elvis moaned, filling me with his warm cum. The pleasure crashed over us in waves, leaving us breathless, trembling, and completely entwined. Elvis collapsed against me, his chest heaving, his arms wrapped tightly around me.

We lay there in silence, our bodies still connected, glistening with the sweat of our passion and our hearts pounding in unison. The room filled with the sound of us trying to catch our breathing, the warmth of our bodies creating a cocoon that felt like a world of our own. Elvis’s fingers traced lazy patterns on my back, his touch soothing, grounding.

“God, darlin', you make me go crazy. I love you so damn much.” he murmured against my hair, his arms tightened around me.

“I love you too, Elvis” I replied.

“I swear to you baby, I’m never letting you go ”He leaned down, kissing me with a slow, deliberate passion that felt like a promise, one that spoke of forever in every touch. As we pulled away, still wrapped up in each other, Elvis looked at me with that fiery determination that had made him a star but was now just for me. “We’re gonna write our own story” he said, his voice strong and certain. “No matter what comes, or who tries to tear us apart, we’re gonna live this life our way. And when folks look back, they’ll see what we had was real, more real than anything else.”

I nodded, my heart pounding with the weight of his words. “Let’s make it unforgettable” I said, smiling through the tears of joy that threatened to spill.

And as we lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, I knew that whatever came next, we’d face it head-on, bound by a love that was unbreakable, unshakeable, and destined to be legendary. This was our story: epic, wild, and all shook up.

💕The end 💕

Need to recap? Part 9 here

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Bsd characters as Hamilton lyrics

Mori:

But you don't get a win unless your playing the game. Oh you get love for it. You get hate for it. But you get nothing if you wait for it.

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Fukuchi:

Do you know what Angelica said when she found out what you'd done? She said, you have married an Icarus, he has flown to close to the sun.

You and your words obsessed with your legacy. Your sentences border on senseless. And you are paranoid in every paragraph, how they perceive you.

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Kouyou:

While we're talking let me offer you some free advice. Talk less, smile more. Don't let them know what your against or what your for.

You wanna get ahead? Fools who run their mouths wind up dead.

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Chuuya:

And I'm never gonna stop until I make em drop and burn and scatter the remains.

Watch me engagin em, escapin em, enraging em out. I go to France for more funds, I come back with more guns, and ships. And so their balance shifts.

.

Akutugawa:

I'm not falling behind or running late. I'm not standing still, I am laying in wait. Hamilton faces an endless uphill climb. He has something to prove, he has nothing to lose.

Hamiltons pace is relentless, he wastes no time. What is it like in his shoes?

.

Atsushi:

How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore and a scotsman. Dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot in the Caribbean.

By providence, impoverished in squalor. Grow up to be a hero and a scholar?

.

Dazai:

Death doesn't discriminate between the sinners and the saints. It takes and it takes and it takes, and we keep living anyway.

We rise and we falk and we break and make our mistakes.And if there's a reason I'm still alive when everyone who loves me has died.

I'm willing to wait for it.

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Kunikida:

Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. We fought for these ideals we shouldn't settle for less. These are wise words enterprising their quotem. Don't act suprised you guys cause I wrote em.

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Ranpo:

Why do you assume you're the smartest in the room? Why do you assume you're the smartest in the room? Soon that attitude may be your doom.

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Fukuzawa:

I'm erasing myself from the narrative. Let future historians wonder how Eliza reacted when you broke her heart. You have thrown it all away, sit back watch it burn.

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Summaries under the cut

Tuesday McGillycuddy by Angelica Banks

When Tuesday McGillycuddy and her beloved dog, Baxterr, discover that Tuesday's mother ― the famous author Serendipity Smith ― has gone missing, they set out on a magical adventure. In their quest to find Serendipity, they discover the mysterious and unpredictable place that stories come from. Here, Tuesday befriends the fearless Vivienne Small, learns to sail an enchanted boat, tangles with an evil pirate, and discovers the truth about her remarkable dog. Along the way, she learns what it means to be a writer and how difficult it can sometimes be to get all the way to The End.

Windsingers by Megan Lindholm

Harpies don't give up of blood debts. Neither do the men who serve them. A life must be given in return. Devastated by the slaughter of her family and haunted by memories of her own violent revenge, Ki rejects the comfort of her husband's gypsy people and wants only to wander in solitude as an outcast. Across mountains sheathed with ice, through the treacherous shadow of the impassable Sisters, Ki finds herself running for her life, pursued by frenzied Harpies sworn to vengeance; and by one stubborn, dark-haired man who seems intent on being part of her future.

Rodzina by Karen Cushman

In 1881, 12-year-old Rodzina Clara Jadwiga Anastazya Brodski wishes she didn’t have to board the orphan train in Chicago. But she has no home, no family, and no choice. Rodzina doesn’t believe the orphans are on their way out West to be adopted by good families. She’s sure they will become slaves to strangers. Anyway, who would ever adopt a large, tough, stubborn girl of Polish origin? As the train heads west, all Rodzina has is a small suitcase and her family memories from the past. Will Rodzina ever step off the train to find the family that deep in her heart she’s searching for?

Dark Fusion by Neal Shusterman

Tara’s eyes are always hidden behind designer sunglasses, and her hair, blond with glimmering spirals, seems almost alive. Parker watches, fascinated, as one by one Tara chooses high school students to befriend; he even helps her by making the necessary introductions. Over time, her "friends" develop strange quirks, such as drinking gallons of milk, eating dirt, and becoming lethargic.

By the time Parker realizes what Tara is doing, he is too embroiled to stop her. In fact, she has endowed him with certain cravings of his own. . . .To say more would spoil the spooky fun of this wild thriller—let the twist speak for itself and leave you still as a statue.

Myth-O-Mania by Kate McMullen

Puts a modern spin on the Greek myth of how Zeus became the Ruler of the Universe, as told by Hades, Ruler of the Underworld, who insists that Zeus cheated.

Knights of the Borrowed Dark by Dave Rudden

Denizen Hardwick is an orphan, and his life is, well, normal. Sure, in storybooks orphans are rescued from drudgery when they discover they are a wizard or a warrior or a prophesied king. But this is real life—orphans are just kids without parents. At least that’s what Denizen thought. . . .             On a particularly dark night, the gates of Crosscaper Orphanage open to a car that almost growls with power. The car and the man in it retrieve Denizen with the promise of introducing him to a long-lost aunt. But on the ride into the city, they are attacked. Denizen soon learns that monsters can grow out of the shadows. And there is an ancient order of knights who keep them at bay. Denizen has a unique connection to these knights, but everything they tell him feels like a half-truth. If Denizen joins the order, is he fulfilling his destiny, or turning his back on everything his family did to keep him alive?

The Whitby Witches by Robin Jarvis

At first glance, the small seaside town of Whitby seems quiet and charming, but eight year-old Ben and his older sister Jennet soon learn that things are not always as they seem. Moved about from foster home to foster home, Ben and Jennet hope to make a fresh start in Whitby. But Ben sees things and people others cannot. There's something unusual about Alice Boston, their new guardian. And what is that horrible howling Jennet hears late at night? Something wicked's brewing in Whitby. Can Ben and Jennet put it to rest?

The Vengekeep Prophecies by Brian Farrey

“You can’t convict what you can’t confirm.” That’s the motto of 12-year-old Jaxter Grimjinx and his infamous family of thieves. And while Jaxter may not have his father’s burglary prowess, his mother’s forgery skills, or his little sister’s mastery of sleight-of-hand, his book-fed knowledge of non-magical solutions to magical problems makes him invaluable to the family’s heists.

But the Grimjinxes may have pulled one con too many in their hometown, Vengekeep. After swapping the prophetic tapestry used to guide Vengekeep’s actions for a fake concocted by Jaxter’s mother, the Grimjinxes are stunned when the false prophecies begin coming true, bringing destruction in their wake.

Suddenly, Vengekeep is besieged by “natural” disasters and rampaging monsters, courtesy of the secretly enchanted counterfeit tapestry. With his family forced to stay and combat the impending doom, Jaxter must leave his hometown in search of a way to keep the increasingly dangerous prophecies from wiping Vengekeep off the map.

Earthaven by Katherine Roberts

When Natalie is captured, she discovers that she has amazing powers and wonders if she can free herself and save Earthhaven, the mystical world beyond the Thrallstone Gateway, where enormous soultrees spin a web of unique magic.

Edgar and Ellen by Charles Ogden

Fire ants. Fraud. Footie pajamas.

Twins Edgar and Ellen live alone -- their parents disappeared years ago, and who can blame them? -- in the quaint, little town of Nod's Limbs, in a grim, gray house overlooking the cemetery and the junkyard. They spend their days avoiding Heimertz, the mysterious accordion-playing caretaker; pestering Pet, a hairy, one-eyed creature of indeterminate species and gender; and wreaking havoc on the hapless citizens of Nod's Limbs.

But wreaking havoc can incur expenses, so the twins come up with a unique fund-raising scheme: They'll nab the pets of Nod's Limbs and transform them into exotic animals they can sell for big bucks. Not a bad plan, if one of the purloined pets wasn't a lethargic python with a raging appetite....

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☆ Welcome home Neighbor~! ☆

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Human Reader x Welcome Home!

ENDING 1

“Yes, it does matter Angelica.”

Chapter 15/16

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She looked at you with a frustrated expression, her nose crinkling as she grimaced.

     “You wouldn't know. You weren't there. Before you showed up everything was perfect.”

“Perfect for you , not for them. They don't even remember their old lives, Angelica.” 

“And They don't need to remember them!” 

You kneeled staring at Angelica. Her chest heaving as she grasped at her pigtails. 

It reminded you of when you were overwhelmed once. You were always one bad customer or one loud noise away from tearing your hair out as well. 

But she was just a child. 

She doesn't understand the permanence of death, or what it means to lose oneself. 

She didn't deserve any of this. Her father. Her death. Any of it.

So you did the one thing you wish everyone else did. 

During days when all you wished for was a gentle hand or a loving embrace. 

Days you spent waiting for your friends to call. 

Hours spent in your room mindlessly scrolling.  

Minutes spent sitting on the couch waiting for your parents to care. 

The many seconds you passed heaving and grieving for a life you've barely begun.

Thick tears of empathy dragged down your face as you carefully shuffled closer to Angelica. They left an uncomfortable sticky feeling on your cheeks. 

You wanted to comfort her. 

“...Angelica, they'd still care for you even if you did give them back their memories..” 

“No, they wouldn't. They would hate me. I just know it!..” 

“They were nice to you when they were alive weren't they?” 

Angelicas' grip loosened on her pigtails. They still clenched tightly on them, but it didn't look nearly as painful as before. 

“They were.. But that was before i turned into Home…. Before i made myself home.” 

“...Why don't you start fresh with them? Be open and honest, tell them who you are Angelica.” 

Angelica sighed and let her hair go, the spider that once sat on her shoulder was no longer there. The spider was reduced to nothing more than a splash of pitch-black ink on her shirt. 

“They would never love me again. Not after what i took,” 

“You can still give them so much though Angelica.” 

“You're more than what you were. Your friends… they're so much better than mine. They will come around in their own time.” 

You stood and offered her your hand, she stared at you for a few seconds before taking it.

She felt cold. 

But you didn't care about that. You held her hand with a gentle squeeze.

“Can i.. Start fresh with you first? You deserve to know how you got here.” 

“Of course.” 

Angelica took a deep breath and wiped the remnants of tears that still clung to her face. 

“When you first came to the factory, I wanted to scare you away. I've had to do it before, you weren't the first to explore.” 

“... But you were the first to look at me.”  

“Like… Really look at me, not just an off-handed glance before spray painting the walls. A look that made me feel seen. It reminded me of the look I was given by Wally when I first came to the studios. It was caring.” 

  You waited as she took a pause and looked up at you, her eyes still glossy from tears already shed. 

“I watched as you fell. The floors weren't steady enough to support you.” 

You could feel your brain slowly connecting the dots. Suddenly her cold hand was a lot more uncomfortable. 

“I had to take your soul like I did the others.” 

She had to.

She wanted to save you. 

She did what she needed to. 

Thoughts swirled in your head like a hurricane. 

What about my parents?

Or my friends?

Did they grieve me?

Did anyone even look for me? 

“Y/N please understand I was only trying to help. I tried taking your memories I really did! I thought you and Wally would get along so well so I!-” 

                      You let go of Angelicas' hand abruptly and staggered back. Your hands clasped firmly over your mouth to avoid letting out any noise. You just needed a minute.

A minute alone. 

Just one second where you could process what was going on.

Death was something that was always so far away from you in your normal life.

But now it was a fact.

You had died in that building.

That fucking building. 

You were only trying to impress your friends but look where it got you. Six feet under. 

You could hear Angelica trying to calm you down. For a child, she was eerily mature. That rubbed you the wrong way. Why was a child acting so mature? 

…Unless.

“...Are you really Angelica Domum.” 

Your voice was still shaky, and you now leaned against the wall away from her. You could feel the ink beyond the wall form around your back. It felt like a firm waterbed. 

“What do you mean?... Of course I am.” 

“How old are you?...” 

Angelica looked serious for a moment. Her face now contorting in a way you hadn't expected. 

“You're clever.” 

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Howdy could feel you shaking as you slept, he was worried for you. He had set up the bed downstairs while Eddie and Frank watched over you.

It had been a few days since your fight with home.  

All the neighbors were worried for you. Even Wally spent most of his time sitting by your side. 

Howdy let out a sigh and gave your hand a gentle squeeze. He was happy you came into his life. He felt a sense of protection over you ever since you arrived. 

He didn't know how long you would sleep for. Neither did Frank. 

It worried him that Frank didn't even know how long you would stay asleep. He knew the most about humans. 

Howdy sighed and stood to go to his own bed. He had spent the better half of the day making sure you slept soundly. He needed to rest. 

He walked towards the phone on the wall and went to dial Wally at Frank's house. They routinely switched off with watching over you, but as he picked up the phone his head hurt. 

Everything hurt. 

He fell on the wall, his hand taking the brunt of the impact before raising another and holding his head. 

An onslaught of memories flooded his mind. 

This wasnt his body. 

— --------

Rage gripped your being as you lunged for the creature disguised as the little girl. She had tricked you. 

Made you feel vulnerable. 

Made you sympathize with her. 

All the while she was just a ghost that haunted the studios. 

A vengeful girl.

Maybe an overworked writer.

Possibly an underappreciated janitor.

Less likely a corporate head for Playfellow. 

In front of you was none of those things though. 

In your eyes, all she was, or ever be would be. 

Was the monster keeping you and your friends under her thumb. 

You threw the first punch. It felt wrong punching a kid but you got over it quickly as she screamed and let out a sound that was anything but human. 

Her body recoiled as she staggered backward. The walls now slowly turning a messy grey instead of the stark white they once were. 

“Your wise yknow. I wouldve loved writing adventures for you and Frank.” 

You tried to ignore her words and lunged forward to throw another punch, only to feel her grab your fist. 

She looked up at you with a large, uncanny smile. 

“It's a shame your mind wasnt as vulnerable as the others.” 

She pushed you back with strength like you've never felt. Your torso slammed against the waterbed-like walls that had now begun to leak ink from the ceiling. 

You tried to catch your breath for a moment, but it was shortly lived as you watched Angelica raise her hand. 

Ink trickled down from the ceiling and began to take shape around her fist. Making a larger hand form. One that would put you out of commission for a long while. 

“You were so easy to trick though. Well! This has been fun Neighbor.”

“But I think it's time you take your final bow.” 

You tensed and squeezed your eyes shut tight. Anticipating a blow that would kill you again.

…Why aren't you in pain yet? 

You begrudgingly open your eyes and see Angelica frozen in place. The ink that once formed a fist now slowly dripping down her arm. You didn't sit confused for long. 

You followed her eyes to the wall behind you, which had begun to cave around your body. 

You must not have felt it in your state of pain and shock. 

Before Angelica could say anything, the ink on her fist caught fire. 

Just as Angelica let out a scream, the wall behind you burst. Quickly filling the room with ink. 

Before you had the chance to process anything, you were knocked out. 

Whether it was from the sheer force of the wall bursting, or from the shock your body had been put under you didn't know. 

– .------

Your head was spinning as you woke up. 

The floor you layed-...  

The material under you was too soft to be a floor. 

You tried to move your hand to feel under you, but you stopped after you felt pain shooting up your fingers and wrist. 

You groaned. The room was pitch black, and there was a small amount of pressure on your ankle. It wasnt uncomfortable, but it wasnt exactly a position you wanted to be in. 

The room smelt nostalgic. It reminded you of Howdys house. 

…. 

…Were you back at Howdys? 

You felt whatever was on your ankle shift. Before you had the chance to speak you heard someone running down steps before the lights clicked on. 

The room you were in was most definitely Howdys basement, you've slept here a multitude of times. 

One thing caught your attention though. 

There was a man at the top of the stairs. 

He was human. 

His outfit reminded you of Howdys, but not quite. He still wore his hat, but his hair was now a messily dyed blue on top of normal blonde. 

“Oh thank the stars you're okay!”

His voice was the same as Howdys. 

He ran down the steps and practically flung himself at you. You found yourself unable to protest. All the recent events of the day crashed down on you all at once. 

Sobs shook through you as you clung to the stranger. Small shivers ran through your body as you tried to mentally process everything that happened. 

“Youre alright now Y/N, ive gotcha” 

You took comfort in the hand that rubbed gentle circles onto your back. Until you heard a very familiar voice. 

“you've been asleep for a long time neig- y/n.” 

You almost pushed Howdy off in a state of panic. It was safe to assume by now the person holding you was Howdy. 

And the pressure you felt on your ankle was a sleeping Wally. Who was now also awake. 

“...How long?-” 

You let out a series of coughs as you tried to speak, your throat dry from days of not using it. 

“I'll grab ya some water!” 

Howdy was quick to run back upstairs to grab you water. Now that he no longer held you, you got a good look at Wally. 

He too was now human, and he looked downright exhausted.

He was a shorter man, his hair no longer curled up into a pompadour. It now hung loosely in his face, it reminded you of when you had a spa day with all of them. 

His skin was tan, and his left arm was wrapped in bandages that had specklings of blood seeping through them. That must've been from when you threw the scissors at him. 

“youve been asleep now for three days, we didn't think you would ever wake up,” 

You nodded and looked down at yourself to occupy your mind. Your arms were covered in bandages which stung every time you tried to move them. 

You remembered Sallys' stage burning down. It seems you didn't make it out as unscathed as you had hoped. 

The bandages were wrapped surprisingly well, much better than you'd expect from puppets. You guess they weren't puppets anymore, which begged a bigger question. 

“we tried to cover your burns the best we could… me and howdy that is, the others were too scared to help. they didn't want to hurt you more..” 

You didn't have the strength to nod back and acknowledge Wally after everything that happened, so you just fell back on the soft bed. 

It let out a dull squeak as you laid back. Wally laughed softly, it sounded genuine. 

“im… 'm sorry for everything that happened y/n. you should have never been dragged into this.”

  You forced words out of your mouth despite how badly it hurt to breathe and talk. 

“Did you know?” 

You craned your neck to look down at Wally, who still rested his hand on your ankle. He gently fidgeted with the blanket on top of you. 

“not for a long while. it felt like it was hidden by… fake memories, but you fixed that. i don't know how but you did. we all remembered, and the next day we were back to normal.” 

Wally sighed and laid his head back down on the bed as well. 

“as normal as you can be for being dead and being in limbo that is,” 

You wanted to console Wally. None of this was his fault either. 

Before you could speak though Howdy had begun to clamber down the stairs again. This time carrying a glass of water. 

“Sorry I took a minute!.. Had to fight off the others,” 

You smiled and tried to sit up again to take the water. Before you could Howdy was already by your side helping you to sit. He held the water to your mouth and you accepted his help. 

It hurt to move your body right now so you were thankful for all the help you could get. 

“...Thank you Howdy,” 

“ Don't mention it y/n, you've helped us all so much. It's the least I can do.” 

After drinking over half of the water, you backed away and watched Howdy set it down before continuing. 

“...What happened while I was out? I remember Sallys', but everything other than that was.. In my brain,” 

“When you passed out we all tried our best to keep you comfortable. On the second day though I got this splittin’ headache. Like.. fall over and clutch your antenna type of headache.” 

Wally sat back up, 

“then we all remembered. we remembered everything.” 

Howdy nodded, and you sat shocked. 

“We remembered dyin’ and we remembered being human. We didn't know what to do, but we knew it was Home's fault.” 

Wally looked at the bed solemnly and didn't say anything else. Howdy continued, 

“Barnaby was the angriest… He took it into his own hands and, well. Got rid of Home. He burnt the house down… Wallys been stayin’ here helpin' me look after you.” 

“... I'm sorry that happened Wally..” 

You felt for him, Home was a friend to him before you arrived. You couldn't imagine the emotional whiplash he was going through- 

“home deserved it.” 

…Or maybe not. 

“homes the reason our memories were blocked off for so long. im sad, but not for home. im sad you got involved. you didn't even work at the studios.” 

Howdy nodded, 

“We don't know why Home wanted you here with us Y/N. Selfishly I'm happy you came here. Without you, we wouldn't have remembered. None of us wouldve.” 

You heard the door open and hushed whispers erupting from the top of the steps. 

“ Quiet down!.. You're all bein’ louder than a rooster in the morning! I would know!” 

“Oh dear, I just can't help it! The poor dear must be starving after all that sleeping!..” 

“ Ms. Patridge I don't think they'd want cupcakes first thing in the mornin’..” 

You recognized Barnaby's voice in the beginning, the older southern voice had to be poppy. You could never forget Eddie's voice too, seems they were all being nosy. 

You let out an airy chuckle, Wally spoke up. 

“im sorry we can't go home y/n, but… we’d be happy to have you here until we all find a way to move on…” 

You could hear them all finally slowly walk down the steps, Eddie let out a gasp and ran down first. The others followed soon after. 

Howdy tried to hold them off, but it was no use. You couldn't escape the hug pile. 

You laughed and tried to hug them all back. 

You may have lost your old life, but now it is time to start a new one. 

One where you didn't have to worry about money. 

One where you wouldn't have to sit for hours waiting for a text or call from your friends. 

…One where you felt loved. 

And it felt nice. 

—-- 

It took a while to adjust to everything that had changed. 

In limbo, you didn't have to eat, but you still found yourself baking with Poppy every Sunday.

Howdy had made you a bedroom in the basement, but all the neighbors were helping to build you your own house. 

Wally now had a new, nonsentient house. He wasnt used to the lack of noise, so he still visited you and Howdy frequently. 

You still didn't know how to move on to whatever came after limbo, but you couldn't find yourself caring. 

You felt comforted here. 

You felt loved here. 

You had buddies here. 

And that's all that concerned you. 

So you would savor it for however long it would last. If and when you all move on you'll meet them again. 

-----

woof! im so happy to finally have this posted!! feel free to read the ao3 version which has some hidden messages sprinkled through! Next and final ending should be posted in the oncoming weeks!

I might make a seperate story with some oneshots in it related to this where you go on adventures with the others! I cant see myself doing a sequel to this but i might!

until next time! 🐾

[electronzekrom]

The Glowing Being of Midwest Angelica: Episode 006 - Paradise

...because I have so many thoughts/theories about this; I want to run it by the public, so you all can tell me if I need to take my tinfoil hat off or not 😆 So- this glowing being (that features in the thumbnail), what are they, exactly? We only see them (her?) twice in the episode for a few seconds at a time, yet I feel like they are the most intriguing thing we do see.

The being seems to be either incorporeal or made out of something we can't see with the naked eye: after the second appearance, Marcus remarks that he only saw the figure on his camera screen. Some commenters theorized that the figure is some kind of projection from the Akashic Plane; if so, from who/where? It's not clear (and I really didn't register it at first either), but based on a handful of comments, the figure looks vaguely feminine. Someone we haven't been introduced to yet? Maybe one of the unfortunate members/victims of the Long Pine Midwest Church?

Could it be alien in origin? They certainly don't resemble any form of Starkill we've encountered yet. Building off of this, we don't know why this figure suddenly appeared, or what their goals are. They very well could be another manifestation of the Starkill/AZ-001/Nero, trying to lure humans to their untimely death and/or assimilation.

That being said... whenever this figure appeared, I got the feeling that it was benevolent? Or at the very least, wasn't actively hostile: True, the glowing being did in fact exert some kind of influence on Marcus, as I found out by this exchange:

After the night at the motel, Marcus states that he had an odd dream that night, but he felt strangely rejuvenated, and he felt the need to go back (something was "calling him"). While this might obviously sound sinister, maybe it was a good thing Marcus returned to the Starkill's lair, because it looked like someone was still alive in there (possibly Piso?). Right before Marcus reaches the Starkill lair, the glowing figure briefly appears before him again- was it guiding him to rescue? Plus, we've seen how quickly the infection takes hold, and Marcus appeared to be just fine? The description for "Paradise" says that two more tapes created by Marcus had been found, suggesting that he survived the end of this video.

If the glowing figure is indeed a benevolent force, and that indeed is Piso we see at the very end, it makes sense (from a narrative standpoint) that Marcus and Piso cross paths: they have the same goal- getting the truth out there.

So... where am I going with all of this?

There are certain little details, about the plot of Act 2 and Midwest Angelica as whole that I've been connecting like red strings on a corkboard. We all know the series is heavily inspired by Neon Genesis Evangelion, but the crux of my theorizing is rooted in the media that inspired NGE itself. Consider:

If indeed this glowing figure (a being of light, if you will) is a benevolent alien trying to fight the Starkill, that probably means it was already pursuing AZ-001 to Earth or keeping tabs on it.

It wouldn't be a big stretch to think that the glowing figure is/will be instrumental in combating against the Starkill threat: there are some parallels we can make between it and an EVA unit. EVA units can technically be considered female (like how the glowing figure appears), given that they're the souls of the pilots' mother, and there's this:

Going off of the above point... let's not gloss over the fact that the Beta Chunk was able to make a kaiju-sized Starkill:

Even though I did say the glowing entity would likely be instrumental for fighting the Starkill threat, that doesn't mean the humans are counted out: there's probably going to be an attack team/force (HOME, or some other branch) that will aid in taking down these massive Starkill lifeforms (Operation Homebound might've been a false flag, but "Kill it With Fire" is definitely still a viable option).

So, without further ado, here's my unfounded prediction for how Act 2 will go: At some point, Marcus will sustain a critical injury, likely from something the Beta Chunk does. When this happens, he is finally able to see the glowing figure standing before him. The figure of light (an angel, perhaps, to use an Earth term) explains why they're there- they've been hunting the Starkill down, but they arrived too late. While they were doing their best to assist him and other humans in secret, the situation has gotten dire, so it's time for direct action. If Marcus allows them to merge with him, they will be able to manifest physically at full power. Marcus agrees. And finally, the Angel appears...

With the explosive defeat of the Beta Chunk, Marcus and the Angel become persons of interest globally, which is why the description mentions a Japanese official investigation in 2001. They have gone into hiding, as their work is not done. Dunno how aware AZ-001/Azazael is, but I doubt Nero would take it well that their giant Starkill mass got barbecued.

TL;DR: We got it all wrong, Midwest Angelica is not a Evangelion reference, it's an Ultraman reference.

[cobalt-axolotl]

I plan on doing art RQS (request not the remnant queue system)

I would love if you submitted your head cannons and ask me my own.

About me

I am a demiromantic pansexual demiboy

I fictionkin Cassidy

Cassidy is my main blorbo

My prounouns he/him

My name is Austin but I also go by cobalt, charlie (my middle name is charles), and that mother fucker

My favorite fandoms are the following: homestuck, COTL, scp, fnaf, dsaf, Dhmis. Danny phantom, megaman, creepypasta, glitch productions, Minecraft, Ben 10, omori, undertale, sonic, gravity falls, Pokémon, bendy, TcoA&L, analog horror as a whole (especially Mandela catalog, angel hare, and Midwest Angelica), gr3gory88, helluva boss, hazbin hotel, TF2, moral orel, half life, half life VR but the AI is self aware, bioshock, 5YL, Spooky’s Jump-scare Mansion, The owl house, epithet erased, amphibia, Steven universe, Henry stickmin, disc world, AO ONI, pizza tower, and various tokusatsu

My favorite animal is the axolotl

I mainly post incorrect quotes and art but I do run an ask blog for my AU’s

I am a simp for papyrus undertale

Minecraft is my favorite video game

I run an 14+ blog

By the time I am making this edit I am 18 years old.

My OTPs are Evan x Cassidy and marlie

DNI (do not interact)

Transphobes

Racist

Sexist

TERFs

Homophobes

Pedophiles

Trolls

Stupid people (people who refuse to learn)

List of my AUs and they’re connected cannons

Golden children (fnaf)

Shattered souls (fnaf)

Malefactor malfunction (fnaf and Ben 10)

Glam it (fnaf)

Triple M (scp)

Xanthophobia (fnaf)

GMTC (fnaf and undertale)

B&P (fnaf and dnd)

NUCN (fnaf)

SBR (fnaf)

Under void (undertale)

Fazrune (fnaf and deltarune combo)

Like it never even happened (fnaf)

List of oc’s and ther connected AUs

Nick (my fnaf AUs)

Virgil (under void)

List of my AU’s with songs that describe them

Golden children: just gold by Mandi pony (I don’t like the guy I just like his music)

Shattered souls: creepin towards the dirt by griffinila

Malefactor malfunction: the ben 10 theme song (just replace the words Ben 10 with Cassidy)

Glam it: this comes from inside by the living tombstone

Triple M: secure container protect by madame macabre

Xanthophobia: look what you made me do by taylor swift

GMTC (give me the child): collared by vane

Bears and pizzerias: your the key by Kyle Allen music

Nicks ultimate custom night: replay your nightmare by hard ninja

Stuck in the back room (my alive AU): I’m still standing by Elton John

Under void: gasters theme by Toby fox

Characters in my AU’s

Cassidy Noelle Carter (died at 14 in golden child au) (in the golden children AU she becomes Fredbear and in the shattered souls, glam it, xanthophobia ,and malefactor malfunction AU she doesn’t die) (can speak German) (learned German so she can figure out what’s bothering Nick and calm him down) (in xanthophobia nicks death drives her to the point of insanity and causes here to become a serial killer “super edgy I know”) (in shattered souls she marries Evan but doesn’t change her last name due to her hatred for William) (learned Korean from her mother and is fluent it)

Evan afton (crying child) (died at 12 in golden children au but not dead in malefactor malfunction, glam it, xanthophobia, or shattered souls Au) (loses all sense of empathy after the bite of 83 in xanthophobia “a head injury can do that to you right?”) (marry’s cassidy in shattered souls)

Benny afton (Cassidy’s and Evan son biological son in shattered souls) (an analog to golden children Cassie)

Goldie (he’s here he’s there he’s everywhere who you gonna call psychic friend fred-bear)

Gregory afton (Vanessa’s brother in the golden children au) (trans gender FTM)

Cassie Maxie Carter (nick and Elizabeth’s adopted daughter in the golden children AU) (named after her aunt)

Kasey Roxanna Carter (Cassidy’s twin sister) (nicks older sister) (lesbian) (cares for Nick as much as Cassidy but is unable to understand him at times) (neli’s ex girlfriend) (posses Roxanne wolf) (currently dating Susie) (learned Korean from her mother and is fluent in it)

Gaberiel grim (died at 10) (died in 1985) (possesses Freddy)

Jeremy grim (died at 11) (died in 1985) (posses Bonnie)

Fritz smith(died at 3) (died in 1985) (posses foxy)

Susie McCarthy (died at 14) (died in 1985) (posses chica) (Kasey’s current girlfriend)

Adrian smith(died at 5) (died in 1987) (part of the second mci) (posses mangle)

Millie fitzsimmons (died at 18) (died in 1987) (part of the second mci) (possesses toy Bonnie)

Markus Murphy (died at 17) (died in 1987) (part of the second mci) (possesses toy Freddy)

Nelli Twain ( died at 16) (died in 1987) $part of the second mci) (possesses toy chica) (Kasey’s ex girlfriend)

Jake McCarthy (died at 6) (died in 2016) (used to posses stitch wraith along with Andrew)

Andrew Montgomery Emily (died at 16) (died in 1987) (part of the second MCI) (posses Monty in the golden children au) (used to possess stitch wraith along with Jake) (was besties with Cassidy and Evan)

Charlie Emily / Charlie afton (not dead in the golden children or Xanthophobia au) (is dead in shattered souls) (marries Mike in the golden children au)

Mike afton

Vanessa afton (Mike and Charlie’s daughter in golden children au)

Elizabeth Clair Afton / Elizbeth Clair Carter (doesn’t die or posses baby in the golden children au) (died at 8 in the shattered souls & malefactor malfunction AU’s) (is nicks best friend) (dies to circus baby in shattered souls au) (takes Evan’s place in shattered souls au) (born in 1979 in the main 2 AU’s) (married to Nick as an adult in the golden children au) (going to college to become a psychologist in the golden children au)

Malary Emily ( Henry’s wife) (Charlie and Sammy’s mom)

Henry emily (dies at 63) (championed for better treatment of autism in the golden children AU)(mentored Nick in robotics after Edd’s death)

Clair afton (died at 20 due to suicide) (Williams ex)

Loralai afton (Williams current life) (survives in every AU I made) (her name is also a pun on Ballora) (Evan and Elizabeth’s mom)

William Afton (Dies at 36)

Dave miller (nicks therapist) (named after book and DSAF Dave)

Nikki Carter (Nick, Kasey, and Cassidy’s mom) (Korean immigrant) (left while Nick was too young to remember) (may or may not have indirectly been the cause of David’s abuse to towards Nick)

Malcom faraday zanaflex (main protagonist of my scp au)

Dr Elias Munro (died at 79 on the year 1981) (original owner of fredbear’s sing’n show) (was a father figure to Henry and William) (was their boss before he retired in 1955)

Zachary Munro/nightmarionne (not dead) (became a mutant after a remnant injection) (immortal) (grandson of Elias)

Garret schmit (basically Garret from the movie combined with Mike from the movie)

Abby schmit (just Abby from the movie)

Jeremy Fitzgerald

Sammy Lewis emily (is younger than Charlie in these AU’s) (like around nicks age) (non verbal until his twelfth birthday) (good with Rubik’s cubes) (dies in xanthophobia and takes charlottes place as the puppet)

Billy (AI created by William afton to watch after evan while he worked on his projects)

Jack Kennedy (named after the one from DSAF just nota corpse) (Bonnie mask Bully) (gave Nick the spring Bonnie mask) (was much less willing than mikes other friends during the bite of 83) (mikes right hand man)

Maddison Simmons (jacks girlfriend) (chica mask Bully) (was much more willing than her boyfriend)

Jerry Mann (Freddy mask bully) (just as willing as Mike & Emilia)

Vinny (literally just exist to be Sammy’s boyfriend because I don’t like Sammy being forever alone)

Nickolas Alastair Carter (Kasey and Cassidy’s younger brother) (has a red Bonnie plushi named mr Marvo) (is a paranoid schizophrenic) (was raised by his sisters due to them having bad parents) (takes Cassidy’s place in shattered souls au) (works at the pizzaplex in the glam it au) (born in 1983 in the main 2 AU’s) (has a slightly un healthy obsession with Bonnie the bunny) (was hired on by Henry during the events of fnaf 1 in golden children AU) (often wore a Red Bonnie halloeeen mask as a child) (can speak German but only does it when he’s extremely angry or when he finds a certain word to be extremely funny) (autistic “like me”) (he’s also really defensive about his intellect) (died in a ball pit in shattered souls au) (acespec panromantic) (post ffps his soul transfers into eclipse in the SS Au)

Edwin Alastair Carter (Aka. Grandpa eddy) (Nick and Cassidy’s grand father) (their only parrental figure that isn’t abusive to Nick) (was hired by Henry and William to design the springlock suits) (built the mimic as a friend for Nick) (also made the old man consequences AI)

David mobi carter (Nick, Kasey, and Cassidy’s father) (abusive towards Nick in specific) (Cassidy is his favorite) (ignores Kasey) (is manipulative towards Nick)

Old man consequences (an AI that acts as a sorta therapist to Nick in my AU’s)

Nightmare (before being possessed by half of nicks soul it was the first working springlock suit known as proto lefty) (not one of the nightmare animatronics) (half of nicks soul)

Marvo Marvelous (half of nicks soul in the shattered souls au) (a red magician hare)

NYX

Glitchtrap (separate from mimic) (had his consciousness put into a roomba)

Captain poncho (nicks imaginary friend) (scares Gagleon)

Stitch wraith (possessed by Andrew and Jake)

Fredbear (possessed by Cassidy and Evan in golden children au)

Plush trap (in the golden child au he is a little drone sent out by null trap)

Null (second spring Bonnie suit that William place Evans body in after he died) (possessed by Evan in the both AU’s)

Mxes the hare (in the au he is named after mr mxes) (the au version of him looks more human in the AUs) (in golden children au he was first an animatronic for the fnaf 1 location that filled the same role as the then defunct security puppet) (created my nick)

RWQFSFASXC (all of nicks insecurities in physical form) (main antagonist of the GMTC AU) (shadow Bonnie)

Shadow Freddy

Mr mxes (has half of Cassidy’s soul inside of it in golden child au) (is choc full of agony from Nick)

Mimic (nick and Cassidy pretend he’s their older brother as in all three AU’s he just lives with the two)

Nickolai (animatronic human built by Henry as a third entertainer at fredbear’s family diner) (starts wearing a Fredbear Halloween mask after the mci for… “reasons”)

Void Bonnie (shattered souls spring Bonnie) (has a shadow variant name dark trap) (this Springbonnie is possessed by Nick not William afton as he simply feeds off of William’s agony) (heroic counterpart to Springtrap) (takes golden Freddy’s place in shattered souls AU) (born from Nick’s corpse being put into a certain ball pit) (name after the void between the physical and spiritual plains)

Mangle

Miketrap (the pit creature before metamorphosing into pit Bonnie) (a Monroe experiment)

Salvage (an old springlock suit given life through mysterious means) (a Monroe experiment)

Nightmarionne (a nightmare version of the puppet) (a Monroe experiment)

Remnant Queue System (the shadow’s child)

Night-watch (machine built by Mike to hunt down what’s left of Fazbear entertainment and destroy William once and for all) (-the rebuilt endo of Fredbear)

The classics

The toy animatronics

The withered animatronic

Springtrap (not darktrap) (in shattered souls darktrap used the spring locks to curve his violent tendencies and forget about him being a killer) (in shatttered souls his charge goes from being a humanized billcipher as William to a dsaf Dave miller and gruncle stan combo as Springtrap)

The nightmares (evil versions of the twisted ones in the golden children au)

The fun times

Ennard the clown (the in between of the fun times and glamrocks with his blood lust being replaced by a humanoid level of sapience) (has a shape sifting gimmick which he uses to entertain kids)

The Glamrocks

The twisted ones (in the my AU’s they’re good guys and built by Mike along with night-watch)

The hellfire animatronics (upgraded versions of the twisted ones)

The night terror animatronics (scrap’s, night terror Freddy, night terror Bonnie, night terror foxy, and night terror chica,)

The salvage animatronics (salvage Monty, salvage freddy, salvage ennard, and darktrap) (constructed from broken animatronics) (end is are exposed) (partially inspired by the ignited animatronics)

And the omori charecters are cannon to the malefactor malfunction au cuz why the fuck not

The springlock animatronics (fredbear, spring Bonnie, and Alastair)

Villains for malefactor malfunction can be found here

How the AU’s work

Each au has four version (book style in which it falls into silver eye’s continuity, game style in which it falls into game continuity, movie style in which it falls into movie continuity, and amalgam style in which it combines all three continuity’s into one)

In xanthophobia Cassidy is the villain (William afton die’s extremely soon in the AU and for once in his life never comes back)

So in my most of my AU’s the souls are able to grow old despit not being alive which explains any shipping you might see. Most of it isn’t my doing though

Elizabeth x Nick is only cannon in golden children

Unless its Evan x Cassidy or Mike x Charlie

TF2 is cannon in the golden children au (i mostly just wanted to make fnaf 2 Jeremy TF2 Jeremy)

The golden children au takes place in the late 80s to early 90s with flash forwards towards the pizzaplex era while the shattered souls au takes place in 1991 and the malefactor malfunction shifts the entire time line to start in 2000 GMTC takes place around 1999 to 2018 xanthophobia takes place in in the 2000s and 2010s

In shattered souls Springtrap is much nicer due to him losing his murdeous tendencies after getting spring locked

malefactor malfunction is a Ben 10 fnaf crossover with Cassidy having a version of the omnitrix called kaizotrix

The blog itself is cannon in all AU’s

This is a link to the malefactor malfunction aliens list for all of Cassidy’s kaizotrix transformations

As well as facts about the malefactors

Also a timeline for my main AU

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The blog itself is also a cross over point for my AU’s and in multiverse it’s ran by the characters

[ruirighteye]

Hamilton songs described by me:

Alexander Hamilton: almost as if that's the main character of the show

Aaron Burr, Sir: Alex won't stfu

My Shot: they are not throwing away their shots

The Story of Tonight: 4 men sing about freedom and my heart goes BOOM

The Schuyler Sisters: AND PEGGY!

Farmer Refuted: now both Alex and Samuel Seagull won't stfu

You'll be Back: when your abusive ex boyfriend is King George Ⅲ

Right Hand Man: HERE COMES THE GENERAL

A Winter's Ball: They're reliable with the ladies

Helpless: Eliza is helpless for Alex

Satisfied: Angelica is helpless for Alex

The Story of Tonight - Reprise: Burr Sir is dating someone married with a Brit

Wait for It: Burr Sir is willing to wait for it

Stay Alive: Lee is a fucking bitch

Meet Me Inside: Alex gets grounded

That Would Be Enough: Alex just fucking sTAY HOME WITH YOUR WIFE SHES PREGNANT SHE NEEDS YOU

Guns and Ships: Marquis de French Baguette sing fast :o

History Has Its Eyes on You: Oh no Georg Wash in a ton sing sad song

Yorktown (The World Turned Upside Down): the battle of Yorktown, 1781

What Comes Next: you need to remember King George Ⅲ is still a character

Dear Theodosia: Burr Sir and Alex are dads now

Laurens Interlude: Alex's boyfriend died :(

Non-Stop: how do you write like you're running out of time

[multifamdomfan]

Hi, if requests are still open and if you still write for Hamilton could I request an imagine where the fem!reader was Alex’s wife, they met and fell in love during the Winter's ball. And, she first met him when she was in the war (dressed as a man) but Alex never knew it was her until he found out himself. And maybe has a near-death experience fighting in a duel for any reason you want. And years later, she maybe becomes a lawyer/statesman or whatever as long as she's not a housewife and she finds out Alex had an affair and she like goes to Laurens for comfort but he ends up confessing he has loved her since day one when they met at the Winter's ball but saw she was so much happier with Alex (and it's kind of like an Angelica situation.) and how he would have never if he knew that was what Alex was going to do to her. And finally, he asked her to be with him. Also, could you please make the reader Washington's adopted daughter? I know it's a lot but even if you don't do it, thank you for just reading it. I just kinda wanted a lot of angst followed by fluff but since I can't stand the thought of having been with some who cheated on me and didn't love me, could you please make Alex still love the reader but realize if he wanted her to be happy, he would have to let her go and as soon as the Reader is thinking "You know what? I should forgive." He just dies. I feel bad for the Reader, not gonna lie. Thank you again. <33

Prompts: "May I have this dance?" (Hamilton to Reader) "Shit, are you bleeding?!" (Hamilton to Reader) “You need to leave. Right now.” (Reader to Hamilton) “You need to let her go.” (Anyone who seems right to Hamilton) "Those things you said yesterday… Did you mean them?" (Laurens to Reader) But hey, it’s up to you, I'm just giving suggestions on what I was thinking.

Note: And yes, in my fantasy world, Laurens doesn't die and is still alive in Act II.

😮😍 I love this request! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I hope you don't mind but I'm turning this into a two part.

warning: angst,character death,cheating

Why does love hurt so much? Pt. 1

I was reading my book in my room when my dad, George Washington, knocked gently against the door. Well if you want to get technical he's my adoptive dad. My biological parents when I was young and was sent to the orphanage when George and his wife ,Martha, adopted me. I closed my book and put it down and called out "Come in!" When Dad came in I immediately knew that something was wrong. He was fiddling with his hands and his eyes cast down onto the floor looking frantic. "What is it father?"

"Y/N I need to tell you something," I looked at him curiously while Dad was looking like he was trying to find the right words to say. "There is really no way to say this but I'm going to go to war." He said this quickly and nervously watching to see how I'll react.I didn't respond, not at first I looked at him with a blank expression trying to comprehend what he just said.

"What?" He remained silent like he was waiting for me to tell, scream, or do something. "Let me come with you, I can help!"

"No! You're not coming, it's too dangerous."

"But you're going! You will be there to look after me and you taught me to use a gun since I was ten!"

"I won't always be there to look after you, I couldn't live with myself if something happened to you. Just promise me that you won't follow me."

I sighed in defeat "I promise." Dad came up to me and hugged me. I hugged back thinking about how I lied to his face.

I put my hair that's now shoulder length and tied my hair up. I looked down at myself with my uniform on with bandages over my breast to flatten them out. I nodded at my reflection in approval before walking out of my tent. My dad found out that I was pretending to be a man to fight in the war immediately but he kept my secret.

I approached my friends Lafayette, Hercules, John, and Alexander. We became friends quickly, and no. They have no idea that I'm a woman and plan to keep it that way. There is one problem, I developed a crush on one of the four men. It's Alex, I couldn't help it. He's passionate, smart, and kind. "Hey James!" Hercules called over to me.

Yes James is the name that I chose because it was my biological dad's name. "Hi." I responded, lowering my voice and octive to keep from sounding too feminine. I sat next to Alexander and joined in on the conversation before we heard a loud noise. We all turned our heads to see what it was. It was the red coats, we sprung into action grabbing our guns.

There was death all around us with an overwhelming smell of blood but we had to keep moving I killed a couple men before they could kill me first. Then I was a man aiming for Alexander about to shoot, without thinking I shoved him out of the way and took the bullet. All I could hear was a distant yelling at the word "James!" He quickly rushed over and got in my field of vision. "Shit, you're bleeding."

"You need to leave. Right now." I responded not wanting him to find out. Alex ignored what I said and ripped my shirt off and saw the bandages being soaked with blood. He looked shocked at first but knew it wasn't the time to talk about it and used my shirt to apply pressure to the wound and rushed me to the medics.

[push-tet]

@hellodahliah special for you 🥰 and for ppl who want to understand the lore of my Verona

kind of an addendum to the last post

bruh im sorry that this post came out so long!!

The Counts origin: The Counts, like the Сapps, were once an aristocracy. But after losing the election to Macbeth's ancestor, the Counts' ancestors ceased to consider themselves aristocrats. Leaving the path of palitics the Counts chose the path of jurisprudence. The Counts were able to maintain their power and influence over Veronaville by pulling the strings of law and justice

Escalus-Prince - Knowledge\Pisces- 5\3\9\1\7

Yeah, he's got a double name but everyone just calls him Escalus or Escal

He's too empathic for a job in the judiciary

He met his ex-wife at uni, he thought it was the real love but in fact she was using him to improve her position at uni so that she would not be expelled (he did all her academic work for her). When the truth came out, he didn't make a scene and just asked her to leave

After the death of Ledia Macbeth (the mayor at the time), he continues her work trying to reconcile the old generation of feuding clans

Escalus couldn't spend much time with his son. That's why they have a strained relationship with him

Escalus realizes he's spoiled Paris. While he has time, he tries to carefully correct this mistake so that he knows Paris will be a worthy successor to the family business

Gregorio - Romance\Taurus - 4\7\3\8\3

He is the first adopted son of the Summerdreams. When he grew up, he changed his last name

He was in love with a servant girl at the Сapp House (at the time of the game, the deceased Angelica Nurse)

He's a master of bad flirting

Before he became the Counts' butler, he tried his hand at stand-up

Gregorio still doesn't know how to react to Paris' words - You're like a big brother to me

After the fire at the old Count manor, he developed hydrophobia

Paris - Family\Leo - 5\8\3\4\5

Paris was born and spent half his childhood in Champs Les Sims. But his parents were going on a long expedition, so they returned to Veronaville and left their son in the care of Escalus. They promised to send him a card or letter once a month, but he hadn't received one in over three years (they're alive)

Paris was chubby in chilhood

Paris got interested in drawing after watching - Little Miss Wendalyn (fun fact - it's also Romeo's fav cartoon) At the moment, the biggest fan of his doodles is Merc

Paris is a little self-centered and makes himself a pretty good-looking guy. But even so, he always says - There's beauty in everyone. Someone just didn't think to wash their face today

Paris has been friends with Julliette since childhood but her liaison with Romeo annoys him. Paris just can't turn a blind eye to Romeo's shameful reputation. Not because he's jealous nonono

Paris and Romeo don't openly show their dislike for each other and pretend they are good bros. Paris calls him Gnomeo

The Zhung origin:

The fairies of the Zhung Clan are famous tea masters and their outdated views on life. The men of the clan are outstanding healers and the women of the clan are supposed to be creative but devote themselves to looking after the family. But no member of the family is allowed to leave the homeland without special permission from the elders. Failure to follow the rules is punishable by condemnation and condemnation within the family

Yingtai - Virgo\Family 8\3\5\3\6

After her daughter left the family, Yingtai devoted herself to a career in music. She is fluent in playing all musical instruments and has often performed at the opera

As a young girl, Yangtai disobeyed her family and went to university abroad dressed as a man

Yingtai's husband openly despised her family. He despised them so much that he refused to use his wife's surname after marriage

Yingtai hasn't spoken another language for a long time, so when she arrives in Veronaville she starts to communicate with everyone in her native language as a habit

Yingtai remains devoted to her husband even after his death

Yintai knows all types and kinds of teas by heart. So she's literally like: Fuck your zodiac signs. What's your favorite tea?; Her favorite - Longjing tea

please someone ask me about Yingtai and her husband's relationship they are my Roman Empire

Madam - Aries\Pleasure 5\6\6\4\4

i found an old post about her bruh

Madam change her name and took her second husband's surname so she and her daughter wouldn't be part of the Zhung

Madam hates everything to do with her father. Unlike her mother, Madame is convinced that he is not dead but simply ran away

Madame works as a fashion photographer but also successfully designs her own custom-made clothes. Some of her clients include - Marissa Cleveland, Armand DeBateau, Mercutio Monty, Klara Vonderstein, Goneril and Kent Capp, Bella Goth, Cordial sisters

Madame doesn't hate men, she just doesn't like it when men try to control women

After the "death" of her father, Yingtai fell into a deep depression and stopped paying attention to her daughter, because of this Madame became unmanageable and often deliberately got into trouble

After leaving home, Madame still has a habit of asking after the welcome - "Would you like some tea?" Her favorite - Pu Erh with basil-cherry

Helana - Scorpio\Fortune 7\4\7\4\3

When Helena was studying martial arts in Shang Simla. (btw the homeland of Madam and Yingati) She overworked herself so much that she now has to dye her hair blond to cover up a bunch of gray hairs

Helena the union of an ordinary sim and a fairy. A half-breed. She does not have access to such fnctions as - long life and magic. But in she excels in physical activities of ordinary sims

Fact: Helena was able to reeducate Paris to do his job properly

For Helna, Hermia is dead. So when she's asked to stop ignoring Hermia's existence, she says - I'm not crazy enough to talk to a ghost

Helena seems to be a cold person, but if you talk to her for a while, you will find out that in addition to white arts, she bakes cookies/buns to drink tea with (if Paris doesn't eat all the sweets in one go); Her favorite - green tea with peach

The Snout also have a dog named Peek

He was a present for Madam from father-in-law. i don't know how to describe him, i'll just show it

he's also supposed to be a Spitz

fact: the only three characters here are not Shakespearean references

hmmm, should i put Madam-Helena and Escalus-Paris templates for download?

[ma1dita]

Even though Luke doesn’t cheat on Trouble, I listen to Burn from Hamilton and imagine these two post tlt bc yes i like the pain,, no i don’t need therapy, officer 😀

girl the way this is probably canon anyway bc in the trouble!verse luke is a Hamilton Hater ™ and trouble was known to be singing songs from the musical with her ex-bf

im DYINGGGG but damn if you go to therapy hop in we can carpool

sidenote there's still a lot that can relate in the lyrics and im bored rn so lets feed into the delusion for a bit (guys I'm a fic writer who peaked in the 2010s in the age of bad youtube fan recreations of songs to fit their otps... i know how to work with scraps)

She said, "Be careful with that one, love , "He will do what it takes to survive" // You and your words flooded my senses, Your sentences left me defenseless, You built me palaces out of paragraphs, You built cathedrals // I'm re-reading the letters you wrote me, I'm searching and scanning for answers in every line, For some kind of sign, And when you were mine // The world seemed to burn, Burn

Mr. D warned her from the beginning about Luke, even silently in 'play pretend' because she was becoming more like her old self (reckless and crazy, just like him) when she was falling in love with Luke, and it isn't a bad thing but definitely takes away fro what her and Luke have been working at as THE counselors of CHB. Luke's always been good with words as a son of Hermes to the point that it even fools Trouble to some extent, there comes a point where her as an amazing actress can't tell when he's lying---and he learned that from her...

You published the letters she wrote you, You told the whole world, How you brought this girl into our bed, In clearing your name, You have ruined our lives // Do you know what Angelica said, When she read what you'd done?, She said, "You've married an Icarus, "He has flown too close to the sun" // You and your words obsessed with your legacy, Your sentences border on senseless, And you are paranoid in every paragraph, How they perceive you, You, you, you!

this made me giggle OKAY HEAR ME OUT LMFAOOOO ever since they got together (in the span of a little over a year before his betrayal), they always sleep in the same bed when they can as mentioned in 'now that we're older' because they barely have time to themselves in the day....when 'when the chaos is through' is posted, that's when Luke agrees to side with Kronos in his ultimate belief to protect Trouble from impending war and eventually give her a better life outside of CHB. (imagine kronos dressed as eliza schuyler and we're set because luke essentially brings him to bed with them for half of their relationship and she doesn't know LMFAOOOOO) and well yeah yall know his decline after TLT but he's in too deep to fall back

I'm erasing myself from the narrative, Let future historians wonder how Eliza reacted, When you broke her heart, You have torn it all apart // I'm watching it burn, Watching it burn, The world has no right to my heart, The world has no place in our bed, They don't get to know what I said, I'm burning the memories, Burning the letters that might have redeemed you // You forfeit all rights to my heart, You forfeit the place in our bed, You'll sleep in your office instead, With only the memories of when you were mine //I hope that you burn

The beginning part reminds me of the confrontation scene in 'love is a blister' where the counselors put Trouble on trial for loving Luke---the reality of it is they and everyone at camp only know what Luke & Trouble have shown them, but everything between them is private and their own. They didn't expect him to leave her behind. There are a lot of references throughout the series and especially in 'solipsism' where his last time alive as his waning sense of self he goes to visit Trouble who's fresh from visiting Annie in 'love is a blister' and he literally is burning through his old self as kronos overtakes his body. He couldn't imagine not being able to say goodbye before becoming true vessel and well in TLO, teeeechnically what happens and what i plan to write i--[GUNSHOTS]

me saying scraps and then copy pasting almost the whole damn song... ive said too much. this was entertaining, how'd I do?