#BONBON – in action!

[9uatre]

現在までのBallet Maniacsご予約オーダー人気アイテムは・・？！

はい！

お写真のEvgenia Obraztsovaさんが着用されている上下セットが、現在一番のオーダー数です〜〜😌

☞ ［予約アイテム］Baccarat leotard & Fleur shorts set | Azure（予約のみの特別価格セット）

スタイリッシュで、軽快さも感じられ、

プラスどこかしらエレガントでもあり、スポーティーさもあったり・・

ときっと皆様の乙女心をガッツリと掴んでいるであろうという結果かと〜😅

予約期間中のみの特別価格でのご案内というのも嬉しいポイントかとも思います！

バックスタイルもスッキリ見え😉

このセットにはお色違いもありまして、ふんわり優しいカラーコンビも人気です！

☞ ［予約アイテム］Baccarat leotard & Fleur shorts set | Powder （予約のみの特別価格セット）

レオタードはあの美しい芸術的なグラス「バカラ」からインスパイア。

グラスのカッティングをベルベットラインで表現し、さりげなくアクセント。

ボトムスを変えても馴染みやすいカラー展開です。

セット販売で合わせているボトムスはインナーショーツ付きで機能面でも優秀。

ふんわりとお花が広がるようなイメージでデザインされたキュロットパンツ。

バカラレオタードとはもちろん、お手持ちのアイテムにもプラスされて着こなされても素敵。

ご予約は１１月２０日（日）までです！

ぜひお見逃しなく！！

Ballet Maniacs & Evgenia Obraztsova New Collection!

『BONBON – in action!』 

☞ 現在までの予約可能アイテム一覧はコチラから

☞ 全てのBallet Maniacsはコチラから

[blitheringbongus]

@theghost-trickinglurker

He stayed at home with the gang so he won’t get lost since he’s so small, all safe and happy don’t worry!

Before and after watching the fnaf movie

[livesworthlivingau]

Lives Worth Living Chapter 26-28

ISAT/Two Hats Spoilers below! CW: Outbursts, Mentions of stabbing/killing, unhealthy obsessing.

"So how you holding up Sif?" (You suddenly snap back to reality and look over to Isa, now left alone as the other three had left for the market.)

"What do you mean?" (You ask, confused by the sudden question.)

"You looked a little zoned out there, and getting to see Vale again, and Nille, it's just a lot right now, even if it's good stuff. So... Just wanted to check in with you!" (He gives his trademark bright smile, and you can't help but smile back.)

"It is a lot... but it's good, the family's back together again, even L-Vale now... I just... I really hope it works out this time."

"This time?" (CRAB!!)

"Y-You know! Like, having them around... I want them to fit in is all!" (A more serious look appears on his face. There's no way he bought that...)

"Sif... You know you can tell me anything, right?"

"I do! I know! I... I'm sorry, but it involves them a lot too, and I can't talk about it without them." (Your voice falters a bit, the topic making you uncomfortable as you start to scratch absentmindedly at your arms. His large, gentle hand meet yours after a moment, trying to calm you down.)

"Hey, it's okay, I understand. I just worry, y'know? But if you're sure it's okay for now then I can wait!" (He smiles at you again. You place your head on his shoulder, closing your eye with a relieved sigh.)

"I love you Isa."

"I love you too Sif."

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"Excuse me for a moment, I need to use the restroom~." (Vale explains before leaving the table and conversation. They seemed especially uneasy since Nille left to help Bonbon in the kitchen a few minutes ago, probably still struggling being around everyone else...)

"Siffrin, is there, uhm… Is Vale uncomfortable around us?" (Mira asks, it seems you weren't the only one to notice.)

"They're… just shy, you know? Not used to new people! That's all!" (You try to smile convincingly.)

"Right…" (Crab.)

"They just need some time to warm up is all!" (Isa to the rescue, as always. Thank the stars.)

"They were stuck in the loops too afterall! Sif was the only one they really interacted with, right?"

"No wonder they're so on edge." (Odile chimes in with a little tease, not even looking up from her book.)

"H-Hey!?" (Mira and Isa can't help but snort and snicker at your expense. It WAS a pretty good joke you guess…)

"Though we should discuss what our next course of action is, now that Nille has found us. I assume we'll still head to Bambouche for their sakes, then continue our little reunion tour? I imagine you'd like to return to Jouvente at some point Isabeau?" (Odile begins to plan aloud to get us all on the same page.)

"Eventually, sure, I'm in no rush! But what about you, M'dame? Don't you want to go back to Ka Bue too?" (Odile pauses for a moment, glancing over at you. You must have been making some kind of face considering how she raises a brow at you.)

"I believe our little time traveler here already knows the answer to that question." (You look away nervously.)

"It's uhh... complicated? I don't think Odile cares about returning anytime soon." (You try to keep it vague, to which she nods. Her eyes casually return to her book before she speaks up again.)

"Very astute of you, Siffrin. If I do happen to return, it will likely be out of obligation more than anything else. I believe we have more pressing matters to attend to, like the fact you're still looping."

"I wouldn't exactly call that pressing..."

"Th-This isn't something you should just put off Siffrin! What if it just keeps getting out on the back burner and suddenly you're right back where you started again?!" (Mira chimes in in a panic.)

"I'm not saying we just ignore it forever! Just... we have some time at least, and Odile stopped me from looping once already! If anyone's gonna know what to do, it'll be her, right?"

"I stopped it in the moment, preventing you from looping ever again is a whole ordeal in and of itself. It will take a lot of research on a subject that no one knows anything about, and another that is purely theoretical. I may be good at what I do but I'm not a miracle worker."

"You might not think so." (You chuckle a bit. No matter how many times it happens, she still managed to surprise you over the years with new breakthroughs and theories on craft, sadnesses, and otherwise. She smirks a bit as her eyes remain on her book.)

"While your confidence in my is flattering, I'd still like to tackle this subject sooner rather than later."

"Alright, we'll get to Bambouche and go from there, okay? For now I'm just glad we're all together again..." (Your expression falls to a bittersweet one. You feel Isa's hand on your shoulder, giving a light squeeze and smiling brightly at you. You lay your head against his side and close your eye, savoring the embrace.)

"Dinner'll be ready in a few!... Hey, where'd Vale go?" (Nille asks, stepping back in from the kitchen.)

"Oh! They went to the restroom! B-But it's been a while, hasn't it? should someone check on them?"

"I better do it, y'all sit tight!" (Nille quickly takes the offer to ensure no one else would, heading off to find them.)

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"Before I explain this, it's not their fault, please don't blame them, they were going through a lot and I didn't notice how it was affecting them and I told their secret an-" (You start to explain at a million miles a minute, too frantic to be processed properly even as Nille lightly grabs your shoulders to snap you out of it.)

"Hey, easy, just start at the beginning okay?" (She tries to comfort you, to which you nod and take a deep breath.)

"... When I first looped back all those years, I was... frozen? I was panicking, stuck in my head, I thought it must be a dream or something, there's no way this was really happening, right?... And then I heard their voice... and all of that just went away." (You glance over at Vale. They look... confused? Shocked maybe? You guess you never got the chance to tell them this part.)

"I ran to find them right after, as fast as I could, and... I was just so happy to see them, I didn't think about how they were feeling... forced to be back, I'd been through so much and they were just left behind... and then I dragged them along back here to force them into a family they didn't want any part in."

"Stardust... That's..."

"It's true Vale, and I'm sorry. I really don't blame you for what happened." (Vale just looks away, clearly not agreeing, but they can tell they won't change your mind. Nille still looks very confused, waiting for the story to continue.)

"So things seemed fine for a little while, but then Odile noticed I was doing a little too well, and I told her about everything... including their secret, which they made me promise not to tell." (You really were hamming up how awful you had been, even if you didn't realize it. It was your fault after all, Vale can't be punished for that.)

"Vale found out what I did, they were already on the verge of snapping and that pushed them over the edge, so... they had to go back, before I dragged them to the party... They had to make us all loop back..." (Nille takes a second to process all of this, before her eyes widen, realizing what you were implying.)

"Frin, tell me what happened, please." (She asks, her eyes looking almost desperate, as if asking you to assure her it's not what she thinks.)

"Vale... They..."

"I STABBED HIM! I SHOVED HIS OWN DAGGER INTO HIS HEART AND FORCED HIM BACK, OKAY?! I'M A MONSTER AND A MURDERER!!!" (You jump back as they suddenly start screaming out. You look back to the door, thankful no one else was there at the moment. Nille pulls herself away from their outburst. Looking scared, confused, conflicted.)

"N-No! You're not Vale, you knew I'd be fine! You knew I'd loop!"

"And what if you didn't?!?! What if it all ended right there?!? How could I do such a thing?! How could I take that risk?! How could I hurt you like that?!" (Their eyes were wide and crazed, they gripped their hair painfully tight. They looked ready to snap again. Before you could try to comfort them, Nille was already holding their face to try and snap their out of it.)

"Hey hey hey! Vale, Calm down please." (They stopped suddenly, tears flowing from their eyes and staring back at Nille, surprised they weren't being treated like the monster they thought they were.)

"You made a mistake... a big one, sure, but a mistake none the less. Frin's okay now, right?"

"B-But... I killed them... H-how could anyone forgive me for that?..."

"Well, Frin did, and that's the most important person to do so I'd say... It's a lot to take in alright, still not really sure how I feel about it right now... but I'm not just gonna hate you for it, especially after everything." (Vale stares up at her, they look confused, their eyes darting about as they try to piece something together.)

"I doubt you want to go back in there tonight. Maybe you should stay at the Inn for tonight, cool off a little..."

"Y-Yes... that sounds like it's for the best..." (Before Vale can get too far, Nille lightly grabs their arm to keep them from going too far.)

"This doesn't give you permission to run away though! Remember... you made a promise." (She smiles softly then lets go.)

"... Right... I promise." (Vale can't hold eye contact with either of you for more than a second, slowly starting to walk off again.)

"We'll see you tomorrow, Vale?..." (You plead. They nod back at you before fully turning away. The both of you watch as they slowly vanish from view towards the town center.)

"... Hey, Frin? Are you sure you're okay?" (Nille starts to speak again, now that Vale was safely out of earshot.)

"... It's not that bad, I promise."

"But they killed you Frin... I know they've got issues but... I didn't think they'd be capable of doing that." (Nille holds her arms, gripping them a bit too tightly.)

"They're not! They knew I'd be okay! I'm still looping, it's fine! They would never have done it if they knew it wouldn't happen, like when-" (You cut yourself off, quickly slapping your hand over your mouth.)

"... When what?"

"... After the loops 'ended' the first time, I went to find them... That's when they admitted who they were, and they kinda... snapped. They attacked me, they were ranting and raving, they spent all that time just watching me do it and have an easier time than they ever did, everything they went through and my loops were practically a walk in the park in comparison... But when they had me beaten they couldn't do it! They wouldn't! They're not capable of that I swear!!!" (You do your best to convince her... and possibly yourself in the process. You still blame yourself for what happened, you just don't want Vale to suffer for it.)

"Frin... I'm not saying we should just send them on their merry way or anything but... they still attacked you, they still stabbed you... I don't know if you should just act like that's fine and forget it ever happened..."

"Nille... I've had a very long time to think about this. I've missed them for decades, and now they're finally back... I'm not going to do anything to mess that up, so please don't do so either." (You don't realize it until it's already happened, your face turning to a colder, darker expression. It felt vaguely familiar, likely similar to how you looked in those later loops... Nille looks a bit unnerved by it.)

"Siffrin, that's not healthy! Don't you think you're being a bit obsessive about thi-"

"I don't care!" (Nille jolts in shock, stepping back at your outburst. You stop before you lose it too much, taking a deep breath to compose yourself.)

"I just want them back... I just want them to be happy... I had 30 years of a wonderful life with all of you while they got nothing... Isn't that unfair? Isn't that a tragedy? They go through all the pain and suffering and I just come in and replace them?!"

"Frin! That's no-"

"NO! They're the only reason I'm here! They're the only reason I got to be happy for all this time! So don't you dare get in the way of me making it up to them!" (You snap. Nille stares down at you in a mix of shock and nerves. She looks over you a bit, as if trying to work out the best way to deal with this situation. You sigh and take a step back, making yourself smaller as you duck into your cloak a little.)

"I'm sorry... but please, don't... don't ruin this for me... I need this. I need them... Good night Nille." (You excuse yourself before you say anything else you may regret. You head back inside, ignoring anything she or anyone else may be saying to you as you pass. You reach your room and settle in for bed, not wanting to deal with this day any longer.)

[mayullla]

Hello again ahaha <3 I really love this little event and I absolutely love your writing so much!! ♥️♥️

Alsp Can I request Yan Ayato with 🦋 reader + 🍀?

Title: Valentine Chocolates

Character(s): Ayato (Genshin Impact) Summary: Your husband Ayato has gotten you valentine's chocolates. Warnings/tags: Yandere themes, Fem!reader, drugging, aphrodisiac or you can think of it as a love potion, force marriage (husband and wife), force feeding (technically? not really? but just in case.) Note: You are so sweet thank you so much! ^^

[ - A little present~! Event - Closed - ]

You sighed when the maid called your name. Anger and annoyance swelled in your heart yet you tried to keep it within yourself when she told you that your husband was calling for you. "Tell him that I go right after I finish my hair." You told the maid, another maid was combing your hair. The maid who brought the message bowed before closing the door.

You looked at yourself in the mirror and could not help but sigh. Forced into this marriage you wanted nothing more than to avoid your husband who had shackled you. Yet almost every day he would call you and unable to deny even a quarter of them you gave up.

"You have called me?" You asked after he had told you to come in. Walking into his office you sat down on the opposite side of the table away from his reach. His face was stiff when he saw your actions but quickly smiled. You knew you have angered him.

"You are here, what took you so long?" Ayato asked as if wondering why you haven't arrived the moment he called you. You knew that he knew already the reason while you faced yourself to smile. "I was fixing my hair, my lord." You told him with a soft voice holding back its sharpness. "I apologize for my tardiness."

"We are husband and wife what good is a husband who does not show patience towards his wife who got dolled up just for him." You wanted to cringe at his words hating as he made sure to coat everything ever so sweetly. "My dear, you should stop being so formal with me I am your husband."

Your eye twitched at his words but still kept the smile on your face only choosing to bow as if apologizing that you would continue to be formal towards your own husband as if you were still uncomfortable with him when you weren't supposed to be so. You and he had promised to be together till death after all.

Even if you didn't want it.

"Hmm... never mind then I haven't called you here just to tell you that you should be comfortable around me." Standing up Ayato went to a corner of a room with a drawing, opening the shelf he came back with a box in his hand as you looked upon it curiously.

"Here. I would like to give my wife chocolates. I heard that youngsters have this trend of giving chocolates to their crushes on February 14. Even Ayaka had prepared them. I figured that you would appreciate this romantic gesture." Ayato took a seat right beside you too close for comfort as you instinctively moved away just a little. You saw the small bonbons decorated elegantly inside the box when he opened it.

"It is usually the woman who would give the chocolates to the man she chooses not the other way around." It was a desperate excuse not to take them, but you knew that it was all useless.

When you saw his smile widen a little more, you knew he thought that was a lame excuse too. "Well, I thought that it would be better for me to do it seeing that my wife is rather forgetful at times too busy to find time for small events like these." He said gently.

"I just want a moment with my lovely wife who has been alone after all this time." You flinched when you felt something solid touch your lips as the faint smell of sweetness reach your nose.

"What..." You tried to pull away however Ayato's fingers that were holding the chocolate continued to follow your lips. Tilting his head he chuckled at your flustered state, "Why it is only proper for me to spoil my wife myself sometimes."

"...This is unnecessary."

"But I want to do so and surely you are not gonna deny your husband's wish are you?" You looked at the chocolate and then at the man who forced you into this situation smiling happily at you, patiently waiting. You knew that you won't be leaving this room unless you follow his whims so you hesitantly opened your mouth letting the chocolate fall into your mouth. "That's good."

"This pin would look lovely on you dear." Ayato raises his hand to touch the clip that was on your hair. "It goes well with your kimono." Taking out another chocolate he places it on your lips as you finished eating the first one. You were about to say something to stop but he didn't let shushing you as he plops another chocolate into your mouth. You felt almost like a child because of his actions as you forced yourself to bite the chocolate again.

"We have been married for 3 months now, I have been a little busy as of late so I wasn't able to be by your side for the most part. I apologize." He grabbed another chocolate looking at the small bonbon deep in thought. You wonder what he was thinking, to be honest, he shouldn't have to apologize as you did prefer him to be busy. The more he was busy the more time you didn't have to be with him.

"?!" You watched Ayato move the chocolate closer to his lips thinking that he was going to eat it only to be taken back when you saw his kissing the chocolate between his fingers. His eyes looked at you, something was there in them that you choose to ignore and look away from him to the other side of the room.

"But I should be less busy now. All the important things have been done and the more minor things can either be pushed back or someone else could take over." You understood what he was talking about and you dreaded it. Moving your face to face him Ayato placed the chocolate right on your closed lips. "Say ahh, dear."

You didn't have a choice.

"There.. that's good." Ayato chuckled at your reluctance but continued to feed you chocolates as he started to talk about work and how easy it was to catch the nobles who planned to go behind his back. His voice which was once so clear and annoying started to grow blurry as you tried your best to focus on eating the chocolates that he would slowly place into your mouth. It was hard to focus as heat surged into your body, and cold sweat started to form on your back. What's wrong with you...

One more chocolate was about to be placed into your mouth as you opened it to accept the fingers holding it yet it stopped before it could place the chocolate in. You squint impatiently waiting for the chocolate as you look up at Ayato wondering why had he not given you the chocolate yet.

The chocolate that was close to your lips slowly pulled away and placed back into the tray much to your dismay as you almost snapped at your husband for the fact that he would not feed you the chocolates only to be silenced when his hand reached for your cheek cupping it as his eyes expressed concern.

"My dear, your face is red. Do you have a fever?" Ayato asked as he watched you panting, unable to handle the heat his cool hand felt almost like a luxury when he touch your cheek. You looked at his hand and wondered what he had put on the chocolate to make you like this yet you could not pull away from his hand leaning to it as if you have found comfort in it.

You looked up towards Ayato's face seeing his face flushed red, looking so seductively at you amused at your expression. His lips curled in an amused smile as he looked at your lightly parted mouth.

"What an adorable wife you are."

[transmasccofee]

Terusai is real to me Idc idc idc theeyre real and true and i am so sad I miss them already uuuuuuuufhfrfuhnfbdudhubg

IMFINOSHED THE MANGA IMNEED TO CRY FOREVER AND EVER UUUUUUUUU

[freshabogados]

Wicked Fates | Lead the Willing

Summary: You didn't expect that night to change your life. But the fates had other plans. Matt Murdock aka The Devil of Hell's Kitchen shared his secret with you and now you had to guard it with your life.

Pairing: Daredevil x gn!reader

Tags: angst, TW! descriptions of panic attack, lazy day read, microscopic amount of fluff, daredevil trying to act mysterious backfires

You can read the previous chapters here.

You were stranded in the middle of Times Square. You could hear jackhammers drilling away, accompanied by the loud clamour of taxis, businessmen, tourists, street performers, and who knows what else. Or at least that’s what it felt like when you began to wake from your sleep. Your many attempts to return to the unconscious realm were spoiled by the loud noises from the streets, so you decided to get up anyway.

Who the fuck wakes up so early on a weekend?

Groaning, you turned to your bedside table, looked at your phone, and realised that it was almost lunchtime.

Welp, I the fuck didn't.

You decided to remove yourself from bed and made your way to the medicine cabinet to take care of the mini construction project inside your head. Just as you opened the medicine box, you noticed a bruise on your wrist. The events of the night before started coming back to you, again.

The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen was here. And he was blind.

You inhaled sharply as you started replaying the events, beginning with that unfortunate night on the street. How did you end up here? How did your monotonous life suddenly turn into an action-packed Netflix show? What are you going to do now?

Too many questions began piling up in your head, worsening the headache you were trying to remedy. Shrugging those thoughts away, you popped an aspirin, cursing yourself for not having eaten anything beforehand, and gulped down a glass of water.

The bruise on your hand was beginning to hurt. You noticed that the bracelet now had a few broken rhinestones. You unclipped the bracelet and set it on the counter, hoping to fix it.

You don’t bruise easily, yet here you were, running your fingers over it delicately, hoping not to apply even the slightest bit of pressure. You recalled the words of The Masked Man just as he was leaving, “Apply some ice on it.” For a guy who wouldn’t have batted an eye before putting you into a coma, he did show some remorse for causing harm.

Maybe he isn’t that dangerous?

You did as he suggested and decided that thinking about everything that led to last night wasn’t going to help you in any way. You chose to distract yourself with chores instead—you had a busy week and hadn’t done laundry or cleaned the house. What’s a better distraction than listening to a podcast and cleaning?

You spent the rest of the day cleaning and organising your kitchen and bedroom. You wanted to reorganize everything but that would make you too tired, so you decided to stop yourself and decided to make pasta for linner. You loved pasta, you could eat it any time of the day and after the day you just had that's all you needed...especially last night.

NOPE! We are not going there.

By dusk, you were exhausted, you were craving for a warm bath with lavender oil. So that’s what you did.

After your warm bath, you felt slightly more at ease. The ache in your head had dulled, and the events of the previous night, which had kept playing in an annoying loop, seemed a little less daunting. You curled up on your couch with a can of Bonbon, scrolling through your laptop, trying to find something interesting to watch but not really focusing on the contents on the screen.

The city’s noise outside your window was still a constant hum, but now it felt more like a lullaby than an intrusion. You were finally coming back down from the highs of the previous night.

But that wasn’t going to last much longer.

As the evening turned darker, an uneasy feeling began creeping back into your mind. You couldn’t shake the sense that something was off, that someone was watching you. Every creak of the rusty fire escape, every gust of wind against the windows, made your heart race a little faster. You tried to brush it off, convincing yourself that you were just being paranoid after everything that happened.

You ditched your laptop and chose to doomscroll on your phone, into the night. You needed to distract yourself from this paranoia.

You were consumed by the videos of a soap-maker, only to be brought back into reality when the lights went off.

Great! a power cut was exactly what I needed right now!

You turned on your flashlight and went into the kitchen to try and find some candles. Having no luck, you went into your bedroom to fetch the fancy candles and finally put them to use.

You lit the candle and placed it on the coffee table when a gust of wind blew the flame out. Grumbling with annoyance, you leaned in to light the candle again when a surge of awareness flooded you.

The window was closed when I left.

You froze, the matchbox slipping from your fingers and clattering onto the floor. Your body started to tremble with fear, heart pounding loud enough for you to hear it, your eyes darted to all corners of the room in hopes of finding the man who had left you with more questions than answers.

You saw a shadow move towards you from your periphery. Staggering, you turned towards the figure. Your breath caught in your throat as panic began to set in. The memories of the last encounter flooded your mind—the fear, the uncertainty, the bruise on your wrist that still throbbed under the skin. You stumbled back from the figure dressed in all black, your vision blurring as your head spun. The room seemed to tilt around you, and the walls began closing in.

Before you could think, before you could react, your body betrayed you. The world around you faded to black as you felt yourself falling, the last sound you heard being the distant, muffled voice calling your name as everything went dark.

.....

When you finally regained consciousness, you weren’t sure how much time had passed. Your body felt heavy, as if it had been through a storm. Slowly, you became aware of your surroundings—the soft cushions beneath you, the warmth of a blanket tucked around your shoulders, and the faint scent of lavender still lingering in the air.

Disoriented, you opened your eyes to find yourself lying on your couch. The flickering candle on the coffee table cast long shadows across the room. The fear that had gripped you earlier was replaced by confusion.

How did I end up here?

As you sat up, the events leading to your fainting spell replayed in your mind. The shadow, the fear, the sudden darkness—it all rushed back, but now, instead of terror, you felt a strange sense of calm. Your gaze drifted to the window, now securely closed, then to the matchbox that had been placed neatly on the table next to the candle.

He had been here.

The realisation hits you gently, like a whisper in the night. The Devil had found you at your most vulnerable. But instead of exploiting your fear, he had taken care of you. He had tucked you into the couch, ensuring you were safe and comfortable before he left.

For someone known as the devil, he had shown an unexpected kindness. A part of you wondered if this was the same man who had been instilling fear in criminals, the same man who had left you bruised and bewildered. Nonetheless here you were, wrapped in a blanket, unharmed and oddly reassured.

You glanced around the room, half-expecting to see him lurking in the shadows, but there was no one. The apartment was silent, save for the distant thrum of the sirens in the city. A note of gratitude welled up within you, mingling with the lingering questions.

Why had he returned? What did he want from me?

But as you settled back against the couch, you decided to leave those questions for the morning. For now, you were safe and knackered. You pulled the blanket tighter around you, letting the warmth soothe the last remnants of fear.

Somehow, you knew he’d be back. And when he did, you would be ready. Ready with questions.

.....

The Devil of Hell's Kitchen was perched on your building's rooftop, carefully listening to you as you carried on with your day. You hummed a song as you typed away on your laptop. He had been waiting ever since the sun had set, waiting for the right moment to enter your apartment. His thoughts seemed to be pulled in your direction. You had seen his face, and he figured it wouldn't be too long before you mustered up the courage to talk to the police. You plagued his mind, and it was driving him insane. He needed to end this madness. The night was still young, and the Devil’s shift wouldn’t start for a few more hours, but he was growing bored just sitting there, listening to you watch reel after reel.

Is this how normal people spend their weekends?

As the minutes dragged on and his patience waned, the buzz of electricity went silent.

Power cut. Exactly what I needed.

He stealthily descended the fire escape, nudging the window and finding it unlocked. Shaking his head in disapproval, he noted how easily he could slip into your apartment—you really needed a lesson in safety. He positioned himself near the wall where he had pinned you down the previous night, grimacing at the memory of your pained whimpers. As you returned from the bedroom and lit the candle, he opened his mouth to speak, but the flame flickered out.

Fuck. The window!

He listened to your heartbeat quicken, your muscles tense, and sweat beginning to bead on your forehead. He took a few steps forward, intending to assure you that he was only here to talk. But you collapsed onto the floor before he had a chance.

Dammit, Matt!

He knelt beside you, his hands trembling slightly as he held your frame. Relief washed over him when he heard your heartbeat calm down. Gently, he lifted you into his arms, carrying you to the couch. As he tucked a blanket around you, he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. He had caused this fear, this turmoil in your life. And yet, he couldn’t stay away.

With one last glance at your direction, he turned and slipped out of your apartment as silently as he had entered, vanishing into the night. But even as he left, he knew he would return. You were now a part of his world, whether he liked it or not. And that realisation—both thrilling and terrifying—was something he couldn't escape.

Thank you for reading my work <3

Tag List: @matt-erialgirl @shedaresthedevil @star-spangled-man @mindidjarin @e-dubbc11 @1800-fight-me @alrighty-matty @elgrandeavocados @mattmurdocksdumpy @dropsofprecipitation @lovelywebber @ninacotte

[chloe-skywalker]

Really? - Kai Parker

Kai x Fem!reader (Eventually)

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,996

Summary: They call in Y/n to babysit Kai

Authors Note: I used the name Hope as a nickname. Also like shes hundreds of years old. Used Twitter in this because Kai had a twitter in the show. This is REALLY old my writing has improved SO much since I wrote this. I wrote for english class in highschool as a sophomore. The date on the paper that I turned it in on was 5/26/16. This was never typed and honestly I completely forgot about it. But I found the 9 page story in my closest. Hope you all enjoy it. This is probably one of the very first times I every wrote a piece of fanfiction. I never posted it on tumblr, I’m pretty sure. I did rewrite some parts cause like I said my writing has very much improved since this lol.

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“Ok, I did not come back to Mystic Falls to babysit some sociopath that I don’t even know!” Y/n said standing in the doorway to the livingroom. Y/n had her left hand on her hip with it pushed out to the side, and her right hand flat out pointing towards Alaric and Jo sitting on the couch together. It had been awhile since she had been in the Salvatore boarding house. “This was your idea, wasn’t it?”

“Relax, Hope. It was mine and Stefans idea. We figured you're a Hybrid plus a witch. Also you're not easily persuaded. Your best option.” Damon said, pouring himself some bourbon.

“Ha,ha,ah, NO!” Y/n said with anger filled eyes. “I don’t want to babysit the newest town problem.”

Y/n turned on her heels towards the front door, once she got there when she started to open the door Stefan appeared right in front of her. He closed the door before slinging his arm around her shoulders, walking her back to where everyone else was.

“Please do this Hope, if not for me or Damon do it for Jo, Liv and Luke. Please.” Stefan pleaded.

Considering that Kai was trying to kill his siblings, the Salvatore brothers being allies with them and not Kai, makes it more understandable why they were keeping him in their cellar or as Y/n liked to call it a dungeon.

Even though Y/n didn’t plan on coming back to Mystic Falls from New Orleans to help in their latest crisis, she would. Her father, the original Hybrid, wouldn't like it. He couldn’t bare to lose her, not his hope. That was her nickname and it stuck. Everyone calls her Hope because of it.

“Fine.” Y/n gave in, although a bit annoyed.

Y/n didn’t have anything else to do and hey, maybe this sociopath wouldn’t be that bad. She had never been one to judge without knowing the person. Her father just because his mother was unfaithful to a werewolf was judged for her actions. Y/n found that unfair.

Damon opened his mouth to speak, bringing Y/n out of her thoughts. “Ok its settled then you watch the little weasel.”

Soon enough they all left to go do what they needed to do, so Y/n  headed down to the cellar and sat against the wall. Having been told to stay close to the cellar because Kai was tricky.

Y/n went on her phone and got on twitter, not long after her phone went off with a notification for the social media app. And apparently Kai had heard it.

“You should follow me on twitter, cobrakai1972.” He said from inside the dungeon cell.

Y/n thought about it for a moment and she didn’t see anything wrong with friending him on twitter. “Ok, that was corbakai1972. Right?”

Once she heard that Y/n heard him get up and suddenly his face was behind the bars on the door. Y/n lifted her head to look at him, he looked surprised. “Wait, are you serious?”

“Yeah, why not?” she shrugged.

Kai raised his eyebrows in shock. So he decided to explain who exactly he was. “Well, I assume they told you exactly why you're babysitting me. Right? I’m the new big bad in Mystic Falls. In the prison world I kidded BonBon, multiple times. I assume she’s your friend since you are obviously friends with Damon, Stefan, Alaric, and the rest of them. Probably friends with Jo, Live and Luke as well if you're willing to protect them. They trust you enough to watch me.”

Y/n didn’t miss the way he said his sister's name with disgust, he must really want to kill her like they said. Considering he look’s 22 and Jo looks 44, Y/n took it as in prison worlds you don’t age. Also he killed Bonnie in one so you can’t die either. Damn witches are assholes.

“Well for one thing they told me their side of the story of what happened. Second thing, me and Bonnie are not friends so whatever kill her I don’t care. And yes, they are my friends I guess you could say. Third thing, trust me now that is a kinda long story. They do trust me but that took a very long time, being the daughter of the original Hybrid Klaus Mikaelson whom they trust as far as they can throw. Trust wasn’t an easy thing to earn, Especially since I’m alot like my father. They have me babysitting you because I’m a Hybrid like him as well, and a witch.” Y/n smirked at him which made him smile widely.

“So I guess that means I can’t convince you to let me out?” He asked with a cheeky grin. Y/n shook her head ‘no’ and they both laughed.

Y/n realized she liked his laugh, she didn’t think he laughs often. After a while their laughter died down they started talking about everything and nothing all at the same time. They talked for hours and at some point they had both started leaning against the cellar door. Then the object of ‘pasts’ came up.

“Kai we don’t have to. We don’t have to talk about the past or family if you don’t want to. I get it’s a touchy subject.” Y/n told him sincerely.

Kai nodded even though she couldn’t see him. “You're right we don’t, but I want to know yours and I take it that if I don’t tell you anything then you won’t tell me anything. Am I correct?”

He was right, she wouldn’t tell him if he didn’t share his. “Yes, you're right.”

Kai nodded. “Fine. My family called me an abomination and they physically and mentally abused me with magic and, not because I’m a siphoner. I can’t and couldn’t fight back. Since I couldn’t generate my own magic. My parents didn’t want me to possibly rule the coven, so they kept having kids till another set of twins was born. When twins turn 22 in our coven they merge and the winner takes both powers and becomes the leader of the coven. The other dies. When me and Jo were supose to merge they said no, I went on a rampage. They decided to let us merge but it was all a set up to send me to the prison world. One of my very own, like hell.”

Y/n felt sad for him, his parents turned him into what he was today. They made him into the sociopath, from how they treated him. It wasn’t his fault he was born a siphoner. Called an abomination in his own home growing up by the people who should’ve loved him. It was so wrong in so many ways.

Y/n wanted to lighten the mood a bit. “Wow. That's some history. Am I supposed to top that?”

“There’s more things to me than just that but some things stay secret.” Kai winked, obviously teasing her.

Y/n bit her lip and rolled her eyes at his coolness.

“Okay! Your turn.” He said excitedly through the door.

Y/n laughed before thinking where to start. “Ok, ok lets see, before and after my birth my fathers parents have been trying to kill me. And they're dead now and still try. So my father sent me away for a while. When he brought me back to live with him and our family, his siblings in New Orleans. Its not the only time I've been sent away, my father has a lot of enemies. He sent for me back when he came here and undaggered his siblings. We even have a house here. We caught up and that's when I met everyone. Lots of saving, lots of killing. But I think everything that me and my dad have been through made our bond stronger. There's more to me but you know some things stay secrets.”

Y/n heard him laugh at her copying of his words from before.

“Well I think we are pretty much tied on the who’s worse considering my parents beat me and your dad's enemies and parents keep trying to kill you. I mean at least mine let me live.” Kai let out an amused breath.

“OK well this is getting depressing.” She sighed

“Agreed.” He said

Then suddenly Damon’s name lit up Y/n’s phone with a text.

[ Hey won’t be back for a couple more hours. Please keep watching him.]

Y/n scoffed, fully annoyed she’d already been here for 5 hours.

“What?” Kai asked, having heard her scoff and seen the annoyance on her face.

“Damon’s going to be even longer.” Y/n was officially pissed. Y/n thought for a moment and then a brilliant idea popped into her head. “You know if I have to watch you why does it have to be here?” She smirked michevously up at the breunette.

“What do you have in mind?” He questioned.

“If I have to watch you I’m not going to do it here.” Y/n stated.

“Wasn’t that the point?” Kai questioned.

“So?” She shrugged. “His text didn’t say it had to continue here.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s not what he meant but I won’t stop you.” Kai smirked at her idea, completely ready to be free from his cell.

Y/n didn’t need a key since she was hundreds of years old witch.

 “They're gonna be pissed when they find out.” He told her as he stepped out the doorway.

“They can’t and don’t know how to kill me. And my father plus Aunts and Uncles wouldn’t let them lay a finger on me.” She rolled her eyes.

So the two of them walked upstairs when Kai spoke up. “So you really want to hang out with me?”

“Of course.” she nodded but when she looked over at Kai he seemed relieved. “Did you think I would say no?”

He scratched the back of his head looking to the floor.

“Kai” Y/n looked at him and stepped in front of him reaching up to hold his face in her hands. “After everything we just talked about, and me letting you out, why would I not want to hangout with you?”

Y/n leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. Kai couldn’t believe he might’ve actually found a friend.

“You mentioned your name when we talked. How if they named you Mlachia then they must have expected you to be evil. When I look in your eyes I don’t see evil, I see a boy that doesn’t know what love is.” Y/n looked into his eyes. Kai saw no malice, no hatred. She cared about him.

“You don’t know me. Not really.” He shook his head not believing that she could care about him.

“I don’t. But I’d like to.” She smiled warmly at him. Y/n lifted her shoulders smiling looking into his eyes. “Who knows, maybe you can change. I’m not saying to stop killing, I’m just saying maybe not kill everyone. People might see you differently.”

Kai laughed at the last part, it was probably true. “No one’s gonna ever see me differently. No one will ever see me as redeemed.”

Kai looked down actually feeling sad about that. No one would ever give him a chance. He’d never be forgiven.

“Hey, you want to know why my dad and everyone calls me Hope?” Y/n asked, she was gonna tell him anyway but luckily he nodded so she continued. He didn’t just nod though he also raised an eyebrow and made a look that made Y/n laugh. “He calls me Hope, because I’m his hope. His hope to be better, his hope of redemption. Maybe I can be your hope to.”

Kai smiled nodding along. “Maybe.”

With that they officially left the Salvatore boarding house to go have some freedom and fun.

Taglist: @padawancat97

[sweetpandorabox]

Lost Sweater - Fred Weasley x Female Reader (One Shot)

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⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎…⋙

Synopsis: Your boyfriend Fred has been looking for a specific sweater that his mom knitted him and gifted to him during Christmas last year but he couldn't seem to find it, due to its cold bold blue color he adores wearing it a whole lot, especially during cold wintery months such as these, with no luck finding it he turns to you his girlfriend of 1 year only to find that you've been wearing it all along.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Female Reader

Story Setting: This fanfiction is set in your 5th year of Hogwarts during the Order of the Phoenix.

Warnings⚠️: None this one is pure fluff.

A/N : Hey sexy it's Angel here, this week I've decided to write a super short one-shot for all of you, I'll be sure to make one of these for at least all of the Harry Potter boys and girls because it's super easy, and don't require a lot of time, anyways enjoy love you. xx

Word Count : 937

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"Oh, bloody hell where is it! Fred muttered as he trashed his whole wardrobe going nuts for his favorite cobalt blue sweater with a notable golden 'F' being knit into it, George shook his head towards Fred adding a facepalm motion into his own forehead, "Mate how can you lose your favorite sweater? mom made you that last year and you wear them all the time" George added as Fred gave in. "Sigh...I've looked everywhere in this room, maybe I've left it somewhere maybe it's in the common room?... but I know I brought it with me from home" he murmured cleaning up the messy state of his wardrobe back into order. George chuckled at his frustration, "How about you wear one of the older ones you have, maybe the green ones?" he suggested leaning his back into their shared room doorframe.

Fred gives in another sigh before nodding and putting on his older navy green sweater that he's grown out of due to his height now, but he simply went with it and puts another layering jacket over the top to keep himself nice and warm. "Well I'm heading off to see my girlfriend, I'm supposed you're going to do the same huh?" George asked knowingly, Fred gives him a nod as he puts on his shoes, "Well alright then tell Y/N I said hi...I'll see you later at dinner" he mentioned leaving the door open as he leave, "Will do" Fred shouted loud enough for him to hear. Fred made his way to your dorm room still upset about his favorite sweater and couldn't help but retrace his steps when he was wearing them, but his brain was foggy he couldn't remember anything which frustrates him even more.

He finally made it into your shared dorm room, you promise him that the girls will be out doing something together and won't be back for an hour so you and Fred can cuddle for a bit before you both head out to your usual ritual of butterbeer and exploding bonbons by the lake, celebrating the weekend before Monday makes its way back through the week. 'Knock...Knock' as the sound of your wooden door echoed inside, "Oh that must be Freddie" you muttered happily, "Come in" you let out continuing to put on mascara in between your lashes by the mirror you have above your dressing table. He entered your room and closed the door behind him, "Hey beautiful how are you?" Fred asked not paying much attention to you as he takes off his scarf, beanie, and outer coat.

"Hello love I'm alright how about you?" you asked excitedly as you finished your makeup look and made your way towards Fred as his back faces you, it was a perfect opportunity for a hug from behind so you did just that. He smiles at your actions and turned around finally paying attention to you. "I'm alright as well lo-" he paused scanning you up and down, his much shorter girlfriend in her lacy underwear and a giant cobalt sweater with a golden F being knit into it topping it off with a messy bedhead-like hair. Fred blushed furiously as if red paint had made itself paint a streak straight across his face with no warning. "Babe, when did you steal that sweater? I've been looking all over the place for it... it's my favorite one" Fred asked with a slight smile on his face, you pout and looked up at him, "I-I'm sorry I saw it laying around your bed last week when I was over at your dorm room and I was cold so I took it without asking. And I never had a sweater like this one before, it's comfy and it has a giant letter, presenting the first alphabet of your name, it's rather special really" you pleaded to hope your tall ginger boyfriend would spare you from his anger.

Fred chuckled lightly at your response, "Love if you wanted a sweater just like mine you could've just asked me, mom would be more than happy to knit you one this Christmas...I bet she already did she loves you, and she thinks you're the perfect match for me because you tone down my quirky personality and you can bake.... what more could I want?" Fred mentioned still warping his arm around your waist lovingly, your face lit up with excitement. "Really? she'd do that for me? knit me my own personal sweater like this one?" you wondered as your eyes sparkled with joy, Fred chuckled louder at your response, "Well of course but for now, you can wear this one, but it's incredibly baggy on you" he touched the blue sweater watching as the hem hits around your upper thigh area which puts a smile on his face, after a bit of staring Fred couldn't resist your lips, there something about them that drives him and forced a feeling of desires to kiss it every time and so he did.

He pulled you in by the waist close to his leaving no gaps in between the both of you, he uses his pair of chocolaty brown eyes to stare deep into your soul with a smile so enthralling you often wondered to yourself if this boy was truly real at times, and before you know it he'd managed to pick you up with his strong hands and kiss you passionately that soon becomes hungry, leading Fred into landing you softly on your bed breaking the kiss leaving the both of you into a fit of giggle like young children at the park.

[sundove88]

Can ya headcanon info dump the all of the Choco Cookies?

Dark Choco:

Considering that he was nearly starved to death by Dark Enchantress (He and the other Cookies of Darkness were only given small amounts of food a day), he earned the right to be chonky and full of food.

When he was a small cookie, he always dreamed of having his own horse to ride on. Fast forward to the present and now he has his own therapy horse named Heaven!

He was banished to The Cookie Kingdom as punishment for his actions, but grew to actually like his banishment and decided to serve the rest of it doing community service.

Pink Choco:

She’s good friends with Astronaut, Milky Way, Space Doughnut, Stardust, and even Xylitol Nova! She often spends a lot of time in space.

She is part of an astral organization dedicated to protecting Earthbread from beyond the planet.

Some of her favorite hobbies are making chocolates for her friends and going on adventures across the Galaxy.

Mint Choco:

He often teaches others how to play instruments alongside Creme Brûlée. He taught Cocoa to play the piano one time!

Speaking of which, he also makes for an excellent dance partner whenever he’s not playing music- he knows how to waltz and to boogie down.

He often stops by Herb’s greenhouse to look for new inspiration for his songs, as well as to decorate his new venues with.

White Choco:

She’s one of a handful of cookies who are of mixed heritage- She is of Hollyberrian and Dark Cacaoan origin!

She is good friends with Raspberry, Raspberry Mousse, Rose, Blueberry, Bumbleberry, and Cranberry- she even owns a Chantilly Shiba Inu!

Her favorite treat has to be Bingsu with a mixed berry syrup- which is a culinary fusion of her heritages!

Chess Choco:

They often finish their sentences- just like every twin does, considering that they are!

They often make macarons together and share them with the Cookies of Darkness, because they really do have hearts of gold.

They have an entire closet dedicated to dress up costumes, and this often ensures that they don’t get bored on rainy days.

Buttercream Choco:

He is the father of Cheesecake, which makes her of Golden Cheesian and Dark Cacaoan origin, just like Butter Pretzel Cookie.

He is super supportive of his daughter’s endeavors, especially when it comes to planning parties for the masses.

He’s incredibly wealthy and always uses his money for the greater good; such as donating to The Creme Republic’s sea cookies.

Chocolate BonBon:

One of her most treasured works is a beautiful ballgown (It was a Hanbok but purple and with Dark Cacaoan elements) she designed for Queen ChocoPearl so she could attend a prestigious event.

Her favorite part of making dresses has to be the last stitch, when everything leading up to that moment all comes together.

She carries around an emergency sewing kit in case anyone’s clothes get ripped or torn.

Choco Ball:

He always carries around a pack of gummies to share with his teammates whenever things get heated.

He’s starred in a LOT of energy drink commercials, some of which date back to when he was new to the team!

He always gets invited to his sister’s movie premieres. And that’s saying something!

Choco Bar:

She’s the big sis of Choco Ball, and loves to go to his soccer games whenever she has free time.

She always gives constructive criticism and ensures that the cast she works alongside can have a great time filming.

One of her premiere dresses was made by Chocolate BonBon! And she keeps it in a very special area of her wardrobe.

Dark Cacao:

After Episodes 13-14, he often goes around to each village disguised as an old man so he can learn about their cultures more.

Some of his favorite telenovelas and K-Dramas happen to be ones based on olden day legends and famous folktales.

Considering that he has nightmares (This is due to The Dream Express event), one of the more common ones is losing his entire family to the darkness. Again.

ChocoPearl:

During Episode 13, she had a gut feeling that she HAD to return to her people and be there for them- She ended up being right, as The Cookies of Darkness were trying to take over The Black Citadel.

She slapped Pomegranate without remorse for “Corrupting The Love of my Life” and “Corrupting My Son”, aka her husband and Dark Choco. Think of that scene from Coco.

She knows which herbs are suitable for medical treatment, and the ones which are not safe to consume. And she keeps a small satchel of them under her skirt at all times.

[wariofranchisefanblog]

I am in a major Wario’s Woods mood and mentioned I may write down my concepts of how I’d do a sequel fic and yep, doing just that now.

Not sure if I’ll ever pursue it, but I did want to at least muse a bit about how I’d imagine a follow-up. Trying to make it fit with how we know the characters now, while also adding things relevant to my interests.

One of the big concerns for it is how to justify Wario as the villain, since he has long stopped being a pure antagonist and the answer is quite simple:

Rudy.

When Rudy returned in Dr. Mario 64, he was significantly shrunk and generally portrayed as more vulnerable than in Wario Land 3, down to catching a cold. This is where personal interpretation and headcanon come in, as I imagine him to have lost a lot of his power, following his defeat at Wario’s hands and naturally, he wants that back.

Naturally, there needs to be a reason the peaceful woods tie into this, so I imagine the Sprites of the forest guarding a treasure containing the power Rudy needs to restore himself to his old strength. 

How to find it though? Wario. Making sure Wario learns of there being a treasure, he catches him off guard and brainwashes him to use his literal nose for treasure to uncover it. The brainwashing part being to ensure Wario in his greed doesn’t somehow accidentally set that power free in a way that puts it to waste. 

To aid him and ensure that they are uninterrupted, he let’s Wario hire his old minions from both versions of Wario’s Woods:

Who I imagine as a WarioWare type company of misfits, only instead of making games, they’re goons for hire, for shady business, with Katsini as the head of the company. They note Wario seems odd compared to last time they saw him, but business is business.

So they invade the peaceful woods and imprison the sprites which, for some nice callbacks, include the elder and Alice from the Comic BonBon adaptations of Mario & Wario and Wario’s Woods.

One sprite gets away though and it’s the one who aided Toad in Woods. She is never identified as anything but a Sprite in the manual, however both KC Mario and Kun go with her being Wanda:

So I go with that too, she even shares the same species name, so it checks out.

Wanda travels to the Mushroom Kingdom for help, however, Mario, Luigi and Peach are currently out to visit another kingdom, so the only one left for her to ask, that she knows, is Toad.

She isn’t really worried though, given he helped her in the past and while timid about it, he agrees and the two head off. That said, they are followed by someone and anyone who knows me can imagine who that is:

Yep, Kinoppe. 

I just love her a lot and I like interpreting her as someone who was always around, just never seen, since she is more of a civilian that only accidentally gets involved in adventures, but this time joins in on purpose, excited to see her personal hero Toad in action.

She very much takes Birdo’s role, being a look-out for when Wario tries to mess with things, which thanks to Rudy’s involvement, can even be justified as something like magic, with Wario peeking in to see how the intruders are doing.

Much like Birdo with her encouraging words, Kinoppe also serves as emotional support. 

A thing with Mario characters is that how they act can fluctuate depending on their role. Peach has had maaaaany very helpless depictions as a damsel, despite clearly being capable as many other games show as well, down to having her own adventures.

For this I characterize Toad as timid, but brave. Afraid, but ready to step up and do the right thing. That said he deals with insecurities and not knowing how to deal with the pressure of being seen as a hero. It’s nothing new to Mario, but for Toad, being the sole main hero and subject of Wanda’s belief in him and Kinoppe’s admiration of him, is something very foreign to him and he doesn’t know how to handle that yet.

Also gives an excuse for just a biiiit of teasing.

It’s not something that ever comes up on the blog, since Wario to me isn’t the character or series for it, but I do have a lot of interest in romance and a more gentle character like Toad is a nice means to sprinkle a little of that in.

Anyways, the trio adventure through the woods with many shenanigans happening, using the locations from SNES Wario’s Woods like the mountain area as a base. Along the way they face off against the bosses, with the SNES opponents being moreso mooks, while the NES ones are the big bosses.

Eventually they make it to Wario, who has found the treasure and is acting highly strange, being a mix of his Land onward power-set and looking and acting more deranged, like in his Super Mario Land 2 debut.

After a hard battle, Wario is freed from his possession, but unfortunately, Rudy has gotten a hold of the treasure and restored his power, using it to turn all the Sprites, even Wanda, into monsters like in Land 3.

When all seems lost Toad and Wario team up to take down Rudy, with the latter being more than happy to get some payback and the two take him out, breaking the curse he tried to unleash again and sending him packing.

With that, the day is saved. Toad is a hero, Rudy is chased off by the Woods bosses and Wario sneaks off with the now depowered treasure and nobody minds, since he did nothing intentionally wrong this time and the reason for them to guard it is now gone.

That’s the basic gist of it. Not sure if I ever will make it a fic, but I do want to expand on it.

I considered several other characters for inclusion, particularly Waluigi, Birdo, Toadette and the Ware crew as other possible mind control victims, but figured I’d be better off avoiding cluttering the cast too much.

[tigertaurus22]

The actions and intentions behind her past incarnations haunt her.

But Winnifred Fazbear isn’t like them. In terms of make, model, and upbringing.

She’s determined to carry on the Fazbear Legacy in a positive light, while acknowledging its controversial past.

Even when that past somehow manifests in the present

I think you can tell who’s who but just in case:

In the center is Winnifred (my OC and a special model of persocom commissioned by Fazbear Entertainment)

Directly above her is the OG Freddy Fazbear. He’s the father figure to Toy Freddy and Glamrock Freddy.

To her left is Funtime Freddy. Bonbon is not there anymore. He’s like the weird uncle.

Above him is Golden Freddy/Fredbear, the grandpa of the family, and above him is Nightmare. He’s a shadow creature that follows Fredbear around.

To Winnie’s right is Glamrock Freddy. He is her mentor and father figure.

Above him is Toy Freddy. He respects and admires his predecessors and is excited to meet the newest members.

I decided to design them all wearing black suits instead of ones colored to match their hair. I think it’s a nice aesthetic.

[kerubimcrepin]

Episode 44 - My Papycha, the Secondhand Dealer (Part 1)

I'm very normal about this episode, but thankfully, all the writings to translate will probably distract me from the need to gush about Kerubim and Joris's love for one another.

The text on the left says "PAPYCHAT!". Usually, "!" means "M" in Amaknean, but I think Joris is just very enthusiastic.

The text on the right says "BROCANTE". It means "secondhand store". Also, there's a kama there. Cute :)

"HACHE" (axe) and "BONG" (??????????????????????????????????...probably onomatopoeia for the sound that contraption he drew makes.

Doesn't make Joris writing "bong" any less funny.)

A literal bear has entered a literal china shop. Warning, warning!

To my memory, this is one of the two times old Kerubim cries during the series, the first time being when he thinks Joris will be stuck for the rest of his life in the Heads for No Tails restraint.

I think he should be legally allowed to kill that pandawa guy.

I do think he loves them, but also, something tells me, a vase that took 20 years to make probably costs an amount of money that I don't even want to fucking imagine.

"VIEUX VASE" (old vase)

WHEN WILL JORIS'S REIGN OF EVIL END? Did he steal that piece?!

Though, it seems that even without it, the vase was still restored, — because, judging from all the cracks on it, the photo was taken after The Incident. I guess this story has a happy ending, despite the missing piece.

Photo of the clock: "REVEIL" (alarm, waking up) Bottle 1: "ELIXIR" Bottle 2: "BONBON" (candy) Bottle 3: "MIEL" (honey)

(the clock itself reads "5AM". Maybe Kerubim's alarm. I doubt he makes Joris, who isn't in education, wake up so early. Or maybe Joris wakes up at 5AM and then goes back to sleep. That would be the funnier possibility.)

This action will have consequences.

DO YOU SEE WHAT I TOLD YOU ABOUT JORIS AND HIS NEED FOR ROUTINES AND HATING BEING TOLD TO GO TO SLEEP?

It's obvious that Kerubim is just trying to get him to stop asking, Joris knows that, — and it's generally always why he's being asked to go to sleep early.

The text says: "PIERRE MAGI(Q)UE" (magic stone), with "Q" (::) being accidentally replaced by "N" (:)

Joris's guesses for this thing are: "Is this a ball?", "Is this a thing to do sport with to get muscles?", "Is this a geode?" and "Is this an egg?"

Truly, he is a dedicated thinker.

"VIDE GRENIER" (attic sale)

The first two vinyls say "GUST PRODUCTION" and "SADGUIRAM#2" respectively, while the third one says "ROMAIN".

The existence of vinyls also implies the existence of bands and their fans. We already know that, and all, but this still means a lot.

I wonder if slavery has always been a thing in the World of Twelve, or if it came back in style after centuries of being out of style only in Waven. Love their nonchalant response to it, too.

Chances are, this is just normal.

SEE WHAT I MEAN WHEN I TELL YOU JORIS IS A NIGHT OWL? He is NOT good at being awake early.

I also am beginning to suspect Kerubim is a morning person, unlike Joris. hdfkghsdgf.

Kerubim makes buying things a sort of a game for them to play together, to educate Joris on how to be a salesman in the future and continue their family business, but in the process pretty much hugs him and also look at Joris's face and then hand on shoulder car door man hook car and and um and [CAR CRASH] [GLASS SHATTERING] ‘GOOD LORD!’ [GENERAL COMMOTION] [BABY CRYING] ‘WAAAAH WAAAAH’ [YELLING] [POLICE SIRENS] WEEWOO WEEWOO [HELICOPTERS] ‘WE’RE REPORTING LIVE-‘ [EXPLOSION] ‘MY LEG… MY LEG…’

Yeah I'm okay./ (starts foaming.)

"LUIS"

Joris... I have some amazing news from the future. You'll never guess.

At heart, Kerubim is an optimist, and Joris is a pessimist, and they've always been that way, even as kids. I think it's cute that they both have these contrasting characteristics, and that they've had them their whole lives.

It makes them both really like each other, — but also, probably makes them annoy each other to death, across the 600 years of coexistence.

[biteofcherry]

….but not many are eager to repeat it

I am still shocked by this! I feel like this is so telling how strong and resistant Cherie is!

Cherrie is a brave, ferocious kitty who wants to climb the biggest, scariest tree. And then makes her home on it 😌😂

Speaking of kitties, do you know how each submissive would react to finding a tiny kitty stuck on a tree?

Darling would go straight to Steve, because Steve is big and skilled and he will save the kitty (and she'd get to admire his body in action) 🔥

Birdie and Bonbon are smart and capable, so they would find a ladder and do their best to rescue the cat. If a ladder, or anything reliable isn't at hand then they would go find their Doms.

Pumpkin and Fawn are the ones who would impulsively try to help the furball themselves without proper tools, but as long as the chair put on a garden table doesn't wobble too much, they are using it as their method of climbing.

Now Cherie is so going to be climbing that tree herself and then be all 🥺 when Ari is so fucking displeased when bearing scraps and cuts she presents him with a tiny meowing kitten, admitting that she climbed the tree without any belaying.

[bluebird-in-a-cagedrawing]

This is a filler part of the comic, it has nothing to do with the actually action... I made it for fun as a break...

Filler 1- Amstran the moon dancer (A nightmare in pieces)

(it will have 3 more diferent fillers with this)

Panel 1

Felix Reddison:"Be careful with that packet, we should move it to the west wing... Bring the others, this should be going to the charity donation..."

Donut:"What is going on here? Where can i put my luggage, i also have a few new things i have bought recently."

The cigarette ghost Smoky:"Maybe room 113-C would be better, let me help you move in it..."

Red the fortune teller:"Donut, it's good to see you, later we will have a show where I will predict the future and read tarrots cards, you must be there."

Donut:"This room is perfect, oh this is a huge mirror in the middle of it..."

Lumboo the light ghost:"Yes, it hasn't been occupied for at least 17 years by now...

Yan-naifu the ghost:"I got you some more new blankets, this room gets cold on night, it has always been like this."

Amstran the moon dancer:"Hi Donut, i just wanted to see the new room, um...Do you need anything else, i see there aren't any cupboards for clothes... In our room is one small that me and Hester the photo marksmen can lift it up and move it here."

Luna the moon demon:"Amstran the moon dancer watch it... It was only a rat."

Donut:"Is everything alright? I heard some strange...noises...Who is she?"

Fem Amstran the moon dancer:"Yo-yo bitches, call ma Nana*... Where is the party?"

Amstran the moon dancer:"Oh no... What have i done?"

Nana*:Why the look, ugh, smells like depression... Ah, damn, where is the beer?"

Felix Reddison:"Amstran the moon dancer, this can not continue like this... We must resolve this problem! Watch it, not the carpet..."

Lumboo the light ghost:"We have to catch your female version Amstran the moon dancer, she fried the electrical circuit at least three times already!"

Trisha the hour glass:"I sense it was a problem, new faces i see...we have to get this reflection of yours back into the mirror..."

Panel 5

Amstran the moon dancer:"The mirror i broke it..."

Le souris bonbon neige:"Oh no, that means 7 years of bad luck!"

Trisha the hour glass:"I'm afraid only the local keeper can help you now, there might be another mirror somewhere, it's sister!"

Hester the photo marksmen:"Let's not waste any more time come on...we shouldn't play with our reflections..."

Donut:"Hello, is anyone here? This place gives me such a bad vibe...and it's cold just like in the palace..."

Trisha the hour glass:"Deep breath, my dear, it will pass...This place is worst than i remember..."

Hester the photo marksmen:"Look at all these mirrors, i see my younger self in here..."

The owner of the shop:"Oh i see you found my favorite ones...Let me guess you need a replacement."

Donut:"How do you know so much about us? Do you know what every customer wants?"

Amstran the moon dancer:"Well, sir... We need the twin sister of the mirror, the one which gives you your female or male version..."

The owner of the shop:"Ah, yes... such a lovely mirror, It was bought many years ago by the grandfather of the actual motel owner. If you ask me those can be a gift or a big pain somewhere, it will be yours for 2471 z.i.o, so anything else you would like?Ialso have those lovely paintings, makes such a cute gift, half the price and no curse on them?"

Nana*:"I love those colorfull fishes, they are so free, I wish I Was a fish..."

Donut:"The fishes around here are beautiful and simple, it's a beautiful fountain... Look, i know how that feels, but it's time for you to move on..."

Luna the moon demon:"lt would be good for all of us and Amstran the moon dancer too... It was just an accident."

Amstran the moon dancer:"Come on, sister... Let's go... But before that for this to work what would you like?"

Nana*:"Wait, before you send me back, i just want something!"

Trisha the hour glass:"That would be? lt better not be something we can't afford. "

Nana*:"Well, you said yourself that i have to go with an agreement, so i want a big partyyyy, that will shake this motel!"

Felix Reddison:"Absolutely not! You already killed a room and ruin at least five carpets with who knows what drink."

Le souris bonbon neige:"Come on it can't be that bad, i will be the DJ, i have some electronic music."

Felix Reddison:"Oh, ok fine...We didn't have a party for such along time...Ok...I am in! And also to save my flowers!"

Nana*:"Drink up... What's up party peooopleee?! Make some noise!"

Luna the moon demon:"Do i really need to be here?"

Nishya the dream cat:"So we have the artistic moment where we sing each other a song, want to start it?"

Nana*:"Yeahh, i will go first... Check this out, only for you freestyle bitches... Let's make some noiiise!!"

Le souris bonbon neige:"This better be good, i did not knew my cousim Amstran the moon dancer has this hidden passion."

Panel 10

Nana*:Well, i guess this is goodbye... I am gonna miss you all. Take care... And you, Amstran the moon dancer, i am happy i was your feminine gender part."

Luna the moon demon:"Can you just already leave? Sorry, but i really don't like this tear jerk scene."

Nishya the dream cat:"That is just Luna the moon demon, you were a great girl to have around, party girl!"

Donut:"Goodbye Nana..."

Nana*:"Bye, see you later bitches!"

...

The next filler will be called İce İce mouse, so yes, if Le souris bonbon neige your favorite, join us in this filler as well...

The 29 part will be posted at 20 pm/8 pm Europe time zone + or - if you are in Europe, example for Poland and France: the time will be 7 pm/19 pm 😅 Don't know when yet 😅

Thank you for your support!

Donut belongs to @caprin-mallow

[francepittoresque]

LÉGENDE | Les sabots de Noël du petit Wolff ➽ http://bit.ly/Sabots-Noel-Wolff Lorsque le jeune Wolff, orphelin recueilli par son exécrable tante, sort de la messe de minuit ponctuant la veillée de Noël et découvre sous le porche de l'église un enfant transi de froid, il lui cède un de ses sabots afin qu'il ne soit pas oublié dans la distribution des jouets et bonbons, sans se douter combien de sa bonne action il sera le lendemain récompensé...

[total-drama-takes-takes-2]

tta episode 1

Somewhere in Toronto, Canada, TV show host Chris McLean steps out of a first-class trailer onto an empty film lot. The sun is shining, the pigeons are nesting, the camera crew is already tired of listening to him complain about the wind ruining his hair. 

It's a beautiful morning, especially for Chris- after the hit revival of Total Drama Island made it to the Donnie's, studio execs renewed Total Takes for two brand new seasons, raking in the cash and notoriety from the new cast of teens on old stomping grounds.

Now, they're back- fourteen competitors with nothing to lose but their dignity, stuck for another six weeks of hell. Chris beams as the director gives him his cue.

“Last season on Total Takes Island: twenty-two teens battled it out over eight weeks for a grand prize of one million dollars, fighting off wildlife, food poisoning, and each other! Michael and McLovin made it to the final two in an ultimate battle of the exes, but only one walked out victorious. Fourteen of those campers are coming back, right here to this brand-spanking-new film lot for another, all-exclusive chance to win the big million, on Total! Takes! Action!”

---

A dilapidated bus rolls into camp, stopping with a lurch and a screech. The doors squeak open and a very tired-looking O steps out, yawning. He’s followed by a finely dressed, pink-haired magical girl-esque gentleman. 

“Didn’t sleep well?” Fren asks. O shakes his head. 

“The bumps, man. Who knew the road to Toronto was so jumpy,”

A blue-haired girl dressed in a parka follows, also looking exhausted. She rubs her eyes. “Yeah, that wasn’t the road,” she says before carrying herself and her bags out of the bus. 

Three boys follow, arms over each other's shoulders. They bounce with every step, causing the bus to tremble while they laugh without a care in the world. Michela stands beside O and glares at the three- Sha-Mod, McLovin, and Joner- as they hover in the doorway. 

Scary, a ginger in a lab coat- shoves the boys and they land on the pavement in unison with a thud. She rolls her eyes and turns to drag a few large, heavy bags out. 

Fren nudges O. “Whaddya suppose those’re?”

“What?” O asks, looking at Michela. She shrugs. 

“Scruffy, help, please!” Scary shouts. 

Scary gasps as the other end of the bag is lifted with ease and carried out. A head of neon green hair appears as the duffel drops to the asphalt. They brush off their hands and smile. “Hey, everyone. Nice trip, huh?”

O and Michela groan. 

“Out of my way, Godless heathens!” Frollo hisses, holding out his Bible like a shield and backing away from the group. “If not for the work of that devil incarnate McLean, I would be back in my fellowship!”

“Let me guess,” Scary rolls their eyes. “Movies are-”

“A work of the devil!”

“Well, I’m stoked for this,” Joner smiles, brushing the dirt off his shorts. “Movie-watching is like, a job for me. That’s how serious I’m gonna take this season.”

“I hope there’s a car-racing challenge!” McLovin beams. “I love the [REDACTED FOR COPYRIGHT] franchise, it’s sweet!”

Sha-Mod nods along, carrying their bags to a neat spot by the dilapidated gate of the film lot, which has yet to be opened. 

“I hope there’s a romantic challenge!” Kelly chirps, dragging Austin out of a bus as he tries to take a sheet face mask off. “I just love movies about smart, sassy blondes having their dreams come true.”

Bonnie shoves a stumbling Austin out of the doorway and steps off the bus, carrying a bag slung around their shoulder. “Shocker. Let me guess, the ones where nothing of substance actually happens but everyone lives happily ever after anyway?”

“Bonbon,” Caesar follows them, holding a pair of suitcases with his initials gilded on the front. “Remember what we talked about? Being nice?”

“I am nice,” Bonnie grumbles, stepping off the bus. 

Everyone’s attention is diverted as a loud, painful screeching noise comes from the opening rusted gates of the film lot. The campers cover their ears, some dropping their bags (or friends) to do so. 

Finally, the noise subsides and Chris exits, wearing a red beret, an ascot, and sunglasses. He holds up his signature megaphone and shouts into it, forcing everyone to cover their ears again. “Welcome back, campers! Hope you all had a nice break!”

“Three days hardly counts as a break,” Fren says. Chris ignores him. 

“Nonetheless, I hope you’re all ready for a wicked new season- fourteen campers, thirteen episodes, a world of pain! You know the drill. If you’ll all direct your attention behind moi,” he says, stepping to the side to show a lot tour vehicle, Chef in the driver’s seat. “Hope aboard the Torture Express!”

The campers grumble and begin boarding with their luggage. Bonnie takes a seat next to Caesar and looks around. “Are we missing someone? I’m only counting thirteen,”

“Thoughtful of you, but I didn’t see anyone else on the bus,” Caesar says, turning around to take one last look at the decaying metal hull. The exhaust pipe coughs out a plume of sad, black smoke.

Chris sits beside Chef and the vehic;e starts up, driving into the lot. A small voice from outside the gate pulls the passengers in the back to turn. Peter runs behind the vehicle carrying his luggage and panting. 

“Um,” Bonnie yells to the front. “Man overboard!”

“Slow down!” Michela shouts. Chris and Chef grin at each other and speed up. 

Eventually, the cart comes to a halt in front of a row of different studio sets. Chris clears his throat and stands to deliver his next bit just as Peter catches up, wheezing. Bonnie and Caesar help him into the back. 

“Welcome to the set of Total Takes Action! An abandoned film lot that’ll be your new home for the next six weeks!” he gestures. A few campers ooh and ah at the massive studios. The cart starts up again and drives through a few different outdoor set pieces- though, all of them look out of sorts. 

Kelly surveys a western town set littered with props from a space movie- alien costumes with cowboy hats, spaceships in the saloon, a plywood moon embedded in the roof of the water tower. “This place could use a little touch up,” they say to Austin. “I’ve been watching a lot of organizational videos, I’d know just what to do!”

“Right groovy you would!” Austin pats their shoulder. 

“With a grand prize of a million dollars, the stakes are high- for some of you, at least,” Chris chuckles, grinning at last season’s winner behind him. “Like last season, you’ll be split into two teams, in which you will compete together during challenges. One team will win, and the other will send someone home in the Lame-o-Sine!”

Chris gestures to a sputtering, practically cobbled-together limo sitting on the side of the road by a large golden stage. 

“And this is our award ceremony center- instead of tasty treats, you’ll be receiving gilded Chris statues- except for one unlucky B-list actor, who will walk the carpet of shame,” he grins. “Since we have to stay on theme, we’ve replaced our outhouse confessional with our brand new make-up confessional!”

---

BONNIE: "This is somehow worse than the toilet,"

---

SHA-MOD: “I got real lucky getting chosen to come here with my two best friends in the whole world. Joner was a little hesitant about adding a new guy to the group, but after Michela left there was an opening and I had to take it! The interview and blood test he gave me were a little weird, but anything to be one of the guys!”

---

MICHELA: “Okay, yeah, this is super corny, and I miss Max like crazy, but… while I’m here, I might as well win, right?”

---

Frollo stares into the camera for a few seconds and then sighs dramatically. 

---

“And here’s our craft services tent!” Chef shouts, pointing to a cream-colored and patchy tent off to the side. A family of rats scurries out. O and Fren look at each other nervously. “You’ll be staying in some state-of-the-art trailers, too, but we’ll get to those later! Let’s team up!”

The cart stops and Chris steps out, the campers following. “O, Fren, Michael, Bonnie, Caesar, Frollo, and Peter, you six are the Foley Fujoshis! Everyone else- Kelly, Austin, Sha-Mod, Joner, McLovin, Scary, and Scruffy- you’re the Animation Anons.”

The respective teams sort themselves. A series of thick, dark red clouds roll over the lot, causing the campers to look up. 

“Now, as you might’ve guessed, this season is based on movie genres- and oh boy, did we choose some good ones,” Chris chuckles. “For your first challenge, we’ll be working with one of my personal favorite genres- the apocalypse flick.”

“Th-the what?!” O yelps. 

“You and your teams will be dodging a series of classic apocalypse scenarios in order to get to your trailers- the first player to make it there wins for their team, and the losers will be sending someone home. Ready?”

“W-wait!” McLovin starts to protest. 

“Set?”

“Where are the trailers?!” Scary shouts. 

“Action!”

The clouds rumble and a fleet of tennis-ball sized hail starts pouring over the lot. The campers scream and run in a variety of directions, covering their heads. Chris chuckles from under the shade of the cart. 

---

“Where are we going!” O shouts, his arms pelted by hail as he runs alongside Fren and Michela. 

“Well-” she yells back, using a garbage can lid to shield her body. “On the island, camp was northwest, right?”

“Where the bloody hell are we, then?!” Fren yelps as a slightly smaller ping-pong sized ice ball smacks the back of his neck. Michela shrugs. 

Frollo runs past, not even breaking a sweat. He uses his seemingly indestructible Bible as a shield, completely unbothered by the chaos. The three stare. 

---

Scary cartwheels through the storm, avoiding the hail like an action movie star dodging bullets. Scruffy trails behind her, shouting. 

“You think this is Chris’ weather machine again?!”

“Undoubtedly!” she says, almost completely unbothered. “Has your Geiger counter gotten anything so far?”

“Nope!” Scruffy shakes their head, pulling the device out from their pants pocket. “All normal- uh-oh.”

Scary stops for a second, landing on their feet and jogging backwards. The hail suddenly stops and the red clouds fade away, leaving the scene sunny, calm, and serene once again. Scruffy’s Geiger counter, however, tells a different story. 

“Time for wave 2!” Chris’ voice shouts over the speakers. 

A fleet of rounded, metallic flying objects soar overhead. Scary squints. “Are those-”

A green beam of light shoots down and disintegrates a garbage bin on the lot, leaving a pile of ashes where it once sat in the blink of an eye. 

“Alien invasion!” McLovin shrieks from afar. 

The flying saucers continue blasting and disintegrating objects at random. Joner, McLovin, and Sha-Mod jog by, all connected at the wrists. Scruffy and Scary raise their eyebrows, watching as the three run by them just to get blasted by a beam of green light and disappear. 

---

Joner, McLovin, and Sha-Mod all sit in the confessional. 

JONER: “After I became pals with these two, we made these,”

They hold up their wrists, which are connected by a chain of friendship bracelets. 

MCLOVIN: “We call them the bromate bond of eternity cuffs,”

SHA-MOD: "Name patent-pending,"

---

Joner, McLovin, and Sha-Mod's molecules quickly reform on a silver platform in the craft services tent. Chef walks over, handing each a paper bag. 

“What’re these for?” McLovin asks. 

Chef rolls his eyes. “Experimental teleportation has some… side effects,”

The three look at each other, faces turning green.

---

O and Fren run alongside each other in a beach-themed portion of the set, both shouting in terror as the green lasers disintegrate umbrella after lounge chair after beach ball. 

Fren spots a city set up ahead and points at a building. “Run for that door, mate!”

The two speed up, Fren dashing inside as a blast narrowly misses O, throwing him off course and forcing him to run in the opposite direction. The former steps through the doorway and looks around before realizing the front of the building was plywood, and he’s still outside. He sighs. 

O runs through the city and into the wild west, where Kelly and Austin are hiding beneath a chrome spaceship. The two watch the former pass, screaming in terror, and look to each other. Kelly holds a finger to their lips just as a beam vanishes the prop hiding them. 

Austin screams in pure terror as the UFO above whirs, gearing up to blast them again. 

“I got this, babe!” Kelly shouts, running to another sci-fi piece and tearing off a reflective piece of metal. They hold it over the two as the beam of light blasts them- it bounces right off the mirror. 

“Right on!” Austin shouts. Kelly smiles triumphantly. 

The beam then bounces off the side of the UFO and blasts them anyway, sending them to the craft services tent. 

---

“That’s five Anons down!” Chris’ voice blares over the speakers. “Odds are not looking good, guys!”

Bonnie smiles, nudging Caesar. “We got this,”

“Time for wave 3!”

The sky suddenly goes dark. The two blink and turn to each other as the streetlights in the city district light up green, and a heavy fog rolls in. “What the hell is this?”

Bonnie raises an eyebrow. “If I had to guess, I’d say it’s-”

Peter’s voice shrieks from afar. “ZOMBIES!”

“Alright!” Bonnie laughs, grabbing Caesar’s hand. “This’ll be a piece of cake. Let’s go find some weapons!”

“There’s my Bonbon!” 

The two dash off into the fog as Peter’s screams fade out. 

---

Scary and Scruffy walk alongside each other in the mist, both holding flimsy pieces of wood torn from the city set. They’re somewhere in a dark forest now (though the trees are clearly styrofoam and plastic). 

Fren’s screams sound in the distance and the two make nervous eye contact. 

“Geiger counter?” Scary whispers. Scruffy reads- “Nope, nothing. Chris must’ve thrown us off with the aliens on purpose,”

“Stupid Non-Disclosure Agreement,” she sighs, kicking a plastic rock aside. “I’d go public with what I was told, but now I’m not even sure if that was the truth, either.”

“Hey, we’ll figure it out,” Scruffy says, putting away their Geiger counter. “In the meantime, let’s just try to stay in the game.”

“You’re right,” Scary sighs. “I just can’t- Scruffy?”

She turns, noticing her walking partner missing. A rustling from the plastic bushes grabs her attention and she turns just in time to see a zombie pop out, forcing a scream. They kick the robot in the face and sparks fly, taking its head clean off. 

“What the-” Scary stops, inspecting the wire carnage. “Robots? Dammit!” 

He turns and runs into the woods. 

---

O creeps along a beaten-down back lot between studios, biting his fingernails and looking around him every other second. The fog makes it impossible to see even a few feet ahead, so when he inevitably bumps into a fence between two huge buildings and realizes he’s trapped, he panics. 

O tries to steady himself with some therapy tactics, breathing heavily. “Deep breaths! One, two, three, four-”

A groaning from just ahead forces him to turn back towards the ally, his back against the fence. A horde of zombies trudges up, moaning and dragging their feet. He screams in terror, backing against the chain link as they get closer. 

“Duck!”

“WHERE?!” 

He whips his head around before realizing what the voice meant and dropping to the ground. Michela swings a lead pipe blindly, knocking out two zombies. The remaining undead turns to her and edges forward, but she kicks it back and crushes the metal beast with the pipe. 

She pants, covered in a dark, viscous liquid. 

“Is that blood?” O whimpers. 

“Not unless robots bleed,” she says, offering a hand. “Come on, I think we might be the only ones left,”

---

“Alright, let’s do this!” Bonnie shouts, stepping out of the make-up confessional with a set of handmade num-chuks, face smeared with camo makeup and eyes wild. Caesar follows, carrying a tastefully constructed spiked baseball bat. He looks nervous. 

“Come at me!” they yell, running out onto the city set street and swinging their num-chuks around as the fog recedes and the sky turns blue again. “Where are you? I’ve seen enough movies to know how to take you suckers down!”

“Um, Bonbon,” Caesar taps their shoulder, and then gestures to the empty set. “There’s no one here.”

“What! But there were like… five out here a minute ago!”

The two hear a crackling sound and smell the rancid scent of burning rubber. Caesar points to a plume of smoke rising up from around the corner, which they follow to see Frollo standing over a pile of burning animatronics. He mumbles something in Latin, his Bible underarm. 

“Wh-what?” Bonnie shouts. “But-”

“No creature of the devil is a match for our fearsome Lord,” Frollo says plainly, walking past them. 

The intercom crackles to life. “Everyone ready for wave 4?” 

Bonnie huffs. “Oh, whatever! We're prepared now- How hard could it be?”

A distant screeching sound makes Caesar and Bonnie go pale and look at each other. Before they can even ask each other “did you hear that?” a massive flock of birds descends on the two. 

---

“Birds?!” O shouts, swinging around a plank of wood to knock away six or seven more rabid crows. “What kind of apocalypse is this?!”

“Hey, we’re in movie land, man. Anything we can imagine can be real!” Chris chuckles. 

Michela and O stand back-to-back, swinging their weapons to fend off the flock attacking them. “They can’t be serious!” she shouts. 

Bonnie and Caesar run past them, screaming as they’re pursued by an even larger flock. Michela stares as the birds surround the two, lifting them up and carrying them in the opposite direction. 

“Oh, we’re so screwed,”

---

The craft services tent is abuzz with conversation and laughter as Chef serves lunch to the fallen campers. Bonnie pulls a feather out of their hair and groans as they receive a mandatory antibiotic for bird flu. 

Michela and O are thrown into the ten by a duo of interns in hazmat suits, dazed and covered in claw scratches and peck marks. 

Nurse Chef puts a bandaid over Bonnie’s arm. They step off the corner cot and walk to join Caesar on the other side of the room. “You’re next,” they mumble as they pass by Michela and O. 

---

Scary peers out of the garbage bin they’d been hiding inside of as the birds retreat. They sigh and step out, looking around for any sign of life aside from themselves. 

She walks into the city set, turning her head in every direction for anything- other players, birds, new threats… but nothing comes up. He walks into the old western set, looking from side to side before seeing Frollo sitting under the shaded porch of the saloon, wiping feathers off of his Bible. 

“How?!” Scary shouts, holding their arms out for emphasis. Frollo shrugs. 

“Any inhuman feat is achievable through the power of-”

“The Lord, we know!” She massages her temples. “I’m just- are we the last ones left?”

“Scary and Frollo are the only players remaining- whoever reaches their trailer first, or whoever survives the longest- wins for their team!” Chris’ voice blares. “Everyone ready for wave 5?”

Scary and Frollo- the latter unbothered- look at each other. 

The sky turns a deep crimson red as another set of clouds roll in, these a much more intense shade. The sound of thunder booms, shaking the set. 

A drip lands on Scary’s shoulder. “Rain?” they ask, turning to Frollo. He rolls his eyes. 

Chris’ voice crackles over the intercom. “Oh, yes. But not just any rain,” 

The rain picks up, pouring over the set and drenching everything in a coat of cherry red. 

“My clothes!” Scary yells, lamenting over their now-red lab coat. “Is this blood?!”

“And that’s not all!”

Frollo, still shaded from the downpour, looks around curiously. The distant sound of a plane overhead pulls both of their attention up as the cargo hold of the aircraft opens, raining down a shower of frogs, lice, flies, and locusts over the set. 

“It can’t be…” Frollo murmurs. 

“That’s right!” Chris yells. “This is the Biblical apocalypse!”

“I am so over this crap!” Scary yells, starting off. 

Frollo stands and begins running, not far behind her, looking panicked for the first time so far. The two bound off the western set and dash through the city, re-entering the spooky forest. A sudden wash of darkness consumes them, leaving them blindly stumbling as the insects and blood turn to hail. 

As the light returns, the two find themselves running outside the sets in the final stretch towards the trailers. 

“Let's see, blood water, frogs, locusts... oops, almost forgot my personal favorite- pestilence!”

Chef emerges in a hazmat suit, carrying a large hose. A noxious green gas flies out of the nozzle just ahead of the campers. 

“Good Lord in Heaven!” Frollo yells, holding his Bible in front of him. 

Scary suddenly grins. “Your God can’t save you now! Leave this one to science!” They pull a medical mask from their lab coat, hold their breath and duck and roll under the cloud of disease. 

Frollo coughs as he runs through the noxious fumes before immediately going stiff and collapsing. He twitches on the ground as Scary reaches the trailers. 

“And The Anons win the first challenge!” Chris’ voice booms. The crowd in the craft services tent cheers as they watch Chef walk over and scrape Frollo off the ground with a shovel, carrying him away. “Looks like an elimination ceremony won’t be necessary, either.”

“What was that?” Scary asks, taking off their mask. 

“Oh, just a Bubonic Plague strain, nothing serious. He’ll be fine!”

The campers in the mess hall stare at Chris. He sighs and rolls his eyes. “Fine, we’ll rope off the area for a few days. Now get!”

The contestants grumble and shuffle out of the tent.

---

Kelly opens the screen door to the girl's and such trailer, carrying their bag over their shoulder. They've downsized for this season, deeming much of their beauty products unnecessary (though, of course, they kept a livable amount).

"Hello!"

Scary sits on the furthest bunk in the corner of the room, biting their lip and clicking their ballpoint pen rhythmically as they stare at the blank notepad in their lap.

Kelly blinks. "Are you-"

"Don't bother, they've been ignoring us for hours," a voice from behind says. Kelly turns to see Michela and Bonnie in the doorway behind them, both having just come back from the craft services tent.

"Oh! Well, hello to you!" Kelly says cheerily. "I'm so grateful that we get to spend the season together, just us girls."

"And such," Bonnie grumbles, walking past Kelly into the trailer. They grab their bathroom bag and head back out without another word.

"Well, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning," Kelly murmurs, setting their things down on a vacant bunk.

"They're still a little touchy about last season's elimination," Michela says. "Not that I blame them."

"Well, remind me to never bring it up!" Kelly nods, eyes-wide. Scary mumbles to themselves across the room.

---

McLovin unpacks his bag, folding his pajamas neatly over his pillow. "Doesn't it feel a little unfair to all of you that the girls-"

"And goths," Caesar holds up a finger.

"Right, and such, get that big trailer to themselves while we're all cramped in here?"

"Not really," Sha-Mod says from the bunk above McLovin's. "I mean, there's only four of them, and nine of us, so of course we're gonna feel a little cramped."

"Nah, I get it, they could've sectioned off a part of their trailer for some of us," Scruffy says, shoulder-to-shoulder with O. "I'd like my own bed, for one."

"Rude," O scoffs, turning over.

"I don't quite mind sleeping on the floor, baby," Austin says, taking a seat on the carpet. "I get along with the insects swimmingly."

"Nah, it's fine," Scruffy sighs. "With the ratio, one of us will probably be gone by tomorrow."

McLovin sits up on his bunk, scratching his head absent-mindedly. "Hey, you know all about this show, right?"

Scruffy nods.

"What's tomorrow gonna be?"

They suck in their breath through their teeth. "Yeah, about that... see, I know all about TDA, but... these challenges are new. There was no Biblical apocalypse in the original season. So... we're completely on our own now."

The boys look at each other nervously.