#But I think he's very stubborn so that's not helpful and he remained in control of Angor Rot for not very long at all lmao

[pinkytoothlesso11]

Hi Pinky

What Make Strickler So Special for you?

For me Jim and Claire what make them Special "

is the fact that Jim Show more emotion he wouldn't be afraid to shad a tear or two he is very emotional Person. as Someone who tend to show more emotion then most males i can relate to it. and i feel Like he is Very Special.

Claire is Probably the Darkness inside her heart , her Losing control over emotions and her hard time accepting reality. while also think the Worst things Possible is Something that i found really close to home.

That's a pretty good question! And I like you sharing your reasons for liking Jim and Claire, which are definitely some of mine too!

I can't limit my reasons for liking Strickler to one, so I'll give you my top five:

I like his complexity, he's never portrayed as black and white. He's morally grey, even when he reforms he doesn't have a complete personality change, he's still himself.

I love Strickler's dynamic with Jim. I love how they go from teacher and student, to enemies to reluctant allies, to mentor and student, then friends, and finally to family and father/son. I appriciate RoTT ONLY for consolidating their relationship a little more, and I have every reason to believe in the new timeline they'll only get closer then ever before.

I enjoy the development of Stricklake, even though it has its ups and downs because I am a shameless monster lover myself and support Barb 100%. I also appreciate that Barbara and Strickler have things to work through and it's not instantly fixed.

I like Strickler's stupid puns and sense of humour. He makes me laugh so much with his stupidness at times. (his accent does NOT help).

This is what really did it for me though: he has WINGS! As someone obsessed with dragons that was the icing on the cake for me lol.

[bombuni]

yeah that kitty hybrid san fic drove me insane. so, i’m here to ask for a little request…

sub!hybrid!wooyoung and sub!hybrid!reader being left at home together and needy so they’re trying to please each other clumsily but then owner!ateez come back to find them like that. you can decide what kinda hybrids they are, and what goes down when they come back :3

little accidents

summary: Hongjoong and Seonghwa make a mistake in trusting their two kitties to be left alone. genre/pairing: owner!matz x kitty!fem!reader x kitty!wooyoung, smut wc: 1.8k warnings: SMUT MDNI, degradation, meandom!seonghwa, hongjoong less so, mommy kink, leash kink, humiliation kink, creampies, breeding kink, reader is in heat, background seonghwa x hongjoong bom note: anon i love u for this request and i’m so sorry i made u wait for so long. also hope u don’t mind that i made this matz instead of ot8! pls enjoy<3

It’s hard to push Wooyoung off of you, his stubborn lips persistently pulling quiet moans out of you. He’s trying to tug your shorts off, but Seonghwa’s voice is in the back of your head at every harsh tug Wooyoung gives. You know that once you start you won’t be able to stop. You’d rather remain in the good graces of your mommy today, his furrowed brows and tiny frown apparent on his elegant face before he left.

Seonghwa knows you’re in heat. Hongjoong, ever the sweetheart he is, is uneducated in the fact that you two should be separated at this time. However, they both have responsibilities and jobs to attend to. He thinks you’re well-behaved enough to resist your primal urges, at least until he can get home to take care of you. Seonghwa never realized moving in with his boyfriend would be so stressful.

A soft whine builds in the back of your throat as Wooyoung licks the skin along your neck, the coldness of his drool greeting you when he moves to kiss along your jawline. He sees every tic your body gives, remembering every little thing so he has you weakening faster. His tail wraps around your calf as you let yourself be pushed back onto the bed-your mommy’s bed-the furry, black thing sending waves of tingles throughout your body.

Wooyoung won’t let you catch your breath, “Come on. I know you’re in heat. You just-you gotta let me help,” Wooyoung has never been around another hybrid in heat before. He’s surprised to find it written on you so clearly, desperation etched into your features. He can’t help it when his hands move on their own as he watches you hold your insides as if you’re in some sort of pain, holding back all of his urge to claim you.

You try to crawl away, the control he has over you with just his body and voice too overwhelming. The patterned blanket under you reminds you of your mommy, and you flip your body over to try to crawl upwards. You don’t get very far as Wooyoung drops all of his body weight on top of your back, his hard ready cock pressing against your pussy. The feeling of it makes you whine, Wooyoung taking advantage of the position and dragging himself over you repeatedly.

He holds your neck like he’s preparing to bite you, but he takes a whiff and closes his eyes, “You smell so ready for dick, kitty.”

His voice is shaky, like he’s barely holding back. His grip on you is bruising, the hand on your hip holding you in place under him. His veiny hand holds your jaw up, forcing you to look him in the eyes every time his leaking cockhead makes your shorts wetter with every deliberate drag. You’re entranced by his twitching ears and swishing tail.

“But mommy said-“

He shushes you with an open-mouthed, wet kiss, “They don’t have to know. I’m just helping you,”

You’re losing to the desire in you, the primal need to just be bred, “Woo, I need it so bad.”

Whatever desperation was in Wooyoung unleashes with your admission. He practically envelops you with himself as his hands come down to your tits, quickly finding their way under your tank top and over your sensitive nipples. He plays with them, flicking you over and over until you keen and part from his lips. There’s really no escape from Wooyoung because even if you stop kissing him to catch your breath, he latches onto whatever part of your warm skin he can find.

One of his hands slides between you and the bed, into your panties. He groans at how drenched you are, pussy begging to just be filled and bred. He plays with your folds, teasing and spreading your slick over yourself. Wooyoung gathers it all on his fingers, bringing his hand up to his lips and sucking every digit clean. He closes his eyes in bliss at the taste, truly enjoying how your pussy is leaking, creaming, and begging for him.

He leans back into your ear, now hurriedly trying to pull your shorts off, “I’m gonna fill you up, kitty. Can I?”

“Y-yes, please, just fill me up, Woo-“

He shudders at your words, finally getting your shorts off. There’s no time to waste as he messily pulls his cock out of his sweatpants, not bothering to slip out of them fully. He just needs to feel you wrapped around his cock. He plunges into you, quickly and deeply. Wooyoung fully melts into you, possibly forever consumed by the feeling of your tight hole now. He doesn’t give you a chance to adjust before he hungrily starts thrusting his hips, growling into your ears everytime he feels you clench.

The way he fucks you is desperate and raw, one goal set in his mind. To fill you with so much cum you’re spilling and only babbling about all of the kittens he’s going to give you. Just the vision of his cum trickling out of your sweet hole has him stopping, shuddering in place to try to make this last at least a little longer.

You feel him pausing but you’re way too overheated and desperate to be filled to give him a break now, “P-please, Woo, can you cum inside me? I can take all of it, please-“

That’s all it takes for him to plunge deep inside of you, his canines piercing your shoulder as his body shakes and jolts with every sputter of cum entering you.

A tiny part of you is soothed now, but there’s still a burning sensation that lingers everywhere in your body. The uncomfortable feeling starts in your gut and unravels all over you. You turn to pant and whine to Wooyoung for more, but you find he’s gone from atop you. Hongjoong and Seonghwa stand next to the bedside, Hongjoong holding Wooyoung back by the scruff as he hisses and scratches at him. By the looks on their faces, you’re certainly in trouble.

-

Hongjoong fucks you relentlessly. He groans into your ear, dick smearing Wooyoung’s cum and your slick all over. His breath is hot against your cheek as he leans over your back and invades your space. He smirks at Wooyoung when you let out a sweet, needy whine as he grinds his hips into yours as deep as he can.

Wooyoung’s shaking with need. He can’t do anything but watch as his cum is fucked out of your pussy by Hongjoong. He’d claim you again if it weren’t Seonghwa-who holds him back by his collar. His fist wraps around the leather tightly, tugging him back every time Wooyoung tries to make a move towards you.

Seonghwa’s usual sweet demeanor is gone and replaced by a demanding one, “The both of you are so fucking naughty,”

You turn to Seonghwa, teary-eyed as Hongjoong keeps drilling you into the bed, “S-sorry, mommy,”

Your voice shakes against Hongjoong’s thrusts. He picks your head up by the back of your head and Wooyoung watches as your back arches against Hongjoong’s cock. He fucks you savagely, reaching deep inside you with his member until you can feel it in your throat. The position has you yowling and clenching down onto Hongjoong, who hisses as his hips stutter in their thrusts.

You look so broken and pitiful and Seonghwa fucking loves it. There’s slick and cum running down your legs, tears streaming down your eyes, and your tiny hands hold the bedsheets tight under your palms. His breathing turns ragged, his fist tightening impossibly more against Wooyoung’s collar.

Hongjoong brings a hand down to your clit, pulling you in until your back hits his chest, “I see why Youngie can’t stay away from this pussy,”

You let out a shaky breath as you turn into putty under his hands. He rubs circles onto you, playing with your wetness as he keeps grinding you onto his cock. His other hand fondles your tit, tweaking the sensitive bud. It’s all too much, too good, too fast.

Seonghwa lets out a sharp, mocking laugh as he watches you break, “This is what happens to bad girls who don’t listen to their mommy, sweetheart,”

There’s another rush of wetness that comes from your hole and Hongjoong chuckles, “Think she liked that,”

Hongjoong lifts you by your hips now, moving you so that you face Wooyoung as he sets you atop him. You blush with all the attention, but Hongjoong’s cock doesn’t let you think. He holds you by your sides, tight and hard enough to leave welts, as he bounces you on his cock. You feel it everywhere, your entire body warm and on the brink of explosion as he perfectly fills your gummy walls.

Hongjoong feels you on that brink, “Cum on my dick, baby, then I’ll give you all the kittens you want,”

The thought of his cum swirling inside you, marking you and filling you finally sends that tingle of electricity all through you. You shake on top of Hongjoong, who follows suit and pulls you to his pelvis. He groans and stutters as your pussy tightens and sucks the cum out of him.

Wooyoung is whining and rock hard, to the point that it hurts. You’re so sweaty and cute on top of Hongjoong, freshly fucked out but Wooyoung still wants to fuck you fill of his kittens. Seonghwa isn’t any better off, but he tsk’s and pulls on Wooyoung’s collar when he feels him start to get antsy.

Hongjoong sends a sick, cocky smirk towards Wooyoung. He smells trouble, but he doesn’t expect Hongjoong to spread your pussy lips for him. The pearlescent liquid shines between your folds as Hongjoong pulls out of you and Wooyoung all but collapses. Your hole is utterly and completely stuffed, claimed by Hongjoong and he feels his entire body on fire.

Seonghwa moves him until he’s right in front of your leaking pussy, forcing him to his knees. He sends a mean, intimidating look to Wooyoung. It’s demeaning and embarrassing the way he follows his commands so easily, but he just can’t help it.

He raises an eyebrow at Wooyoung, “Well? Clean up the mess you made, you pervert.”

He doesn’t think twice. You’re still recovering from the earth-shattering orgasm you just had, but Wooyoung’s wet tongue against you wakes you up again. Your hips grind against his lips as he licks a stripe along your folds, cleaning off the essence of Hongjoong. Seonghwa’s cold hands against his neck spur him on.

Wooyoung sucks on your clit, lips wrapping around the sensitive bud and causing an intense warmth to gather in your gut. You can’t stop moving against his face as he slurps you up, the vibrations of his moans against you just amplifying the sensation. He lets you go with a pop before moving down to your entrance, hands forcing your legs open as he works you open. He doesn’t mind the taste of Hongjoong’s dick or your slick, just as long as he gets to taste you.

Seonghwa’s cocky smirk shines down on you, commanding your attention, “My perfect kitty.”

[l4zyb0n35]

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SMUT FIC

PAIRING: Alastor x F!Reader

SUMMARY: Y/N is a diligent worker, much to the chagrin of her partner, Alastor. Despite his efforts to get her to stop for both their sakes, Y/N remains steadfast in her duties. However, Alastor finds a loophole to this situation.

WARNINGS: Really really great awesome writing skills, Established romantic relationship, (can be seen as dating, fiancé, or married), AFAB reader, usage of Y/N, Sexual content (obv), Mature themes, Mature language, Nudity, Breastfeeding, Unprotected sex, MINORS DNI FOR UR OWN SAFTEY, Alastor manipulates her but only to get her to stop cleaning the hardwood floor, Alastor kinda controls her but not too much. Let me know if i missed anything :3

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You were a very hardworking woman around the hotel, to say the least.

Your excuse? “Well, Charlie is just dealing with so much, what’s my help going to harm but not… help?”

Ever since your dear partner, Alastor, invited you to live with him in his hotel room at the Hazbin Hotel, just to be closer as a couple,

You would not stop fucking working.

It’s driving him mad.

He has recently tried everything to get you to relax, to take it easy for once, but you were too stubborn for that. He couldn’t even believe how much work you did for such a small pay. It was honestly ridiculous since you weren’t even a maid, if that was what you were thinking.

So what if you were a bit of a clean freak, it wasn’t any reason to clean the entire damn hotel every day, including the outside, may we add.

You wouldn’t listen to his advice though, no matter how many times he told you to stop.

“Y/N, I swear if you keep cleaning the hotel I’m gonna…do something very bad,” he threatened one day while you were scrubbing down the lobby.

You chuckled, ignoring his threat.

“Don’t worry about me, sweetheart, m’ not gonna lose a limb.” you said with a smile.

Alastor sighed, watching as you continued to scrub the floors.

“You’re just being stubborn, Y/N,” he mumbled under his breath.

‘My last resort, I suppose.’ he concluded in his thoughts, looking around to make sure nobody would hear them.

After making sure that they were alone at the scene, he walked back over to you, trying to fix his composure.

“…When will you come back to bed with me, dear? It’s been cold without you.” Alastor said, kneeling down to her level as he put on his fake facade.

You paused for a moment and turned to him, “Aw, Al, you miss my spot being filled in the bed?” You said, rubbing his shoulder.

He nodded, “It’s never the same without you, I’m afraid.” He tried to soften his smile.

“…You’re not just saying that, right?” You said, losing your smile and pausing your hand.

“What? No-no. I would never lie to you dear.” He said, defending himself.

“…When do you want me in bed, hm?” You said, picking up your supplies and ignoring your suspicions, “I need to shower, after all.” You added.

Alastor stood up, “Now?” He asked, trying to sound hopeful.

“Mm, sure.” You nodded, walking off with your bucket of cleaning supplies.

He silently celebrated his victory.

* * *

Alastor’s ears perked up as he heard the shower turn off.

He was currently laying in bed with only a robe on and some boxers, staring off into the bayou and he brainstormed what he could do to get you to stop working.

He decided a couple minutes ago that his only option left were to ‘have intercourse’.

It was quite smart, actually. All he had to do was take your ability to walk.

So he waited as your blow dried your hair, trying to ignore his unpleasant boner from beneath the cloth of his boxers.

He waited even more when you picked which robe to wear to bed,

which, as you stepped out the steamy chamber, was a red silk robe with Alastor’s initials on it, your favorite.

He had a smug look on his face, seeing you step out in his clothing.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were waiting for me.” You said, seeing Alastor sitting up in bed.

He smiled at you, “No worries, dear,” he said, standing up and putting his hands on your hips.

“I was just waiting for you to come to bed.” He said, bringing his lips close to yours.

You laughed softly, pulling back after a moment, “What’s the occasion, dear?” You rested your forehead on his, closing your eyes.

“Hmm?” He asked, confused.

“Why are you acting so lovey-dovey with me? Is it Valentine’s Day already?” You laughed again, resting your head against his chest.

“Oh, don’t act so surprised, darling.” He said, leaning forward and kissing your temple.

“But, really, what’s the occasion?” You asked, moving back to give him space.

“Well…” He said, thinking quickly, “I figured you deserved a break after all of that hard work you put in recently.” He said, smiling again.

“Oh, your so sweet, Al.” You commented, caressing his cheek.

He leaned into your touch, “Yes…so i decided, what better to do so than taking your ability to walk for the next morning?” He sighed sweetly.

You paused, “…forget about Valentine’s day, did rut season come early?” You said, raising an eyebrow.

Alastor grinned, “It’ll definitely feel like it.” He said, grabbing your waist and laid you flat on the bed.

He moved down to your neck, kissing and suckling on it.

“Alastor…” You laughed out softly, more in a mumble.

“…Sshh, just let me do my thing, okay?” He whispered in your ear, continuing into your neck until he was sure to leave a mark, latching off of it with a ‘pop’.

He then made his way down, stopping at your breasts, cupping them in his hands and giving each nipple a gentle tug before resting his lips onto one of them.

He sucked and nibbled on it, moving to the other breast and doing the same.

He stopped, hearing you moan quietly under him, “Are you enjoying yourself?” He asked, looking up at your face.

“Oh, yes,” you gasped out, feeling your legs go weak as you lay there, “Keep going.” You added, running your fingers through his hair.

Alastor smiled, continuing to kiss your breasts until he felt you get wetter and wetter.

He sat up, sliding your robe off of you and throwing it somewhere across the room, leaving you in just your panties.

His eyes widened a bit at the sight of your body, “How did i end up with a sinner so beautiful.” He said, resting his head on your stomach, giving the fat of your hip a squeeze.

He ran his hands up and down your thighs, stopping at your panties and pulled them off of you, tossing them aside.

He then spread your legs apart and started to rub your clit gently with his thumb.

You let out a soft moan as you let out a jolt throughout your body from the contact, “F-fuck…” You breathed.

Alastor smiled and brought his free hand to your mouth, “Lick.” He commanded, placing his index finger on your tongue.

You obeyed, tasting your juices on his fingers.

He swiftly pulled the claw out your mouth, then slowly slipping two of them into your gummy walls.

You moaned out again as he curled his fingers inside you, thrusting them in and out of your hole.

He pulled his fingers out of you, sucking them clean as he moved your body to the center of the bed, sitting on his knees atop of you.

“Now,” he grabbed your left left, throwing it stop his shoulder, “You know the safe word, dear?” He said, grabbing ahold of his member and teasing your entrance with it.

You nodded, moving your hips for some more friction.

“Needy, I see…” You pulled his cock farther from her, “I need words, dear.”

“Y-yes, Alastor…” You struggled out.

He started to fist his member slowly, “Wouldn’t want to hurt my prized possession.”

After a moment, he pulled his hand away to put another leg up on his shoulder, scooting in and rubbing his duck along your slick folds.

“O-oh….” You breathed out as his meat hit your nub, “P-Put it in, Al…” You mumbled.

“Hm, what was that?” He stoped his member, resting it upon your nub as a tease.

You bit your lip, grinding against his dick, desperate for him to put it in.

He chuckled, pulling it back, making you stop.

You let out a whimper.

Alastor looked at you with a lustful look, his smile widening. “I need you to beg for it, dear.” He claimed, enjoying the moment.

You blushed, looking away for a moment.

Alastor tilted his head, grabbing his member again and started fisting it slowly.

You gulped, looking back at him, still not meeting his gaze, and whispered something incoherent.

He grasped your chin, turning it so you would look at him. “What’s wrong dear? losing interest in my so suddenly?” He said, making you shake your head, “Hm…then beg for it.”

"Please, Alastor, put yourself inside of me, fill me up, fuck me, please!” You begged, moving your hips for a feeling.

He stopped your hips, growling as he pushed himself inside of you without any warning, making you moan loudly.

“F-fuck…” you cursed from the sudden movement, trying to squirm away automatically.

Alastor noticed this, pausing his movement as he grabbed your arms, then your hips and waist, getting you to stop, “What’s wrong dear?”

You looked at him, “…k-kiss me?”

He smiled softly, “Anything for my doe.” he said, leaning down and kissing you directly on the mouth.

Although, as he leaned down, his dick moved further inside you, causing you to let out a jolt once again.

He caressed your hair, “It’s already in, dear,” he mumbled lovingly on your lips, “you’ve done your work, now just relax. I’ll do everything else.”

Waiting until you nodded, he pulled away and slowly began to pull out, before thrusting in swiftly, but gently.

You whimpered softly, gripping the sheets under you.

He pulled out and pushed in again, slowly building a rhythm.

He began to thrust faster, more cruel, “Oh, Alastor…” you moaned out, holding your hands around his neck.

Wet skin slapping together filled the room’s noises, alongside the crickets in the bayou, making you blush from the awkward noises.

Alastor noticed this, beginning to buff out his breaths and growls, and silently sent over his shadow to turn on the radio to a quiet, intimate jazz station.

“Hah…Alastor…” You breathed out as he shushed you, thrusting faster.

His cock rubbed against your walls, hitting all the right spots.

After a while, Alastor started to feel a familiar coil in his abdomen, grunting as he forced his hips to go at an ungodly pace, making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Gonna fuck you so good, darling…” He huffed, “Fill you up…you won’t be leaving this bed, understand?” Making you look at him directly and he moved your head with a tendril.

“Y-yes, Alastor…” You mumbled, trying to hold eye contact.

“Good girl…” He awarded verbally, growing another tendril into sight as he moved it down to run your clit, getting a high pitched moan out of you.

“F-faster, Al…I feel it…” You tightened your legs on him, tensing up.

As your tits bounced up and down from the thrusts, you couldn’t help but have to cover them because of the breeze from the bayou-

“No,” he immediately said, lifting one of his hands from clawing at the sheets and placing your hands around his neck, immediately diving down to suckle on your breasts.

“O-oh, yes!” You cried out, feeling his tongue circle around your nubs as he switched between the two.

You groaned as you felt the familiar coil in your abdomen grow after a couple thrusts, “I’m g-gonna cum soon, Al…” You scratched at his back in pleasure, trying to chase at your orgasm.

That’s when he didn’t switch to another breast, but kept sucking on one of them, rubbing and squeezing the other with his hand, making you wonder what he was doing,

Until you felt some milk come out of them.

“Ah-Ah! Alastor! I’m close!” You said, your legs shaking violently as you felt the intensity of him suck and squeeze milk out of you.

He growled, fastening his pace even more, making them even more tougher and he enter and exited your womb space, “Come for me, darling, let me hear you sing for me…”

His dirty talk only got you closer and closer to your edge, until,

You threw your head back into the mattress, arching your back as you let out a blissful cry of pleasure, clenching around him as you rode your orgasm, struggling to even keep your eyes open.

Alastor let out a beastly growl as his form quickly morphed to a more intimidating one as he shoved he cock into you one last time, releasing his seed inside you.

His cum leaked out of you as he slowly pulled out, quickly stuffing his fingers inside your hole so the cum would stay.

“What a good little for you are to me…” He said, admiring the mess you both made on the bed, and then just you laying there.

Noticing how you were still breathing heavily, not moving your body unless a little twitch, he leaned down to whisper softly, “How about some cold water, dear? Think this’ll help you relax?” He asked dotingly, making you nod instantly.

That made him chuckle, moving over to the edge of the bed as he stood up, going over to the nightstand and placing a water pitcher there from the shadows, and walking over the the bathroom for a towel.

***

As he came back from the bathroom with a hot rag in the hand, he noticed how you were half asleep, yet still conscious, which made him laugh softly as he place the rag down by the pitcher, crawling over to you.

“Mon Cher, you’re all fucked out by yours truly.” He smiled softly, fetching the rag from the nightstand with his shadow as he began to wipe your cunt clean.

When he was done, he then took notice of your breasts, how there were some stray milk on them.

Shrugging and tossing the rag aside, he leaned down and softly licked the milk off your chest.

You giggled softly in your daze, “Alastor…” You rubbed your eyes.

When he finished up, he filled a glass of water from the pitcher and turned back to you, sitting you up gently as he tipped the glass of water to your lips.

“Think you’ll be walking tomorrow?” He wondered aloud.

“Hm…will you stay with me here if i don’t?” You asked as you finished your glass.

He placed the cup down, “Of course dear,” he promised, crawling under the sheets beside you, sending his shadow to turn off the lights in the room as he cuddled close to your fragile state,

“Sleep well, dear.”

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[dyns33]

Family language

We love a man who can use his tongue in a lot of different ways, even if he's pretty annoying.

It had become a habit.

Of course, sometimes they did it on purpose, to share information without being understood, but most of the time the Shelbys spoke Romani among themselves without even realizing it.

There were often a few words, and sometimes entire conversations. The first few times, Alfie hadn't said anything.

Sitting amidst the screams and noise that always accompanied his in-laws, he silently recited a prayer that they would quickly leave his house, before he lost his patience and killed one of them.

This would probably not please his wife, who was laughing happily with her brothers. Or her fratii, as she said.

He was starting to understand certain things. Alfie Solomons was gifted with languages. But he couldn't guess all the unfamiliar vocabulary, and so sometimes he got lost in very annoying gibberish.

“Cred it soțul tău se îmbufnește.” Finn whispered.

“Nu. E obosit, lasă-l în pace.”

“El simte că oamenii vorbesc despre el.” Tommy said smiling, his eyes landing on Alfie. “Domnul Solomons este deștept.”

No doubt, they were talking about him, under his own roof, purposely making fun of him in an unknown language so that he couldn't understand.

When he asked Y/N, she said he was imagining things. And even if he was right, he probably pleased his brothers by reacting like this. He just had to ignore them and act like an adult for once.

He could have listened to his wife's good advice.

Aside from the threats he had made if anyone misbehaved with her, the community had come to adore Y/N because it was obvious that she knew better than anyone how to control the King of Candem.

There were still fits of rage, because the man remained mad, but she always managed to calm him down. Undoubtedly, taming wild horses as a child helped to acquire this kind of gift.

In a way, Alfie listened.

The normal reaction he would have had would have been to attack the Shelbys directly, getting revenge in some way for their insult. But he let the night pass, thinking about the adult way to deal with this problem.

“DДоброе утро, любовь моя.” he said to Y/N, continuing to read his newspaper with his tea, as she entered the living room, still groggy from sleep.

This seemed to wake her immediately. She stared at him, with a look that showed which family she came from.

"What ?"

"I said 'DДоброе утро, любовь моя'."

"I heard. What does that mean ?"

“Nothing bad, don’t worry, клад.”

Y/N grimaced, visibly irritated, but she didn't insist, announcing that she was going to take a bath. Alfie didn't continue his game right away, because he wished he could join her.

The afternoon arrived, and his wife visited him at the Bakery to check that he had eaten, that he had not died under a pile of files or stabbed by a competitor, and to massage his back very carefully.

“Tes mains sont magiques, mon coeur”

This time, it was Ollie who made a funny face, looking at his boss, then at Y/N, as if silently asking if she understood what he had just said.

“Italian ?” she asked, continuing to massage him, looking detached.

"No. Questo è italiano, mia principessa."

"Prinţesă ? I'm not a princess, and you're becoming a pain."

As painful as her and her brothers speaking Romani in his presence, but he didn't say it. Alfie wanted her to understand it on her own, and no doubt she had understood from the moment he spoke Russian.

But even if she was Mrs. Solomons, Y/N would always remain a Shelby, proud and stubborn, refusing to admit her wrongs, and she would not apologize for having secrets with her family.

That wasn't even the problem. He respected secrets even if he didn't have any for her, and he liked it when she clearly gave him affectionate names that he didn't understand.

Obviously she liked names too. Amore mio, אהובי, mon amour. Their nights were much more passionate when he didn't speak English, the bedroom being the only place where she forgave him for this change.

But in front of others, when she didn't have the slightest way to decipher what he was saying, she didn't like it at all.

"היא הולכת לכעוס, בוס… זה לא מאוד נחמד." Ollie said, very embarrassed at being forced to participate in what seemed like a lovers' quarrel, and not knowing if he respected or was more afraid of Alfie or Y/N.

"אני מקסים עם אשתי. זה המשחק הקטן שלנו."

“I know you’re talking about me.”

“Not at all, милый.”

“Your employees look frantic, staring at me, I know you’re talking about me.”

The game lasted several weeks, before stopping completely, except for the little nicknames. This seemed to surprise Y/N, who wasn't used to seeing her husband give up so easily. She had grown up with the Shelbys, she knew these kinds of men.

Alfie didn't know whether he should be flattered or annoyed that she read him so well, because if he spent less time teasing her, it was to concentrate on another project in secret.

If he was good with languages ​​and didn't like not understanding, the solution was simple. He could learn Romani.

And it would be much more fun if his in-laws and his wife didn't know.

“Pare mai puțin enervat decגt de obicei.” John observed.

“Și mai puțin deranjant.” Arthur growled.

“El plדnuiește ceva.” sighed Y/N, observing Alfie, sitting quietly in his chair, looking at them and smiling. “Nu știu de ce מl iubesc atגt de mult pe idiotul דsta.”

“Cu toții ne מntrebדm asta, surioarד.” Tommy sighed, patting his sister on the back.

Although he had never played poker, Alfie was normally good at hiding his emotions when necessary. But hearing Y/N say she loved him to her brothers, he couldn't help but smile even more, which was noted.

And oh, how he loved his smart wife.

While the rest of the Shelbys were bickering about their future jobs, she came up to him, looking less angry than he expected.

“Ințelegi foarte bine ce spun.”

"Yes, treacle. A little surprise, which I thought I would keep secret for a little while longer. I'm not completely fluid yet."

"It's not fair. I don't understand anything when you speak in other languages."

"Je pourrais t'apprendre, chérie."

Most of the lessons were done in the bedroom, despite Y/N's protests that he was absolutely not focused enough to teach her anything useful.

When she threatened to make him sleep on the couch, Alfie found some time in his busy schedule to give her real lessons, or at least to give her real words.

"… You lied to me, again."

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, love.” he said while continuing to count his coins.

"I wanted to greet Ollie, like you taught me. I said to him 'אתה מטומטם עם זין קטן'."

“He must have been happy.”

"I've never seen him so upset in my entire life. You know my brothers never really made fun of you now, and I'd love to make fun of others with you, but don't make me say horrible things without let me know."

"Okay. You should also stop greeting Italians by calling them 'Stronzo' then."

"… I knew they weren't answering me politely."

"No. I had their balls cut off for that, אף אחד לא מדבר ככה ללב היקר שלי."

"Your 'dear heart' will sleep with Cyril tonight, while you are on the sofa."

"Think about my back, cruel woman ! I'm sorry, okay ? Mоя жизнь, mia vita, החיים שלי !"

“Canapeaua !”

"Does that mean 'I forgive you darling, come kiss me' ?"

He called Tommy to ask him, without explaining why, and even though he had an idea of ​​the answer. At least, the fucking Shleby had a good laugh.

Fine, I won't like you all in the dark like that :

“Cred it soțul tău se îmbufnește.” - "I believe your husband is sulking." (romani)

“Nu. E obosit, lasă-l în pace.” - "No. He's tired, leave him alone." (romani)

“El simte că oamenii vorbesc despre el. Domnul Solomons este deștept.” - "He feels that people are talking about him. Mr. Solomons is smart.” (romani)

“DДоброе утро, любовь моя.” - “Good morning, my love.” (russian) “клад.” - treasure (russian)

“Tes mains sont magiques, mon coeur” - "your hands are magical, my heart." (french)

"No. Questo è italiano, mia principessa." - "No, this is Italian, my princess" (italian)

Prinţesă - princess (romani)

Amore mio - my love (italian)

אהובי - my love (hebrew)

mon amour - my love (french)

"היא הולכת לכעוס, בוס… זה לא מאוד נחמד." - "She's going to be angry, boss… that's not very nice." (hebrew)

"אני מקסים עם אשתי. זה המשחק הקטן שלנו." - "I'm charming with my wife. It's our little game." (hebrew)

“милый.” - "Dear." (russian)

“Pare mai puțin enervat decגt de obicei.” -"He seems less annoying than usual." (romani)

“Și mai puțin deranjant.” - "And less mad." (romani)

“El plדnuiește ceva.” "He's planning something." (romani)

“Nu știu de ce מl iubesc atגt de mult pe idiotul דsta.” - "I don't know why I love this idiot so much." - (romani)

“Cu toții ne מntrebדm asta, surioarד.” - "We're all wondering that, little sister." (romani)

“Ințelegi foarte bine ce spun.” - "You understand very well what I'm saying." (romani)

"Je pourrais t'apprendre, chérie." - "I could teach you, darling" (french)

'אתה מטומטם עם זין קטן'. - 'You're a moron with a small dick'. (hebrew)

'Stronzo' - assholes (italian)

אף אחד לא מדבר ככה ללב היקר שלי - Nobody talk like that to my dear heart (hebrew)

Mоя жизнь - my life (russian)

mia vita - my life (italian)

החיים שלי !" - my life (hebrew)

“Canapeaua !” - "The couch !" (romani)

[fishsticksloser]

Can I request a reader x Future Donnie where Reader is being very stubborn and refusing to let him leave cuddles to work? Like clinging onto him, hanging off of him, etc etc just silly n fluffy?

-Shadow

Self-Care

F!Donnie x gn!reader

Warnings: angst, Donnie is upset, fluff, exasperated Donatello, Kraang future, Donnie needs rest, swearing

A/N: Another late post? Crazy.... I'm very sorry it's so late...

"Donnie?" You ask softly, your hands gently resting on his softshell. You press a soft kiss to the nape of his neck, his body tensing at your touch. His concentration breaks for a moment, turning his head to glance at you, a mix of surprise and irritation in his eys.

"Can't you see I'm in the middle of something here?" He snaps, his voice laced with annoyance. He tries to shrug your hands from his shell, not wanting any distractions. "I've got important work to do, so please, just let me focus." His words come out curt and dismissive, as if he's already moved from the brief interruption.

"You're tense..." You sigh, your hands moving to his shoulders. Donnie's body stiffens even more, his irritation growing.

"I said I don't need your help," he grumbles, his voice strained. "I'm perfectly capable of handling my own stress." His words come out sharp, laced with frustration. Despite his resistance, a small part of him secretly enjoys your touch, but he refuses to let it show.

"Obviously." Considering you haven't eaten all day... Or actually slept in 3." You point out, a tiny hint of sarcasm in your voice.

Donnie's eyes widen in surprise as you pull him away from his desk, effectively blocking his access to his work. He looks at you with a mixture of annoyance and curiosity, his irritation momentarily overshadowed by your actions.

"What are you doing?" He asks, a slight flicker of concern in his eyes. "I told you, I have important work to do. I don't have time for this." Deep down he knows you're right about his lack of self-care, but he's too stubborn to admit it.

"Bed. Now." You point over to your bedroom down, remaining firm as you know the excuses that will come from the stubborn turtle. Donnie's eye narrow at your words, his frustration growing once again.

"Excuse me?" He retorts, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Last time I checked, you don't get to boss me around." He crosses his arms, his stubborness rising to the surface. "I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myslef, thank you very much. I don't need you telling me what to do." Despite his defiant words, there's a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes, a hint of weariness that he's been trying to hide. He stands, his large form looming over you, but you don't back down. "I won't be treated like a child, and I won't be controlled. So let me get back to work."

"Absolutely not." You shake your head, you hold your ground, letting him know you didn't plan on moving. "Bed now, please."

"I'm not going to bed just because you say so," He answers, his voice firm and resolute. "I have work to do. I can't just abandon all of that because you think I need rest." He crosses his arms over his chest again, his stance unwavering. "I appreciate your concern, but I can take care of myself. I'm not some fragile creature that needs to be coddled." His words come out with a mix of determination and exasperation, his frustration palpable.

"You're such a stubborn ass..." You hugg, crossing your own arms. You knew he could very easily pick you up and move you, but both of you knew the other wouldn't give up. "You can't do your best if you're tired, if you're not eating. So go to bed."

Donnie's eyes narrow at your remark, his frustration reaching its boiling point. He takes a step closer, his towering figure casting a shadow over you. "Stubborn ass, huh?" He mutters, his voice laced with sarcasm. "Coming from someone who's just as stuborn as me." He shakes his head, a mix of irritation and admiration playing across his features. "I don't need you to tell me what's best for me," his voice defiant. "I know my limits, and I know how to push myself. I've been doing it my whole life." His voice tinged with stubborn pride, unwilling to admit he needs a break.

"I'm not going to let exhaustion or hunger stop me from doing what needs to get done." He takes another step closer, his voice lowering to a dangerous growl. "So, if you think you can boss me around and make me do what you want, you're sorely mistaken." He locks eyes with you, a challenge burning in his gaze. "If you want me to rest, you're going to have to make me."

"You know I can't..." You whisper, looking at him with pleading eyes. "Donnie. Please, you're destroying yourself by keeping this up. You haven't slept, you haven't eaten." Your hands hesitantly rise to cup his face, he doesn't pull away, allowing your hands to find their normal place on his cheeks. You see his nose wrinkle, anger filling his eyes. "I know you probably think I'm mean and you probably hate me right now. I honestly don't care what you call me, what you say to me. What matters is your well-being, not me."

Donnie's anger wavers for a moment as he looking into your pleading eyes. He can see the genuine concern etched across your face, and it gives hiim pause. Your words strike a nerve, resonating with a part of him that he often tries to bury beneath his stubbornness and pride. He takes a deep breath, his features softening slightly, but his guard remains up.

"Don't pretend like you know what's best for me," he mutters, his voice filled with vulnerability and defiance. His gaze flickers away from your, his jaw set in a stubborn line. "I can't afford to rest, to be weak. The Kraang won't wait for us to catch our breaths." He hesitates, his eyes darting back to you, his voice quieter. "I appreciate your concern. I know you're just trying to look out for me. Maybe... Maybe I've been too hard-headed."

"Fine." He finally conceds, his voice softer. "I'll rest. I'll eat." His lips quick into a small, weary smile. "But only because you asked, not because you're right. Got it?" he raises his an eyebrow, a hint of his usual sass returning.

As Donnie retreats to the bedroom, his mind is filled with conflicting thoughts and emotions. The weight of his own stubbornness and pride weigh heavily on his shoulders, and he can't help but feel a twinge of guilt for pushing you away. But the scientist in him, the part that is driven by the need to protect his family and defeat the Kraang tells him that he must priotize his work.

In the bedroom, he sits on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands. He knows he needs to rest, he knows that he can't continue pushing himself to the brink of exhaustion. But the fear of failure, the fear of letting his family down, gnaws at him. He want to prove himself, to be the one that saves the day, and he's afraid that if he takes a step back, he'll lose that chance.

His mind races, thoughts and emotions colliding in the chaotic mess. He knows he loves you, he knows you care about him deeply, but the tangled mess of his own insecurities prevents him from fully expressing it. He wants to reach out to you, offer some form of comfort, but he can't bring himself to do it.

Donnie's head turns as he hears the sound of the bedroom door opening. He freezes for a moment, his eyes locking on yours as you step into the room. There's a flicker of surprise in his gaze. He wasn't expecting you to follow him, to bridge the distance that had frown between you.

For a few heartbeats, the room is filled with heavy silence, hsi gaze searching yours as if trying to decipher your intentions. His lips part, as if he wants to speak, but he hesitates, uncertain of what to say.

Finally he breaks the silence, his voice tingerd with longing. "I... I didn't expect you to come in here," he admits, his gaze dropping to the floor for a moment before returning to meet yours. "I... I guess I thought you needed space from me. But if you're here, maybe we can talk. Maybe I can try to explain, try to make you understand." His voice cracks slightly, the vulnerability seeping through the cracks of his usually composed exterior. He takes a deep breath, steeling himself for what he's about to say.

"I'm sorry," He admits, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry for pushing you away, for not being able to fully express... Everything.I care about you, more than I can put into words. But sometimes... Sometimes I get so wrapped up in my own fears that I forget to show it." His eyes never leave yours as he continues, his voice sincer and desperate. "I don't want to lose you. I don't want to be the reason you're hurting. I'm trying, I really am, to find a balance."

He reaches out tentaively, his hands overing in the space between you. "I don't know if you still want me, if you still belive in us. But if you do... If you're willing to give me another chance, I promise I'll work on showing you how much you mean to me." His hands tremble slightly, the vulnerability palpable. "Please," he whispers, his voice filled with hope and fear. "Please tell me we can find a way back to each other."

You step closer, allowing him to grab you hips, pulling you to stand between his legs. You craddle his face gently, shaking your head. "Space? From you?" With a surge of boldness, he leans in, capturing your lips in a tender kiss, pouring all of his love and longing into that single moment. It's a promise, a pledge to fight for your relationship, to never let you doubt his feelings again.

As the kiss lingers, he pulls back slightly, his forehead resting against yours. "I love you," he murmurs, his voice vulnerable and full of adoration. "And I'll spend the rest of my life showing you just how much."

"I love you too." You mumble, your lips finding his again, his heart soaring from your words. As your lips find his again, he surrenders himself to the slow tender kiss, a gentle sigh escaping his lips.

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Donnie's eyes flutter open, his mind slowly emerging from the depths of sleep. You whine softly as you feel the bed shift, Donnie sitting up to go back to the lab. You quickly stop the terapin, pulling him back down into bed with you. "Do you have to leave?"

"I have things I need to work on." He admits, his voice laced with regret. "There's always something that needs my attention, somethign I need to fix or improve."

"Well, I'm not allowing it." You huff, moving to lay on top of him. He knew very well that he could easily move you if he so desired, but he didn't.

Donnie lets out a soft chuckle as he wraps his arms around you. "You're a stubborn one, aren't you?" He teases, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "But I suppose, I'll stay here a little longer, just for you."

[scenicphoenix]

I've seen people make art and aus for the concept so I thought I would ramble a bit about it myself as well....Gloom Link

Instead of Raru's arm saving him, he falls into the depths and gets further covered and surrounded by Gloom. However Link is stubborn, very stubborn, he adapts. Like many of the monsters in the depths he instead gets stronger, however he refuses to listen to Ganon's attempts to control him. It makes him angry, he sees Ganon and the Yigas attempts to pretend to be Zelda to trick him and it only pisses him off. Due to having the spirit of the hero within him, he isn't just able to adapt to the Gloom, he's learning how to wrestle control of it out of Ganons hands.

Blood Moons make him stronger now, and he's able to use gloom based weaponry without consequence. However he needs to cover up heavily if he plans on going up to the surface, the sun now hurts. And using the Master sword is painful. His eyes glow sometimes. Getting the Master sword from the dragon of light (zelda) nearly killed him. The dragons tears weakened him whenever he found them, but he needed to know what happened to her. He makes deals with the Bargainer statues in the depths and the Horned God statue in the hidden castle passage ways. He fears approaching Hylia statues right now, especially after what happened with the dragon of light.

It took him some time to get the broken master sword to the temple of time. He gained the Pruha pad later than intended. He is unable to enter Zonai shrines at all, and if he could activate them entering them would likely harm him. I doubt the shrines programming could tell the difference between him and Ganon at this point.

Link spends most of his time in the depths, not wanting to hurt those on the Surface with him being a walking source of gloom. He can basically see in the dark at this point.

I like the trope of someone creating the being who seeks out to destroy them, and in Ganons case the longer he exists and spreads more gloom the stronger Link gets

Link can fucking teleport through gloom puddles like a splatoon character. He can, in late game, take control of gloom covered enemies or gloom created enemies like the hands. Why not ride a Lynle?

He becomes a sort of camp fire horror story for those on the Surface who weren't made aware of his situation. The Yiga however always seem to know about his status at all times, oh he's covered in gloom now you would think that would make him easier to find in a crowd.

He tends to wear the depths set when on the Surface. While it was originally designed to resist gloom it works well for resisting the sun as well. And that's because it covers him up completely. Keeps others from being affected by his gloom immediately as well. He tries and avoids entering settlements, because of the gloom. When finally getting into contact with Pruha he was mortified at the concept of entering larger busy towns and villages. But if he can help people he will. Like many chosen heroes before him, he's willing to destroy himself if it means the safety of those around him.

He only tells/shows his close friends what happened to him. Like Pruha, Robbie, Impa, and the sages. And of course after everything is said and done with, Zelda. If he remains gloom covered after defeating Ganon he will probably retire to the depths. He has a feeling that will be what happens.

He becomes a bit bitter from his situation. He becomes extremely stubborn and spiteful. Extremely angry towards a certain person. Feelings isolation and questioning reality. He's not angry or bitter at Hylia, only Ganon and what fate decided. He's not angry at how people on the Surface see him, maybe sad perhaps.

I think it would be interesting if Link managed to befriend some of the Yiga. I also think it would be funny if he accidentally got a small following because of this. Not what he wanted at all when he helped by giving people bright bloom seeds and stopping them getting attacked by gloom covered monsters by just making them freeze in place. He kinda see why that happened now actually, the freezing gloom covered monsters in place probably did that. They've seen him ride a gloom covered Lynle he's not convincing them to stop following him around like lost puppies is he?

He can still fuse things, it's just a different process and he has to be near gloom. He can descend, ascend, and go just about anywhere as long as there is gloom nearby. The lifting things and creating objects is something he invented himself with the use of gloom, using gloom hands to lift things and using gloom like glue to create things, gloom needs to be nearby for this to work effectively.

Even if he's covered in gloom, and his mind is cloudy and his emotions and mood changing because of it, he would still be Link. And he is inherently a self sacrificing guy, who would destroy himself to save hyrule and Zelda. He would be able to tell a fake Zelda from the real one, and he would be more easily upset at them trying to trick him and those he cares about. He probably zones out easier, takes him a bit to come back down to reality. He can easily go into auto pilot while traveling and just wander. His usual strategy of bottling up his emotions isn't quite working as well as it used to. He battles stronger monsters like Lynles just to calm himself down at this point.

[some-teeth-in-a-trench-coat]

Ok I want to actually write some stories about Moth Wizard (no promises, this brain has ADHD) so uh I'm gonna ask because I'm curious what people are interested in and how many are interested. Also this was an excuse to write short introductions for everyone.

Moth Wizard: The protagonist only in a technical sense. He's a kind but clueless and sometimes awkward Jewish Wizard specializing in controlling moths. The story is not about him but the people he meets as we follow him through his post-apocalyptic world in the 6200's.

Esh: They don't make cool, mysterious characters like they used to. These days there's always a cynical twist that says "Just kidding! They're not actually cool haha could you imagine? How naïve to think such a thing would exist!" Esh exists in defiance of this. A powerful wizard who makes it look effortless roams the land cloaked in mystery. Even their gender is unknown even to allies.

Natan: A rather ordinary, or at the very least un-magical, Jewish man who's lived a long good life and it shows. A loving husband, father, and grandfather and altogether a kind and generous man.

Necromancer: Long after Natan's death, his remains were torn from the earth to serve an undead army, but something strange happened... This is the origin of Brakha.

Brakha: This magically animated skeleton mysteriously developed free will and is now burdened by the knowledge that her bones belong in someone else's grave. She's determined to undo the necromancer's work... but could she learn to live if she fails?

Bus Driver: A Jewish wizard specializing in portals and transportation has together with her wife restored an ancient bus, which she uses to help large groups of people travel great distances in no time. Her services are invaluable to her community.

Bus Driver's Wife: A Jewish woman married to the Bus Driver, she helps her wife maintain the bus and is a very skilled artist, decorating the exterior of the bus with beautiful renditions of the two women.

Pathetic Woman: Because where's the feminism if women can't be a bit terrible? A bitter old lady, stubborn to a fault and somewhat self destructive. She'll bite if you get too close. (This post, in which I create her, explains her better)

Wolf Golem: Shameless self-insert in my true form. With glowing eyes, flesh of clay, and teeth of metal, this wolf-shaped golem seems to always appear when it's needed the most, determined to defend its chosen people at any cost, but always hoping its growl will remain a warning.

[bluegekk0]

if the radiance ever did make a physical form, what would she look like?

I don't have any art for it, but maybe starting with how Grimm's physical form developed would help give a better idea of what it would look like. I might draw it some day, as a little what-if.

Since in the past he had free access in and out of Godhome, his physical form was actually just him moving between the two planes and taking a physical shape when he was in the mortal world. So back then, his body was the same as his godly form. He quickly realized that it wasn't ideal for what he used it for, so he decided to modify it. I think that's when he first created a secondary form that he could control while dormant in the Nightmare Realm, essentially what happens now, with the exception that the physical form could enter the Nightmare Realm when not used. He made it smaller, more manageable, but still very similar to what he looked originally (he didn't make significant adjustments until after his banishment, which was in part him separating himself from the gods).

So if The Radiance made a physical form, she would likely end up following in the same direction. A body that is very similar, if not identical to her original form. I like to imagine every god has their own "cocoon" of sort in which their godly form remains as they walk the mortal world (since pretty much all of them change it to some extent), so The Radiance wouldn't be any different. She'd still be very bird like, maybe a bit smaller, but still just as imposing. I can't see her indulging in many mortal pleasures the way Grimm or other gods do, she's the no-fun god so she would keep the changes simple. Which certainly has the bonus of mortals immediately showing their respect to her the moment they see her, so just the thing she aimed for. Well, the thing she would aim for, if she wasn't so stubborn about welcoming the new ways of the gods. Though I suppose Grimm did contribute to ruining the idea for her, with all of his stories from the mortal world, many of which she found very undignified...

[siorca]

tf: one

Originally this was supposed to be just some starsky fluff but then my brain was like “what if starscream was like megatonus’ weird cat” and I’ve been picking at this for two weeks

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Prima watched the exchange just outside of the light of the holomap. There weren’t many that were willing to go toe-to-toe with Megatronus, least of all the comparably tiny Cybertronians that Primus had created after the Thirteen. Starscream had proven himself to purposely go against the grain, always willing to argue, with a perpetual scowl on his face.

Many of the Primes did not like Starscream, unamused by his foul temper. Although it was unbecoming of a Prime, Prima had a strong belief that some of his comrades believed that as a Prime was the extension of the will of Primus, Cybertronians should temper themselves with humility.

Prima held no such archaic notions. Privately, he enjoyed how strong willed Starscream was. His tenacity represented the best of his species. It was thrilling to see him go head on with some of the more stubborn members of the Primacy. Starscream held no fear. It was endearing.

Vicious and determined, he had a strong need to protect his homeland, combined with a ruthless talent for violence. It made him a sight to behold on the battlefield. As High Guard Commander, he held invaluable intel on the morale among his fellow Cybertronians and unique insight into the movements of the Quintesson fleet. He had long ago proven himself to Prima to be a truly invaluable ally.

It helped, too, that Megatronus was very fond of him. As he took up most of the duties of directing the High Guard, he often took the brunt of Starscream’s ire. Even despite, or perhaps because of this, they had a mutual, sacred bond, that extended even beyond the battlefield. Megatronus had found a kindred spirit. It warmed Prima’s spark; so stubborn Megatronus was in who he chose to spend his free time with and how reserved he could be.

Prima watched Megatronus kneel next to Starscream near the holomap. Although the strongest and the largest of the Primes, he preferred not to intimidate nor loom. Megatronus’ razor sharp optics behind his mask watched the commander as he talked, as if trying to commit every small detail to memory. It was very charming, watching fearsome, strong, stoic Megatronus, bend to the whims of this tiny, ferocious warrior

The war room was mostly empty. The bulk of the planning for their next battle had already been finished - a minor skirmish a few cycles out that will hopefully help with one of their major supply routes. Most of the Primes and Guard advisors had already retired. While Starscream was often persnickety about war plans, his wings belied his hidden anxieties about the welfare of his unit. Despite how much he tried to hide it under abrasiveness, he cared deeply for his people. Megatronus understood this more than anyone.

Behind Prima stood Solus, a silent guardian, her mighty hammer tucked safely between her pedes. A fool would think she was bored, but the tight grip she kept on her handle ensured that she was a ready warrior. Solus was Megatronus’ closest companion, next to Prima. Master weaponsmith that she was, Solus enjoyed fostering her new forges onto Megatronus, and he, in return, loved to use them.

At the center of the chamber, Alpha Trion laid sentry over the control panel, subtly tweaking with the controls to give the illusion that he was needed. He often played peacekeeper, remaining a soothing neutral party when disagreements arose. There was a cool detachment in his stance, but the subtle twinkle in his optics belied how equally entertained he was by the encounter.

Megatronus and Starscream’s hushed whispers echoed harshly in the large chambers, creating a pleasant buzz of background noise. So lulled as he was by the hissing drone that Prima did not notice the quiet signal of an entrance ping.

“I apologize, Commander, but perhaps we should save some of your grievances for another time,” said Alpha Trion, gently, bemused. “Our resupply team has returned.”

Coming through the entrance was Skyfire, a mech who often volunteered for the extended supply runs. He was enormous for his station, but only came up to Prima’s shoulder on a good day. Prima knew him as a quiet and unassuming bot, far different from his compatriots in the High Guard. His bright white plating was scuffed and dirty, showcasing his long and dangerous mission.

“Good tidings, your Excellencies.” He bowed politely once fully absconded into the room. Prima offered his own nod in return, followed by the other Primes. Skyfire’s optics flickered down; small, warm smile on his face. “Hello Starscream.”

Starscream paused in his tirade, frozen, the sudden silence abrupt and off putting. His optics brightened, helm tilted as he appraised the newcomer. Then, in an impressive display of speed and agility, he flew across the room, burrowing into the heavy plating of Skyfire’s chest. If Prima were not a forged warrior, he would have flinched at the sudden flurry of movement.

Skyfire’s cheeks turned bright blue, haloed by his white plating. His hands migrated to the quivering edges of Starscream’s wings, instant and rhythmic, like they were always meant to be there, soothing the anxious lines. A full body melt against his plating was his reward.

Prima felt a lick of disapproval at the blatant public display of affection. Unfortunately, Starscream had a love for the spectacle and Skyfire was not a particularly confrontational mech.

Prima could not begrudge them too much. Skyfire was one of the few mechs who knew how to maneuver Starscream personality quirks. Buried deep, Prima was immensely grateful for Skyfire’s intrusion.

“Perhaps it would be best to reconvene for the cycle,” said Prima, letting all the authority of the leader of the Primes seep into his voice. Skyfire’s hands leapt away from Starscream as if burned, clutching them at his side. He met Prima’s optics with a not quite guilty expression. Starscream made no indication that he had heard him. “Skyfire, I shall receive your report by tomorrow’s mid-cycle, yes?”

Skyfire’s helm bowed, looking much too sheepish and contrite. His arms wound around Starscream’s shoulders to steer him out, though it was wholly unnecessary with the way Starscream so successfully dug his claws into him.

In the aftermath, Prima heard Solus’ quiet, muffled snickers. She came up to stand at Prima’s shoulder, her hammer swinging haphazardly at her side. “It is a blessing that he is such a fine warrior.” She patted his arm, consolingly.

Prima allowed himself a small smirk. “I suppose so, my lady.”

She smiled. “I shall see you tomorrow mid-cycle, then.” Turning to leave, she beckoned over her shoulder, “Megatronus, I shall see you for sparring early-cycle. Safe travels, Alpha Trion.”

“Safe travels,” echoed Alpha Trion. He continued to fiddle with his map, his eyes carefully tracing the pot-marked scars of enemy territory carved into the pre-rendered surface of Cybertron. He too, made his departure shortly after.

Prima’s optics flickered to Megatronus. He had returned to his full height, what little that could be see of his face forlorn, abandoned and lonely in the middle of the room without his companion, no doubt mourning their specific form of bonding.

Prima made his way over to Megatronus, patting his chest armor affectionately. “Have faith, Megatronus. There will be other arguments.”

Megatronus hummed, reaching up to grasp Prima’s servo, properly engulfing his hand in his massive purple claws. “I would hope so.”

Prima laughed lightly. “Well, my spark, I know you will be looking forward to that.”

[niaranda]

TavTash Tag Game made by @crystal-overdrive and inspired by @bearhugsandshrugs

I got tagged by @avani-telvanni and @yhmwatfhu I hope you will find it interesting!

I will accompany the article with my drawings, the full image of which you can find on my blog. 1. Tell us a bit about your Tav!  Niaranda – chaotic neutral forest elf, rogue ranger. She is convinced not to use illithid abilities from the word. A self-willed adventurer. A girl with a very pragmatic mindset, likes to make cause-and-effect relationships and find logical explanations for something, is quite perceptive. In words, she is straightforward, honest and outspoken. Instead of lying outright (she hates lying), she will start to conceal and evade the answer. She likes to discuss various topics, often topics with deep meaning. This helps her to be filled with her new knowledge.

She lives for her own pleasure, an individualist. She is diligent, and easily does work with something small. She help those in need, if it does not bother her and does not contradict for plans. She is often motivated. There is always a choice, it is impossible to stay away as an observer. Niaranda is stubborn in her decisions and does not tolerate the indecision of others. She is not afraid to challenge. In rational thinking, fear is an interfering factors that prevent analysis. But she's not fearless. She still has that feeling, even though she's trying to control it.

2. What alignment is your Tav? How does that align or clash with Gortash? Do they agree with him morally? Niaranda is of the opinion that tyranny will always exist. The overthrow of one tyrant does not mean the arrival of another tyrant. There is no ideal world in which it would always be safe. But it is quite possible to stand on the strong side. In this case, Gortash turned out to be a strong point, and not the squad with whom she traveled.

Niaranda can tell Gortash that his plan is bullshit if she really thinks so, and she will believe it until he provides her with weighty arguments in opposition. It may happen that at some point she will resist the actions of the Chosen Bane's, and a conflict may arise against this background. However, Gortash is one of those who can control her.

3. What God does your Tav follow? Is Gortash's position as Bane's chosen an issue?  Niaranda does not believe in any god directly. Faith often puts in certain frames, but a girl does not like to put herself in any kind of framework until she finds them useful for herself. Nevertheless, she observed the clergy and the dogmas of various gods a lot. Everyone has some kind of foothold that she can rely on in case of something. But Lathander turned out to be the most interesting in his desire to forget the defeats of the past and focus on the victories of the future. This also includes meeting problems face to face and rebirth as a metaphor. A new path, a fire that gives strength.

She does not consider the path of the Bainite, it is enough for her to be near them. Niaranda will always have time to swear allegiance to any of the gods. Rather, it is a matter of principle to remain with faith in oneself, to seek support within oneself. Of course, the power that the gods can give is a weighty argument to believe, but it also has consequences.

Niaranda finds it very curious that in places Enver is symbolized with the sun (for example, posters "Gortash to the Archdukes!" or the oath of union at the inauguration mentioning the roaring sun, symbols of the sun on Steel Watchers, and so on), but at the same time he is Bane's Chosen One. Without a direct belief in Lathander, Niaranda jokingly compares herself to a small ray of sunlight in pitch darkness. Two opposites. Sometimes it seems to her that there is a small ray of sunshine in the Gortash itself.

4. What did your Tav think of Gortash when they first met? Did they take his offer of an alliance?  Throughout her journey, Niaranda had heard enough about Gortash and his atrocities. However, she did not expect him to offer her an alliance. She agreed rather forcibly, as his Steel Guards looked menacing and terrifying. At the same time, Niaranda admired how well Enver had built his power.

The clever insidious eyes, shaggy hairstyle and unflappable V-neck on the chest, which impressed the girl at the inauguration, were just the beginning of the girl looking at some things with a new look.

Later, she did not regret the alliance agreement, even when her companions wanted to thwart Gortash's plans, Niaranda convinced them not to do so. It seemed to her that she was playing a double game, not telling the squad anything about her decisions.

5. How did Gortash and your Tav get together? What do they see in each other? 

The Illithid Colony What Niaranda sees: "A suspicious dangerous guy playing with his allies, he's clearly up to something bad, we need to stop him." Meeting at the inauguration What Niaranda sees: BREASTS "He is polite and courteous, but at the same time he looks so insidious and confident. He is an Archduke, although he achieved this dishonestly, a strong and prudent, natural leader. Damn it, he's good! I'll go after him." What Gortash sees: "She is quite stubborn and reasonable, she can turn out to be a strong ally. How far is she willing to go? I'll check it out." They both see that they need each other to cover the needs of their plans as well as their inner needs. And they can give it to each other.

6. What does the future hold for your Tav and Gortash? Are they in a relationship, a one time thing, are they going to rule the sword coast together or kill each other in a tragic showdown?

Situation #1: Tragic defeat. Gortash dies from a psionic shot to the head, Niaranda continues his work, but soon the same fate awaits her (yes, I know that the screenshot shows the scene with the transformation into an illithid, but just imagine that these black areas near the eyes are the result of the identical death of Gortash.).

Situation #2: The power of the Archduke. Niaranda has difficulty persuading the Emperor to ensure Gortash's survival at the brain. Gortash and the Emperor (a forced unwanted alliance), along with Niaranda and her squad, defeat the brain. Gortash kills the Emperor and takes the stones for himself, and Niaranda betrays her squad, becoming the right hand in ruling with Enver. He does not subordinate her, he will always have time to do this if his leash of influence on the girl suddenly breaks. Soon he realizes that the larva is useless without abilities, and removes it, making sure that the girl is faithful to him and their common cause. (THIS should be the canonical ending of Gortash, I think)

Situation #3: Revenge. Gortash is dying at the brain. Niaranda blames Bane for not helping Gortash in any way at the right moment. Six months have passed since the victory over the brain. Gale comes to the camp meeting in the form of the god of ambition and offers his beloved to become the goddess of any free domain (at the time of the plot of bg3, he does not know anything about her affair with Gortash). Niaranda chooses the domain of revenge, retribution, justice and becomes not a god equal to Gale, or Mystra, or Bane, but a demigod (at the time of writing the story, I learned that in stories, unfortunately, there already exists such a demigod named Hoar). Niaranda travels through Faerun, undermining Bane's churches, thereby weakening his power, in order to later visit Bane's outer plane, free Gortash from eternal torment. The girl returns all his equipment to Gortash and together they defeat Bane. Lord Enver Gortash becomes the new god of tyranny and discord. The oath made by the two of them at the inauguration is finally being fulfilled.

(it all looks so epic in my head, but I tried to briefly describe it)

Thank you for your attention, it was interesting for me to describe it!

[theworldcrossing]

Dear ocean…

Chapitre 1.0

Yandere Tom Nook x reader x Yandere Redd, and little Groucho x reader…

Warnings: night stalking, violence, manipulation, possessive and controlling behavior, abuse of power.

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Welcome to this fanfic inspired by the Animal Crossing and Yandere universe, where I imagined an alternative sequel to an existing story. From Yandere-ac.

My goal is to revive this community with complex characters and intriguing situations. If some elements seem new or strange to you, don't panic: everything will be explained in detail at the end. Good reading, and hang on, this is just the beginning!

“Redd! Let me go, damn it!”

I was dragged inside his boat, where there was a metal door. Despite his injuries, Redd managed to pull out a key and unlock it.

As we entered, there was a large cage at the bottom of the stairs, and Redd threw me roughly onto a mattress, which softened my fall. Although I briefly lost consciousness from the fall, his yelling and cursing kept me awake, helping me stay aware despite the pain.

“I wanted to do this the easy way, Y/n! Believe me, I tried! But if you keep acting like this… always so stubborn… I’ll have to be more forceful!”

I tried to run towards the cage door to escape, but Redd was quicker than me, locking it behind him with a double turn, and now we were both alone inside the cage—I was trapped!

He tried to approach me, but adrenaline made me crawl back to the wall, desperately trying to get as far away from him as possible.

“Oh, Y/n…” he whispered as he slowly approached, while I remained frozen. He knelt beside me, pulling me into his arms and staring into my eyes. “You can’t escape, and no one is coming to save you. Get comfortable, the trip back is long.”

Saying that, he gently laid me back onto the bed, though I could no longer move. He kissed my forehead despite my weak attempts to resist. I could only make small movements and let out a faint whimper.

Then, he left the cage, carefully locking both doors, leaving me alone, imprisoned.

Had he planned this all along? How long had he been plotting to kidnap me?!

I slowly got up, scanning the place I was in. It looked like a bedroom. In the middle was the mattress that had cushioned my fall, preventing serious injury. There was also a small lamp to fight off the dampness, a canteen of water, and a wooden panel hanging on the wall.

I paused to think about how to escape. Redd didn’t realize it, but he had given me one advantage: I still had all my wits about me. Being on Redd’s boat, one thing was certain…

Redd is a survivor, always ready to run or defend himself in an emergency. There must be a secret passage somewhere to get me out of this cage…

Meanwhile:

Redd was steering the boat, whistling with joy. He had finally gotten you. After all that time circling your island, hiding in the dark corners, sneaking into your very own house… all just to take you away from that foolish man.

And in the end, he hardly had to do anything.

You had been handed to him on a silver platter, completely at his mercy.

It had been a year since the accident, and now, he could finally breathe a sigh of relief. That bitter taste of loss… he had never really known it.

He had plundered, lied, manipulated, stolen, not just from Tom Nook, but from other men and women who had fallen under his charm. Even the most powerful ones, those who knew what he was doing, did nothing to stop him. They knew that, one way or another, Redd was untouchable.

With a well-hidden place, far from prying eyes, and loyal contacts charmed by his wit and intelligence, he knew he could keep you safe, away from the world.

To him, you were like a work of art, a delicate painting bathed in light. Your mere presence could erase each of his sins, committed day after day, night after night.

You had become much more than a simple obsession to him: you were his inspiration.

He had even dedicated a painting to you, a secret tribute to your beauty and everything you meant to him.

The idea that Tom would want to lock you away, hide you from the world, and especially from him? It was unforgivable.

To Redd, it was a betrayal of his only true happiness.

But before Redd could think of anything else, a powerful wave suddenly hit the ship, throwing him to his knees, along with everyone on board.

Furniture toppled to one side, and fragile glass objects shattered into pieces. Y/N, hitting their head, was cut by shards of glass on their knees as they lay half-conscious.

(Ugh! My head… What is happening?!)

They began to painfully get up, their thoughts still hazy, when they heard Redd’s furious shouts.

“HEY! WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU—wait, TOM?!”

What? Tom! No, not him… How did he find me?

“Redd! Where’s Y/N?” Tom’s raspy voice demanded, leaving no room for discussion. It was much more of a command than a question at this point.

“How… How did you find me?” Redd was completely baffled, his tone betraying his confusion.

We were in the middle of the ocean, without Wi-Fi, no network, no means of communication. I didn’t even have my phone on me. Our scents, Redd’s and mine, were impossible to detect from such a distance, especially with the seawater masking even the strongest smells.

How could he be so sure I was on Redd’s boat? It seemed impossible to me. I know this might sound crazy, but… What if he had installed tracking chips? On me? Or on Redd’s boat? That was the only logical explanation I could come up with.

It would totally be something Tom would do. He’s always been meticulous and ready to develop technologies he found useful.

I had known Tom Nook for a long time. I had seen him evolve from a simple merchant with an apron to a man in a sweater worth a million bells. And that sweater? He never wore anything else now.

As his income increased year after year, Tom invested more and more in advanced technologies: surveillance apps, trackable devices, and sophisticated cybersecurity systems.

His cybersecurity engineers must have developed devices so advanced that they could be implanted almost anywhere, even on people, without them noticing. It was very likely that a tracking chip had been implanted in my body, which explained how Tom had managed to find us in the middle of the sea.

“Where is Y/N? I know they’re here, so stop messing around and tell me where they are!” Tom’s voice was rising, his anger growing.

(Damn! The situation’s getting worse, I need to find a way out fast… Oh?)

Y/N began scanning their surroundings, desperately searching for an escape as quickly as possible.

The small room was lined with thick wooden walls, but something seemed strange about the panel in front of them. The texture of the wood there looked slightly different from the others, as if time hadn’t worn it down as much, or that panel had been added later.

Looking closer, Y/N realized it was… a hidden partition! And it was wooden!

Curious, they pressed a specific spot on the wall, feeling a slight vibration, as if something was unlocking behind it. They used the glass from a lamp, now serving as a blade, to force the panel. It gave way slightly, revealing a secret passage.

Behind the partition, a narrow corridor stretched out before Y/N, wide enough for them to descend safely. The smell of salty sea air was stronger, which meant they were getting closer to the outside. The passage probably led to a service compartment or, even better, an exit to the sea. They were going to make it out!

But just as their excitement grew, they heard a loud noise from above, signaling that things were only getting worse.

BAM BAM

Tom Nook had boarded Redd’s ship and destroyed one of the walls with a single punch. So furious, he repeated his question.

“Where are they, Redd?! What did you do to them?! I know they’re here! You took them and hid them!”

The ship’s deck swayed slightly due to the rough seas, but at that moment, the real storm was between Tom Nook and Redd. The two adversaries stood facing each other, their gazes filled with hatred.

But something else was happening to Tom. His hands were trembling slightly, and his eyes, usually soft yet cold, were burning with a dangerous light.

“Don’t make me repeat myself again, Redd… You think you can take everything from me, huh? Y/N doesn’t belong to you! They’re mine, they’re under my protection, UNDER MY CONTROL!”

Redd’s voice became taunting yet threatening. This was a side of him Y/N had never seen before.

“Under your control? Tom. They ran away because they couldn’t stand you anymore. Haven’t you figured it out yet?”

“You want to lock them up in your little mental prison, watched 24/7? Faced with that, who would want to stay? You’re suffocating them, Tom. They fled from you, and you didn’t even see it coming.”

Tom Nook stopped, disoriented by these words, his gaze darkening. He shuddered, his eyes beginning to dilate, like a cornered animal. A low growl escaped his throat. His fists clenched so tightly that his claws dug into his soft fur, leaving small red marks. A vein throbbed under his snout, and his breathing became more and more erratic.

“You manipulated them. They would never have run. Never! They’re loyal… They? Run away? They can’t… I wouldn’t allow it. They need me, they know it, and you… You’re just an obstacle, Redd… A MISERABLE OBSTACLE!”

Tom’s gaze became even more intense; his eyes were now wild, almost unreadable. His pupils were so dilated that they darkened his stare. A spasm shook his right hand, as if he wanted to destroy everything around him. He took a sudden step toward Redd, each movement resonating like an imminent threat.

Redd, serious this time, took a slight step back, facing this surreal situation. He had never seen him like this, not even in their past confrontations.

“Tom… You’re losing it. Look at yourself, you’re on the verge of going mad.”

Tom roared, making Y/N jump in the process, his voice almost breaking the silence of the sea and sending shivers down Redd’s spine.

“CRAZY?! CRAZY, THAT’S WHAT YOU THINK?!

IF I WANT, I CAN DESTROY THIS SHIP! EVERYONE WILL FEAR ME, Y/N WILL BEG ME TO COME BACK! THEY’LL OBEY ME… OR I’LL DESTROY EVERYTHING AROUND THEM TOO!”

He made a sudden move, violently striking a wooden railing to his right. The blow was so strong that the wood shattered, sending splinters everywhere. His breath became heavier, more irregular, as if he was struggling to control the beast roaring within him. His muscles tensed, and his face was contorted with uncontainable rage.

Hearing all this, Y/N started quickly descending the steps, trying to make as little noise as possible despite their many injuries.

Their heart was pounding as they saw another door ahead of them, and fortunately, it wasn’t locked.

As they stepped outside, they looked around and noticed a securely fastened motorized lifeboat. With a good outboard motor and a spotlight mounted on it, it could help them navigate once they were out at sea.

As they tried to untie the ropes, they realized it was going to take much longer than expected. Trying to cut the ropes, they started crying in the face of the shouting coming from above.

(Damn… damn! I’m just surrounded by completely insane men! I don’t want to see them again… I never want to see them again.)

Redd, in a sharp, mocking tone but with an underlying caution, also started extending his long, sharp claws.

“There it is, you’re finally showing your true face, Tom. An uncontrollable monster, ready to destroy everything to keep control. Did you really think Y/N would stay with you after that?”

Tom’s breathing became rough, his chest rising rapidly, as if he was desperately searching for air. His eyes almost rolled back in their sockets, searching for Y/N, searching for his only comfort.

“They… They… They’re mine. I have to… I have to get them back… I’ll… DESTROY EVERYTHING if I don’t find them…”

Redd was ready to fight back at any attack that might come his way.

“You’ll never see them again, Tom.”

That was the final straw. Tom Nook let out an animalistic scream, a howl of pure rage. He lunged at Redd with uncontrollable violence, his blows becoming frantic, almost feral. Redd, agile and defensive, was barely avoiding the attacks. Tom had more strategy, more calculation in his movements. He was striking blindly, like a rabid beast, hitting everything in his path, including the ship’s structures, and Redd understood that all too well.

At the next knot, Y/N noticed they were leaving blood everywhere and were less precise than with the first knot. With a jolt, they heard Tom and Redd’s voices growing louder and more intense.

In their thoughts, they prayed for this knot, which felt like a knot of fate, to untie.

(I need to leave now. I’m out of time… please, I beg you, untie!)

Snap!

I pull one last time on the rope, and finally, the lifeboat freed itself with a soft splash against the hull of the boat.

(Finally! Soon free.)

Quickly climbing inside, I saw Tom roaring, striking everything around him.

“WHERE ARE THEY?! WHERE IS Y/N?! I’M GOING TO DESTROY THIS BOAT, AND YOU WITH IT, IF I DON’T FIND THEM!”

Splinters of wood flew everywhere. Tom, delivering violent blows, and Redd, dodging the attacks as best they could, kept a vigilant eye on their surroundings, ready to slip away at any opportunity.

With a bloodied forehead, panting, my knees, scraped by the shards of glass scattered on the deck, were throbbing with pain with every step I took. Despite the agony, I forced myself to free the last knot and start the engine. At the back of the boat, I turned one last time to observe the scene.

The blows they exchanged were so powerful that the partitions began to crack under the force of Tom’s despair. I thought I might be able to calm them down… I’m the biggest fool.

Without hesitation, I began to start the engine of the lifeboat, feeling the propulsion begin to move forward.

Tom, his eyes bloodshot, suddenly noticed me, and Redd understood Tom’s sudden halt.

Driven to desperation, Tom Nook ran, shouting to try to stop me.

“NO! Y/N, COME BACK! YOU CAN’T DO THIS! NOT AFTER EVERYTHING I’VE DONE TO HAVE YOU!”

But I didn’t look back, my hands trembling, my mind clouded by fatigue and injuries. I could still hear Tom’s heart-wrenching screams piercing the air around me.

Redd, for their part, was losing their smile. The obsession they hid behind their calm facade began to break through. And seeing the boat drift away, nothing compared to that view. Even the pain of their injuries became invisible in the face of this reality.

“They can’t escape me… they CAN’T! They were supposed to be mine, Tom, but YOU ruined everything!”

Their eyes became fixed, and their voice rose, almost broken by the frustration of seeing their “prey” slip away.

Tom fell to his knees, still holding the steering wheel stained with Y/N’s blood.

“Y/N… Y/N, please… Come back. Come back to me… I can’t… I can’t lose you…”

The screams of the two men echoed over the water, but the lifeboat continued to drift farther away, gliding over the waves. Y/N, for their part, was lost in thoughts, their mind buzzing. They thought about everything that had just happened, the madness they had left behind, the pain of their injuries, but most importantly, about the freedom that now seemed within reach.

They continued on their path without looking back, despite the trials that awaited them.

I began sailing, watching the sky slowly change. I felt both stressed and relieved.

The calm atmosphere after the storm soothed me. No more shouting, no more furious men.

I found myself alone, and surprisingly, it didn’t scare me. But there was a problem.

I didn’t know where to go or where to take shelter. I had lost friends, caught up in this whole affair, and the few trustworthy friends I had left without even saying goodbye.

And Groucho… oh, Groucho… how much I missed him…

But being alone in the middle of the ocean was still preferable to the violent fight between Tom and Redd. Thinking of Redd, I remembered he had hidden a survival kit somewhere on board.

Inside, I found a first aid kit, some still-edible biscuits, three bottles of water, and… photos of me.

Looking at them more closely, I realized he had taken them back when I was still mayor. One of them was taken downtown, when he still had his shop in a shady alley. Another showed me on the beach earlier this year, while I was working on the island.

I put the photos back and kept searching. That’s when I found a sort of clamp and… a tablet?

Curious, I turned on the tablet. There was no password or owner’s name. Just a positioning app and a Bluetooth option.

Looking closer, I found a note that explained everything I needed to know.

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Tracing Tablet User Guide

Welcome to the user manual of your multifunctional tablet. This tool has been designed to ensure your safety and protect your freedom against potential threats.

Main Functions:

1. Positioning:

This feature allows you to locate your position as well as any traceable objects nearby. Once activated, a signal is sent by any device connected to your network, showing you their location in real time.

2. Deactivation of Traceable Objects:

With this function, you can temporarily disable tracking devices present on your body. Even if a chip or another traceable object has been implanted in you, you can render it inactive for a limited time.

Warning: The deactivation is only temporary and can be detected by more advanced systems. Be cautious and use this option only in places where you feel safe.

3. Lémo App:

The Lémo app allows you to manage all the functionalities of your tablet. You can check active Bluetooth connections and verify devices linked to your profile.

Make sure your security settings are always enabled to prevent any intrusion or hacking attempts.

Warnings:

• Tablet Owner: Although the tablet is currently in your possession, it has been designed for high-risk situations. Those who provided it to you may have ambiguous intentions. Stay constantly on guard.

• Secure Usage: Never share your location or activities with anyone you do not trust completely. This device could be monitored by malicious entities.

• Support: In case of difficulty, contact a member of the Raid4Forever group for assistance. They are familiar with the dangers associated with this kind of technology.

• Reminder: Freedom comes with great responsibilities. Use this tablet wisely and never lower your vigilance. Your survival depends on it.

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Reading this memo, I quickly got up, grabbing the electronic clamp that could save me valuable time.

As my fingers brushed over my body, I gripped the clamp tightly, ready to use it to deactivate the insidiously placed implant in my neck. A chip… How long had it been implanted without me realizing it!?

But today, I had managed to deactivate that damned chip. Still, a question burned on my lips: how had Tom Nook been able to implant a chip without me noticing?

I floated in the open sea, but I paused the engine, my hands still gripping the controls. I needed to think about the situation I was in. How had Tom Nook, that imposing tanuki, managed to implant something so small in me?

The wind gently picked up around me. I suddenly felt a craving for soda, the sodas Tom Nook used to give me… but there was something, a vague detail that eluded my memory. Then, Chris’s words resurfaced in my mind, clearer and more real than before.

“Tom Nook can get whatever he wants, Y/N. Traceable objects, surveillance systems… He even cut the ties between your town and mine… who’s to say he wouldn’t use them to find you?”

On my boat, those words echoed within me like an alarm bell I had ignored for too long, or perhaps even forgotten. But now, everything was becoming clear. Piece by piece, the puzzle was coming together.

He had everything. The means, the technology, contacts… He was even capable of improving tracking devices.

I was finally starting to understand some things. He always found me, whether I was at someone’s place, in a store, or even in a simple restaurant. He always managed to locate me, and if not, he systematically sent me messages whenever I got close to someone.

And the further I distanced myself from him, the more I sensed the extent of his obsession. It wasn’t just about possession; it was about total control. His spam messages and incessant calls spoke volumes. This was not just an obsession; it was suffocating domination.

I still remember that night. Everything became so clear in my mind, as if the puzzle pieces were finally coming together.

The drinks! That’s how he did it!

Everything was planned; I realize that now.

It had started innocently, almost subtly, with those drinks he gave me. Once a week, depending on the season. Hot in winter, cold in summer… I accepted them without thinking, unaware of what was hiding behind them.

Every morning, as I woke up in my bed, I noticed some pretty obvious signs.

My blankets were strangely wrinkled, and there was a pan placed on my bed, as if someone had cooked in my kitchen. With my memory problems, I paid no attention, telling myself it was probably me, half-asleep, who had made myself dinner after coming home late at night.

Then, there was that key. The one to my front door, which I always found on the floor, just inside. I thought it was just a clumsiness on my part… but why every Friday?

And the smell. A woody fragrance, a mix of dried leaves and burnt citrus. I remember having smelled it on my sheets once or twice, without ever paying attention. That smell… it was Tom’s. He wore that unique cologne. Why was that scent in my room?

At first, I hadn’t paid attention to it. I thought everything was normal. That it was just a simple act of kindness, those cans he offered me, sealed, as if no one had touched them. But now, I know he must have paid someone to add additives. Sleeping pills. Strong enough to pin me to bed for hours, unable to wake up, even if I wanted to.

It took Groucho inviting me for a drink at his place for me to finally not need Tom Nook’s drink. I had thought to keep it in the fridge for the next day. I came home, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. I showered, slipped under my sheets filled with teddy bears and plush toys. I felt… heavy, but aware, much more aware than usual. That night, I still didn’t know what was about to happen.

That’s when everything changed… and oddly, I had forgotten.

I heard that sound, the distinct noise of a key in the lock. There was no crash, no forced entry. Just the sound of a key dropping — my key, probably — which explained why I found it on the floor every Friday. A simple click, as if someone with a spare set of my keys was entering. I didn’t move. I couldn’t move. My body was frozen, but my mind was alert. And that’s when I understood. There was only one person on this island who could have those keys.

Tom Nook.

I felt every fiber of my body tense. The sheets were heavy, almost oppressive, while I pretended to sleep. I had carefully hidden the can in the furthest corner of my fridge, well out of Tom’s sight. That night, I hadn’t drunk anything. Fortunately. But he didn’t know that.

The door to my room creaked softly. I felt him enter, each step muffled by the carpet but still resonating in the heavy air of the room. He moved with the assurance of someone who believed he had total control, someone who thought his prey was asleep, unconscious.

“Good evening, my dear…” he whispered softly, his voice laced with a sickly tenderness.

I didn’t move, continuing to play my role. He got even closer; I could feel his presence behind me, immense, almost suffocating. His hand rested on my shoulder, and he slowly slid his lips across my cheek, placing a light kiss there.

“How was your day, hmm?” he said with that feigned sweetness, as if it were a simple conversation between a husband and wife.

My heart raced, but I forced myself to remain still. He thought I was under the influence of his drug. Every Friday night, the same routine. But this time, he didn’t know I had escaped his trap.

He continued talking, recounting his day, as if it were a normal moment between us. “Today, business went well. Timmy and Tommy improved our sales again, and everything is going according to plan… Soon, everything will be perfect, Y/N. We will finally be together. Nothing can separate us.”

His voice betrayed a hint of madness. He had convinced himself that we were a couple, that I belonged to him. A shiver ran down my spine as he headed to the kitchen, still convinced I was sound asleep. I heard the familiar clinking of utensils, as if he were cooking for the two of us. But the truth was, I knew nothing of this ritual he repeated every Friday night.

I took advantage of his absence to send quick messages to Chris. My heart raced faster with each passing second. If Tom returned before I finished…

After what felt like an eternity — or at least, what seemed like one — he came back into the room. This time, I felt a different heaviness in the air. I heard him set something down on the bedside table. A metallic noise. He had brought a pajamas, as if he planned to spend the night here, with me.

I squeezed my eyelids even tighter as I felt the mattress sink under his weight. He lay down next to me, wrapping his arms around me with a sickly possessiveness. He placed his hand on my thigh, stroking it with calculated slowness, as if savoring every second.

“I love you, Y/N. You are everything to me. I do all this for you, you know… ” He pressed his body against mine, his chin resting on my head, whispering sweet words, but so disturbed. “I protect you, I cherish you. No one else can understand you like I do.”

He kissed me softly, on the head, the shoulders, and even my “sleeping” lips. All of this disgusted me, but I couldn’t react. Not yet.

Then, suddenly, he sat up. I felt him fidgeting. It was Friday; he had something to do. My blood ran cold when I heard a small metallic sound.

Slowly, he pushed my hair aside, exposing the base of my neck. The pain was immediate when he inserted the clamp to adjust the chip. I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from whimpering in pain. I must not let him guess that I was awake.

Minutes passed like hours. During that time, Tom Nook whispered sweet nothings to me, reassuring me of his infinite love while he manipulated the little device that condemned me to be tracked.

“There we go, it’s done…” he finally murmured after an eternity. “You are mine, dear. You belong to me, forever. I’m so proud of you. You made it through the day. I hope it was less hard than when you were mayor of Crossing. But soon, all of this will be just a distant memory. You’ll never have to worry about anything again. I’ll take care of everything. You, me, Tommy, and Timmy. We’ll live in a wonderful place together. Just the four of us. A perfect family.”

When Tom finally lay down beside me after eating, I began to panic.

So… this was the cause of my memory troubles and sleep issues, huh?

As I tried to get up, I attempted to move at least one limb to help me escape and call for help. But my legs refused to respond, as if they were paralyzed.

I’m stuck.

And suddenly… complete darkness.

As I moved along my path, my memories advanced like my journey; moreover, the chip was emitting fewer and fewer signals. I realized that this device was not just a simple tracking object. No, it was much more than that. It was also a tool capable of making me forget entire sections of my life. Or perhaps it was due to the medication that Tom Nook slipped into my drinks?

Because strangely, since the deactivation of that cursed chip, more and more memories were resurfacing, like forgotten dreams suddenly found after a long sleep. They imposed themselves on me with a troubling clarity, and each piece of the puzzle began to fall into place.

I now remembered the nights that followed my disturbing discovery. Every Friday, religiously, I would throw away the drink I was supposed to consume. Instead, I pretended to be asleep, hoping that by feigning unconsciousness, I could hear Tom Nook, catch his words, discover his true intentions.

I don’t know if it was a part of me that was still irresistibly drawn to him, despite everything he had put me through, but I wanted to extract as much information as possible. To know how far his grip extended, and above all, why.

But all he did, every week, was talk to me. To hold a conversation as if everything was normal. As if there was nothing more natural than breaking into my home in the middle of the night and whispering his controlling delusions to me.

He talked about his days, his plans for our “future together.” He told me how he had everything planned for us, to a point that it became almost frightening in its precision. He described scenes of our future life on a distant island where no one could reach us. He spoke of our “children,” Tommy and Timmy, as if they were his own, as if we were already a perfect family. He poured out his disturbed thoughts, believing I couldn’t hear him.

With every word he uttered, I understood a little more the extent of his madness. He was convinced that all of this was real, that we were meant to be together, that everything he had done was for “our good.”

But I, now awake, knew that it was nothing but an illusion. An illusion he had constructed and in which he was trying to trap me.

The sea stretched out before me, black and unfathomable under the soft glow of the stars, which, despite everything, managed to maintain a slight brightness on the horizon. I was exhausted, both physically and mentally. The constant noise of Redd’s boat engine echoed in my ears, a monotonous sound that kept me alert, even in the middle of nowhere. I had been sailing for hours, drifting away from the islands under Tom Nook’s control.

My hands trembled with fatigue, gripping the steering wheel that I held carefully, fearing every sudden movement. If I let go of the wheel for even a moment, I risked losing control and being spotted.

But… I desperately needed rest. Glancing at the tablet screen, the device clearly displayed Nook’s surveillance zones. There were not two or three, as I had hoped. No, to my great disappointment, all the islands were monitored. What remained were hostile territories, devoid of any security.

However, there was no surveillance at sea, and I had just entered a relatively safe perimeter. No signals, no drones.

I began to drift slowly toward a small rocky island, cautiously approaching the shore. There were no cameras, no poles to tie the boat, and it was an unexpected opportunity.

I suppose Tom deemed this island “too small” to exploit. He probably abandoned any idea of monitoring it.

I cut the engine, and the sudden silence enveloped the air around me. Only the sound of waves against the hull of the boat disturbed this tranquility. I let out a sigh of relief before dropping the anchor. The boat sank gently into the sand, and I made sure to secure it tightly to prevent it from drifting.

I began to walk on this deserted island, curious to learn more.

“Tom Nook considered this place too small to be exploited… He abandoned it, and I understand why. There’s no port to tie up a boat, no helipad… Nothing useful.”

I ran a hand over my hips, observing the exotic fruits hanging from the trees, ripe and ready to be picked. A faint smile formed on my face.

“And yet… This could be a good place to live, right? A place where no one would ever come looking for me… where I could finally be alone. Without Tom Nook, without Redd, without any of those crazies who want to control me, possess me.”

I closed my eyes for a moment, imagining building a small cabin with my own hands, planting fruits, living simply.

“I could even build a house… I learned how to do it by watching Tom. And I could survive here, plant fruits, go out to sea at night to avoid being spotted, quietly bring back resources…”

A light laugh escaped me, tinged with a hint of madness.

“If only it were that simple.”

The gentle lapping of the waves oddly cradled me. Gradually, I lay down on the sand, exhausted after so many hours at sea. My eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

“Maybe I could really stay here… never seeing anyone again…”

Thinking this, I didn’t even realize how quickly I was sinking into sleep.

I had settled on this small island, convinced it was too insignificant to attract Tom Nook’s attention. It was a peaceful place, under surveillance, an apparently perfect refuge. Yet that night, a strange dream came to disturb me.

The water shimmered under a moonlight I couldn’t see, but I felt its presence. I was alone, standing on a fine sandy beach, my feet sinking slightly into the damp ground. Before me, the sea stretched infinitely, calm and silent, like a perfect mirror reflecting the invisible. Then, in the distance, a familiar silhouette emerged from the horizon: Groucho.

He was there, immense, imposing, literally walking on water. Every step he took seemed in harmony with the liquid surface, as if he defied the natural laws of the world. His gaze rested on me, intense yet soothing. He said nothing, but his silence spoke more than words. He extended his hand, a simple gesture but full of meaning. I hesitated, wondering how he could walk on water… How was that possible?

Yet something inside me urged me to move forward. Slowly, almost unconsciously, I began to walk toward him, feeling my feet leave the safety of the sand to rest on the water, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. I didn’t understand what was happening, but the warmth of his hand in mine brought me an odd comfort. The more we walked together, the more memories returned to me, moments shared with Groucho, instances of silent complicity. His words, though informal, resonated within me, reminding me of the times he had managed to make me smile, even in the worst moments.

We walked for a long time, in silence, until he finally stopped. With a gentle gesture, he pointed to something in the distance. A city. Huge. Vibrant. Groucho still said nothing, but I knew. He wanted to show me that this was where I needed to go. Not this small island. Staying here would be too risky. They could find me, even in this seemingly lost place. There was no security in insignificance.

And just as I was about to ask more questions, I woke up, abruptly, my heart racing. It was still dark, but I knew I couldn’t stay here. Groucho, through this dream, had shown me the way.

At the same moment I restarted the engine, the sounds of motors and helicopters harmonized. Straining to listen more closely, I realized these helicopters were heading in my direction.

I leaned slightly, my fingers gripping the boat’s controls, my breath coming in short gasps. Around me, the dark sea seemed to protect me, but I knew it wouldn’t last. I first heard a dull noise, like a distant buzzing that was getting closer. The sound of helicopter blades broke the silence, and then voices emanated from loudspeakers attached to the flying machines.

“All boats, maintain your positions! Helicopters approaching.”

I shivered. They were close. Too close. The rumble of the boat engines became more distinct as well. My heart raced as I tried to stay hidden, but their presence grew increasingly oppressive.

“Unit 3, advance toward the northern zone. Unit 5, check the east beach. We need to locate her quickly. Don’t let her leave the area!”

The authorities’ instructions echoed in the air, sharp and precise, both alarming and relentless. They were talking about me; I was sure of it. Each word sent a chill down my spine.

“We’re searching for an individual, code name: Y/n. Potentially armed. Priority: location and capture.”

I gritted my teeth. How did they know? How could they have guessed I was here?

“Helicopter Alpha-2, perform a thermal sweep. Boat Delta-4, you are too far from the target, tighten the perimeter immediately!”

My breathing became more erratic. Their voices were now so close that I could almost hear the helicopters’ engines above me.

“We’ll get her. She can’t go far.”

I tried to ignore the rising panic within me. I had to stay focused; I didn’t have much time left.

I launched the boat at full speed, feeling the adrenaline surge through my body.

I couldn’t stay hidden here forever; it was better to reach the city quickly.

The engine roared beneath my feet, and I could almost taste freedom within reach. But that feeling was short-lived. The sound of the helicopters grew louder, drowning out the roar of the waves.

The water slapped against the hull, and I sensed something was wrong. I hadn’t been discreet enough. Suddenly, a light flickered in the distance. The helicopters. They had spotted me.

“Helicopter Alpha-2, we have movement on the water! Confirm waves detected at 3 o’clock!”

My heart tightened. No, not now… I pushed the engine to the limit, but the helicopters were closing in.

“Boat Delta-3, we have visual on a vessel! Heading 280, movement confirmed. Possible target: Y/n.”

I was sweating under the pressure. Their strong, authoritative voices haunted me, amplified by the loudspeakers above my head.

“Y/n… You cannot escape. We know you’re there.”

My heart skipped a beat. Tom Nook. His voice flooded the airwaves. I felt sweat trickle down my neck as I accelerated further, nearly losing control of the boat. He continued, relentless.

“Anyone who captures Y/n will receive a substantial reward. She is wanted. One million bells to whoever brings her to me UNHARMED first.”

“We see them!” someone yelled from a helicopter. “To the southeast! They’re trying to reach the mainland!”

The voices multiplied, some calm, others panicked.

“Unit 5, cut them off to the north!”

“Delta-7, circle around from the west. We need to trap them before they reach the city!”

The boat creaked beneath my feet, each wave making it tremble a little more. Redd had unconsciously trapped me, of course. This boat was never meant to last more than a day; I know that now. He gave me just enough hope to believe I could escape, then left me with this wreck that threatened to disintegrate beneath me at any moment, easy to build, easy to damage… Damn it!

But I couldn’t stop. Not yet.

I yanked the controls, zigzagging to avoid the searchlight beams sweeping the water. They knew I was there somewhere, but I had to keep them from locking onto their target. The engines roared behind me, their massive shadows drawing closer. I was out of breath, my arms ached, but I pressed on. If I stopped, it was over.

The sky above me was black, without a moon to guide me, but I kept my eyes on the small gap I could see in the distance. A chance, perhaps, a tiny opening between two boats. If I could make it through there…

But before I could even think about it, a huge boat positioned itself right in front of me. The waves it caused lifted me, tossing my boat into the air. I lost complete control, my body pitched forward, and icy water slapped my face. I couldn’t see anything for a moment. When I finally opened my eyes, the boats had surrounded me.

I looked up, panting, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. They were there. In front, behind, everywhere. The engines roared around me, their imposing hulls forming a wall. No way to get through. My gaze slid from one boat to another. They were lined up, an endless row, blocking all my escape routes. Except for a small space, right there, in front of me. But I knew it was a trap. An illusion of freedom. They had me.

A voice crackled over a loudspeaker.

“You are under arrest. Drop what you have and exit the vessel. No charges will be pressed against you if you cooperate.”

A heavy silence settled in, but it was quickly broken by Tom Nook. His voice was broken, desperate.

“Y/n, come back… Please… It’s over. Don’t hurt yourself. Come back with us.”

I closed my eyes. I could raise my hands now. Accept my fate. It’s all over. They had me. But a small voice in my head refused to give up. I reopened my eyes, and there I saw it. That small space.

My mind raced. There might be a chance. I could still get away. Just one last effort. My body trembled, my muscles screamed in fatigue, but I straightened up. I knelt, and my fingers tightened around the controls. One second. That’s all I needed.

“NO! Y/n, don’t do it!” Tom Nook screamed, his voice heartbreaking. I no longer listened to him.

I jerked the controls sharply, and my boat surged forward, narrowly avoiding the boat looming in front of me. I zigzagged between the vessels, my hands shaking, water splashing all around me, and Tom kept yelling behind me.

“Stop! Y/n, no!”

I screamed with all my might, the taste of victory within reach. I was almost out. Almost free. But my cry died in my throat as I saw him.

The Rock.

Too late. I don’t have time to dodge. The boat crashes against the rock, and the impact throws me into the air. My body falls hard, and my head strikes something solid. A dull pain floods my skull, then everything goes blurry.

I lie on the sand, covered in damp grains, half-conscious. The sound of the engines fades away gradually. They can’t see me. Not here. Not with this sand covering me like a shroud. I breathe heavily, my thoughts are muddled. Is it over?

Tom Nook is still shouting in the distance. He won’t find me. Not this time.

A familiar scent slowly pulls me out of my unconsciousness. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafts through the air, gently waking me. I open my eyes with difficulty; the soft light around me still stings a little. I am no longer on the beach, nor in the icy water. That’s the first thing I realize. No, this place is… different.

I try to move, but a dull pain courses through my body. My muscles feel heavy, my limbs numb. Slowly, I become aware of the bandages covering my skin. My arms, my legs, my torso… even around my head, I have bandages everywhere. A thick dressing wraps around my right leg, and as I look closer, I notice a cast. The sharp pain that shoots up when I attempt to move that leg takes my breath away.

I freeze, allowing my eyes to adjust to the dim light. The room is calm, warm. I hear the dull sound of a television playing in the distance, a bluish glow filtering through the slightly ajar door. Familiar objects surround me: dark wooden dressers, a coffee table with a nearly empty bowl of popcorn, scattered energy drink cans. To my right, a bedside lamp casts a soft, golden light.

I’m not in a hospital. I’m… in a house.

My heart starts to race. How did I get here? Who brought me? My still foggy mind tries to recall the previous events. The water, the boats, Tom Nook, the rock… Everything comes back to me in flashes, but the pain is overwhelming. I raise a trembling hand to my neck, my fingers grazing the skin where, once, a small bump reminded me of the presence of that cursed chip. It’s gone.

Someone took it out.

I take a deep breath, trying to calm the rising anxiety within me. The chip is no longer there, and I’m still alive. Which means that, somewhere, someone saved me. But who?

I attempt to sit up, but as soon as I move, a sharp pain explodes in my leg. A scream escapes me, uncontrollable. My hands grip the sheets, and I grit my teeth, but it’s useless. The pain is too intense.

Before I can even react, I hear hurried footsteps coming up the stairs. The door bursts open, and a large figure rushes into the room. I immediately recognize the thick fur, the massive shoulders, and that worried look… Groucho.

“Groucho…?”

He rushes to my side, his eyes scanning my face for signs of pain or fear.

“Y/n?!”

His voice is low, filled with panic. “What are you doing? Don’t move, you’re still injured!”

I try to speak, but my throat is too dry. All I manage to do is nod. Groucho crouches beside me, his expression serious yet gentle.

“Yeah, it’s me. You almost didn’t make it, kid. You always knew how to get into impossible situations.”

He gently places a hand on my shoulder; his touch is surprisingly tender despite his imposing stature. “You don’t have to worry about that anymore. They won’t find you here. I’ll make sure no one hurts you.”

He stands up, and I watch him disappear downstairs, his heavy footsteps resonating through the house. My mind starts to clear, but one question remains:

How did Groucho find me?

(Hey, it’s me again. To give you a clearer idea, some characters in my fanfic will have well-developed personalities, like Red. This story is heavily inspired by the Yandere-AC fanfic I mentioned earlier. The main character, one of my OCs, Vin, named her town Crossing in honor of a character with the same name who saved her many times. It’s a fun little nod, you’ll see!

Chris, another OC, is the mayor of a town that is independent and not controlled by Tom Nook. He despises Tom Nook, who is seen as dangerous, especially when it comes to Vin.

Vin’s background is tied to the earlier games, where she appeared as a mayor ready to go far, but later, her role was reduced to just an island representative under Tom Nook’s control.

Tom Nook, on the other hand, evolved from running a simple wooden shack to becoming a millionaire businessman, controlling IT services, creating his own phone brand, and expanding his real estate empire.

I’m working on a continuation of Dear Ocean, with a chapter 1.5 where I’ll explore the point of view of the other characters when Vin isn’t around. It’ll show how Tom Nook manages to reach her and what’s happening on his side, as well as his interactions with the other characters.

That’s about it, I think I’ve covered everything.)

[scalamore]

[Thoughts] Why Lari regressed

I strongly believe that Lari regressed to save Rupert's fate from becoming a tyrant. It was never stated explicitly in the novel, but there's quite a few hints to suggest it. For starters, the author, Eclair-nim posted in an afterward in Vol 6: "[...] Even if people put their minds to it, "change" is not something that is easily accomplished. So even if I could turn back time, it would be difficult for me to reverse a decision I've already made. Despite this, I hope that Lariette and Rupert, who have not given up on growing and moving towards the future with each other, will be happy for a long, long time."

Both Elclair-nim and Hayeon-nim, on social media say that they wish for Rupe/Lali to be happy (yes, most authors say that but I feel they wish happiness for these charas a bit more than usual). Throughout the story, one of the biggest themes is [change], and it's established that Lari wanted to change from her previous impassive, ignorant self to someone who can think for herself and choose how to live her own life... but she also suffers from a fear of change, which is why she continues to cling to House Belois despite knowing they lie to her and continue to keep secrets. As a person who is naturally trusting of others, it's hard for her to be wary of others unless they betray her first. TECHNICALLY, House Belois hasn't harmed her/betrayed her yet, so all seemed good... Lari knows that everyone has a secret or two they wish to hide, like her own secret of regression Another thing that gets a lot of focus, is that Lari's personal wish of "saving House Belois from death" is not her true wish; over time, it changes to "save Rupert becoming a tyrant/ensure Rupert is happy". Over and over, especially after non-productive conversations with Lehan/the Count, Lari wonders why the heck she regressed. No matter how much she tried to convince them, House Belois refused to change. But that's the point - the reason why she regressed, and the reason why she thought she regressed were different. She didn't regress to save House Belois. That's why they were an insurmountable obstacle, where she could never get to them. Because they were not the ones in need of help from her regression. It's been described over and over, from multiple characters, that House Belois is extremely old fashioned, and it's true of trash dad, and by extension, Lehan. They are unyielding to their core beliefs, and they will die for their beliefs. Of course, Lari knew this about her own family, but she felt that maybe, because it's her, she can change something ---- nope, not at all. She witnessed them dying because of that stubbornness in TL1, and at this rate, if she does nothing, they'll suffer the same fate in TL2.

So despite her telling them about her regression, and was very hurt when they didn't believe her and ignored her warnings, she gave up on trying to change them by chapter 68. She will do her own thing to save them, because that was her only wish when she regresed. It became a duty for her she had to fulfill. She remembered happy memories of TL1, and she wanted to repay it back to them, even if that's not the case in TL2. But as Elcair-nim says, change is hard. Even if a person wants to change a decision they've made, it's really really difficult. For Lari, who believed wholeheartedly that her regression was to save her family, it's a pathetic, cruel joke to realize when in fact, she made the wrong decision/wish. Because in the story, besides Lari, there's one other person who changed so much - Rupert. Lari didn't realize it, but her existence saved Rupert from the moment they met. Without her, he would have continued to be controlled by Eva/Tory, and was on the fast track to being a hated, lonely tyrant. But with Lari around being a positive influence, he remained a relatively nice, reasonable guy. Still cranky and hot-headed, but reasonable. The irony is that Lari didn't realize that Rupert had already changed, while she was off to the side worrying when he'll change and flip that switch. But he had already changed long ago.

Rupert is the one who needed Lari's existence the most in the series. It's very likely that in TL1 he lived his entire life lonely, hated, alone, murdering all his enemies but also earning the public's hatred. After his closest person, Tory died, he had literally no one else beside him. It was a very pathetic and lonely way to live, to not ever feel happiness or warmth. If anything, Rupert never tasted basic human warmth or happiness until chapter 59, when he was 15. He was already starting to find life a bit fun when she came to the palace, but his happiness really started after Lari proved to him she wanted to stay out of her own accord, wanted to be his ally, and wanted to stay beside him. When they separated, he realized how much he depended on her. His source of happiness was gone, and he had issues coping for a while without her. Because he cherished Lari so much, and wished for HER happiness, he offered everything he had: his rich/power, but the thing that Lari appreciated the most: was her freedom. As a lady in waiting, she was allowed to come and go whenever she pleased, and when they got along better, she was able to speak her mind and bicker with him more. The more comfortable they became with each other, the more she voiced her thoughts and opinions, and Rupert really valued her thoughts. He hated when others, including Trash dad looked down on her and didn't listen to her, so he made sure to let her voice be heard everytime.

So by regressing and ensuring Rupert's happiness, that in turn, is the ONLY way for Lari to achieve HER happiness as well.

Because for the first time in both lives, Lari is finally happy, and that's by being around Rupert. The times they laughed and ran around in the forest of the detached palace, The times they bickered and argued about little things. When she would share nice things with him and he looked at her, not quite understanding but nodding, When they go shopping together, when they have conversations about anything because they spent so much time together. So during the climatic event, after House Belois' betrayal smacks her in the face, she fulfills her "duty" as a daughter to protect them by getting rid of the variable that would instigate any war - herself. When she recovers from her injuries, she had already decided to cut off House Belois, especially trash dad. He will never change. He's a lost cause. She burns the fir-tree family crest she has. She denounced her noble title of being part of a Count's family, and is now just an aristocrat without a title (Sort of like Amelia Belois). She was fed up by them, and fed up with their treatment of her. It's over. But Rupert was different. She couldn't ever forget him.... and she just hoped he would find his own happiness soon, because he deserves to be happy :(

[witchybitchness]

Hi! I'm just a stranger passing by, but I saw your tags regarding your channeled message you received about the upcoming Trump presidency, along with how serious other people are saying it won't last long but shit will get real. I don't have a blog up for this kind of stuff yet but I did my own tarot reading today asking if his presidency will last long, and got the devil, iv of cups, and vi of wands reversed. I'm still a novice so others are welcome to throw in their two cents as well.

Long story short, I do not think it'll last long either and we will see direct consequences. I don't want to write an essay, so I'll keep this as direct as I can. The devil very much feels like a representation of him and what he will bring, but his stubbornness, apathy, pride, will lead to his downfall, and most importantly, punishment. I also feel like this is what his actions will bring to the country as well. He may be a literal devil, but the bitterness and anger instilled in the masses will lead to some form of punishment.

Anyway, just saying that from my own personal reading, it feels adjacent to your own personal channeling and what I've seen others say recently, too. So, I do feel we do have to stay strong. Things will get rough but it's not the end.

Yes! I see it as sudden and fast. It'll be also all provoked by him. His luck this year will turn into bad luck in 2025. His energies are not compatible with the energies of our current times. Something is off about him and it needs to be fixed and it will be fixed.

These events are necessary for us to grow as a country, but he literally sped up a process by being so misplaced.

He'll have a lot of people furious at him. Not just one side. His voters will turn on him once they see that he's truly destroying what's left of the country. His behaviour will become even more erratic by the day that his team itself will try to gain control of him but he just won't stop

The history books will not remember him kindly and he and his remaining followers will be looked upon as an embarrassing blip. He will eventually be forgotten but we'll still have "scarring" in the nation after he's gone for a long time.

I don't see the old republican party recovering from this but I do see a new party rising from its ashes that is closer to the former gop before they became radicalized.

Our country won't be the same and neither we will we be as people.

I haven't done tarot in a while but I recognize in your reading that he wants things rushed, he wont stop and he's so full of his own arrogance that he's become his own worse enemy. He'll potentially become more dangerous when he sees almost nothing goes his way (2025 is not his good year) because I see multiple failures in his plans (losses) in your cards for him. He even has a standstill moment. Something will hold him in place while these failed plans wash over him.

He is so arrogant and full of himself that he gets sloppy. With my channeling, I know he's got people around him that are pulling the strings as well, including the writers of Project 2025 but he'll veer off from their plans and they will turn on him and make him lose face even more in the masses.

That doesn't make these people good in the slightest, but it puts in display that they only want an easy to control Trump, not this erratic man that does whatever he wants. They helped him get there and he's biting them back for it. They don't even see him as president but as someone that gets them into the White House. Their loyalty goes as far as he's useful.

With his behaviour and this group, he'll finally set everything off. I see it starting with the people rebelling and then the army itself getting involved.

He's going to push too much, too fast. I had estimated that something major was going to happen in March and will last up to 6 months, but the rebuilding and rebirth of the country and us as well, could take years.

It's not a bad thing. We'll be better and this, as scary as it is, is a very necessary thing.

But the word that keeps coming to be is revolution.

We will be strong and we will make it out fine. I can see that for us too. We just have to hang on and be cautious.

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hey, i love your blog!

how are you doing? 🥰

can i ask for a personality reading of ateez's hongjoong?

thanks in advance 💘

Heyy I recognize you hehe 😉thanks for all your support!!

Ateez Hongjoong Personality:

Dice: 1st House, Mars, Scorpio

Tarot: Queen of Swords Reversed, Ten of Swords Reversed, The Hermit Reversed, Four of Wands Reversed, Death, Ten of Cups, Ten of Wands, Five of Swords, Page of Pentacles Reversed, Knight of Swords Reversed.

I think he can be stubborn. I see his life has had many ups and downs, and many transformative situations, so he seeks control in order to regain stability. I think he’s someone who is driven and has extreme amounts of energy, but may lack the ability to channel it well on his own. He may thrive well in relations to others, I think being a part of something gives him the opportunity to channel all that restlessness. Is he a very physical person? On the opposing end, he may not be the best at communication, maybe he can come off as harsh or combative even when not wanting to. I think he’s a very passionate person in many ways… Theirs is a stubbornness that when channeled well, has the ability to do incredible things. I think he is very used to instability, so he may have obsessive tendencies, doesn’t like change much. He may miss opportunities because of this, which is why working with others is helpful for him. He needs a certain push to accept changes, and then he’s all about it. I think he is very sensitive but it is not something you will find out by just looking at the surface, it is well hidden, almost too well to the point he may hide it from himself. There is a need for him to remain strong and powerful, so he may not be comfortable in vulnerability, I think he’s also been betrayed in the past and is only beginning to heal from the damage. He has the ability to do many great things, there’s is inertia here. Like he needs outside influences to set him in motion haha. I find this very refreshing and fascinating, I’m just throwing this out there, but this may not be a side he readily shows in public. I see it is a very deep part of him, He’s able to adopt certain personas to suit different purposes. Very interesting person, i like him hahah!

Hope you like this!xxx

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Back at it again with the gay Francis request 🫶

Can I get a Francis Wilkerson x male reader where he falls for a skater boy with anger issues? Maybe pre-military school??? Or they can just meet during military school whatever makes more sense. But like reader is just the classic early 2000s baggy pants, drinks mtn dew, video game addicted, but he's also very stubborn with a mean streak.

Reader just like "im going to punch you in the face if you keep talking to me-"

Francis: "-ok but THEN can we make out?"

Francis Wilkerson With an Angry Skater Boy Headcanons

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A/N: idk anything about skateboarding whoops, don’t let your friends pierce you unless they’re a professional

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You probably met before Francis was sent to military school

The two of you were either in the same friend group or ran in similar crowds

When Francis sees you for the first time, he’s probably thinking “wow, he’s hot”

He thinks he means it in an “i wanna be him” kind of way

Which is a bit true

But it’s more in an “i wanna be with him” way

Francis saw you first, sitting at a table with some of his friends and some other kids he didn’t know. You were playing with a wheel on your skateboard, spinning it absentmindedly while Richie talked about something no one else really cared about.

He sat down in the only available seat at the table, which was right across from you. He gave a half-hearted greeting to everyone, too busy glancing at you every few seconds to pay attention to anyone else.

Eventually, you felt his gaze. You looked up, seeing that he was already looking at you. Francis’ eyes widened in a panic, but he couldn’t help but look away. However, the slightly angry expression growing on your face made him wish he’d stop staring at you.

“What are you looking at?” you asked in a hiss, hands now gripping your skateboard and back straightening up. Francis tried to stammer out a response, but it was nothing coherent.

“Y/n, chill.” Richie laughed, looking at you with his usual half-lidded eyes. “Francis is cool, man, don’t worry.”

Francis nodded quickly, hoping that that along with Richie’s statement would cool you off a bit.

And it seemingly did. After giving the blonde a onceover, which felt more like a glare to him, you relaxed back into your slouched position.

Despite your somewhat coarse personality, Francis still wanted to hang out with you

He doesn’t know how he did it, but you start to warm up to him

By warming up, it mainly meant you not glaring at him every time he got near you

Soon enough, the two of you were hanging out regularly

“On your right.” You muttered, focused on the violent game that you had on the TV. Francis had come over to your place after school, mainly to get away from his mom, so you thought you’d pass the time by playing the new shooting game you got.

Francis was barely playing. Instead, he kept glancing over at you every few seconds. There was something about the way you got heated so easily that got him excited. 

“Dude, you just died.” You laughed at him, and Francis’ eyes snapped to the screen to see that he was, in fact, killed. He sighed and tossed his controller on the bed, acting like he was annoyed when it really just gave him more of an excuse to check out your room. And you.

Keeping the controller steady on your leg, you played with one hand while the other grabbed your half-empty soda can. Francis watched as you chugged the remaining Mountain Dew, crushed the can, and threw it toward the trash can in the corner. 

“Stop staring, or I’ll punch you,” you said, catching Francis’ stare out of the corner of your eye before focusing back on the game.

“Yeah, right.” In quick response, you hit Francis in the shoulder. “Ow!”

The two of you like to get up to trouble

Graffiti some walls, smoke some weed, usual teenage troublemaker stuff

One night, while Francis was at your house, he told you about a little lecture his mom had given him

And how it made him want to do the complete opposite of what she told him

“You sure about this?” you asked, not really sounding concerned as you cleaned off the sewing needle you had taken from a random junk drawer. “Lois is totally gonna send you to military school.”

“Fuck it,” Francis said with a shrug, playing with the jewelry that he brought with him. 

“Okay then.” You shrugged, going over to your bed. You pushed Francis to lie down and sat beside him, staring down at him. “Don’t get pissed if I fuck it up though.”

“Kiss for good luck?” Francis laughed lightly. Even though it sounded like a joke, he was slightly serious. You thought about it for a moment. You supposed there were worse people to kiss.

“Sure.” You said with a shrug. Leaning over Francis, you pecked him on the lips quickly. “No homo.” 

“Wha…” Your actions put Francis in a daze, so he didn’t register you putting the needle to his nose as you pulled your face away from his. In a flash, the needle was through his left nostril. “Ow!”

“Don’t be a pussy, Francis.”

The two of you fell silent as you put some of the jewelry through the hole you had just made. Francis played with his hands, looking up at you as you hovered over him.

“Keep looking at me like that, and I’ll hit you,” you murmured, your threat losing some of the usual seriousness you carried. Francis laughed.

“If I let you pierce something else, can I get another kiss?”

“...Fine.”

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“Don't you ever get tired, boss?” You ask, peering over Unknown's shoulder at his screen.

He turns around to scowl at you. Yes, of course he gets fucking tired. That's by no means something he's proud of, and it's by no means something he wants to hear you prattling on about. Unknown has discovered that he likes having you around— it's nice to have someone to talk to, and even better that you're usually able to entertain him, at least to some degree— but he could do without the constant questions. You always want to know what he's working on (which is classified), what you can do to help (nothing whatsoever, unless you're sitting on a bunch of useful skills that have somehow managed to escape Unknown’s notice thus far), and, worst of all, how he's feeling (which is none of your goddamn business, actually). Unknown has no interest in anything even remotely resembling a conversation about emotions with you, let alone one about his physical state. 

“Hm,” he says eventually, not caring how you interpret the sound. It's none of his business how you interpret things, at least as long as you're keeping those interpretations to yourself and staying out of trouble.

“Then you should sleep,” you suggest, “I'm sure that it'll help you work better.”

“Oh, is that so?” Unknown hums, still not looking up from his screen— truth be told, he's barely listening to you. He couldn't care less what you think about his methods, though that certainly doesn't stop you from peppering him with moral qualms and concerns about his health under these working conditions— as if Unknown has any control over that, anyway. Why do you want to make him feel so powerless? Can't you just stay securely under his thumb and let him go about his business? 

“Yeah,” you reply, “It is. If you're tired, you should sleep. That’s kind of, like, basic knowledge 101, you know?”

“I can't sleep, prince(ss),” Unknown grits out. He’s annoyed that this is even a discussion. 

“Oh, you mean you can’t fall asleep?” You ask, probably trying to be helpful. Normally, Unknown wouldn't give a shit about anybody's intentions but his own or his Savior's... however, lately, he's begun to pick up on the fact that people can mean very well while somehow managing to remain insufferably annoying. He wouldn't have thought that this combination was possible until he met you— you should be proud of yourself, Unknown supposes, though not too proud— that would be a bit much. “Then that might be because of all the monitors. Maybe you’d be able to rest better if you turned a couple of them off.” 

“No,” he growls before you can give him another useless suggestion. Just because Unknown understands your motivations doesn't mean he's going to entertain any more nonsense from you. After all, he's your boss, not your friend— and honestly, boss isn't the term he originally would have selected, but it would be too much of a hassle to change anything now that you seem married to the idea. “I can't sleep unless that redhead sleeps, get it? He’ll attack and undo all my progress while I’m wasting time in dreamland.” And if that redhead is sleeping, then Unknown isn't going to sleep, either, because it'll give him an opportunity to get a leg up. If he rests only when his exhaustible body forces him to do so, then eventually, he’ll arrive at his revenge. 

“Well, if you're not sleeping, I'm not sleeping,” you declare, “And if you think I'm annoying now, you're just gonna love me when I'm sleep deprived.”

Unknown rolls his eyes at your sheer audacity. “Aw, do you think you're being clever?” He coos. “You can't control me that easily, assistant.” Lately, Unknown has gotten into the habit of calling you by your title as if it were a pet name of some kind. He likes the reaction that it gets from you, though he doesn’t understand it— if you’re so proud to be his assistant, then why do you constantly question him? Can’t you just leave well enough alone? 

“I’m just showing you how ridiculous and stubborn you’re being, boss. What are you gonna do about it?” You ask.

You’re challenging him, trusting that he’ll humor you as you test him in a vain attempt to prove a really useless point. Unknown isn’t sure why you couldn’t have applied this determination to chatting with the RFA, or at least going into that apartment. Maybe you would have been happier there, with people who would accept and embrace your affection and concern. But there’s no point in thinking about that now— you’re stuck with Unknown, and for all intents and purposes, he is equally stuck with you. 

Unknown just rolls his eyes at you again. Honestly, maybe he is starting to get tired, if you've managed to get under his skin so easily— but it doesn't matter whether he's tired or not. Unknown will get his work done regardless of his physical condition, and you should get that through your head as soon as possible. “You're gonna go lay down on the couch and shut your mouth,” he intones, “Or else I'll send you to your room, and you can stay there alone. How does that sound, cutie?”

Even if you insist on staying awake to prove some useless point to him, eventually, you’ll drift off if you’re laying there not doing anything. That way, Unknown won’t have to worry about you while he’s working— of course, he isn’t at all concerned with your well being, he reminds himself. He just doesn’t want to have to waste time thinking about what kind of trouble you might be causing behind the scenes. 

“Wow, so cruel,” you pretend to lament with a pouting expression as you throw yourself onto the couch. You’re just joking, of course— you don’t actually think that about him. If you did, you wouldn't be able to say it so flippantly. You’re convinced that he’s a good person somewhere deep down, but Unknown might very well be cruel— no, scratch that. He knows for a fact that he's a bad guy to his core, a monster in every sense of the word. Unknown is by no means a nice person, but he knows how to get what he wants. That’s got to count for something, right? “But just promise me you’ll rest eventually, okay?” Your concern is evident in your voice, even if you try to hide it behind that playful tone. 

“Mhm. Maybe I’ll be able to rest when my assistant isn’t causing me so many problems,” he hums. It’s best to just humor you, to keep you from wasting time worrying when you could be helping Unknown with his revenge. Besides, he’s not even really lying— he’ll have to sleep eventually. No matter how many times he pushes his body to its limits, it never seems to get any stronger or better at staying awake when he needs it to.  “But if you want to stay with me, then you should start being quiet now.”

You don't respond, and for his part, Unknown counts it as a win.