#Detective Cha Is Dead

[academyofbrokenhearts]

I didn't really want Hyun-soo to become a murderer, but it was so satisfying to see Hee-sung utterly terrified.

They have accused him of murder baselessly all his life; now finally he is going to be what they said he is. And BHS freaks!

I loved this bit so much! Because people did horrible things to him all his life and all he wanted was to get away from them. He had zero interest in revenge.

But here, BHS hurt Ji Won, killed Ji Won (or so he believes) and now Hyun Soo is more terrifying that BHS ever dreamed of being.

I liked Mi Sook preventing him from being a murderer because she does see the similarities in them - two tortured victims driven into a corner in a different way; and she’s grateful for being saved. Because otherwise, yikes.

And we get that scene of HS chasing him through the forest, with the focus still on his wedding ring.

Seriously this? This is scary. He has finally and truly snapped.

(this actually made me laugh. You got what you wanted, why are you complaining?)

And then he sees his father again and is following him. Yikes omg the symbolism of that is NOT GOOD. He is pretty much disassociating.

Meanwhile, Ji Won finds out that he may think he is dead and her face goes !!!!! as it should. She knows more than anyone, how fragile her husband’s…everything…is.

Yes please! I do love that she’s not talking about saving him from a physical peril but a worse peril - to his soul and sanity and sense of self.

I found this interesting. Because sure Ji Won has that opinion - she’s a cop. But if there ever was a man who needed killing, it’s BHS.

In conclusion, I am a disturbed person but this was sort of hot.

[noisilyscreechingsong]

Seeing ghosts in Gotham

He’s walking alone. Despite how dark it is, he’s not particularly nervous, not like the couple of people hovering in an alley.

His shift at Batburger went a little long, not that he’s complaining, he needed the money.

Everything is fine. Splendid. Fantastic. A little quiet, enough to pretend it’s a nice stroll home like it was back in Amity. Of course that all kind of goes up in flames when a dark figure drops into a crouch right in front of him. About two arm lengths away is a guy who straightens to a little taller than Danny himself. From the flickering street light across the street he can spot red, crisscross yellow, and a dark cape.

Red Robin.

Danny shakes his head and turns around.

“Nope.”

A smaller body is already standing behind him, blocking his path. The little guy with a serious face folds his arms across his chest as if challenging Danny to try to get by him.

He’s had enough tussles with Danielle to know better than to test the kid.

Danny rubs at his eyes with a hand, purposefully keeping the other limp at his side. He turns back around.

“Okay. Fine. What? What do you want?”

“You sent in a folder of information to solve the Boothe case,” Red Robin states confidently like there wasn’t any doubt it was Danny who sent it in.

He frowns. It was sent in anonymously. As in they shouldn’t be able to know it was him. Then again they are detectives in their own right even if they dress weird.

“See? This is why no one helps out the police if they’re gonna get grilled for it later on,” he complains sourly.

“That case is connected to another string of crimes we’ve been investigating. I need to know where you got your information.”

Danny glares at him for a second, actually thinking about telling him, then he remembers how quickly these guys throw people into Arkham.

“Do you not get what anonymous means?”

“What is your source?” He asks, completely ignoring Danny’s concerns.

“What are gonna do? Dangle me over the side of a building to get me to talk like you do with the criminals you guys pick up? Go ahead. See where that gets you,” he shrugs indifferently.

“You’re a runaway.”

Danny’s eyes widen in surprise before narrowing into a warning as he turns to look at the pipsqueak that spoke.

“From your poorly made fake ID and the fact you don’t look close to eighteen, you must be a runaway minor. We could bring you in to the proper authorities if you prove to be… uncooperative.”

Danny sneers in annoyance.

“Seriously?” He turns back to Red Robin. Clearly the older of the two and the one leading this investigation. “This is what I get for trying to help? Blackmail?”

“Robin can be a bit… abrasive. I, on the other hand, can appreciate a different approach.”

Suddenly there’s a couple pieces of paper money in between his fingers. Danny couldn’t see how much it was from this far away, but it didn’t really change how he felt about the whole situation.

“Now bribery? Wow, you guys really got the whole good cop, bad cop thing down, don’t cha?”

“Then what do you want?”

“For you to stop wasting your time,” Danny answers with a snap.

Red Robin pauses.

“Our time,” he repeats calmly.

“Yea. Your time. This is a dead end and you should move on.”

“And why are you a dead end?” Presses Robin.

“Because,” Danny emphasizes with a look over his shoulder, “the guy you’re really looking for, my source as you put it, is dead, okay? So you can’t go ask him questions. I sent in everything that was relevant. Find another lead.”

Red Robin’s expression remains blank as he mentally calculates his next move. Danny hopes he takes his advice and let him go home.

“His name?”

Danny folds his arms over his chest, a pathetic attempt to protect himself. He chews on his lip a minute. To tell him or not to tell him. It’s not really ratting the guy out since he’s, you know, dead. Although there is a large chance Danny’s missing something and it’s all going to lead back to him somehow.

“I didn’t kill him.”

“I never said you did,” the vigilante replies calmly, almost nonchalant.

Danny shifts his weight with nerves. He really wasn’t getting out of this without giving them something, huh?

“Greg,” he grinds out like it’s painful.

Silence for a few moments, then-

“As in Gregory Boothe?”

The victim of this whole conversation? Yes.

Danny’s silence is answer enough and the diverted gaze just solidified their suspicions.

“Gregory Boothe’s body turned up a month ago. Presumably he’d been dead for several weeks before that.”

Red lets that damning information hang in the air like Danny didn’t already know.

“So when did he talk to you? Last week?”

Danny jerks at the off handed joke, actually taking a step back and hitching his shoulders up to his ears. He grimaces at his knee jerk response, but can’t take it back. A glance toward the vigilante shows a calculating stunned expression from what he can see ignoring the mask. He looks away again finding a discarded soda can very interesting.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Demands Robin behind him.

Danny tried to resist the urge to curl even more into himself, but knows he failed without even having to look.

“You’re a medium,” Red Robin states. It’s not even a question.

Danny flinches and shoots the guy a scared glare.

“I am not one of those scam artists,” he hisses firmly.

“No,” Red agrees, “you’re not. You didn’t ask for money or attention.”

Danny stares like it’s his first time seeing him. The lack of aggression or accusations was new and a little disarming. He was genuinely confused as to why the guy wasn’t immediately going to denial or throwing him in Arkham.

“Hell of a city to hide in when you can see ghosts,” Red Robin says in a light tone like he was teasing him. The small tug to his lips just proves it.

Danny’s shoulders practically sag at the playful demeanor. A hand reaches up to rub the back of his neck self-consciously.

“Yea, well… no one was gonna look for me here.”

Which was only half the reason he chose Gotham, but it was still truthful.

“So… Greg?”

“Isn’t here right now.” Danny pauses and snorts at himself. “Please leave a message.”

The vigilante does have a sense of humor because he smirks in response to the joke.

“Is there another way to… make contact? Summoning maybe?”

Danny raises an eyebrow incredulously.

“Summoning is rude,” he says like it’s common sense.

Instead he turns to the nearest reliable ghost in the vicinity.

“Hey, Susan, can you go-“

The vigilantes can’t hear how she interrupts him because she was standing there the whole time and knows exactly what he was going to ask.

“Okay, thanks. Meet at mine.”

The ghost woman nods and flies off to go hunt down dear old Greg and Danny turns to Red Robin. He makes a casual move with his head to say ‘follow me’ and continues walking down the sidewalk past the guy and further into the old, decrepit buildings he’s been squatting in.

They already know he’s a runaway, being homeless shouldn’t come as a shock to them. Even with his two jobs, he can’t afford to rent an apartment. No wonder so many people are in poverty or in the slums.

He ducks into his rundown building, ignoring the rats scurrying away, and hops up the rickety stairs, avoiding the ones that were unstable. It was a nightmare figuring out which steps were faulty. Lots of injuries.

At the top he turns to see Red easily copying his movements up the stairs while Robin balances along the railing like a tight rope. When they reach the top at the same time Danny just stares at them for a moment before shaking his head in exasperation. Darn vigilantes. Why did Danny have to get caught up in this mess?

He turns, walking along the floor closest to the wall before getting to what he’s deemed his room.

It used to be an office from what he can tell. A desk pushed against the far wall and a ripped sofa he’s been using as a bed on the other wall. The floors were the most stable in this room which really won out.

Danny goes to the desk where all his papers are scattered over the surface. An organizational pattern only he understands as he shuffles through the pile he pulls from the cubby above the desk. It holds all the same information he sent into the police, just in its raw form with about twice the amount of useless information. Along with it is a few other ‘cases’ that sounds familiar that he just threw together into a pile. Maybe the genius detectives could decipher what he couldn’t.

“Here,” he says, holding out the stack. Red Robin doesn’t hesitate to take it off his hands.

There’s no chair for the desk anymore so he slides some papers out of the way to hop onto the desk to wait.

“No.”

The vigilantes look at him and he shakes his head and looks over to the side.

“No, Abby. I’m not wasting their time.”

Red Robin goes back to flipping through papers. Most of them were old business papers he had found in the office and just written on the back. Some were receipts or pamphlets or some other random scrap of paper he could get his hands on.

“Because yours was an accident. There’s nothing for them to solve.”

Robin watched him cautiously as if waiting for Danny to snap or suddenly turn violent. Instead he leans back on his hands in a vulnerable position which screamed ‘I don’t want to hurt anyone’.

“There is a lot more information here than what was submitted to the police,” Red Robin comments neutrally, purposefully ignoring Danny’s exasperated sigh and one-sided conversation.

Danny shrugs in defense, “Didn’t think all of it was relevant.”

The vigilante doesn’t respond.

Robin drifts closer as Danny gives a withering glare to the corner. He examines the mess of papers surrounding the teen in the low lighting.

“Are these all files of victims?”

Danny glances over them with a knowledgeable eye.

“Most.” He twists to point at the top left corner of the cubbies. “Those are accidents though… well, what sounds like accidents.”

“There should be more.”

Danny looks at the boy with a tilted head and raises brow.

“Not everyone sticks around,” he explains simply.

Then something draws his attention away across the room. Surprisingly his eyes don’t glaze over like someone with mental illness, instead they sharpen to see something they can’t. It resembled Constantine or Thomas.

“Greg, these guys wanna talk to you.”

What proceeds is a very awkward interaction with Danny as a middle man between victim and vigilante. Despite the need for a translator, Red Robin does in fact get a lead from the conversation.

“Thank you for your cooperation.”

Danny nods. “Sure, no problem. Just don’t rat me out to the police and I can help with any other case that pops up with a ghost attached.”

“You know we can help with your living situation,” Red Robin offers with a glance around the room.

“What, and put me in foster care? No thanks, I’ll pass.”

“There are other options,” Robin chimes in with nonchalance that implies he doesn’t actually care.

“You don’t pass for eighteen, but if you let me make you a new ID we could say you’re emancipated.”

Danny frowns.

“I’d have to be sixteen to be eligible for emancipation.”

“You could be sixteen.”

No, he really couldn’t. Maybe if you squint your eyes and tilt your head, but Danny is fourteen with all the baby fat and innocent face that comes with it. His license now is a clear fake to anyone who sees it, but in this city no one’s gonna question it to his face. They just raise a brow, look at him, then shrug it off and roll with the lie.

“What do you want?” He demands. All this good will and wanting to help him can’t be free.

“We want to help,” Red says too easily.

Danny stares for a second, eyes narrowed as he tries to block out the multiple voices around him.

Insurance. He wants Danny to owe him so he can keep coming back for more information.

“I just told you I would help. Why are you still trying to get leverage?” He demands with irritation.

“We want to help-“

“You want me in your back pocket.”

Red Robin doesn’t give that a response, his lips pressing together to make a hard line.

Instead of pushing, he surprisingly takes a step back and heads towards the door, papers still in hand. Danny doesn’t argue.

Robin ducks out first, blending into the shadows without even a glance over his shoulder. Red Robin pauses in the doorway.

“Don’t try to skip town,” he states like an order. Like if Danny did in fact try, he would be found and brought back.

It didn’t even cross Danny’s mind.

“Wasn’t planning on it,” he says tiredly, too fed up with the day to defend himself.

Red Robin watches him for a moment before nodding and disappearing out the room.

Danny slumps with a groan, finally sliding off the desk to shuffle to the couch, body flopping face first into the worn cushions.

It’s silent to everyone else but Danny.

“I know.”

…

“I know, Jack, but I don’t trust them. Even if he is your son.”

Danny never noticed the bug planted by Robin on the underside of the desk.

[shomatoriashi]

09/08/24; 04:15pm

yandere!self.aware!sung jinwoo x fem.reader

you had no idea how this strange love began.

your mind knew that sung jinwoo was simply a fictional character; one whose birth stemmed from a mind of a writer before coming into fruition when an artist decided to illustrate his stories-

yet you couldn't deny how much your heart raced at the mere sight of him-

how your mind painted daydream upon daydream about being together with him, be it while using your own self insert or an original character made to reflect your personality and make your own stories with your beloved jinwoo.

in your mind, jinwoo would always choose you; his heart never once belonged to the infuriatingly lovely cha hae-in because you were the one who loved him from the start.

you were the one who supported him even when he was a mere level e hunter, labeled the weakest in the world along with his frumpy appearance.

you loved him when he had messy locks of ebony hair-

you loved him when all he could afford were plain, blue hoodies, ripped jeans, and damaged sneakers-

you loved him when he was at his worst-

and you had convinced yourself that only you could deserve him while he was at his best.

truly, cha hae-in could never.

but you digress and were getting a bit ahead of yourself. after re-reading his webcomic on your phone, (losing count of the sheer amount of times that you have read his story), your life took on a brighter turn one early morning.

as you were shopping for your usual groceries, you pass by the aisle that held a few shelves dedicated to some books along with some mangas and manhwas alike when a familiar title stops you dead in your tracks.

solo leveling.

not even trying to hide your immense joy at seeing the colorful and physical volume of your beloved series, you grab it while flipping through its pages, completely captivated by each panel that featured jinwoo in various scenarios. as your eyes land on a full page dedicated to him, a giggle was heard escaping from your parted lips as you gave that jinwoo panel a kiss.

feeling your cheeks heat up at how silly you were behaving, you grab the single volume of solo leveling and place it within your cart, unaware of how tiny wisps of shadows slowly began to surround the seemingly unassuming manhwa.

{ ... }

jinwoo had simply began doing his usual 10km run for the day when he felt the lingering sensation of being kissed somewhere on his cheek. the sensation felt so close and real that it made the young hunter stop dead in his tracks.

the last time jinwoo recalled ever being kissed was by his mother, and that had been years ago. now that he was an adult, such kisses came sparingly because it was embarrassing to be doted on by his mother at such an age despite knowing how much his mother would always love him.

so feeling such an affectionate touch put a bit of a smile on jinwoo's face. he touches at the spot where he felt the kiss, blaming it on a mere phantom's touch before continuing on with his day.

however, it was easier to ignore such lingering kisses had it just been a one time occurrence-

ever since that day, it seemed that the kisses felt against his skin became even more frequent. despite how he lived alone, jinwoo swore he could feel a gentle kiss against his head of hair, and even hear the sounds of muffled giggling-

and it was truly driving him insane with curiosity.

when he felt another one of those lingering kisses against his skin did he finally use the system to get to the bottom of this. summoning its translucent screen, he stares straight into it while demanding, "show me the image of the person who keeps kissing me."

[ ... ]

[ ... ... ... ... ... ... ]

[ anomaly detected; connection forged between this world and the other ]

[ view anomaly? ( y / n )? ]

"yes." jinwoo's voice was filled with confidence, ready to get to the bottom of this the moment the system began to work its magic. he saw nothing but static and white noise for a brief second-

yet that all changes when the screen clears, revealing a smiling, young woman.

it was someone he had never once seen before in his life, but seeing the girl smiling so brightly at him made jinwoo's heart lurch within the confines of his chest. his mouth turns dry, and he found his grey eyes practically try to drink in the sight of the strangely beautiful girl.

and the more he stared, the more he knew that it was completely over for him-

for you had somehow taken over his life, leaving him a mere husk of what he once was.

{ … }

as time goes on, you were able to collect even more physical volumes of solo leveling, further expanding your love for jinwoo as you eagerly drank in those colored pages that captures your beloved so well.

however, there seemed to be something… off each time you read those pages. usually, while admiring those panels, jinwoo would often face whoever was speaking to him, giving you the perfect view of his side profile.

yet now, it seemed like whenever you would admire those pages, jinwoo’s gaze would somehow be honed forward, as if he was looking directly at you instead. the speech bubbles would remain the same-

yet jinwoo would no longer be looking at the other character-

only at you (always at you.)

admittedly, it scared you just the tiniest bit, which was what made you stop reading solo leveling. you figured the reason why jinwoo appeared like he was looking at you was probably because you were severely sleep deprived. instead of reading, you decided to search through your album dedicated to jinwoo and choose a new wallpaper for your phone.

it takes you quite a bit of time to decide, but you decided on a particularly good shot of his side profile where he is smiling and deep in thought. feeling your heart racing at the mere sight of him, you finalize your phone's wallpaper before setting your phone off to the side and on top of your nightstand.

deciding to destress with a good shower, you head into the bathroom and turn on the hot water, undressing your clothes while remaining blissfully unaware of how your phone began to display the same, strange shadowy wisps that surrounded the volume of solo leveling you had purchased.

you spent roughly half an hour cleansing yourself in the shower, letting out a sigh of relief when you began drying your hair with a plush towel. now dressed in your usual sleepwear, you were ready to cuddle up in bed while playing games and maybe watch a video or two on your phone.

landing in bed with a wide grin, you take a hold of your phone, ready to open your usual applications when something startling makes you freeze up completely.

the wallpaper you had made for your phone-

the one where you had assigned jinwoo's side profile-

his side profile was no longer seen.

instead, what you saw was jinwoo looking directly at you, his purple eyes seeming to glow with mischief. unable to comprehend nor believe what was going on, you bring your phone closer to you, seeing jinwoo break into a smirk while saying your name.

it sounds muffled at first, yet the movement of his lips and the deep sound of his voice was undeniable-

letting out a sudden gasp, you toss your phone away from you, hands clutching at your comforter when thick tendrils of shadows began to surround the entirety of your room.

the sudden onslaught of darkness overwhelms you, making you lose consciousness almost immediately as a pair of powerful arms traps you in its embrace...

{ ... }

your head was pounding, making you let out a groan when you felt the bright sunlight hitting at the back of your eyelids. coupled along with the near blinding light was a reverent touch that was felt against your skin.

desperate to know what was going on, you carefully open your eyes, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings.

as you lay in bed, you saw that you were in a room that was much larger than your own while laying on a bed that had to be triple the size of your own bed. with a groan, you turn your face away from the piercing sunlight-

only to be met with the achingly handsome face of sung jinwoo himself.

your movements were quick, with your legs pushing you away from the person you assumed was a damn good sung jinwoo impersonator. but... impersonator or not, his easygoing smile and kind, grey eyes were enough to make your heart skip beats and your breathing hitched.

was this some kind of sweet dream you were living in?

and why was everything suddenly so vivid?

jinwoo scoffs before saying your name once more, using his large hands to pull your hips closer to him. "now, where do you think you're going?"

your mind was spinning when you felt jinwoo press a kiss against your temple, "y-you... who are you? a-and how did i get here?"

jinwoo was felt trembling a bit before letting out a tsk, delving his fingers into your slightly damp hair before pulling your body flush against his. "oh, i think you know exactly who i am, darling. or do you need a reminder?"

he hums, eyes never once looking away from you when he leans closer to press a series of lingering kisses against your features. the sight of the man you have always loved (and prayed to become real) actually kissing you makes you lose all train of coherency, with you only managing to wrap your arms around his neck in response.

you feel jinwoo smiling against your skin, pressing one last lingering kiss against it before murmuring to you, "you think you're so slick, believing that i could never feel any of your kisses against my skin-

but you're wrong."

the way his voice takes on a deeper, more possessive edge makes you look back up at him, meeting his gaze as they seemed to burn with fervor for you. "i always thought it was strange... how i could feel your phantom kisses against my skin, but could never once see you. i was desperate to know who you were that i used the system to reveal your identity to me."

your breathing becomes labored then, throat turning dry the more jinwoo continues to inch ever so closer to you, "and when i finally knew who you were, i was a goner. the fact that you were in an entirely different universe kept driving me up the wall, since i knew i had to do everything i could to keep you."

you found no words could come from your parted lips, simply trying to bask in jinwoo's confession as he kept gazing at you with an intensity that makes your heart soar. "my days were filled with thoughts of you alone. i needed to see you; to know what you were doing at every single moment- of every single second. so, i used my abilities as a monarch to invade the pages of my story. i made sure that each time you could see me, you would know that i would be looking back at you."

you immediately recall the times where it felt like jinwoo was looking at you through those glossy pages, "i-i always found it strange how it felt like you were looking at me."

a low hiss and a groan comes from jinwoo, and you felt his hands tighten around your shoulders as he begins to actively tremble in response to the sound of your voice once more, “you have no idea... how amazing it feels to finally hear the sound of your voice again. it's.... it's beautiful. better than music to my ears."

you shiver against him, feeling jinwoo gently nipping at your ear in a playful manner when you shakily tell him, "w-what's this? you sound like a man obsessed."

jinwoo was felt smirking against your skin, turning back to meet with your gaze. the look in his eyes was absolutely dark and full of possession at this point, and there was no way he would deny the truth, not to himself or to you, "obsessed? baby, i'm far more than obsessed with you. it's almost like i love you so much that it's become unhealthy... and i'm not ashamed to admit it."

another shiver was felt coursing through you, "y-you would do anything for me?"

his smirk simply widens in response to your question. anything for you? ha! that was an understatement. he would do anything and everything for you. it was practically like a god giving out his blessings at this point. "of course i would... i don't think there's anything i wouldn't do if you asked or needed me to do it. if it's for you, i wouldn't hesitate to do anything at all."

you were suddenly filled with a giddiness then, heart pounding within your chest as a sweet anticipation fills you. no longer were you worried about your life back in the real world, for the man you had always loved jut admitted to the lengths he would go to keep you happy and safe.

jinwoo notices the dreamy look in your eyes and chuckles, bringing your body closer to his while resting his forehead against yours. you were just so precious to him; like a rare gemstone he had to keep safe at all costs. seeing you filled with such joy for him only made him want to love and protect you even more.

"are you happy that i'd do anything for you, baby?"

your eager nods were all the confirmation jinwoo needed to lean closer to you, letting out a whisper of your name before slotting his lips against yours, hungrily swallowing your moans as he kept you pinned against his bed and trapped forever in this world with him-

a world where you will always be cherished and loved by him and him alone.

end notes: self aware jinwoo, you have my heart (⺣◡⺣)♡ currently unedited, but i'll make any changes once this is posted.

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

[mvrkieboo]

Old Bloodhounds

P46 | he's going to pay

You stared at the city mortuary. Gangnam in the daytime is poppy and bright, lined with riches and luxury. Gangnam at night, however, was when the devils came out to play. Gangnam nightlife is erratic and explosive, deadly and fraught with danger , the morgue was never empty because of it. Fatal overdose, beaten to death, unknown corpses, and mangled bodies. You were still desensitised to it, to your misery.

The fact that you could look at it head on without getting nauseous was a testament that you were never really meant for a life beyond Yoonsu, right?

“Kid. It’s been a while. You promised to stop smoking, remember?” Detective Do’s—Kyungsoo—voice reached your ears, making you lower your cigarette.

“I’m just going through some shit right now.” You had kept that promise, but with Yoonsu back into your life and your loved ones moving on without you, you couldn’t resist it.

Kyungsoo’s partner, Detective Lee Taeyong, tilted his head at your language.

Kyungsoo let out a huff at you, a ghost of a smile hanging on the corner of his lips. To him, you haven’t changed at all. Still rough around the edges, the same girl he had met in that godforsaken stripper joint years ago. Your gaunt face had always haunted him, in a way it’s slightly disappointing you’re still so…jaded.

“This is Detective Lee Taeyong, he’s been my partner for a year now. Still a rookie.” As if on cue, Taeyong stretched out his hand, and you shook it halfheartedly.

“Let’s get inside. I’ll be with you every step of the way.” Kyungsoo gave your shoulder a squeeze, and you nodded rather stiffly.

ooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

“That’s him. It’s Cha Yoonsu.”

Maybe you got too arrogant. Maybe you weren’t so desensitised anymore. That would explain the bile rising in your throat at the sight of this impostor, innocent, who’s wearing Yoonsu’s face. Your chest rose up and down rather violently, making it clear you were in distress. Kyungsoo didn’t have the chance to get a grip on you before you suddenly broke out of the lab, running all the way to the front desk and almost exiting the building altogether before Kyungsoo caught up to you.

He barked out for Taeyong to buy a bottle of water from the vending machine, guiding you to sit on the waiting chairs. He knew you preferred somewhere with more privacy, but considering the only other people at the front desk area was the receptionist, it was adequate enough. When Taeyong came back with the water, he was decent enough to offer you a piece of tissue. You took it to wipe away the few stray tears that escaped your eyes.

Kyungsoo who was sitting beside you—his knees digging into your thighs—kept his hand on your shoulder constantly.

“I thought you’d laugh and cuss at the corpse, but I guess I didn’t know you as well as I thought. He’s dead now kid, he won’t hurt you anymore.”

No, if you were still who you were as a teenager, you’d do just that. If it had been the you from just a few weeks ago, Jaehyun your brother again, Mark in your close proximity after so long, you’d break down in tears—you wouldn’t have gotten so nauseous. It was because you were aware that the corpse lying on that slab wasn’t Yoonsu. He was just another one of Yoonsu’s many victims, and you can’t help but think it was you that got that poor innocent man lying on that slab, wearing the face of a monster.

This was your fault. All your fault.

But the worst thing was, you’re about to move in with Yoonsu in some podunk apartment not long after this, and leave behind the people that you yearned for.

Why did Yoonsu have to come back?

No, why was Yoonsu even borned in the first place?

Why did he have to make your life a misery? Why did he have to push you to isolate yourself from your loved ones?

You turned your head to the clear glass doors of the building, seeing Yoonsu drinking a cup of coffee from across the street, a hat covering most of his face.

You’ve had it. He’s going to pay.

You snapped your head back to the floor, focusing on gathering yourself and calming down. When you were stable enough, you stood up, Kyungsoo following suit. He looked at you weirdly, finding your emotionless face a little off putting. You didn’t look even remotely relieved with Yoonsu dead. Something was off with you, but as you turned to face him and asked if you were allowed to leave, he let you go anyway. The look behind your eyes was full of rage for some reason, and he noted you actually looked like you were gearing up for something. He watched as you walked away, a lingering feeling gnawing at the back of his mind.

Something was wrong with you, but what exactly was it?

ooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Yuno would always make sure not to be at home every time you were, and for the first time in a while, you couldn’t feel so terrible about it anymore, even though he’s probably avoiding you for that fight you had two weeks ago. It was just three days after the concert, after you ditched him and your dad.

“Why? Why am I not as important as he is? Please, I’m sorry for not being there for you when you needed me most, Y/N, but—but I’m here now, as your brother again, so that has to mean something to you. Do you have to put that guy over me? Over Geonwoo and Woojin? When they’ve sacrificed so much for you?” Yuno never liked to raise his voice or yell, as he would seldom get so worked up enough to do so anyway.

But he can’t help it. He still remembered how it felt like when he watched you walk away from the bleachers when he was just about to perform the songs that were of his own creation. Not just covers of some other artists’ songs that he liked, but his own songs. He knew that you knew just how much that concert meant for him, so why?

Why did you have to leave and go to Junyoung? Couldn’t you have put it off just for that night and watched your brother perform and live out his lifelong dream?

“Here we are again as family, but you had to throw it all away for that guy!” He yelled out at the top of his lungs, making you wince.

“...just because you’re sorry for not being there for me doesn’t change the fact you weren’t there for me, Yuno. Seriously, what would you know about what I went through back then?” You scoffed by the end. 

Yuno began to place his palms on the kitchen area’s island, head dropped down as he took in deep breaths.

“I don’t know anything, Y/N, because I’m trying to let yourself open up to me in your own pace—”

“It’s been so fucking exhausting forcing myself to open up to you guys. It’s not like that when I’m with Junyoung, don’t you get it? Every time one of you act this way, you’d just make me regret coming clean about my past to you in the first place. God, now you’re making me wish you’d go back to treating me like a stranger again.”

—and that’s why he doesn’t want to be around you anymore. Wasn’t even phased when you said you were going to move in with your precious Junyoung. Ever since the morgue visit, every time you replayed that argument you had with Yuno, your promise to get back at Yoonsu would be whispered back to you with more conviction. You were going to make him pay, doesn’t matter the cost.

As you taped the last box of the stuff you're bringing along for the moving, that’s when you noticed Yuno had left his old phone on the living area’s coffee table. He brought a new sim card along with the new phone he brought just a few days ago, so this old phone probably had his old sim card. You took it and checked—yes, it was still inside, and intact, and functional. With Yuno’s old phone in your hand, you stared at it for a long while, until you made a silent apology to Yuno before pocketing it. You knew he probably wanted to sell it, considering he already did a factory reset on it, but you needed it more.

You could think of a good use for it.

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A/N : Y/N IN HER REVENGE ERA YUPPPPP

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[anonymous-existences]

Chapter 5 : Figuring you Out

Dante was shifting in his seat constantly, Infront of him Bruce Wayne or Well.. Batman without his suit, it was recommended they don't wear their other identities to not let anyone be suspicious... Too suspicious. Dante's hands were fidgeting under the table as he kept a composed soft smile trying to seem calm. They were apparently waiting for someone in the Batcave, Someone named John Constantine because another who is named Zatanna is not there for them.

Tim Drake-Wayne sat beside Bruce with curiousity, his hands crossed his legs slightly leaning over to the table Infront of them, he squinted at Dan before silently tossing his head back and finally groaned, "When's the so called Occult Detective getting here? He's so slow..." Tim sighed in annoyance and impatience as the clock ticked. Bruce grunts in agreement also slowly getting impatient. Dan's core stirred unexpectedly trying his best not to show any signs of total infatuation with the man Infront of him, it's rather embarrassing that he's even staring at the Man's Chest.

"...soft..." Dan blurted out staring at Bruce's chest, "Pardon..?" Bruce asked slightly tilting his head, "Oh! Sorry..." Dante averted his gaze withholding the blush about to form in his cheeks, he felt embarrassed to have even the thoughts of groping the Man's Chest. 'Have some shame Dante, Ancient's Sake even Technus would educate you about not having such fucking simp thoughts.' Dan thought to himself as he pinched his wrist to snap him back to reality. "I was just thinking about stuff... I apologize sir—" Dante says calmly, he felt his cheeks flush up as he tried to keep eye contact with Bruce.

Bruce nodded understandingly, he was Internally relieved that Dante didn't seem to have any intentions of malice or violence, Dante kept glancing at Bruce and the man took a deep breathe, "If I can ask, may I spar with you... Later...?" Dante smiled and tilted his head, Bruce was thinking on why he'd suddenly ask that, Evaluation of Power? Possible Trap to Kill Him? Bruce was thinking of all the things possible on why the Man would ask that, "Please don't worry it'll only be a light spar, or well a fist fight— and I will hold back if that's what you're worried about." Dante just reassured Bruce, "What for?" Bruce grunted and Dante perked up, "Y-You just Uh— seem like a strong person so I wanted to know how strong you truly are!" Dante exclaimed.

Dante smiled nervously and Bruce thought for a moment before nodding subtly, "I suppose." He says and Dante brightens up, Tim raises his eyebrow on why Dante was blushing and bright about Bruce agreeing for a spar, They really need Johnny here now because 'light spar' could mean whatever and it's making Tim and Bruce go mentally insane trying to figure it's meaning out, trying to figure out why Dante is Something and what he is truly.

"Sorry Blokes, Was Busy trying not to get cha— what in the fuck." John entered but stopped soon in his tracks upon seeing Dante, "Oh, John Constantine is the Hellblazer! Hello Hellblazer... Or well a better term is Soul-Selling Slu—... Cunt." Dante smiled but this is a more annoyed, Irritated smile. "Oh fuck me..." John just backing away, "I should've ignored your call." John regretting even coming at all.

Dante just smiled, "Sir Bruce if you want you can just ask me what I am." Dante glanced over at a confused Bruce, Bruce doesn't even fucking know what contingency plans he has for someone who might be related to something undead and powerful.

".... I suppose but.. John what is he...?" Bruce looked over to John who slowly and hesitantly sat near them lighting a cigarette, "Ghost King, God of the Dead, Undead, I thought your brother was the King?" John said deadpan, Giving up already and waving his hand dismissively. "Daniel was killed by Humans." Dante states making John Cough and Almost fall off his seat, "Oh Fucking— how am I alive? How are we alive?" John stuttered slowly standing up, "Humans, as in us..?" Bruce asked and Dante nodded, "Humans are quite lucky we decided to follow his sister's orders to not wage world ending war on this planet for killing the young king." Dante laughed subtly knowing well that Danny was alive and COULD have died but was de-aged instead but it still counted.

John kept coughing and hitting his chest to breathe properly, "Bloody Hell. Since when? Goodness Fuck—" John was just cursing under his breathe more, "Around 8 months ago." Dante casually states and John just stared at him, "How are you calm?" John murmured, "Because I have no plans of waging war and I finally found someone I feel I can love." Dante just smiles endearingly and looks back at Bruce, "now that you know what I am, we can spar later right?" Dante tilts his head, very amused smile.

John just stunned as he was lighting a new cigarette, "Yes, I too am curious of your abilities." Bruce nodded and sighed, he can't exactly oppose the polite ask of the man, especially when his heart tells him not to. John just looks shocked, mouth agape. "Cmere B." John stood up and pulls Bruce away from the table, Tim went ahead and asked Dan more questions which the man didn't hesitate to answer. "What is bothering you Constantine." Bruce asked and puts his palm on his hip, "Bats, Spar Meaning Flirting in Ghost Culture. He asked you to spar and you agreed meaning you're agreeing to his ROMANTIC advances... Do you need a fucking book for this?" John just states very clearly and loudly at Bruce.

".... I mean we already did stuff—" Bruce says, "Sometimes I notice your Dumb playboy persona leaks onto your real personality and it's irritating me." John says deadpan about to walk out, frustrated. "Fuck." Bruce curses and pinches the bridge of his nose. It seems He's gone INSANE FOR THE PAST DAYS THAT HIS MIND HAS BEEN ... Fantasizing about the Man that is Dante. Bruce is confused on why he's like this and why he's out of his usual self and it's making him seem more expressive and out of it.

Just what is happening to him and why does his chest stirs unusually when Dante talks to him or even looks at him, it's like with Talia but just stronger and much stronger and obvious, atleast with Talia it was easy to supress but right now he couldn't and it's frustrating him. He didn't have any contingency plans for emotions because he himself didn't know how to truly deal with em. Bruce sighed and tried to supress the stirring Down.

Bruce feels like he's going more insane by the second.

[Damian POV]

Damian was in his Bedroom with the twins and an unexpected Visitor, Jonathan Samuel Kent.. Jon cleared his throat, "So why do you exactly have two kids almost identical to you in your bedroom Dami?" Jon asks skeptical and Damian huffed, "They are my soon to be siblings as we plan to make My Father and Their Father marry Jon, now are you helping or not for if you are only here to slack off you can leave any moment." Damian pouts as he hugged the twins closer to him. "This is so blackmail material but if I take a picture of you now you'd probably try to stab me." Jon says and chuckled, "But sure I'll help, what's the deal with your Dad and their dad anyways?" Jon sat by the bed.

"They've done the sexual Deed Sober." Damian states without hesitation and writing, listing out how he should plan their setups, Jon just stared at him blankly, "You mean the Rumored Dante Jamie Masters is their Father? The Albino one high society and the news has stated to be "Best Eye Candy Bachelor"?" John tilts his head curiously and Damian hummed meaning yes it's that guy and Jon perked up.

"HE fucked your dad?" Jon exclaims in surprise, "Pardon your language Infront of the toddlers, I do not want them to learn such vulgar terms at their age thank you very much!" Damian shot him a glare. "Oh sorry sorry, it's just that, I never knew it would actually be your dad, sure they've been seen together chatting in the last gala That Sir Masters was Seen. I heard his sister BEAT UP THE JOKER!" Jon makes a 'Mind Blown' hand signs. "Yes Yes, His sister, Jasmine Masters dragged the joker back to Arkham as if he was a pound feral dog." Damian smiled amused.

"It is the best piece of literature journalism media I have seen as it showed her wielding a bat... Uncultured Choice of Weapon if you ask me but it reminds me of Harley Quinn instead this One would rather beat up the Joker than Get WITH the joker." Damian states, his chin high in pride, The twins copied him and also straightened their backs and held their chins semi high, "I think you're influencing the Twins..." Jon murmurs to Damian as Damian looked over to the two and his eyes sparkled and he smiled. "Splendid." Damian smirked proudly.

"Hopefully they don't take after your stabbing nature." Jon scoffs nervously, "Oh please they do worse than Me." Damian says as he finished drawing the twins. "What could be worse than stabbing?" Jon tilts his head with a bemused smile, "demonstrate Danielle and Danny." Damian ordered the two and they nodded happily and floated, they touched the bed and made it intangible making Poor Jon fall to the floor with a hard smack, they made the bed tangible again as Jon was raising his head and he hit his forehead with a bonk. "See. Notorious Little Mischievous Ghosts. I love them. They're officially my siblings now wether father or mother likes it." Damian chuckled amusedly as Jon crawled out of under the bed.

"Holy Christ that was unexpected and it hurt a lot and what do you mean by ghosts...?" Jon got up from the floor and looked over to the twins who were giggling on the bed, "I mean they're Ghosts Jon, well they said they're half dead which is still concerning but I was told they didn't die, they just manifested or was created which was more of a relief than hearing that two toddlers at one point had died and was revived leading to a half dead situation." Damian was coloring the drawing he made of the twins with coloring pencils.

"Why do you exactly want your dad to have a husband?" Jon asks and crossed his arms leaning it on the bed and rested his head on them, "So that he would no longer generate more unnecessary offsprings and that so he can finally be loyal to one Man. It's better than a woman, I do not want any more unexpected siblings." Damian nodded, "But you approve of step siblings?" Jon tilts his head, "I already have step siblings so why should I mind two more little siblings? Besides as the teens call it these days... They match my Freak." Damian proudly says, "You mean your Feralness, Which is Fair, considering your siblings ofcourse you won't mind two last siblings." Jon shrugged

"I also want the Therapist, Psychiatrist Jasmine Masters to be my Aunt, Perhaps she can bring a voice of reason in this household and team up with Alfred." Damian says in excitement, "Who wouldn't want the JokerBeater to be their Aunt. That's so sick!" Jon agrees with Damian and the twins nod with them approvingly. "Does anyone else know you're planning to get them together?" Jon stood up and plopped back on the bed, "Todd knows, he supports it too, Richard as well and Drake is quite... Neutral about it but Alfred too approves, Steph has spoken out that she wants to see and I qoute 'Two Old and Hot Men Being Sweet and LoveDovey.' Her exact words and Cass just say "Gay" which us— sigh." Damian sightly shook his head and Jon just looked at Damian weirdly.

"What you just said is so so so odd to hear, especially if it's you whose saying it." Jon waves his hand dismissively, letting the twins play with his hair. "Wait what's THESE two's names again?" Jon slightly looked up at the twins. "Dani-elle and Daniel. Quite uncreative but then again both of them are honorary names apparently for the Dante and Jasmine Master's Dead Brother and A Dead Daughter of Vladimir Masters so I can't judge too much." Damian shrugged and framed the drawing and hung it on the wall. "I'm Ellie!" Dani-elle says with a giggle, "I'm Danny..." Daniel says with a soft spoken tone.

"Wow, they are so different from you Damian." Jon says surprised, "Exactly what I like about them." Damian mutters with a soft smile and he pats the twins who looked up at him with happy smiles. "You look very handsome when you smile like that..." Jon mutters and Damian tilts his head, "Pardon? Did you say anything Jon?" Damian tilts his head, "NOPE! NOTHING AT ALL! HAHA— how are we gonna set them up again?" Jon dismisses and averts his eyes away from Damian's Gaze, He chuckled nervously and his cheeks slowly heating up causing them to flush up.

Damian nods dismissing it as mere gibberish whispers, "If you say so... Then now we shall go over everything I have listed that maybe, just maybe work with setting father up with the Hottest Bachelor of the year. Dante Jamie Masters." Damian states and spreads his list on the desk Infront of them as Jon stood up and walked beside Damian. The twins sitting in Damian's chair and looking over the desk to the list Damian had written, Damian cracked his knuckles "Now we shall go over each of them and see to understand if it'll work, Danny and Ellie, you two will help if it'll also work for your father alright?" Damian looked over to the two who nodded approvingly with wide feral grins, Damian too had a wide feral grins and he chuckled menacingly.

"Sometimes I can't help but not understand my feelings if I should think you doing that is hot or creepy as fuck." Jon blurted him out and the three just looked at him with confused tilted looks.

"Nothing." Jon sighed with a defeated look on his face, Maybe his mom was right, he does have a type.

[soylent-crocodile]

Myr (Monsters)

(Silver Myr by Kev Walker)

(I FUCKING LOVE MYR! They're cute, they're iconic, they're interesting bits of worldbuilding... I HAD to make 'em! Mercifully, I've separated Mirrodin from New Phyrexia, and created the Plane of Steel, a fun little plot hook roughly referencing Mirrodin's creation. If you want to make these native to the Plane of Metal- new to PF2- or simply old machines of a dead culture, feel free.

Also, this will contain rules for Mana Myr, which I spiraled off the five colors of Magic, but expect more myr in the future!)

Myr are mysterious creatures native to the Plane of Steel, an artificial plane ripped from the Plane of Earth and turned into a vast network of self-sustaining machines. Myr themselves are the most common denizens of the plane, servitors to an unknown master and performing upkeep on their more complicated cohabitants.

Myr have been imported from the Plane of Steel in rare quantities, and serve as a rare treasure on the Material Plane, loyal servants infused with magical energy. Some, however, fear inviting such mysterious creatures into their homes, especially paranoid wizards and watchful politicians, as it's a known fact that myr are vulnerable to scrying- and it's a distinct possibility that their master is still watching.

Myr are unique among constructs in being easily repairable once slain. Upon reaching 0 health, a construct with the Myr subtype is not destroyed; rather, it turns inactive, and will reactivate upon being returned to positive hit points. However, a myr that reaches -20hp is destroyed as usual. Additionally, the knowledge of how to create myr has been lost or well-hidden, and they lack rules for construction. Fortunately for myr, they are capable of reproducing themselves, although attempts to study how they do so have not succeeded in creating animate constructs.

There are thousands of different kinds of myr, most being only slight modifications on a basic design; what is presented are some common archetypes and a few notable variations.

Mana Myr

(Myr Moonvessel by Danny Orizio)

Among the most common servitor myr, mana myr work on the machinery that makes up the bulk of the Plane of Metal, and these servitors are attuned to one of the eight schools of magic. Of the myr of the plane, it is the mana myr who are most desired, and those who find themselves in possession of multiple, or let them reproduce, sell them for exorbitant prices.

Each school of magic produces a myr of a different color. Even though they are all made of the same substance, the magic forged into their bodies makes them appear as one of a variety of colors; the mana myr of each school of magic is named after a metal or mineral it resembles.

This small humanoid construct has a strange head shaped like a heavy beak. It resonates with magical energy.

Misc- CR1 LN Small Construct (Myr) HD2 Init:+2 Senses: Perception:+3 Stats- Str:8(-1) Dex:15(+2) Con:- Int:4(-3) Wis:14(+2) Cha:14(+2) BAB:+2 Space:2.5ft Reach:0ft Defense- HP:21(2d10+10) AC:13(+1 Size, +2 Dexterity) Fort:- Ref:+4 Will:+2 CMD:13 Special Defenses: Construct traits Offense- Slam +2(1d3-1) CMB:+0 Speed:25ft Special Attacks:  Feats- Lightning Reflexes Skills- Perception +3, Spellcraft +0 Spell-like Abilities-  Share Memory /at-will Make Whole 1/day Special Qualities- Mana Servant, Scrying Focus Ecology- Environment- Any Languages- Common (Can’t speak) Organization- Solitary Treasure- None Special Abilities- Mana Servant- A mana myr is designed as a vessel for magic. When created, it is infused with magic from one of the eight schools of magic. When used as a focus to cast a spell of that school, the spell is cast at a +1 caster level and with a +1 DC. A mana myr registers as strong magic of its school when viewed through Detect Magic or similar spells. Scrying Focus- Myr are perfect vessels for scrying on. They get a -5 penalty to saves against spells with the Scrying descriptor, and magical sensors made to scry on a myr and its surroundings get a +5 bonus against rolls to perceive it. Additionally, myr- and any object or creature they are in contact with- are not protected by spells such as Nondetection and Screen.

[indestructibleheart]

Y'all... I know this is truly shocking, but I have worbs. Thank you to @hippolotamus for the tag!

As you know, it's been a struggle the last couple of months for many reasons, and my ability to focus on fic was the first thing to go. But, as of this week, I'm back to being medicated, caffeinated to high heaven, and getting my shit together one piece at a time.

I decided to work on my Dead Boy Detectives AU this weekend, hoping to finish it for Halloween. The jury is still out on the timing, but I'm happy to report that the ending is done.

...Now, I just need the plot. 😅

Anyway, here's seven nine sentences:

"You'll make a great Dead Boy Detective." As Henry's blood roars in his ears (metaphorically), Nora smiles. "That's a terrible name," she says. Alex nudges her. "We'll workshop it." And that's it. Henry shoves his chair away from the desk and stands up; the loud scrape of the hardwood surprises them, if the way they both jump is any indication. "Will we, now?" he asks. "Does the founding member of this business get a say, or shall I give you both the room to continue flirting about it?"

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[justicegundam82]

2E to 1E Conversion: Sahkil, Chakanaj

This creature comes from the adventure module titled "Night of the Grey Death", which mostly deals with the threat of the Grey Gardeners in Galt. Again, I tried to portray them as appropriate for their CR, and I mostly tried to use equivalent abilities to convert certain abilities that the Chakanaj have in 2E. However, I still think I'm a bit iffy on the spell-like abilities. Please feel free to criticize and offer alternatives, if you think there is room for improvement.

EDIT: Corrected the saving throw DCs for fear and horrific doubles, and corrected feats. Thanks to @thecreaturecodex for pointing out errata and giving suggestions.

SAHKIL, CHAKANAJ

Image (c) Paizo, from "Night of the Grey Death", artist unknown.

This creature is a repulsive chunk of quivering flesh imitating the form of some small article of clothing. It is featureless except for an excessive number of scuttling insectile legs in the lower part of its body.   

CHAKANAJ                       CR 14

XP 38’400

NE Tiny Outsider (evil, extraplanar, sahkil)

Init +9; Senses darkvision 60 ft., low-light vision, true seeing; Perception +24

DEFENSE

AC 29, touch 22, flat-footed 19 (+9 Dex, +1 dodge, +7 natural, +2 size)

hp 200 (16d10 + 112)

Fort +12, Ref +19, Will +16

Damage Reduction 10/good; Immune death effects, disease, fear, poison; Resist cold 10, electricity 10, sonic 10

Spell Resistance 25

OFFENSE

Speed 10 ft., fly 40 ft. (good)

Melee 2 leg slashes +27 (1d3+9 / x3 plus unholy strike)

Special Attacks augmented critical, look of fear (30 ft., DC 25), sneak attack +4d6, unholy strike

Spell-Like Abilities (CL 16th, concentration +23)

     Constant – true seeing

     At will – dancing lights, detect thoughts (DC 18), greater teleport (self plus 50 lbs. of objects only) magic circle against good, major image, speak with dead, suggestion (DC 19)

     3 / day – blink, fear (DC 22), greater invisibility, wall of ectoplasm

     1 / day – deeper darkness, horrific doubles (DC 22), summon (level 6, 1 chakanaj, 35%), veil

STATISTICS

Str 10, Dex 29, Con 24, Int 14, Wis 23, Cha 23

Base Atk +16; CMB +14; CMD 33 (cannot be tripped)

Feats Combat Expertise, Combat Reflexes, Dodge, Greater Feint, Improved Feint, Mobility, Slashing Grace (B), Weapon Finesse, Weapon Focus (leg slash)

Skills Acrobatics +26, Bluff +25, Disguise +24 (+32 when bonded), Fly +32, Intimidate +24, Knowledge (arcana) +12, Knowledge (planes) +16, Knowledge (religion) +20, Perception +24, Sense Motive +24, Stealth +30; Racial Modifiers +8 Disguise when bonded

Languages Abyssal, Celestial, Infernal, Necril; telepathy 100 ft.

Special Qualities bond with host, ear for secrets, easy to call, emotional focus, skip between, spirit touch

ECOLOGY

Environment any (Ethereal Plane)

Organization solitary, pair or plot (3-5)

Treasure standard

SPECIAL ABILITIES

Augmented Critical (Ex): A chakanaj’s legs are incredibly sharp and easily penetrate a victim’s vital organs. A chakanaj’s leg slash attack inflicts triple damage on a confirmed critical hit.

Bond With Host (Ex): A chakanaj can physically link itself with a willing host that must be at least one size category larger than itself. Bonding with a host is a full round action that provokes an attack of opportunity, and the chakanaj must physically enter the host’s space in order to use this ability. Once a chakanaj is bonded, it covers a suitable surface on the host, such as the face or back, and alters its own appearence in order to look like some harmless piece of vestiary or equipment, usually a hood, a mask or a scarf. The chakanaj occupies the same space as its host and moves with its host. Once bonded, a chakanaj gets a +8 racial bonus to all Disguise checks to appear as an article of clothing.

While bonded with a chakanaj, the host’s senses and movement are not impaired in any way. The host gains a +2 circumstance bonus to his AC as the sahkil moves to intercept and deflect enemy attacks. The sahkil also establishes a constant shield other effect with the bonded creature. Attacks that target the chakanaj target the host instead, but use the higher AC or saving throw values between the chakanaj and the host. Area effects apply to both the chakanaj and the host, as normal for an area of effect. A bonded chakanaj cannot attack or move on its own, but moves along with the host and can use its spell-like abilities as normal.

If the host is hit by a melee attack or grappled, the chakanaj can make a single leg slash attack against the attacker. This counts as the chakanaj’s attack of opportunity for that round, and automatically reveals the chakanaj’s true nature to the attacker.

A chakanaj can detach itself from a host as a move action. If it does so, it is placed in a square adjacent to the former host and can act independently right away.   

Ear For Secrets (Ex): A chakanaj knows when a creature within 30 feet lies unless that creature succeeds on a Bluff check opposed by the chakanaj’s Sense Motive check. This ability does not allow the chakanaj to know the truth, only that a lie was told.

Look of Fear (Su): A creature affected by a chakanaj’s gaze is gripped by an irrational dread that his secrets are about to be revealed. The target becomes shaken and acts as if under the effects of a paranoia spell for 1d6 rounds.

Unholy Strike (Su): A chakanaj’s natural attacks are considered evil-aligned and inflict 2d6 points of extra damage to non-evil targets struck by them, like a magical weapon with the unholy quality.

Among the most subtle members of a fiendish race that pride themselves on their subtlety, a chakanaj’s diminutive size belies its power and cruelty. These sahkil represent the fear of secrets being revealed – an unfaithful spouse, a corrupt minister embezzling funds, a fugitive trying to conceal an heinous crime, chakanaj flock to these like flies upon honey and take advantage of their target’s shame to manipulate them. They are not interested in secrets that are merely embarassing or amusing. Only secrets that can potentially ruin lives and sow chaos are within a chakanaj’s purview.   

A chakanaj takes a slow and torturous approach to its prey. It starts out ferreting out secrets and tormenting its prospective victim by leaving hints that someone knows the truth about them. They do so knowing that most victims will act on their fear of exposure, to the point of committing more despicable actions in order to avoid being found out. This gives the chakanaj more leverage against its victim, starting a vicious cycle that more often than not leaves a victim broken and insane, if it leaves them alive at all.

While they prefer manipulation to violence, chakanaj are fast and sneaky combatants. Despite their lack of physical power, they instinctively know where to aim to bypass physical protections and strike at an opponent’s vitals. Their greatest asset, however, is their ability to link themselves to a willing creature and disguise themselves as an article of clothing or similar harmless items. This not only lets them see and hear anything their host does, but it lets them rest their sharp legs against the host’s face or skin, a subtle threat of violence to keep a host in line.

A chakanaj is usually about 2 ft. wide and weighs about 5 lbs.

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texts with arisu [drabble]

daikichi karube :

it was a bad day - angst + eventual fluff

i'll wait for you [pt 1 - au based on 20th century girl]

jealous [request]

bodyguard!karube [short]

kodai tatta :

mornings with tatta [short]

summer lovin [fluff + drabble]

hikari kuina :

kuina who . . .

morizono aguni :

aguni loves you [short]

shuntarō chishiya :

- nothing yet.

ann :

- nothing yet.

takeru danma :

- nothing yet.

ginji kyuma :

- nothing yet.

squid game . . . ☆

kang saebyeok :

passionate [fluff]

melodies of love [request]

sunlight [fluff]

in love [fluff]

everything to me [fluff]

betrayel [angst]

song gihun :

- nothing yet.

detective hwang :

- nothing yet.

the last of us . . . ☆

ellie williams :

mornings with you [fem reader]

cheesy lines [fem reader]

joel miller :

- nothing yet.

jesse :

- nothing yet.

dina :

- nothing yet.

all of us are dead . . . ☆

oh joonyeong :

ps, i love you [fluff]

lee suhyeok :

- nothing yet.

lee cheongsan :

- nothing yet.

nam onjo :

- nothing yet.

choi namra :

- nothing yet.

han gyeongsu :

- nothing yet.

the walking dead . . . ☆

enid rhee :

dating enid rhee headcanons [fem!reader]

short enid hc

carl grimes :

- nothing yet.

rosita espinosa :

- nothing yet.

[more characters tbd] . . ♡

to be posted . . . ☆

kuina angst [req]

suhyeok fluff [req]

quality time | hyunsu [req]

friends | hyunsu

youth | ryohei arisu

hyunsu dating someone with social anxiety [req]

if you want to request something, please message me or you can ask anonymously! i apologize if i take a bit to write it. i promise to upload it soon :)

- b

[tailsbeth-writes]

Hello lovelies! October seems to be filled with writing challenges so the next few weeks are planned to join in. Next week, we'll get comforting with Whumptober, the week after we'll go full spooky for Halloween but this week... We're getting sexy 😏

The Rules: Copy the following prompts or make your own, (emphasising this especially this week) post what fandoms you write for & your followers can request one of the prompts with a ship, character or fandom for a ficlet. Have fun!

The week's prompts are inspired by Kinktober:

Lingerie

Praise kink

Public sex

Bondage

Spooning

Body workship

Massage

Biting

My fandoms: Red, White and Royal Blue, Bridgerton, Dead Boy Detectives, & The Pairing.

[I don't write full on explicit but if there's anything that's a big no no for you, please say in your request or DM me - fanfic is supposed to be fun, not triggering!]

Tag You're It: @onthewaytosomewhere @taste-thewaste @thighzp @thinkof-england @firstprincehornyramblings @porcelainmortal @cha-melodius @firenati0n @judasofsuburbia & open tag! 🫶🏻

[academyofbrokenhearts]

I legit cheered out loud when Moo-jin called out unfather on his bullshit, and then cheered again when he stopped him from killing himself, because why would unfather get to choose the easy way out when none of his son's victims ever got that chance?

I never really hated Moo-jin except maybe during the first episodes. But considering the environment he grew up in (horror village where exorcisms are condoned) and the trauma he suffered, is there any wonder that he dealt with his guilt as a teen in an incredibly unhealthy way?

Glad he got the chance to redeem himself.

So, we finally find out what was on that tape and yikes! Honestly, this episode made me really pity Moo Jin. He is also a victim of DMS even if not to the extent DMS’ children or murder victims are. No wonder he lost it when DMS was uncovered as a serial killer and set his relationship with the children on fire - he had to have been haunted by the fact that he saw a victim but didn’t know that is what it was, and so DMS could proceed with murder (and DMS relying on the fact that no sane person could comprehend what is going on.)

Also, he saved noona, woooooo! (BHS didn’t need to smear the wall btw - it’s a sheer taunt!)

Poor man. Fine drama, you win, I like Moo Jin now and if the drama ends with him and Hae Su being an item, I am fine.

His scene at the Baeks’ was amazing! He is just so freaking WEARY of this, and he is actually not even scared being menaced by the unfather. And who knew - unfather really loved his awful kid. Both the unparents did; but it doesn’t matter, being a serial killer is not something you can fix.

I can’t believe I am saying it, but bravo, Moo Jin! (And he even compared himself to unfather - in culpability - I love it.)

[thecreaturecodex]

Valpyr

Image by MJ Allen, © Emperors Choice Games

[Sponsored by @crazytrain48. The valpyr is Arduin's answer to the question, "I want to use this balor miniature, but how do I do that without murdering my entire party"? Later, in the Emperors Choice era, the question was "how do I sell that balor miniature". The valpyr is clearly a balor clone, with an undead type and a lower HD. So how do I justify it existing in a setting where balors are a thing? Read on.]

Valpyr CR 11 NE Undead This creature is a demonic humanoid, with a forked tail, a pair of horns, and inky black eyes. Enormous bat-like wings grow from its back, and its body is wreathed in silvery flames. It carries a shortspear in one hand and a barbed whip in the other.

A valpyr is an undead mimic, a creature born of evil hoaxers and disguise artists. Their targets of mimicry are powerful fiends, most commonly balors. Valpyrs masquerade as balors in order to intimidate mortals and immortals alike, scaring off psychopomps and necromancers while browbeating lesser monsters into serving them. Valpyrs have to temper their bluster with caution. Even though they are powerful by the standards of mortals, they are nowhere as strong as a balor, and anything that can genuinely challenge one of the lords of the Abyss would have little difficulty destroying a valpyr.

Most valpyrs maintain savage fiefdoms of other creatures to serve them, and usually initiate combat from behind waves of loyal undead or monstrous hounds. Against weaker foes, they prefer to fight with manufactured weapons, the better to maintain the illusion that they are a balor. If they feel genuinely pressed, they instead fight with teeth and claws in order to drain the life from their enemies. Valpyrs will attempt to bluff or intimidate stronger enemies, but flee rapidly if their threats fail.

Although most valpyrs are balor mimics, some instead resemble other types of demons. This is usually due to the sins committed by the valpyr in life, but rumor has it that some valpyrs can intentionally change their form through sinister rituals. These variant valpyrs use the same base statistics, but replace fiery body and whip mastery with two appropriate abilities of the demon in question (like constrict and multiweapon mastery for a valpyr mimicking a marilith, or Huge size and an unholy nimbus for a valpyr mimicking a nalfeshnee).

Valpyr CR 11 XP 12,800 CE Large undead Init +5; Senses darkvision 60 ft., Perception +20, see invisibility

Defense AC 25, touch 14, flat-footed 20 (-1 size, +5 Dex, +11 natural) hp 147 (14d8+84) Fort +10, Ref +9, Will +14 DR 10/good; Immune fire, undead traits; SR 22 (26 vs. divination) Defensive Abilities fiery body, nondetection

Offense Speed 40 ft., fly 120 ft. (good) Melee adamantine shortspear +13/+8 (1d8+5), masterwork whip +13/+8 (1d4+2), bite +12 (1d10+2 plus 1d6 fire plus ability drain), 2 wings +12 (1d6+2 plus 1d6 fire) or 2 claws +14 (1d8+5 plus 1d6 fire plus ability drain), bite +14 (1d10+5 plus 1d6 fire plus ability drain), 2 wings +12 (1d6+2 plus 1d6 fire) Space 10 ft.; Reach 10 ft. (20 ft. with whip) Special Attacks burn quintessence

Spell-like Abilities CL 11th, concentration +17 Constant—nondetection, see invisibility At will—command undead (DC 18), detect magic, magic missile 3/day—bull’s strength, scorching ray, quickened true seeing 1/day—animate dead, fireball (DC 19), glibness, plane shift (DC 21)

Statistics Str 20, Dex 20, Con -, Int 22, Wis 17, Cha 23 Base Atk +10; CMB +16; CMD 31 Feats Flyby Attack, Improved Two-Weapon Fighting, Intimidating Prowess, Iron Will, Multiattack, Quicken SLA (true strike), Two-Weapon Fighting Skills Bluff +20, Disguise +27, Fly +24, Intimidate +32, Knowledge (arcana, religion) +23, Knowledge (planes) +20, Perception +20, Sense Motive +20, Spellcraft +23; Racial Modifiers +4 Disguise, +4 Intimidate Languages Abyssal, Common, Daemonic, Infernal, Necril SQ whip mastery

Ecology Environment any land or underground Organization solitary or army (1 plus 2-20 galleytrots, skeletons and zombies) Treasure standard (Large masterwork whip, Large adamantine shortspear, other treasure)

Special Abilities Ability Drain (Su) A creature struck by a valpyr’s claw attack must succeed a DC 23 Fortitude save or take 1 point of Constitution drain. A creature struck by a valpyr’s bite attack must succeed a DC 23 Fortitude save or take 2 points of Constitution drain. A valpyr gains 5 temporary hit points every time it deals ability damage. The save DC is Charisma based. Burn Quintessence (Su) Any fire damage dealt by a valpyr’s supernatural or spell-like abilities deals full damage to incorporeal creatures and ignores the energy immunities and resistances of extraplanar outsiders. Fiery Body (Su) A valpyr burns with silvery fire. It deals 1d6 points of fire damage with its natural weapons, and any creature that touches it takes 1d6 points of fire damage (no save). Whip Mastery (Ex) A valpyr treats a whip as a light weapon for the purposes of two-weapon fighting, and can inflict lethal damage on a foe regardless of the foe's armor.

[the-whatcherof-89]

IMPORTANT: the second image is a representation of one item in her inventory: the Robe of Scintillating colors.

For further informations about the item follow the link: https://www.d20pfsrd.com/magic-items/wondrous-items/r-z/robe-of-scintillating-colors/

Link for the image: https://thechekhov.tumblr.com/post/664888618002808832/a-little-behind-on-rqg-but-i-had-to-draw-wilde-in

Zombiecleo Aka Cleo the Badass Mom . 

Human Living Flesh Golem Bard(Masked performer) 9 Dark Delver 9  CR20 CN Humanoid(Construct) XP307,200

Chaotic Neutral Medium Humanoid (Construct) Perception+35 INI+9

HP121(18D8+38)

AC40(+5Dex+5Shield+10Natural+5Deviation+5Armor)

BaB+12/7/2 CMB+16 CMD+31

Melee Serpent’s fang+21/16/11 1D4+9, Everbloom thorn+21/16/11 1D8+9, Spells

Ranged Light crossbow+21/16/11 1D8+4, Spells

FORT+10 REFL+20 WILL+21

Racial traits: Bonus feat(Strong personality), Skilled, RD15/Adamantine, Natural armor, Flesh golem immunities, Spirit within, Berserker, Animating spirit.

Traits: Prospector, Scarred.

Class abilities: Dual identity, Bardic performance, Seamless guise, Exaggerated pose+3, Fascinate, Inspire courage+2, Dirge of doom, Stage combatant, Well versed, Lore master 1/day, Distraction, Inspire greatness, Social grace(Renown, Social grace: Bluff, Stand up), Fortunate soul 1/day, Thrilling escape 3/day, True seeing 1/day, Trap sense+3, Vigilant combatant, Left for dead, Resourceful disabler, Guard-breaker, Surefooted, Bardic knowledge, Master explorer.

STR18 DEX20 CON- INT18 WIS10 CHA26

Feats: Craft wondrous items, Brew potions, Toughness, Lingering performance, Fast stealth, Spellsong, Improved initiative, Arcane strike.

Skills: Acrobatics+18, Appraise+9, Bluff+20, Climb+9, Craft(Stone and metal)+25, Disable device+13, Diplomacy+20, Disguise+23, Escape artist+13, Knowledge (Arcana)+25, (Dungeon)+8, (Engineering)+27, (Geography)+8, (History)+11, (Local)+8, (Nature)+8, (Nobility)+8, (Planes)+25, (Religion)+8, Linguistics+1, Perception+25, Perform(Dance)+25 (Sing)+17, Sense motive+8, Sleight of hand+13, Spellcraft+25, Stealth+13, Survival+5, Swim+17, Use magic device+21.

Languages: Common, Elven, Draconic, Necril.

SpellcastingCL9 DC18 Spells per day 7/6/5 Spells known: 0-Read magic, Light, Prestidigitation, Detect magic, Mending, Resistance. I-Charm person, Hideous laughter, Grease, Cure light wounds, Expeditious retreat. II-Heroism, Cure moderate wounds, Mirror image, Glitterdust. III-Haste, Phantom steed, Dispel magic, Charm monster.

Equipment: Darkleaf Delving Leather armor of fire resistance+4, Darkwood caster shield+4, Ring of protection+5, Robes of scintillating colors, Serpent’s fang+5, Everbloom thorn+5, Light crossbow+2, 50+2 Adamantine bolts, Belt of physical might+4(STR, DEX), Ring of resistance+4(as per cloak), Bracers of the glib entertainer, Headband of mental Prowess+6(INT CHA Planes), Daredevil sandals, Bag of holding type I, Cleo’s Shawl(works like a cloak of Human guise + Mantle of spores), Wands(Haste, Lighting bolt III), Tome of leadership and influence+2(Used), Manual of quickness of action+2(used), Kits(Bard, Alchemy), Masterwork lock pick tools, Masterwork mask(grants +2 to disguise worth 313GP), Entertainer’s outfit, Rope with grappling hook, 2 Disguise kit, 2200GP.

Background: Lover of rainbows, Architecture and Geology, former Teacher and with a rather dry sense of humor, Cleo is an inhabitant of the far land known for his various Hermits. Always ready to voice her opinions in many fields. While she has built various wonders across the years, Cleo like her name suggest is sort of a zombie-like creature(what type is not exactly known) sayin that she “Prefers the hard truths of zombies than the easy lies of elfs” although no one has seen elven creatures in the land of the Hermits. Sometimes struggling with her dry humor in making it more akin to the other Hermits and wishing to be able to control her urges in expressing her opinions she thinks if this is caused by her zombie-like nature. “So your nature gets in your way?” Said a voice as she was building an absurdly-long long rainbow bridge. Cleo looked around but found no one, she was alone. “I can help you. All you have to do is simple: find me.” Cleo was not known to shy away from a challenge and said: “Bring it on!” A simple snap of fingers was heard “Okie dokie” Said the voice. The world shifted, her aspect changed and she found herself in front of a catacomb at the top of a stony hill, with new gear and knowledge never seen before. “I will realize your greatest wish, all you have to do is find me. Good luck!” Cleo looked around and stared at the town behind her at the bottom of the hill. “Yeah, but i am going to stab you SO HARD after this.” And  she started to walk down the hill.

Image of Zombiecleo made with Heroforge.

[knifenotes]

Acid and Gunpowder

It was so stupid. The fact that he got roped into this situation in the first place was idiotic. But he was right to trust his gut, to follow Sarah into that alleyway. She thought she could keep it hidden from him, but no. Nothing stays hidden from Redacted.

He should’ve just stopped right when he watched Sarah get a bag pulled over her head, while another man rushed behind and pulled a needle on the Creekside Killer. But what was he gonna do, call the police? He could potentially risk his own safety and privacy, all for this woman he met a few months ago. Putting that on the line was worse than his own life, apparently.

He quietly sneaked off into the warehouse after following the van to this location. He could see the two figures tied up in the middle of the room. Sarah still had the bag over her head, and she was struggling in her binds, while the other figure, the Creekside Killer, was sitting slumped in his seat. Redacted could’ve quickly rushed over and untied Sarah’s binds, but he was smart to wait as the sound of slamming doors echoed in the warehouse. A man entered and walked towards Sarah and the Killer, gun in hand. The warehouse was dead quiet, but then it was filled with the noise of yelling.

“Think you can get away with killing one of our boys, huh?!” shouted the man wielding the gun as he yanked at the Killer’s binds. He was barely stirring at this point, his head still lolling as the man shook him. “Wake the fuck up!” There was a loud smack as the man whipped his hand into the Killer’s face, slapping him awake.

The Killer simply spat some blood on the floor. “I’d do it again,” he replied, his voice low and hoarse. It only prompted another slap from the man.

“And you, little missy,” the man said as he turned to Sarah, “sticking your nose where it don’t belong.” He threw the bag off of Sarah’s head, and though Redacted could only see so far due to the fog in his glasses, he was sure that Sarah was staring back at him with a fury in her eyes.

“You interrupted my investigation into the Creekside Killer,” she spat. “My boss’ll have the whole department sent on you in a matter of minutes,” she threatened.

But the man just laughed. “Of course, your boss, the chief of police.” He took out something from his pocket and dangled it in front of Sarah; it was her badge. “But you’re off the force, aren’t ‘cha? Ex-detective Sarah Christ?” 

Sarah didn’t respond but instead struggled against her binds once more, trying to lash out at the man. He just laughed as he backed away, the sound filling the dead air in the room. 

Redacted slowly crawled closer to the middle of the room, trying to think of ways to get Sarah (and maybe even the Killer) out of this situation. But realistically, what could he do? He hasn’t been out in the sun in probably years, there isn’t an ounce of muscle on his tired bones. He couldn’t even hurt a fly, but he damn well knows he can make a compelling argument against it. He was busy looking at a pile of crates that towered above him, thinking he could probably climb on top of it for a better vantage point, before his foot accidently kicked a pile of scrap metal loose.

The sound of crashing metal echoed in the room, and now all eyes were on him.

“What the hell is that?” the man yelled, but before he could approach any closer, the Killer delivered a swift kick to his wrist as he walked by, knocking his gun loose from his grip. And somehow, it landed next to Redacted.

The Killer then swung up and threw his arms around the man in an attempt to choke him. From here, Redacted could see that, somehow, the Killer managed to cut free from his rope using a hidden knife that he had. With the surrounding commotion, Sarah tried once again to break free from her binds, reaching down to the knife on the ground.

“Get the fuck off of me!” The man threw his head back and knocked it straight into the Killer’s forehead, dropping him to the ground as the drugs had not yet fully left his system. He rushed over to Sarah, who was still reaching for the knife, and grabbed it from her reach. He held it high above him, ready to strike.

Redacted couldn’t move. His mind screamed at his body to move. He could only look back and forth between the scene: The Killer on the ground, a familiar face as he looked past his matted curls; Sarah Christ, his current partner, still tied up in the chair and looking up in anticipation; the gun, glinting in the darkness right by his feet. 

In that moment he felt himself surge forward and grasped at the cold metal. He aimed forward, not having ever even held a gun before. His hands were shaking and the gun was heavier than he thought and he could barely see out his glasses and the trigger was stiff and hard to pull and—

BANG!

The air around him smelled like smoke. Everything was silent save for the ringing in his ears. The four of them stopped, and all eyes fell on the man as a bright red spot spread across his white wife beater. He looked to Redacted, his pride and ego gone as fear and horror filled his eyes. He slowly fell to the ground, barely even able to choke out a single sound.

The gun slipped out of Redacted’s hands with a loud thud. He threw his hands onto his knees as he felt something rise out of his stomach and spill out onto the floor. The smell of acid and gunpowder filled the room.

[besttropeveershowdown]

The Worst Trope Ever Showdown: Round 1, Side A

Femme Fatale

a beautiful sexy woman who uses her sex appeal to seduce men/ get them to do what she wants/ get the upper hand over them, often used in a spy/ secret agent context where sex/ sex appeal is used in lieu of more traditional methods or violence

Propaganda:

there's too much of it. stop. it might be okay if it was like, rarer, and there were lots of other female action characters who were just doing their jobs normally/ like the males do, but often the only female characters in action (apart from the dead wife or pure virtuous love interest who gets threatened and/or killed off) *have* to be this trope 🙄 like come on

Older Than They Look

A character looks like they are younger than they are.

Propaganda:

feels like an excuse to sexualize girls that look like they’re 13. as a fire emblem fan i’ve seen this shit way too many times. google nowi FE awakening and elise FE fates. the player character in each game can marry and have kids with them. save me.

[kittenintheden]

Not Your Sweetheart Ch 30 - Jumper

Not Your Sweetheart Chapter 30 - Jumper

The one where I absolutely delight in reminding everyone that Astarion has a dead average 10 charisma and an 18 CHA Tav gives him a run for his goddamn money in all the best and most angsty ways.

AKA "gets away with it bc hottie w/a body" meets "wins every social interaction and is also troubled and hot."

AKA the seducer gets seduced and he's mad about it, until he isn't.

But also it's a whole campaign? You know. Do not enter unless you're expecting true-to-life D&D -- everyone hot as hell but stupid as fuck. Get your top-shelf found family and hotties battling for flirt dominance tropes here. 

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It's goth girl final exam time (Gauntlet of Shar finale). Gale is snarky. Astarion gets spicy with Ori and Realizes Things About Himself (TM). Read on AO3.

Commissioned piece of the dorks by the fantastically talented @hamrikaa (see the full thing in Ch 10).

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Ori gets to Gale and reaches for his belt. He jerks and asks what in the hells she’s doing, but before he can get his staff between them, Ori holds up a pouch.

“Hey, that’s a spell component, give that back.” Gale attempts to snatch it and Ori holds it out of reach.

“Settle down, I’m not keeping it,” she says. She approaches Shadowheart and says, “The thing is, it is my concern, because I actually care about whether you live or die. See, I prefer live.”

Ori walks close to the edge, reaches into the component pouch and tosses a handful of sand out into the air. It scatters on top of the invisible surface. Then she turns, hands the pouch to Shadowheart, and returns to the others. Behind Shadowheart’s back, she throws up a rude gesture into the air at the general idea of Shar.

Astarion wraps around her from behind, laughing quietly into her ear.

Beside them, Gale grumbles, “There goes my Sleep spell. You’re going to replace that.”

“I think I’ll be able to find you a new bag of sand somewhere,” Ori says. “But I apologize for taking it without permission. I’ll use my own sand on the next invisible bridge.”

“I detect your sarcasm and I choose to ignore it,” Gale says.