#HOWEVER. this is not going to stop me from reading that as some weird lingering

[daforged]

fascinating to me that one kristoph gavin, knowing he's fucked by the end of turnabout trump, doesn't decide to go nuclear and just say That Evidence Is Forged, Here's The Real Ace, I May Be A Murderer But Apollo Presented False Evidence, Disbar His Ass NOW

[slttygeto]

Actors on Actors | Toji Fushiguro

pairing: actor! toji x actress! reader

genre: interview style, slightly suggestive on toji's part

note: ah shit here we go again

📊 Video Stats

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Convincing Toji to do this interview was as hard as his team had expected. 

The man was extremely private, always giving short answers on red carpets but they were more than enough to feed his fans. Coupled with a confident smirk of his and a proud display of the scar on his lip, the man knew he had people swooning for him. 

However, he wasn’t fond of interviews. It was evident in the way he leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed over his chest, a bored look on his face and only answering when the question pertains to his character only. 

Other than that, you couldn’t get a single word out of this man.

When you heard that you were invited to be on an episode of Actors on Actors, you were both excited and nervous. Talking about yourself wasn’t your favorite thing in the world, but you loved getting to know other people in the industry and bonding with them over shared experiences.

What you don’t expect is to read Toji’s name on the paper. 

“Toji?” you turn to your manager with a look of disbelief on your face. “Fushiguro Toji?”

Your manager gives you an apologetic look. She could see the anxiety brewing inside of you, and you have to place a hand over your heart to calm your nerves. 

Talking to that man was the equivalent of talking to a brick wall. There was no way this was going to be a good interview—and who thought of pairing the two of you together?

The tall, broad shouldered man sits in his changing room with the same paper in hand as his eyes land on his name. His makeup artist catches the glimpse of a smirk on his face before Toji turns to his manager.

“That’s the pretty one, right?”

His manager chuckles before placing a hand on Toji’s shoulder. “The one and only.”

“Maybe it won’t be so bad.”

The interview is off to an awkward start. At least from your part. 

You feel small under the gaze of such an intimidating man, putting a leg over the other and pulling down the hem of your short dress to hide as much of you as possible. That doesn’t stop Toji’s shameless gawking as the two of you shake hands.

“I’m (Name), nice to meet you.”

“‘course I know who you are,” the words roll of his tongue smoothly and he watches as you purse your lips, dropping your gaze. “Fushiguro Toji”

“Very pleased to meet you.” You finally let go of his hand but you could’ve sworn that his hand lingered on top of yours a bit longer. 

When neither of you decide to speak up first, you let out a nervous chuckle while Toji turns to the filming crew with a playful smirk.

“This is fun,”

“I mean…” you trail off, smoothening the fabric of your dress. Again, his eyes land on your thigh and clear your throat.

“I’m…a really huge fan of your work.” your voice is small as you confess your admiration for his work in the industry. “I’m always amazed by your ability to get into character so quickly.”

“Watched some behind the scene footage?”

You were caught.

“Maybe…I mean it’s there!” You laugh and fortunately for you, Toji does as well as he nods. 

“Sure it is. I could say the same about you—” he gestures towards you with a genuine smile. “Great work, it’s rare to see someone so passionate in the industry nowadays.”

“Oh,” you wave your hands. “It’s-it’s nothing, I just really love acting.”

Toji braces himself forward with his elbows on his knees. “How old were you when you thought of giving it a try?” 

Your back straightens up under his gaze and you avoid his eyes as you think of a response. “I was about 6 or 7 when my parents would pull out a camera during Christmas and record me recreating scenes from movies like The Wizard of Oz and The Shining.”

“The Shining?”

“I was a weird kid,” you laugh when you see the look of shock painting his features. “But yeah these two were my favorite movies of all time.”

“That’s interesting, cause in a way I can see you getting into movies like that at a young age.” 

“Really?” 

Toji really likes the glint in your eyes. 

“Mhm,” he nods as he leans back in his armchair. “Like I said I’ve seen some of your work and–” he raises his hands. “I’m a fan.”

You drop your head shyly, silently thanking him for the amount of compliments he was throwing your way. This was honestly going better than you expected, but you knew it was time to ask him questions. 

“Can I just say,” you gesture towards the man. “Your recent work absolutely blew my mind—I mean, the entire movie was just amazing but your role. Wow, just wow.” 

Toji bows down his head when you clap for him, chuckling when you go the extra mile by pretending to bow down for him. 

“That role, was it difficult to get into such a state of mind? I’ve seen many actors—including myself, who needed a much needed break from everything after a certain role. Was it the same for you or were you able to detach yourself from the role easily?”

Toji gives it a thought, taking in the fact that you had crafted this question so carefully unlike any other interview he’s ever been on before. 

“After we finished shooting, I cut off contact with most of the world for about three months straight. I moved out of my neighborhood and into an area where it was just me, the mountains and the sound of birds.”

 Toji proceeds to explain how the role was mentally taxing, how the idea of going back and doing promo for the movie seemed like a huge roadblock he needed to get over. But after lots of therapy and some much needed time off, he was able to get back on his feet. 

“I’m glad that you feel better now, the industry needs good actors like you.” You admit and Toji leans back in his armchair again with a knowing smirk.

“I could say the same about you.”

The interview proceeds smoothly, with the two of you asking each other questions back and forth. After fifty minutes, the interview comes to an end and you get up to share a well deserved goodbye hug. 

However, Toji’s arms linger a little longer around your waist and he whispers something in your ear that’s facing away from the camera.

“You look good by the way.”

Guys, the mics are still on!

🗨️ Top Comments

💬 [somethingsgottagive]: DID YALL SEE THAT (6k likes)

💬 [somuchtosay]: this entire interview is just toji flirting with her im losing my mind (5k likes)

💬 [onehastogo]: ive never seen him this down bad omg??? (7,3K likes)

💬 [theboyismine]: this is the most talkative ive ever seen toji am i sensing smth (1.8K likes)

💬  [sweetnsourchicken] replied to  [theboyismine]: THAT HUG???

💬 [alltheavocadoes]: THE THING HE WHISPERED???(923 likes)

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💬 [cmontryme]: someone check on me ive shipped them for the longest time (392 likes)

💬  [sweetnsourchicken] replied to  [cmontryme]: without a single interaction is crazy

💬 [cmontryme] replied to [sweetnsourchicken]: i’m crazy

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[deonsx]

Hellooo! I was wondering if u could make a fic or headcanon (its up to u tho!) about seishirou fake dating? I think the reason would be bcs the girls in his school would stop chasin after him or smthing like that? And ofc eventually they like each other. I hope ur doing well! take ur time and have a great day!

Heyaa!! The request box is pretty full these days, I'm moving as fast as I can, have a nice read!!

Fake Dating With Nagi Seishiro

Seishiro is fed up with the constant attention he gets from the girls at school. No matter how politely he turns them down they just won’t stop chasing after him. It is tiring and it is starting to interfere with his focus. Finally he comes up with a plan. He needs a fake girlfriend. Someone who can convincingly pull it off and won’t actually fall for him

That is where you come in. Maybe you are a friend or maybe you are just someone who seems reliable and disinterested in him romantically. One day after class Seishiro corners you with his usual calm and collected demeanor intact “I need your help” he says crossing his arms and leaning casually against the wall “Pretend to be my girlfriend. Just for a while. It will get them off my back”

You blink at him surprised “Why me??” you ask skeptical “Because you are the only one who won’t make this weird” he replies with a faint smirk “And you are also the only one who doesn’t seem interested in all the attention I get” After some hesitation you agree “How hard could it be” you think. A little hand holding here a few staged moments there and it will all be over soon enough

But as the plan unfolds things don’t go quite as planned. Seishiro who is always calm and cool starts to act differently. At first you think it is just part of the act. Like the way he suddenly gets protective when someone teases you or how his smiles feel more genuine when it is just the two of you. But then you realize it is not just an act anymore

And maybe you are not just pretending either

At first, Seishiro would approach the fake relationship like a task. He remains composed and distant, treating the whole situation as a formal arrangement. Holding your hand or placing an arm around your shoulder would feel mechanical, done only when necessary to convince others

However, he takes the role seriously. If someone questions the authenticity of the relationship, Seishiro defends it without hesitation. He might casually say “She’s my girlfriend. Isn’t it obvious?” His confidence leaves no room for doubt, making the act even more convincing

As time passes, Seishiro’s demeanor starts to shift. Initially, every small gesture like walking you to class or standing closer than usual feels calculated. But soon it starts to feel natural. The way he looks at you, lingers a bit too long. The way he laughs at your jokes feels a little too genuine for an act

You on the other hand, are nervous in the beginning. Agreeing to the fake dating arrangement seems simple at first, but being the center of attention feels strange. When someone asks “When did you two start dating?” you might panic stumbling over an answer

Over time though you start questioning your feelings. Is this really just fake? Or have you started to care about Seishiro more than you’re willing to admit?

Together, your interactions change. What began as staged hand-holding turns into moments that feel genuine. A hug in public doesn’t stop as soon as people stop looking. A playful argument about what to eat ends with him smiling in a way that feels far too intimate for a fake boyfriend

Then there’s the jealousy. Even though the relationship is fake, you both start to notice how uncomfortable it feels when someone flirts with the other. It’s subtle at first Seishiro’s narrowed eyes when someone gets too close to you, or the way you feel your chest tighten when another girl compliments him

Eventually, these small moments lead to something bigger. Maybe one night, after a particularly convincing moment in public, you find yourselves alone. Seishiro looks at you, a rare vulnerability in his gaze, and asks “If this is supposed to be fake, why does it feel so real?”

Enjoy!

[whateverloomis]

Ok this might seem weird so im sorry about this 😭

Can you do a reader who has a blog of sorts and she posts about her interests (like horror, books, movies etc) and she sometimes posts pictures of her in langerie or naked but in a artistic way for the female gaze (for the girliesss) but she stays Anonymous (doesnt show her face).

She decides to tell billy about it and they have a little photoshoot together

Bonus: him reading the comments like:

Person: that guy is so hot

Billy: hehe *kicks feet*

Don't worry about weirdness here anon, the weirder the better ;) I imagined this during the Myspace era (early 2k,) because it was iconic asf 😩 Also, I changed up the comment part based on the picture I chose. Enjoy! <33

Warnings: Making out, voyeurism, choking, dry humping, touchy feely Billy, p in v, creampie, reader has long hair, reader has nipple piercings, revised August'24

Reader: AFAB (she, her,) third person and use of YN.

She was wearing a black lace see through bralette that showed just enough of her pierced nipples, a matching thong with a garter and thigh high socks. Her hair cascaded a little over her shoulders, just enough to show on the picture while still remaining anonymous.

YN snapped a few pictures in different poses; arching her back with her ass on display, kneeling down with her hands on her tits, and many other deliciously teasy positions.

From outside her window stood Billy Loomis. He was walking towards her house to crawl through her window and get his way with her like he did almost every night now. However, once he saw YN taking pictures in her lingerie he needed to enjoy the view from outside a little bit before showing himself to her.

Gosh, she looked so good posing for the camera. He wondered if she was going to send them to someone. If he was lucky enough to be the receiver of sed pictures. His imagination ran wild imagining what the shots looked like.

Billy bit his lip and sighed, he decided he had tortured himself enough and walked towards her window, adjusting his hard cock in his jeans before climbing up and sitting on the ledge.

"Quite a show you're putting on," he said, startling YN.

"Billy, what the fuck?!" She whisper screamed, conscious about her roommate downstairs.

Sighing in attempt to calm herself, she grabbed her black robe and began to put it on.

Billy let himself in and walked towards YN, grabbing her hands to stop her from closing the robe; "Don't even think about it, let me look at you baby," he said teasingly and ran his large hands down her waist to her hips, squeezing the flesh.

YN bit her lip and ran her hands through Billy's hair before pulling him in for a lingering kiss.

"Mm, what's all this for?" He asked her, removing the robe and throwing it on the bed.

"I um... Well, I have this blog where I post pictures of myself an-" - "Looking like this?" He interrupted and YN blushed at the teasy yet low-key degrading question. She loved it.

"It's artistic, not porn if that's what you're wondering," YN answered and Billy smirked at her explanation. Looking around the room, he saw some Polaroid pictures of herself in her so-called "artsy" positions and lingerie.

"What about these?" Billy walked towards her dresser and grabbed a few of the images.

"Oh, I sell those," YN explained and Billy raised an eyebrow in amusement.

"Quite the business you have here." He replied while slipping one of the Polaroids in his pocket. He'll definitely use it later.

YN chuckled and walked towards Billy. He immediately spread his legs and pulled her between them, placing one single peck on her lips before things got heated.

Billy laid her down on the soft bed and hovered over her, biting her lip softly before dipping his tongue inside her mouth, playing with her own. YN moaned at his methodical movements, Billy is a great fucking kisser and she couldn't get enough.

Suddenly, he pulled back and whispered; "Fuck."

"What is it?," YN asked, confusion lacing her words.

"We look really good," Billy said and pointed at YNs computer screen. She had left it on along with her camera since he decided to give her an unexpected surprise.

The sight got YN wet and she bit her lip when she felt Billy's cock twitch between her legs.

His large hands on her body looked delicious and she couldn't help but grind up against his hard on.

Billy followed her movements and they ended up dry humping on her bed. She was soaked and most likely ruined her thong but she didn't care.

"What if we take some pictures together?" Billy asked, his voice low in her ear.

YN gasped in excitement and immediately said yes.

•

The photoshoot session was intense. The couple couldn't get their hands off each other.

Billy grabbed YN everywhere and they took over 100 pictures together. They were going insane looking at each other on the screen, so much that they ended up fucking their brains out.

YN rode Billy's cock in front of the camera and ended up recording some of it too.

She bounced on his length and pulled his hair, hard. Billy had his hand around YNs throat choking her deliciously.

"You look so fucking good for the camera baby... Fuck," he whispered before cumming inside her throbbing pussy.

Billy pulled out and YN arched her back in order to give the camera a good view of his seed leaking out of her cunt.

•

After cleaning up and viewing all the pictures they took, the couple settled on a picture to post on YNs blog.

Not long after, the notifications started to increase. Comments and likes nonstop. YN had a large following and they were loving the new content.

"Check this comment out," YN told Billy.

"His hands look so good, I want them around my throat... Ugh!"

Billy chuckled and pretended that he didn't care about the compliment, but YN knew best. Not to mention the light blush that appeared on his cheeks.

"You love the praise, huh?," YN said teasingly and bit her lip.

"Shut up. I bet you agree with that comment," he said, trying to shift the conversation.

"You know I do," YN answered and kissed him once again.

[captainlakes]

masterlist

it's nice to have friend ♡

finnick odair x fem!capitol!reader

summary: being own by the capitol it isn't that good until finnick gets a hopeful surprise and a heartwarming offer.

words: 1.4K

tags: hurt/comfort. strangers to friends.

warnings: 6 years after finnink's win, forced prostitution, vague allusion to anxiety and infidelity. mention of coriolanus snow, english is not my first language! (i'm sorry for any mistake)

note: omg this is my first one shot ever, please please be nice with me<3

The capitol never felt like a safe place for Finnick.

President Snow made sure of that.

He was a victor, yes but it didn't felt like it. His fate was written the minute they allowed a fourteen year old to volunteer for the hunger games, won it and then two years after, let that same teenager, who now had faced death and provoked it to some of his fellow tributes, save his loved ones by becoming some sort of sexual symbol.

Mostly a sexual slave.

Not that he would call himself like that in public.

Still, he didn't enjoyed it. He pretended he did, damn it, he lived the last four years pretending to like a life he secretly found completely and utterly disgusting.

Going from room to room, bed to bed, being touched by depraved strangers that didn't give a shit about him, it was exhausting, an awful way to live even when he was praised by his performances, by his looks every single time.

It wasn't enough.

It didn't make him feel better but more dirty, more used.

And then he met you.

The president called him to his office one morning, saying someone was interested in him and would meet him at the end of the day in the address written on a small piece of paper.

Finnick agreed, being the only acceptable answer for a snake like the one ruling the country.

But he was surprised when he meet you later that day.

You weren't a old woman with weird likings or a man waiting for him to get on his knees. No, you were a girl, probably his age or a year older, sitting on a couch relax and unbothered reading some book as the world outside wasn't crazy, as you weren't waiting for him.

But you were. You offered him a warm smile a nice greeting and asked him to sit across you, not beside you but in a single couch in front of you, leaving the book for another time on the coffee table and standing up to bring him a glass of water, not wine, nor a beer just water along with some biscuits you made a few hours ago.

And then you asked how he was doing, if the whole Capitol’s lifestyle hadn't annoyed him yet as you knew he came from District 4 and things worked differently there.

It was a simple question however it took him by surprise, probably it was the first time someone in this city asked for his feelings, his well being.

He answered with a bit of confusion lingering on his body, gazing at you curious, even more when you said something about always wanting to visit his district and then asking him how it was it back there.

This wasn't normal, if it were he would be over you by now instead of talking.

But that was exactly what was happening, you were having a conversation. It wasn't deep or life changing but it was fresh. For once in his life he didn't have to do what he hated the most, what he was forced to do all weeks, all months, all years.

A part of him though, was still in denial as you explained the grades method of The University and how it related with the positive or negative outcome of their given tributes, he still thought you were just polite waiting for the right moment to ask him to sleep with you.

But you didn't. It was all a long chat with him as you knew him, as if you were friends until you looked at the clock and told him that it was late, that he should go home.

It wasn't late, it was barely past seven and you were asking him to leave already, without having any kind of physical contact so he had to ask “Look, I'm not trying to be ungrateful but… I thought this night was going to be different.”

The comment made you stop, you were walking from the luxurious living room to the kitchen to clean the evidence of his presence in your house when you heard him, a little smile tugged in the corner of your mouth as you realized he need the explanation “The other day at the party,” you answered, referring to a few days ago when one of those big and reckless Capitol’s parties took place at one of your friend's parents house and where he assisted too “You seemed quite stressed” you said, softly.

You usually didn't focus on the victors, the party itself was distracting enough for you to be eyes glued with the winner of the games but when you saw him that night something struck with you. He was alone, a drink in hand and the other passing through his hair, frustrated, you followed him with your eyes for a minute, saw him curse and asked for another drink as he took his jacket off and breath deep, his eyes traveling to the woman that was with him just a second ago, some government man’s wife.

Whatever she told him, it unsettled him.

“I wasn't—” A big smile appeared on his face, a charming smile that screamed denial, pretending, hiding. You were fast enough to cut him off, whatever he was trying to make you believe, you needed to reassure him that it wasn't necessary, not here, not with you.

“When I'm stressed, I… I try to hang out with friends, talk a little” you explained, leaving the glass you have on your hand on the counter of the kitchen and turning back to see him. “It's usually better if you have someone”

He seemed off, shocked by all of this situation. He tried to say something but the words died on his throat, his mouth opened but he didn't say a thing and had to close it again. For a minute, he studied you as if he had to find the catch, the hidden message to decode you, to understand where this unexpected kindness to his person came from.

It was so rare nowadays for him, almost nonexistent that he didn't believe a nice person still existed in the capital of Panem.

“You don't know me” His voice cracked and his look reflected surprise, confusion, curiosity all at the same time, unsure to how he should be addressing this, how he should be managing this situation.

“I do know you” you took a step closer. “We just have a two hour conversation Finnick, I bet I know more of you than the president himself” you joked, trying to break the sudden tension in the room.

It worked for a second.

“You know what I mean” he replied quickly.

“I just thought it would be nice for you to have a friend” she shrugged, looked away then back at him. “You’re twenty and you barely talk with someone of your age”

He scoffed, shook his head, giving you a bitter smile “It's not that simple” he assured “I'm not here to make friends, I'm here to…” He trailed off and then you knew he wasn't having a great time, he was holding something back, something painful.

“You don't have to come back, if you don't want to” she said, stopping the visual contact they were holding, her gaze returning to the tray of food on the coffee table and reaching for it to take it back to the kitchen.

He strangely found himself not liking that idea. He didn't remember the last time someone didn't called him handsome, hot or sexy in an amount of two hours straight; the last time he felt really comfortable, really at ease with anyone at the Capitol.

He didn't think too much when he rushed to grab your hand, in a soft, delicate, gentle touch. A warm feeling invading you at the contact.

“I want to come back” His gaze was softer, more genuine than it had been all evening “I want… I want to be your friend”

You smiled in answer, you nodded and squeezed his hand, lightly with just enough pressure for him to feel it “Good” your voice was almost a whisper “I want to be your friend too, Finnick”

He smiled, dimples showing on his cheeks and he thought, with his hand still on yours, with your gaze holding his, maybe you were right.

Maybe it would be nice to have a friend.

Maybe it was good you were offering to become that person for him.

[plutoenjoyer]

jooyeon — a love like this

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

genre: fluff 𓇬 wc: 1.2k

tags: gender neutral reader, mentions of joo being taller, fluff, comfort, reader sad, joo loves you like crazy, drabble, not beta read

warnings: none

summary: jooyeon comes home to you crying and needs you to know how much he loves you.

notes: only wrote this cuz i was sad🤡 still have major writers-block but i just needed something to make me feel better ... if youre having a bad day too, i hope this can help 💗 take care my lovely reader, things will be okay

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

its not often jooyeon comes home to a quiet apartment.

when he visits your apartment after a long day, there's usually the faint sizzle of food being cooked, the sound of you humming your favorite song, or the gentle buzz of some generic reality show playing on the TV. it feels comforting and warm—today, there is silence.

"hey, y/n? are you home?" his voice reverberates through the cold apartment, just a little louder than he usually is, surprisingly remembering you have neighbors next door.

when he hears a slight shuffle and the sound of a creaky door opening, his heart stops pounding and he breaths a small sigh of relief and loosens his grip on the heavy metal water bottle he carries—he was worried for nothing. you'd usually tell him if you weren't home. anything like this is out of the ordinary.

he's about to greet you but stops in his tracks when he sees you. you don't feel the need to tidy yourself up when he's around, you're comfortable being you, and he much prefers it that way. however, when you leave your bedroom you look like a wreck. your hair is uncombed and a bit tangled, eyes sunken with dark circles. a swollen red tinge lingers on your features as you give him a little wave from where you can see him, trying to muster a small smile.

"hey, joo," you're voice comes out like a croak and you're a little embarrassed about it. your watery eyes betray your weak smile, "sorry, i lost track of time. i haven't made dinner yet ..."

his eyes soften. he wishes you knew how his heart broke into a million pieces upon seeing you look so pained.

"oh, baby, don't worry about that—what's wrong? come here." he tells you to go to him but his legs are already moving, dropping his bag and hastily chucking his shoes off to the side.

you don't even have time to explain before he's wrapping his arms around you, his large frame enveloping your whole body. the pressure against your skin feels so ... comforting. it's a weird feeling. it occurs to you this is the first time he's really seen you cry since you started dating—and it occurs to you this is the first time you've really been held like this. it only makes your eyes well up with more tears.

"damn it, i thought i was done crying," you sniffle and give him a pitiful laugh to try and de-escalate your heightened emotions, but it's not long before you break down into another sob, pressing your cheek into his chest in a gross mix of snot and tears. you feel a wave of shame wash over you at the thought, but he doesn't care, never has. "sorry—" you basically choke out the words, "i-i don't know. i don't know what's wrong with me," your hands come up to weakly grasp at his hoodie, anything—you selfishly want him closer, as close as you can get, as much as the world would let you savor this moment of comfort. it's unlike anything you've experienced, to be held so gently, to simply be cared for.

you can't see his face, but his brow furrows in a display of deep concern. god, if anyone hurt you, even thought about it, he'd—

"'m okay," you assure him, savoring the last bit of his embrace before you pull a way just a bit to look him in the eye, "i'm just having a rough day is all."

he looks at you so softly. no amount of snot or saliva crusting at your lips or tears drying at the corners of your eyes or hair stuck haphazardly to your cheeks could ever stop him from loving you. the look on his face almost makes you believe he's sharing your same grief and disdain.

you want to cry again, "come on, don't look at me like that. don't be sad. i'm okay," you need him to be his usual self right now. you're not sure if you can handle it if he shows you how concerned he is—this side of him is so rare and so earnest it makes you melt inside. you can't stand the thought of being the one who causes him to frown.

"y/n," he takes his hand and brushes away some of the hair, tucks it gently behind your ears. he's taller than you and has to lean down a little to look at you straight. "i'm here for you, y'know. you can tell me anything—and i really mean that. you don't have to reassure me, it's okay if you don't feel okay."

his eyes are so warm. here he is professing how deeply he cares for you and all you can do is scrunch up your face to try not to lose composure again. you nod, give him a mhm hm and start wiping the tears off your face. "i know," you reply weakly. it's the truth. you know he loves you to hell and back, but sometimes your mind seems to forget. how silly.

"thanks, joo," your mouth is so mucky with the type of thick saliva you get from crying, but his presence has calmed you down enough to speak real sentences. and suddenly, you can't help yourself. you latch back onto him and pull him into a hug of your own. he feels so nice. what did you ever do to deserve him? "really, i think i cried everything out earlier. it's just—sometimes i think about things too hard and it gets to me, y'know?"

he hums in acknowledgement. you feel it against your chest. "yeah, i know," his voice is laced with kindness and understanding, a softness you know only you'll ever get to experience. when he says he understands, you know he means it given all that he does. "i know, baby. it gets hard sometimes." he pats your head as he cradles you in his arms.

after a beat, he pulls away again and gives you a signature cheeky grin, one that signals to you he's trying to cheer you up, "how about this—you go put on a movie on the couch, i'll order takeout, and i'll tell you about how practice went. you won't believe what jiseok did today ... and if you're feeling up to it, you tell me about what's going on."

it doesn't solve all the torment in your heart, but for a brief moment amidst your pain you feel warm and safe. with him, you know you're loved—you can't help but break into a small, silly grin as well. "okay, whatever that means," a laugh escapes your mouth and he can only smile wider knowing that you're hanging in there, with the return of your familiar sarcasm.

you're about to follow orders, but before you can really leave his vicinity, he pulls you in and presses a kiss to your forehead. "i love you, don't forget that, okay?"

it makes your heart feel full, and your chest feels heavy with a mix of endearment and thankfulness. you take his hand, pressing his palm up to your cheek and leaning into his warmth. "i love you, too."

his toothy smile never fails to make you happy.

"alright, then. what should we order?”

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[coff-in]

ok Ok wait I'm here for angst consider!! Yan! Andrew and Older Sister Reader post Decay route, where reader walks in an Andrew right after he kills Ashley and talks him down or straight up restrains him from killing her/himself, promising to give him something to live for. She can't save Ashley, but she can save her remaining—however fucked up he may be—sibling right? However, all this means is that Andrew becomes even more yan than he already was and basically guilt-trips the reader and traps her with him. Regardless of where they go, regardless of who they meet, he can't stand being a step away from her. And if she doesn't listen, then all he has to do is pull out the knife again and put it to his own neck.

notes from coff-in: Teehee. I'm sorry if this isn't as angsty as you expected it to be. I don't usually read angsty stuff and this is my first time writing something like this. I saw this ask and just knew that I had to answer it as soon as possible, hehe. Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy it!

[fem] reader-insert, [reader] is older than andrew by about 2 years, this is a follow up to my previous "older sister reader" headcanons

I'll keep you in my arms and never let go.

(GOD THIS IDEA IS SO TOXIC, I LOVE IT!!!)

Big sis [reader] straight up runs up to Andrew, catching him off guard and gripping the hand holding the cleaver, BEGGING him not to kill himself.

“Stop it, stop it, stop it! Stop it! You can stay with me, you can have me, please! Don’t do it, Andrew, don’t do it! You can have me… don’t leave me… please…” [reader]’s fucking crying as she retrains his arm and hand, trying to pull the cleaver out of his hands. (I’m sorry for the poor writing, I saw this ask and all my neurons started rapid-firing ideas all at once).

She’s devastated about Ashley’s death– she was her younger sister after all– but she also tries to distance herself from what happened for the sake of Andrew. She can’t linger on the past when Andrew is right there asking for her help.

(I just realized that the Decay vision takes place in a future we don’t know much about yet, so I’m going to make some stuff up!)

When Ashley died in the demon/dream world her body in real life was left as a soulless husk of some sort. [reader] offered to just kill Ashley’s body and bury her somewhere discreet but Andrew said that he wanted to eat her. A weird final farewell but she’d do it for her little brother.

During dinner, Andrew asked [reader] a question that binded her to him forever: “You promise to never leave me, right?”

The answer fell out of her mouth so naturally that she didn’t even consider the consequences that could follow: “I promise to never leave you, Andrew.”

[reader] and Andrew leave the town they were living in to start anew somewhere else, to putting everything that had happened behind them. Andrew’s never been the youngest sibling before. [reader] dotes and babies him a lot not only since he’s her little brother but her only sibling now. She makes sure that he’s always comfortable wherever they go and gets a job to support the household.

Andrew doesn’t like the idea of his big sis getting a job. She would be talking to other people for most of the day… She wouldn’t be there for him! At first he stalks her workplace, then he tries to get a job working in the same office with [reader] so that they can be close. When that doesn’t work, Andrew waits for his big sis to return to their new home that night. A sharp kitchen knife sits comfortably in his tight grip.

{reader]’s boss had kept her at the office later than what she expected to make up overtime. He’s not waiting on taking advantage on his new employee, it seemed. She sighed as she walked up to the new motel Andrew and her were staying at. As she dugged through her coat pockets for her keys she noticed that one of the lights were on inside.

‘He must’ve had another nightmare again,’ [reader] thought to herself as her hand finally found the motel room keys. He had been racked with awful nightmares ever since Ashley died. Every night he would come to [reader]’s bed and asked if he could sleep with her. He said that it helped him sleep. At some point they stopped trying to sleep in separate beds and now they just shared one.

She entered the motel room and saw Andrew leaning against the kitchen counter. Neither of them made a sound as [reader] closed the door behind her. “I’m home. Sorry I came back late,” [reader] said as she proceeded to take off her coat, “My boss kept me back later than I expected.” Andrew never took his eyes off of his older sister. His silence was scaring her. “Did you get a nightmare?”

“Couldn’t sleep without you…” Andrew answered her silently. “I needed you… and you weren’t there.” His grip tightened on the knife in his hand and [reader] finally noticed it, its glint reflecting the motel room’s light. She stared to realize that this conversation was heading into a very dangerous direction.

“I’m sorry,” [reader] started as she took a slow step closer to Andrew, approaching him like he was a scared animal, “I’m sorry that I came home late, Andrew. I didn’t mean to… not be here with you.” In a flash, Andrew brings the knife’s sharp edge to his neck, the two surfaces a hair’s breath away from kissing and spilling blood.

“Then don’t go! Don’t leave me again!” Andrew yelled at [reader] as she stood in shock. “You promised that you’d never leave and you did! Don’t you love me, sis? Don't I mean anything to you?” [reader] quickly closed the gap between her and her brother and grabbed his hands just like she did when… when she saw…

“Of course I love you, Andrew! I’m sorry!”

'I’m so tired of your sorry’s. They don’t mean shit!'

[reader] wrapped her arms Andrew and hugged him, trying to run away from that moment. She wouldn’t lose another sibling. Not tonight. Not again. “I won’t go back. I won’t leave you again, Andrew.” Andrew wrapped his arms around his big sister and buried his face into the side of her head.

“Promise?” He whispered in her ear, smiling.

"Promise."

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coff-in

[clochanam-archive]

in all seriousness, i'm reading over a lot of the posts from last night and i wanna throw in my thoughts on the subject of the rpc's treatment of female, female-presenting, non-binary, POC and lgbtq+ muses bc like. yeah. nine and a half years is a lot of lessons to learn here!

i always acknowledge that i have been exceptionally lucky in my experiences here on tumblr, primarily because i've been blessed with (mostly!) fantastic friends and wonderful dynamics throughout this time. people can grow apart, and that's always a thing, and we've all hit some difficult patches in our lives, but for the most part, my time here has been fondly remembered and i intend to bamboozle my grandkids in five or six decades by making them think these threads are real events in the source media.

however.

i also know that writing a female oc has been an experience that i kinda blocked out the majority of the bad parts of. because aisling has been the most major part of my rp experience, i think i forgot about the fact that she was an oc, so whenever the weird or ignorant things happened, i'd associate that with another reason, because i straight up didn't consider aisling to be an oc. not that she wasn't, but like. i forgot that it was a label that certain people would turn away from, yk? and whenever people would have "OCs DNI" in their rules, i'd be furious, but it was still more of a "i'm not following you because you're a feckin dickhead and i don't want to associate with that" as opposed to "i'm not following you because i write an OC", yk?

anyway! what i'm trying to say is that for the most part, i would assign the majority of my problems in the rpc to being a personal problem as opposed to "you write a female OC". but that didn't stop me from seeing the rest of the dash in a much clearer light. writing a female OC, ships are a hot button topic, where if you like to ship, people say you're a ship hoarder, if you don't like to ship, people judge you for that too. and i read a very well-written post about ocs who are POCs, and like. i think we need to talk more about how the treatment of OCs and POC characters at large has become a much more subtle thing than the "OCs DNI" rules. bc after reading this post, it did occur to me that i've seen it a lot, where a number of people can basically assign OCs this sort of stamp of "emotional support" without any real development.

idk where i'm going with this, because of course it isn't aimed at anyone i'm mutuals with, you're all fantastic! but the post about addressing our own internalized misogyny is smth i think about often, particularly when we still see people hating on female characters in popular media for no real reason. and the other side of that being our attitude towards shipping, LGBTQ+ characters and POC characters. like of course OC DNI lists are still a thing, but like. it's often more subtle, it's usually more like a lingering thought of "jeez why does this feel so off to me?" bc it's not always as plain and obvious as someone saying "don't write with me if you write an OC".

anyway, once again, this is not aimed at anyone on the dash, i'm forever blessed and lucky and grateful to have such fantastic people in my life and on my dash, i just wanted to write about it!

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||The vampire's curse: Chapter three||

Hi everyone, Peahen mom here with another chapter? Seems like this one is getting new ideas so soon too. Though it's also towards the new Idea of a au: Cursed vampire sorcerers.

||Chapter list||

Chapter one

Chapter two

((Your reading chapter three))

||Drabble Summary||

Rioto was saved thanks to Yuta tonight but now he had to wonder what was really going on. Yuta agreed to tell him but he hopes he will understand. Will Rioto understand taking in the new information he's going to tell him? Or will he freak out and deny all of this? Read to find out.

||Warning||

~This will have some violence in the drabble

~Craving blood is seen in this drabble

~Light Nsfw is present in this chapter

~Vampire related curse is seen and present in this drabble

~This is a Collage au/cursed vampire sorcerers au (Might be a new au) so all guests are 18+ so if your under age, do not read this drabble thanks

((Guests in this drabble))

Daichi Pheon-X,(A.k.a Kisho Hashimoto) and Eito belong to my amazing friend @chunibyo-x-sorcerer and Syougo Shimizu (Rioto kirin) along with some others in the Oda clan belongs to @demonsofoda Both blogs belong to @demon-blood-youths (Amazing person please follow her! <3)

Sukuna Ryomen, yuji itadori, nobara kugisaki, megumi fushiguro, and Maki Zenin come from the anime jujutsu kaisen but their also muses I rp with. Same with Miko Yotsuya, Hana Yurikawa, and Yuria niguredou

((Grammar mistakes and errors will be seen and noticed in this but it’s written for fun. I hope you understand but with that, please enjoy <3))

"Rioto..I think I have to tell you the truth.."

Rioto blinks hearing these words but he felt a little nervous while sitting up slowly to look at Yuta who is facing the other way on the edge of the bed. What did he have to tell him? Was their really something going on?

"Yuta? What do you need to tell me?"

"......It's about..what you saw and what you might be thinking is happening. It also results to why It took me forever to come back from my mission.." he didn't look at him but Yuta was only remaining calm, trying to figure out how to tell him this. Should he start with the mission?

"...Okay, I will tell you but you need to promise not to freak out on me okay?" he sees Rioto confused yet something told him it was going to be big news. Unsure to speak, he only nods to confirm he won't. Seeing this, Yuta begins to explain.

"Well, it all happened when I was like I said gone for my mission. I was told by Lord Sukuna about some recent gangs trying to get control over some locations he has. Trust many had not been able to do it because some of his other followers were able to stop them. Even me, I was given the same mission and stopped a few from causing real harm." He sees Rioto listening to him but he was following him.

"So...I was able to find one that was leading all these recent attacks and found him at his hide out. I took out his men and slayed the curses there. However...I didn't expect him to be one.......when I thought I took him out, he attacked me or..he cursed me." Yuta sighed but Rioto was shocked. Wait, that jerk cursed his Yuta!?! What the fuck!!!

"Yuta......is he-"

"No worries, he's dead now after I was attacked and cursed but..I did take him out. However, when I was starting to get ready to come back, I felt weird like something was wrong. I figure it was due to the curse he put on me. Thanks to it..I felt dizzy and weird before passing out."

"..You passed out? Then what happened after?" Rioto sitting near him but Yuta was holding back from wanting to pin him down due to his bandaged up arm. His blood is still lingering around him making Yuta wanna feed. But he held strong for his snow reindeer. Though, Rioto noticed.

"Yuta?"

"I'm f..fine...I'm fine..*sighs* Anyway, I woke up and it was later at night. I felt fine right after falling or passing out. I didn't seem too off and I felt alright...that is till I looked in the mirror.." he said but Yuta didn't face him now making Rioto nervous.

"S....so..what was wrong? What happened?" he had to know and hopes to confirm this fear and feeling. What happened to his Yuta? Not answering, Yuta looks to his hands then slowly looks to Rioto.

"If you wish to know....promise again you won't freak out." he said before he would say. Rioto was confused hearing this but only nods to him.

"I promise...I promise just tell me what happened..."

".......so I saw what was wrong but..it was even shocking to me...so.." Looking to him Rioto saw Yuta's eyes but he was slowly widening his own eyes seeing some things. His eyes were glowing, their was sharp fangs past his lips and their was some cursed energy around him.

"...I was turned into a cursed vampire........."

".........."

"Rioto?" Yuta saw him not say a word but his eyes were still wide to back up a little that Yuta was confused.

"Y..Y..Y..Your a..a..a...a. vampire!?! A vampire!!!" he said now starting to panic that Yuta tries to calm him down.

"Easy Rioto! Yes, I've turned into one but I won't hurt you!" he said but Rioto only keeps back to look at him.

"How do I know!? You never told me the reason you were gone is because you were turned!?" he said.

"I just told you a second ago and you promised you wouldn't panic!" he said back.

"Can't blame me if I just find out! So you mean we have cursed vampires around here!? And other things!" he said yet Yuta was sweatdropping.

"Yes. Their are some cursed vampires around but not many know of them. Though I know a few. Yuji, Megumi, Maki, and Miko are vampires and they already proven that. Heck, even I am too but..I guess I wanted to tell you but you still freaked out." he said with arms crossed.

"Then....." That's when Rioto noticed. "Those three guys...t..there were..." looking to Yuta, he saw him nod yes to freak Rioto out even more. So, those three jerks were cursed vampires too! They were planning on eating him!!!!!

"........"

"Yes, those three were going to eat you or drain you of blood. Good thing I noticed it when seeing them following you tonight. I'm just glad that your safe....and well.." he mutters yet Rioto was freaking out on the inside. So everything he thought of and seen was true. Things were NOT what they seem to be!!!!!

"So....the three jerks were vampires.....a..and you a..are too? You...you're one of them?" he asked but Yuta looks still showing his glowing eyes but he was seeing Rioto now afraid a little.

"Rioto...calm down I'm not going to hurt you-"

"How do I know your not being controlled!? You tell me all this yet...I..I don't know. How do I know your not being taken over by whoever bit you!" he glares at Yuta but Rioto only seems more nervous seeing Yuta look at him.

"Look, I know it might seem like that but trust me, I'm not being controlled by another. You have to trust me on this Rioto." he reaches for his hand but Rioto only got more nervous.

"I...I can't believe you. This can't be true!" he said but Yuta sighed.

"It is true!"

"Oh sure and your going to tell me the others are vampires too!" he said but Yuta didn't say anything making Rioto nervous. "N..No way...t..then......"

"...Yuji, Megumi, Miko, and Maki are vampires too.....they been just keeping it secret to keep others from knowing. The only ones that know is some close friends and no I was not the one that bit and turned them. Believe me, I won't harm you Syougo....." he once more moves to Rioto who backs up more on the bed. He was unsure about all this. Hearing some of his friends were vampires!

Even wondering of the others...what of the ones that was not!? Were they being hurt or hunted down!? Trying to calm down, he only looks down holding his head before feeling Yuta touch his shoulder.

"Rioto-" Right away, he hits his hand away nervous but he was getting ready to leave.

"Stay away I don't know if your speaking the truth! How do I know your my Yuta!?" as he tries to get up, Yuta grabs his arms to pin him down on the bed as he struggles now.

"Rioto listen to me! It is me, I'm still me!" he said hoping he will listen yet the fear and worry was sinking in too deep. He keeps on struggling more but Yuta sees him shaking before he felt Yuta hold him down harder.

"PLEASE LISTEN TO ME!"

"!!!!!"

Both were now staying still but Yuta was looking down at Rioto who was silent looking up at him, panting softly from all the struggling he did.

".........."

"Believe me, it's still me. I'm still your snow leopard. Nothing is going to change that, not even if I'm a cursed vampire now. I wouldn't hurt you in any way Rioto remember? I always want to protect you." he said softly yet he remains quiet seeing Rioto shaking to see him looking down at him.

"You........It's h..hard to trust you...e..even if you say that....I..I won't.."

"What do I have to do..to make you believe me? It's still me my precious reindeer..." He didn't look away from him but Rioto only shook more under his gaze. Even if he was thinking all this, this only got him shy. Being held down like this was not helping but.....he was feeling how strong Yuta was.

Even if they were alone together he never made it easy for him even when he punishes him. However, he saw Yuta's expression being gentle but he was still pinning him down before his hold eases up. Yuta saw Rioto confused before he only looks away from him and only touches his cheek.

"Even if you don't believe me, It's still me. I'm not going to hurt you....even if my own body is craving to feed for you...I never want to hurt you." he said that Rioto was silent now. Even if he was..he wouldn't.

"......See? I would never harm you...I love you too much to do that....why would I hurt my lover?"

"..........."

However, as he was caressing his cheek, Rioto blushed to look away, nuzzling into the palm of his hand. Even if his touch was gentle, he was looking quiet wondering how to take this all in. If that's the case then...wouldn't he also need......

That's when Yuta looks to his arm seeing the bandages that had some dried blood showing. He was holding himself back yet he was already moving away from Rioto who noticed.

"Yuta? What's wrong? Are you-"

"I'm fine...just...urges again. I been wanting to feed but...I'm not going to. I'll be alright for now." he said looking away yet Rioto didn't believe it. If he was saying this, he's either holding back or lying about it. He still seems a bit nervous about it but Rioto didn't want him to suffer because of it. Should he help him or should he leave him be?

Even if Yuta was like this, he was still his snow leopard.

"T..then..d..do you need to.....I mean, maybe if you do-"

"....What do you mean??" he looks to Rioto again who was looking away hiding his nervous expression on his face.

"If....If you need blood....I can give it to you....b..but..It shouldn't be that easy....It must be hard to offer blood to you s..so...I wanna help I guess?" he asked.

"......Are you offering me blood?" He asked yet Rioto said nothing.

"I..I guess? I mean, Yes..I mean no!? I....I should help you out since It won't be easy to get it from me next time!" he points to Yuta who looks at him silently. "Besides, being who I am I should be happy to help you out. S..so.." He looks at him as Yuta looks back.

"I wanna offer you my blood to help you out! Think of it as a-" That's when Yuta grabs his arm and pulls him close to have him land against his chest. Rioto tenses from the powerful pull with him being hugged.

"Ummm Y..Yuta?"

"....You seriously are so sweet..you still wanna help even if I'm a cursed vampire...even when it's taking every inch of my power...not to ravish you here in this room...taking every inch of clothing off and making you mine as I feed." he whispered making Rioto's face red. What the hell did that come from!?!?

"I...w..what are you talking about!? Yuta, you need to control yourself-"

"No way..I can't now after you said that..your seriously precious Rioto..I wanna be sure to keep myself sane but..also enjoy my meal.....I will be sure it don't hurt you...I promise." he said leaving butterfly kisses to his shoulder and neck. Even from this, the lips felt on his skin was warm making the other blush worse.

He couldn't move due to Rioto holding him down on the bed but he was shaking being under him like this. Even seeing his own eyes glowing in the darkness of the room, caused his own to glow a light ice blue.

"Though..I bet your blood is sweet.." he said exposing his fangs to him yet Rioto shook again looking up at him. This shouldn't be possible right!? He should be trying to fight him to stop him from doing this yet..being held down like this was a bit exciting.

Even when he saw Yuta lowering down to almost kiss him on the lips, feeling them brush against one another as he was shaking again. "Y..Yuta..w..wait a second..d..don't you think this w..will hurt? I mean..I would help you like I said but.."

"But? Are you scared to help me? I can tell since your shaking so much..I said I wouldn't hurt you but..I don't want to make you scared of me..." He said this softly even if he sits up to look down at Rioto again.

"............"

"As I said; it's taking a lot of power to hold back..from kissing every inch of your skin..to mark it over and over again...even now...seeing you under me..it's driving me insane Rioto..s..so badly...." he said even humping against him that Rioto tenses to blush looking away.

"E...easy n..now..I..I never said I...I was..." as he tries to speak, he panted feeling something hard swelling up against him that he grips the pillow to pant exposing his neck to him again. Seeing this, Yuta lowers down to even even kiss the neck making Rioto yelp.

"I can even see the main vein pumping your delicious blood through your whole body....I bet it's delicious if I took a bite..." he whispered even making the other shake more as he gotten more and more kisses from him.

This made the ice sorcerer shake again but he feels Yuta shifting on top of him that he feels his own body acting up that it leaves him more flushed again. However, he feels Yuta giving more and more kisses to his neck that he even feels something scrap against his skin making the other hiss.

Yuta was really holding back from wanting to eat but he didn't want to hurt Rioto before he kisses more of his neck then stops. "Though..I don't want to hurt you like I said.." That's when he felt him stop leaving Rioto panting softly.

"So...I can find something else to feed from so I don't hurt you.." he said touching his cheek even if Rioto was blushing looking at him.

"B..but Yu...Yuta...I..." he was seeing him shaking again but Yuta held back to blush looking to the side. Calming down, he only stops to help him sit up.

"...It's alright..I'll be fine..I Just need to find Sukuna and he can help me out....but why don't you get some rest......I know I'll see you tomorrow." he said kissing his cheek. Rioto blinks to hear this but looks to see him let him go and stood up. Wait..was he just going to leave after all that!?!?

"B..but you...don't you need..."

"I do..but I'm not going to hurt you if I grew worse....For now, get some rest....." Kissing his forehead he turns to leave to the door as he opens the door walking out. When he did, the barrier shows again knowing he will have to be re invited in again as he leaves. Right away, Rioto gets up to follow him.

"Yuta wait! I didn't say you couldn't dri-" As he did, once more he was gone. Geez, what sort of crap was he doing now!?! Rioto remains at the door way but he grips the door knob to look down.

"......Damn it. I didn't say no...I wanted to help........but...tch..." he shook his head but looks away to slowly close the door but he touches his neck to blush again. If he said the others were like him...then wouldn't it mean.....Thinking about it, he could ask and find out. That explains Taz being gone but she will be back tomorrow from what he found out.

Sighing, he goes to bed for the night but he will have to find a way to help Yuta. And not grow jealous at the same time. He didn't want him to drink someone's blood but his! He will have to think of something but for now...bedtime. However, he misses him already want wishes he would just come back.

As for Yuta, he was heading to his own dorm room but he was looking quiet. He did have some blood bags there so it will hold him for now. Shaking his head, he walks off and ignores the curses lingering about knowing they wouldn't get close to campus. He knew things will be different now and even more dangerous too.

'Don't worry my beloved Rioto..I'll protect you..'

[loosingmoreletters]

1. Thank you and That One Anon for making the English speaking fandom for Weapon Creator!

2. In the name of bullying Yun Taeheon, I need his reaction to Mun Doyun- aka the B rank assassin that was Shin Junseo’s guild leader. Cuz objectively, Yun Taeheon knows a lot can happen in a year and stuff, but also he’s an S-rank leader of a top guild that is willing to give Shin Junseo just about anything and he still cannot recruit him. And then there’s this B-rank nobody (to him) who specifically hired Shin Junseo - as a D rank weapon creator who could only make an average knife every 20 seconds - BC HE HAD A SKILL THAST DESTROYED THE BLADES HE USED. Literally the same reason!! But no, somehow Yun Taeheon is losing this race.

Even better if he somehow gets more backstory or through some time shenanigans he meets the other Mun Doyun, who is basically the reason Shin Junseo is even as good as he is. Like, the reason sjs learned all he could and stuff. Anyway, yth being objectively, obviously on a higher level than this dude and yet still absolutely seething at the very idea of how much he apparently is not measuring up. How do you think that should go?

also, looking at the firsts chapter and think the first chapter and I think Sjs could be the little kid at the very beginning? Meaning that he has grown up in he world of hunters and gates, giving some cool world building to how this is a whole generation of ppl growing up with gates and magic.

However, for the sake of getting more of your sugar daddy au, I am ignoring that. Or maybe it could be incorporated, like- yth was trying to figure out how to ask sjs for just, an actual relationship. And sjs had stopped their contract after signing onto the guild. Extra tension!! Cuz obviously yth wasn’t gonna reach out and be like, “Hey, so that didn’t work out…”

glad to be of service!!!!! taking it from the bottom here, you mean this kid?

Huh! Now that you mention it, that could track! Would be rather interesting too as I'd put this kid somehwere between 8 and 12, which implies dungeons have been a thing for much longer than just a couple of years. Tho I assumed the adult in the next panel was YTH, so hmmm. But also what does this say about the state of his family. where the fuck are they. I need answers. And also I'd love some worldbuilding around growing up in such a world. In SCTIR, one of my fave things is to linger on like, the first weeks after the dungeon breaks. how did legislation change, the government, the way people reacto to this-

"In the name of bullying YTH" man we really all just took a look at this guy, who is probably meant to be like a cool badass character and decided we shall treat him like our sibling's new boyfriend and thus make fun of hinm. huh. god given right to bully the man.

But yeah, do you think YTH assumed just a little bit that SJS had like weird trauma. and also like- okay full confession time. when I started reading this, I assumed this guy would be our love interest second protag. I mean. look at him and SJS reaction to praise

and the way SJS also thinks of this guild in the future memories he receives? a place where he was accepted, found friends, where they kept pushing forward together- Listen. also the way it lingers on MDY's body there. I'm just saying, the vibes are accurate. to me.

Anyway, YTH does have the vibes of somebody who is incredibly understanding but privately also has beef with a dead man. he knows it's unfair and stupid, but also he could buy SJS a god damn pent house apartment. he would. that and any item he wants. actually I just realized while typing this would've been really fucking great to insert into my little soulmate fanfic given I did toss in like one sided bonds existing there. something to consider for the future.

But man, I think it would be interesting if SJS is confronted with him again also in the context of like, SJS not recognizing MDY's brother despite his future memories, which sure has some implication. I told a friend that like my assumption is that Mun Dojin died in the other timeline and I desperately need him and SJS to talk because even if the memories SJS has never actually existed here, that still sort of makes him the only person MDJ can talk to.

actually, man. this would make anything SJS/YTH even funnier. here's your crush. there's your crush's vampire familier and his ex guildmaster's (former bf's??????) little brother. god I need MDJ and Elizabeth to show up more often. slkdfhsldkh sorry got entirely off track here.

OKAY BACK TO SUGAR DADDY AU- I just realized how fucking hilarious this would also be because like. SJS manages to bag one man and it's this big shot guild leader. and instead of signing up with his guild, he goes to these small nobodies. like, it probably just makes sense to SJS. This was a job, now here is another, newer job. Life goes on.

YTH meanwhile is the math meme. Min Huisu told him to get a social life. he paid someone for that, but the guy turns out to be actually cute and fun, so he'd like to have a relationship that is not just superifical. and this guy just. mcfucking signs on to a guild he hasn't even heard of. f in the fucking chat

[coraniaid]

One last quick post about Season 2 before I start rewatching Season 3.

It's obviously true that Joyce telling Buffy not to "even think about coming back" if she leaves the house to fight Angel in Becoming is awful in a way that both Joyce the character and the show more generally never really acknowledges. But equally -- and necessarily, because the show never really takes Joyce's threat seriously -- it is very obviously not the only (or even the primary) reason that Buffy runs away from home at the end of the episode. (Buffy leaving is also, just to be clear, not something we're ever meant to think Joyce wants to happen.)

One clue that Buffy does not take Joyce's threat literally is that, even before the episode is over, she has gone back home again: to pick up some clothes and leave her mother a note. Frankly it's kind of weird that people sometimes pretend this didn't happen.

And one clue that Buffy is not leaving town solely because of her mother is that Joyce seems to be the only person who Buffy tells she's leaving. The others are all still hanging around in front of the school waiting for her when she gets on the bus out of town. It is hard to see how to square this with the irritatingly popular argument that Buffy only leaves because of what Joyce said to her (again, however inexcusable Joyce's words would be in reality). Why doesn't Buffy go to see her best friend or her Watcher? Wouldn't staying with them, or at least checking in with them, be an option? Couldn't she try to find somewhere else to stay in town?

The answer, in the show's intended reading, is: no, she can't do these things, because she is not just running away from her home but she is running away from Sunnydale. She is running away from being the Slayer. She is running away from her life.

What her mother said to her didn't help, but it wasn't the only thing that led her to this path. In fact Becoming as a whole is an inversion of Season 1's Prophecy Girl, and I think it's best to see Joyce's very different influence in those two episodes in that light.

In the former episode, Buffy is initially reluctant to accept her destiny because of what she's been told it will cost her: namely, if she fights the Master she's doing to die. She talks to her mother (who still doesn't know she's the Slayer) about running away from her calling: "Mom, let's go away, anywhere, just for a while, the whole weekend [...] You and me, a mother-daughter thing". Her mother urges her to stay in town (not realizing this will mean Buffy dies). But that's not quite enough by itself to lead Buffy to a decision: she also needs to be reminded that if she leaves terrible things will happen to Willow and to Giles and to her other friends. Hence her talk with them both after speaking to her mother. She wants to protect them, and acts accordingly. So she fights the Master, and she dies, because as she just told Willow: "It doesn't matter as long as you're okay". She dies, but it turns out not to be quite as bad as she'd thought. As she'll tell Kendra later, she "was only gone for a minute".

In Becoming, Buffy spends a lot less time questioning her destiny. She thinks she knows what it will cost her, and she already told Giles back in Passion that she thought she was "finally ready". The failure of Willow's spell "just makes it easier". She talks to her mother (who has just found out that Buffy is the Slayer) about not having a choice: "It never stops [...] But I have to save the world, again." They fight, and her mother urges her to stay at home (not realizing or at least not accepting that this will mean the world ends). But that's not quite enough by itself to lead Buffy to a decision: she also needs to be reminded that because of her terrible things have happened to Willow and to Giles and to her other friends. Hence her last lingering look at them waiting before she leaves town. She wants to protect them, and acts accordingly. She fought Angel, and she killed him, and -- as she'll admit next season -- "it didn't help". He dies, and in a way, so does she. And this time she's gone for a lot longer.

[welcometogrouchland]

May I ask about your Jason Todd idea? <3

Hm, okay so. How to lay this out sensitively since I know it might be a tad controversial...

Prefacing by saying I'm not an expert on the minutias of Jason characterization. I like him when he appears, I think the battle for the cowl/Morrison era and some parts of modern era for him are Weird and Bad, but I'm not Jason scholar (for that I'd say maybe check out @/tumblingxelian and their great video essays), I'm just trying to think of what might be an interesting step forward for him.

First, the canon facts

Jason got lobotomized and has panic disorder on steroids. By the end of Gotham War (specifically when Jason was. Flying the batplane into the asteroid. God I can't believe that's the plot) he was finding it in himself to power through said panics

In Joker: The Man Who Stopped Laughing #12, the joker gives Jason a "low dose" of joker venom, which has an ambiguous effect on Jason, allowing him to power through the fear (which joker explicitly states is still very much present, just not physically debilitating, like when Jason couldn't run over in either Catwoman #57 or #58, the one with the kid in the building) even though he'd been able to do that sans venom over in Gotham War, like I previously stated.

The effect of said joker venom seems to be lingering for now, minus the creepy grin side effect it gave Jason over in that man who stopped laughing issue, as seen in the latest batman issue (number is escaping me rn, #147??). He still has the stutter which is a shorthand for fear, he's drawn with fearful expressions by Jorge Jimenez, but he says that he's "working through it" thanks to the chemicals

This is both super interesting and kind of maddening as it doesn't completely remove the consequences of what happened in Gotham War, but is trying to sweep them under the rug and get back to business as usual. I, however, propose making said consequences front and center like a fashionable urn on a mantle piece:

Since it's never stated how exactly the joker venom works, and I think the current answer is "it works how the story needs it to" I've decided that because it's a low dose, it eventually wears off. And when it wears off, Jason's back to square one in terms of mental state. Ergo, if Jason doesn't want to live the rest of his life as quaking shivering husk of his former self...he's going to need more.

(read more for the meat of things)

So, Jason self medicates for a condition given to him by the father he has endlessly complicated feelings towards with a cure invented by a man who represents everything he hates in the world who once tried to take everything from him.

Which, insert poetic cinema gif here, I'm quite proud of myself for that one.

Anyway, there's a lot of directions you could take this. Personally I think it'd be interesting to explore Jason trying to get back into the drug trade like he did in UTRH (FULL TRANSPARENCY I HAVEN'T READ THE FULL COMIC, I KNOW BROADSTROKES BUT IM NOT GONNA TRY AND MAKE PARALLELS) as he tries to use the resources (production plants and other drug runners who can hook him up with samples of joker toxin/similar stuff you can probably find around Gotham) to manufacture his own cure that means never having to go back to the joker again. Maybe he ambushes a joker toxin chemical production plant to get his own supply, and then Jason uses this as his foothold back into that world.

This isn't necessarily me saying we should regress Jason alll the way back to UTRH, that was before his anti-hero era and I'm not willing to fully shoot him back into the past. I just think that's not how you tell good stories in a medium like comics. But it'd inherently be a little different just bc he's doing it for different, slightly more self motivated (depending on your take on villain Jason) reasons and the people around him would have a different reaction to it.

Anyway, all sorts of problems can arise! Depending on how you wanna characterize Jason (wayward son who longs to be back in the fold or black sheep who doesn't play by daddy's rules, etc) he can either a) try and hide this criminal enterprise from his giant family full of nosy detectives (good idea there jay) OR do it out in the open, trying to justify himself but still putting himself on the opposite side of the family again (not the law bc that boy hasn't been on the 'right' side of it since he died)

There's also the fact that Jason now needs to take something 24/7 in order to live his life. He essentially can't be without it, he's dependent on it, in fact he'd get sick without it despite any adverse effects it may have on him (which are guaranteed, I mean. No clinical trials)

I imagine it'd be easy to become addicted to it in some way.

And uh. This is the part where it works slightly better as a fanfic pitch than an actual comic pitch. Because as much as I think it'd be such an interesting beat for Jason's character considering his fraught history with addiction and drugs (looks away from that one urban legends story where he suggests terrorising addicts to get to the suppliers and bruce lectures him. The easiest way to make Mr "we don't sell drugs to children" sympathetic and you beefed it)

I also fully recognise that this is a sensitive topic that DC doesn't have the best track record with (although addicts aren't a monolith and feel a number of ways about addictions portrayals in comics) and that there's probably some pitfalls inherent in the premise, namely bc of Jason's background as an impoverished kid and his grey morality, and how those play into stereotypes of addicts. Addiction is already such a misunderstood and stigmatized condition that I imagine playing with it with an antihero might be enough to turn some people off. Addiction is not a moral failing and I'd hate to write it as a moral failing of Jason akin to his willingness to kill, etc.

But with all that said, I think that stereotypes are primarily harmful because of their shallowness. They inhibit understanding of groups labeled "other" by presenting them in simplistic ways that don't portray richness or complexity. And I think a truly good red hood comic could give both sympathy and complexity to Jason, even as an addict. If anything, Jason is a popular character (mostly) and there could be something nice about seeing a main character go through what you're going through, gritty details and all. YMMV (can we bring that back btw?) and it depends on execution. There's a lot of ways it could go wrong, but seeing as it just lives as a hypothetical rn, I think there's also a lot of ways it could go. I mean, not right, it's a downer story beat for Jason but it's mostly meant to be interesting and a vehicle for more stories as Jason navigates it, ya know?

Anyway, I have a lot of spiels littered in my notes app and discord DMs that elaborate on all this (how this could work as act 1 in a broader Jason story where his little operation goes to shit and he has to hit the road (jack) and maybe do some character development for better or worse. I'm a sucker and wanna say better- not squeaky clean better but. Yknow, finding himself to an extent. I recognise I'm a sap and a fool tho. Or how a new outlaws team could factor into either of those eras (since I do like Jason with an outlaws team. It gives him an excuse to exercise his compelling relationships and dynamics with other characters without having to constantly tip-toe around the elephant in the room whenever he's with the batfamily all the time. He just needs a good lineup) but that's all for another time

... though without elaborating on the vision in my head it kind of just sounds like my pitch is "Jason gets addicted to his hyper-anxiety medication" BUT I SWEAR ITS MORE THAN THAT.

It's like. If Jason has struggled as a character (and this is very subjective on my part so feel free to disagree) because he has compelling relationships with all of the batfamily, but also has compelling grey morality that makes it hard to capitalize on those relationships, without the conflict always coming to "Jason stop killing!" "Nuh uh!" OR just being ignored, and the main way writers have addressed this is via reboots instead of arcs...

Then giving Jason and the bats:

real, legitimate and fresh reason for jay to be mad at Bruce (taking their relationship of love with very little understanding to it's most dramatic conclusion)

give the family a real reason to want to bring him back into the fold (feel bad about the lobotomy and it would be pretty immoral to let Jason waste away slowly and painfully because of something Bruce did)

capitalize on all the ways Jason is sympathetic (bc the addiction is a natural lead into his backstory, which is one of his most sympathetic elements)

And the ways in which he's very out of step with the bats post-resurrection (I'd be mad asf too if i came back to life just for my dad to a) not avenge me and b) LOBOTOMIZE ME meanwhile the cunt ass clown giving me my meds is just lurking out there).

Idk it's not a sophisticated pitch as of this moment but I think a real chef (writer) could cook something w/ this

[dreamdepot]

Dreams of the Kingdom - Chapter 21: Dusk and Dawn

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It is never comforting to wake up somewhere unfamiliar, especially when waking up in an entirely different plane of existence, in a body that was unfamiliar to you.

The entire room was obsidian black, made of unnaturally smooth, square stone. Everything just felt wrong, sending your new fur on end. At the very least, the bed was warm and comfortable – save for the woman sitting at the end. “Hmm, two and six but fifteen spaces…” she muttered, looking down at a puzzle of some kind. She then looked up, noticing you.

She was a gorgeous woman, but just as unsettling as your new surroundings. Her skin was black and pale blue with glowing tattoos. Her fiery orange hair and equally bright eyes were the only burst of color in this monochrome room. Just one look felt as if she was able to read your deepest thoughts, and her mischievous smile seemed to hold secrets of her own. “Ah, you’re awake. That’s good, not many of your kind handle the trip to my realm so well… considering most are reduced to a shade, but you became a beast. Who are you?”

“I feel like I should be asking you the same,” you said. Talking felt strange with your new mouth. You looked down at your body. While you were foxlike now, you were at least still somewhat human shaped.

“You should be thankful I stopped the transformation before you turned fully into a fox. The last Hylian I knew that became a beast was stuck on all fours.” She narrowed her eyes. “Now, again, who are you?”

You decided to yield, given you were in no shape to fight if things went south. “My name is [Y/n]. Now who are you, where am I, and…” You stopped, suddenly remembering what she said before you blacked out. “I’m in the Twilight Realm. But wait, yeah, I should be a shade, not a fox! A-and last Hylian would mean…” You looked back up at her. “Princess Midna?”

“Queen Midna, ruler of the Twilight Realm,” she corrected. She studied you. “And you are still hiding things from me. The way you sit, the way you look like you’re on a mission… you remind me far too much of Zelda. So what? Did she finally get hitched and have a kid or what?”

You sputtered. “What? No, I’m not…”

She suddenly burst into laughter. “Can’t you tell when someone is messing with you? You really must be related to her if you’re this up tight.” Your new fur bristled, which did not go unnoticed. “Oh, no, you are?”

“It’s… complicated.” You were about to explain when your hand fell to your bare wrist. Your heart turned to ice. “Wait, where is it, where is it?!” You patted around the sheets.

“You mean this?” Midna held out Link’s hair band. “The strap snapped. Here, one second.” She ran her hands through your fur, carefully combing it back and threading it through the band. As she brushed and braided, you told your story. She quietly listened as she took one of her own hair sticks and locked the band in place. You looked up into the mirror, seeing the hair band glinting against your red fur. “Hair bands are meant to be worn, not sure why you’d wear it on your wrist.”

Your face fell. “It’s not mine, it belongs to my boyfriend.”

Her gaze softened, if for a moment. “Then I’m sure he’d rather you wear it to keep him close to you, than on an old bit of leather.”

“It felt a bit weird to wear it, but… kinda feels nice now. Like he’s here.” Your fingers brushed the band. “Guess being a fox isn’t the worst thing to happen to me.”

“Like I said, you’re lucky,” Midna said. “Lingering light energy was enough to give you a form here in the Twilight Realm instead of becoming a shade. However, without my power, it would have been snuffed out. The Twilight eventually warps anyone from the Light World without proper protection. Be thankful you didn’t become a monster.” She stopped, the mischievous twinkle in her eye again. “In fact…”

“Uh oh.”

She shrugged. “Well, I did stop your transformation and you’re clearly some kind of warrior. Therefore, I’d say you owe me a favor, don’t you think?”

You swallowed hard. “What kind of favor?”

“You’re not the only visitor I have from Hyrule today, though I can’t explain how he got here – let alone with an interesting present…” She looked you up and down. “First though, you should change.”

She was right. Your Sheikah armor was torn and unsuitable for battle, partially from the transformation and partially from your constant battling without a chance to do any maintenance in the previous eras. You made your way behind a privacy screen and started to change. “So, if you’re in need of a warrior, what kind of ‘present’ are we talking about?”

“You catch on quick. My people were cast out from Hyrule many years ago. Our ancestor’s shadow magic was considered dangerous and for good reason: their anger, hatred, and sorrow created several dark artifacts that threatened the light.”

You simply hummed in agreement; you had heard stories of things such as the Fused Shadow, the vessel that held the bound shadow magic that once was used to try and steal the Triforce.

“I’m afraid one of these artifacts has found its way back to us after it was long thought destroyed. I simply need you to… get rid of it. I really don’t care how, I just want it as far as possible from my realm.”

“You don’t want to destroy it? Or maybe seal it away?”

You could feel Midna’s judgmental glare through the screen. “Prince [Y/n], you obviously have studied the history of Hyrule. Explain to me how many times sealing something away has gone well for the people of Hyrule.”

“Point taken, but what about destroying it.”

“Not an option. Doing so would likely release all of the bound magic and make things worse. You’re a time traveler, take it somewhere where no one will ever find it.” Midna sighed. “Are you done yet?”

You decided not to comment on the unease in Midna’s voice. Now in your Royal Guard armor, you followed her down the halls. Your new tail slipped out, thankfully without needing to tear a hole in your old uniform. “Oh, I’m going to need a weapon.”

“Suppose that would help,” Midna stopped off at an armory, pulling down an old box. She tossed something to you. “Here, use this old thing.”

A shiny ivory and gold crossbow landed in your hands. “Oh hey, always wanted to try one of these.”

“Just make sure to give it back, it belonged to an old friend.”

You tested the crossbow’s weight. “You wouldn’t happen to have a sword too, would you?”

She grabbed a longsword from one of the Twili guards as you passed toward one of the courtyards. “This good enough?”

You held the twisted blade. It was unlike anything you’d seen before but looked deadly as any sword you’d used before. “Oh yeah, this is perfect. So, what’s the target?”

“That.”

You looked out at the courtyard where a grotesque scene lay before you. Several Twili guards were dead. The body at the center thankfully appeared to be clinging to life. What wasn’t so great was that the body was definitely from Hyrule, a Zora. To make matters worse, the Zora was almost completely enveloped in a mass of gloom tentacles, all feeding up to the source, firmly fixed to the Zora’s face – a terrible nightmare you long thought merely a story.

“Majora?! You want me to fight Majora?!” Midna shrugged. “Majora should be dead. Hero of Time destroyed all the evil in the mask!”

“Yes, interesting, isn’t it? It’s as if another evil has resurrected it.”

This voice was new, and Midna seemed rather tired by it. “Oh yes, there’s him too.”

A strange man sat near the edge of the courtyard, seemingly ignored by the other Twili guards and he ignored them. The oddest part was that he simultaneously looked Hylian and yet not, as if it was someone or something pretending to be Hylian. Unlike with the others, he looked at you with a smile that was just a little too wide, wringing his hands. “You… you’re an interesting one, aren’t you?”

A chill crawled down your back as he almost scuttled closer to you. “Yes, yes, very interesting indeed. You’re an intruder too. Not quite an Interloper, no, no, but you really are someplace you don’t belong.” An unsettling laugh dripped out his grin.

“Who are you?”

“No one important as a prince,” he snickered, instantly raising your guard. “Just a salesman, selling his masks far and wide. But one day, that very important mask of mine was stolen away and infested by an evil hand. Of course, a mask needs a wearer, so it decided to grab the nearest body strong enough…”

“Okay, get it yourself, it’s right there.”

“Oh no, I’m not a fighter. Quite the contrary, just a humble mask salesman. Someone will need to tame the evil within.”

“What happens to the Zora?”

“I can help you restore that poor Zora to his rightful self, if necessary. All I ask is that you get back my precious mask, and we all avoid a truly terrible fate,” he said, suddenly behind you. His eerie grin was so fixed on his face, you half-expected that he was wearing a mask right now. “Deal?”

You clenched your jaw. “Deal.”

“Good, and good luck…”

The writhing mass of tentacles lifted from the ground, weaving itself into a body around the comatose Zora. The mask and its mutated host was twisted beyond recognition, the gloom forming limbs. Where the mask once was had transformed into a chest. The arms grew and deformed into long whips. With a shrill shriek, a head emerged from the mass, its eerie eyes locking in on you. Before you was the demon of legend, Majora’s Wrath.

The monster was deadly quick, lashing at you. Your body moved without thinking, leaping and rolling to safety. You drew the crossbow and took aim at the eye. With an almost silent thwip, the arrow sailed through the air, narrowly missing the monster. “Damn, wish I had a chance to practice with this one first.” You rolled out of the way of the whips again, reloading and trying again.

The whips snagged you, holding you as the monster flung you across the courtyard. You skidded on the ground, narrowly avoiding a fall into the void. The monster cackled as you reloaded the crossbow again, feeling a surge of energy rising within you. This time the arrow struck true, stunning the demon for a brief second. You ran in with your sword, getting in a quick strike before dodging back as it tried to wrap you in its whips. Again, you loaded your crossbow and fired before charging in again, determined to keep Majora on the defensive.

With each swing you felt strength beyond your own. Warmth flowed down your arm, as if another hand closed over yours on the blade, guiding your strikes. At first, you thought it was Link, but then you realized the invisible hand was much larger than his. Your sword began to glow faintly, channeling a forgotten power.

You…

The deep voice nearly made you jump. It sounded like it was in your ear.

You… are…

The rest was cut off as Majora shrieked in agony, its body contorting as it turned into light, before bursting into gloom mist. The mask fell to the ground with a dull thonk, lifeless once more. You ran to the Zora. “What… happened?” He wheezed. Kneeling at his side, you could see he was a regal looking Zora with pale pink scales. “Holy Nayru, are you a fox?”

“It’s complicated. Are you alright?”

He coughed. “I will be. I’m Ralis, you?”

“[Y/n].”

He gave you a wink. “Then I thank you for saving me, from the bottom of my heart.” A blue glow filled his chest before disappearing into the ether like the others.

“Well done, well done!” You turned, half shielding Ralis from the salesman. “Record time might I add, and your Zora friend is none the worse for wear!” He reached down and picked up the mask. “Hmm, yes, the evil is gone once again.”

He turned back to you. “Since there is no need for my end of the bargain, I believe I owe you something of payment.” He held out a package wrapped in old rags. Gloom seemed to seep out from the cracks. You carefully unwrapped it, careful not to let the gloom touch you as dissipated in the Twilight.

“The Fierce Deity Mask?”

“I think it’s fitting, don’t you? Or perhaps you don’t know yet. Isn’t time fun?” He turned to leave but you stopped him.

“Can I really trust you with that mask?” You asked, brandishing your sword.

He merely laughed. “If you have to ask that, you should never have let me pick it up. Now, I must be going, I have a long way to travel still.” Before your eyes, he disappeared, fading into the Twilight. A disembodied voice echoed around you. “Oh, and Prince [Y/n], shouldn’t you be getting home too?”

You could only groan.

Frustration and rage boils within you. Intriguing.

You froze, looking down at the mask. The voice again whispered in your ear as the mask seemed to glow. Slowly, it floated before you. The hollow eyes somehow still piercing you.

You fight bravely and with honor. I understand now why he chose you.

“What?”

You may have freed me from gloom and from that man, but you are not the one I seek. Farewell. We will meet again.

“Wait!” But it was too late, the mask too disappeared. Thinking to where you found the mask in your time, you could only wonder if you accidentally changed the future for the worse.

“Thank the goddesses they’re gone,” Midna muttered, strolling up to you. She looked you and Ralis over briefly, making sure you were both in one piece before relaxing. “My things please?” You, regrettably, returned the crossbow and Twili sword – much to the guard’s happiness. “Now, let’s get you two back to the Light World.”

You frowned. “I thought the Mirror of Twilight was destroyed?”

“It was, and that was for the best. That said, Zelda and I have had ways to speak with each other over the years. Being a queen does have its privileges.”

“Okay… then how are we supposed to get back?”

Midna simply smiled.

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You and Ralis tumbled out of a mirror onto the cold stone floors of Hyrule Castle. Two gasps met you as you tried to stand. You looked down to your hands, happy to see they were back to normal Hylian hands. You then reached back to feel Link’s hair band, still braided into your hair.

“Well, this certainly raises some questions.” You then remembered you had two people watching. You looked up to see an older man peering at you through his spectacles, helping Ralis to his feet. He was dressed formally, though the fashions were very different from the ones of your Hyrule. You half-wondered how Cece would react.

“Ah, so you’re the one Midna mentioned.” You turned to find an older Zelda, standing tall and regal with the scarcest hint of a smile. By your guess, she must have been in her late thirties, well after Zant’s invasion. “I am Queen Zelda XIV, and from what Midna suggested, you are my future successor. That uniform of yours certainly helps seal it.”

“I’m sorry, it’s the only armor I really have right now. It’s better than my torn set.”

“That would be quite unbecoming for our family,” Zelda replied, stifling a laugh as she helped you up. “Shad, would you be so kind as to help our friend? I would like a moment with our new guest.”

The scholar bowed. “Of course, your majesty. I will see to it that King Ralis is escorted safely back to the Domain.”

Before he left, Ralis clasped his hand on your shoulder with a bright smile. “Thank you friend, I and the Zora people owe you a great debt.”

You laughed. “Believe me, your descendant would do the same for me any day of the week.”

As they left, Zelda moved to her desk and took a seat, motioning for you to do the same across from her. Her expression was unreadable. “You have me at a disadvantage.”

Manners aside, you felt it important to be honest. “I am [Y/n] Daltus Hyrule, ma’am.”

“I see. I am glad to hear that you were able to assist Midna in securing the safety of the Twilight Realm.” She poured you a cup of tea. “I hope you don’t mind Ceylon tea?”

“Not at all.” Your posture straightened as you accepted the teacup, a bit surprised how quickly castle etiquette came back to you after all these years. You took a sip, almost instantly feeling your aches and pains soothed.

Zelda savored the tea as well. “This blend is a particular favorite of mine; it’s unique as it uses a pinch of dried mushrooms. It’s a gift from a dear friend from a distant kingdom. You aren’t the only one who has seen other worlds and other times. I should write her a letter…” She seemed lost for a moment before turning back to you. “I apologize, it’s a bit daunting to meet a descendant when… well, I haven’t exactly been interested in anyone.”

“Your majesty, believe me, I understand the awkwardness.”

“Then perhaps an icebreaker. Do you play?” She asked, pulling out an intricately crafted chess set.

“Not for some time I’m afraid, but I used to play with my sister.” Given your military mind and Zelda’s analytical prowess, the matches would often go on for hours.

As the two of you started to play, you explained the situation, and Zelda opened with her pawn. You blocked it as you told her about the Calamity. Zelda would nod, casually moving her bishop. By the time you explained how you found the Gate of Time, her queen was in your back row, moments from locking you in checkmate. “Wow, I can’t believe I fell for that.”

“That’s alright, Shad and I play often, and you did outlast him.” She took another sip of her tea. “I was thinking of giving you something if you won, but I think you’ll need it regardless. Your uniform is very nice, but hardly what I’d call a strong armor.” She stood, walking to a chest in the back of her office, returning with a large bundle. “Perhaps you should try this.”

The armor in question was gold and silver, inlaid with a gemstone in the center of the chest and carved details of the Triforce. Under the plates was a scaled hauberk, partly covered by a tunic, not unlike the Links of the past. However, instead of green, this tunic was wine-red. All of it was topped off by a circlet, serving both as protection and crown. “This armor was designed for a prince,” Zelda said. “Of course, I’m an only child, so think of this as a gift for a future grandson.”

“Thank you.” You held the armor, the sturdy weaving and hefty plates were oddly comforting.

“I should mention,” Zelda added, “this is technically a copy of a different armor the Link of my time has, called the Magic Armor. It isn’t impenetrable like that armor, though I will say that this set doesn’t carry the rather significant drawback that one has. It wouldn’t do for you to run out of protection the second you run out of rupees.”

“No, not at all,” you muttered, considering you rarely carried many rupees if you knew you were headed into a battle. Still, holding this armor, something so regal and nice felt strange after years living in a Hyrule struggling to recover. “Are you sure it’s okay?”

“Of course. If you are to face the Ganondorf of your time, I would want to give you every advantage. Never hesitate to stack the deck in your favor. Even if you must make sacrifices, you have a responsibility to yourself and your people.” She motioned back to the chess set. “I used to think fighting against Zant and Ganondorf was like a chess game. I admit it’s not quite a perfect analogy, but you must consider where to make your gambles and where to make your sacrifices. And,” she said, picking up the king. “If someone was going to give you a few more knights on your side, why would you ever disagree?”

You laughed. “Maybe I shouldn’t play against you anymore.”

“You just need to learn the better way to play,” she said with a smile. “No holding back, but no rushing in blind either. Look at all of your resources, [Y/n]. Which reminds me… I do have one more gift for you.” She took a cloak off her coatrack and draped it over her shoulders. “Come along, the gardens are quite lovely this time of day.”

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Zelda led you to a part of the grounds that was walled off. She pressed in on a brick, and a small secret doorway folded inward. “This way please.” As you followed, you noticed the grounds grew colder and colder. Mist rolled in around you as the doorway closed behind you. This section was poorly maintained and overgrown, despite the trees seeming dead. “This is the old graveyard,” Zelda explained. “It has been sealed to hide one of our greatest secrets. Thankfully, even when he attacked us, Ganondorf never fully understood what was hidden here.”

She stopped before an old grave, marked with the Triforce. Time had long worn away the writing. “This is where I leave you, future grandson.” She smiled softly.

“But what am I supposed to do?”

“Just be patient. He has never let our family down before. I doubt he’ll start now. Good luck.” With that, she left you standing alone in the eerie graveyard.

You waited, half expecting a Poe to leap out at you, but you were alone except for the wind. Some of the stones in the graveyard were notched or carved with holes, reminding you a bit of the odd stones Kass once showed you near Jeddo Bridge. The wind whistled through them, playing different notes. Soon, you realized they were carefully designed to play a song, each stone contributing a different note to each chord. You started to sing along, easily placing it as the Song of Time.

The third time you sang with the stones, you realized your voice was accompanied by an ocarina. The wind shifted, seeming to blow in reverse as a blue glow appeared before you. The light steadily glowed brighter and brighter until a figure emerged from the light before you. He was tall and strong, a seasoned warrior – but the blond hair and blue eyes were unmistakable.

“You’re a hard man to track down.” You stared at this other Link. It was like looking into the future, seeing this thirty-something version of your boyfriend. He had a scar over one eye, and wore a set of armor and chainmail with a heavy broadsword strapped at his waist. Most eye catching was the royal blue ocarina in his hand. “It’s good to see you again, Prince [Y/n].”

“Y-you’re the Hero of Time!”

He grinned. “You’d be surprised how rare it is people notice me right away.”

You looked him over, enjoying the idea of what your Link might look like in a decade or so. “So, I guess this means you ended up finding the Fire Sage?”

“I did. Gotta say, I was pretty disappointed you never came back to visit after. Need to give you this back.” He reached into his pack and pulled out a glass bottle, the same one you used to heal him.

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Honestly, it’s fine if you want to keep it.”

“Suit yourself,” he shrugged. “Can’t imagine anyone willingly give up these things, but maybe that’s just a difference in generations.”

“Sure, grandpa.”

“Hey, I’m not that much older than you, and you were the old one when we first met!” He tried his best to look upset, but a smile cracked through. “Well, if you won’t take the bottle, at least I can help you out a different way.”

“I wouldn’t mind a ride to another time.” Your face fell. “And maybe some advice. You’re the time travel expert.”

He held up the ocarina. “I have been doing this for a bit. I don’t usually get involved in the other Links, but… well, you’re a bit of a special case. Ganondorf has been messing with time itself.”

“Yeah, Link and the Sages turned to stone, and I know Ganondorf is doing everything he can to make himself more powerful in my time. I know if I fix the problems in the past, it’s a step closer to beating him, but trying to figure out which Link will help my Link…” You finished with a groan. “Honestly feels like my brain is going to pop.”  

“I know the feeling,” he said, patting you on the back. “How about we start with the simple stuff first. Just call me Time for now. I think it’ll help with the confusion, not thinking of me as a Link and all.”

“Alright, Time,” you said, “you wouldn’t have any ideas, would you? I don’t suppose it’s as easy as just jumping back in to stop Ganondorf while he’s still mummified?”

He sighed. “No, it doesn’t work like that. My hands are tied in many ways. I can’t change the events of past to stop Ganondorf’s rise to power, in your time or mine. Believe me, I’ve tried.”

“What do you mean? You beat Ganondorf!” Suddenly your head swam. “Wait… did you?”

Time gave you an uneasy smile. “That will be you getting used to the timestream. Ganondorf shattered time in my era, leading to three possible outcomes. Unfortunately, I only win in two of them, which in the long run was a net-win for Ganondorf.”

“Wait, what do you mean you failed? I remember every book I read saying you won?”

“The timestream heals leading to a future filled with anachronisms, the Hyrule you come from. Your Hyrule is an anomaly, but that really isn’t saying much when you look back at our history. I guess in one way, you wouldn’t exist without Ganondorf’s meddling.” He stopped to think for a moment. “Actually yeah, you wouldn’t exist at all, considering your ancestors come from the timeline I failed in.”

“But in the timeline, you succeeded in, you-”

“Let’s keep it simple,” he said, holding up his hand. “Ganondorf shattering time only gave him more chances to gather his strength. Even with the other heroes stopping him, he always got one step closer to his goal, getting the Triforce.”

“And I practically delivered two pieces to him on a silver platter,” you groaned.

Time shrugged. “It wouldn’t be the first time. What worries me more is that all of us in your past only fought incarnations of Ganondorf or Demise – or on occasion another dark wizard. The Ganondorf you face in your time is the source of all evil. That doesn’t mean he’s undefeatable though.” He thought for a moment. “You already found two pieces of the Triforce, so where is the third?”

“I… don’t know. It’s not with my Link. Do you have it?”

“My piece of the Triforce returned to the Sacred Realm. And since that time, the Triforce seems to have been moved somewhere else.” Time frowned. “I haven’t been able to track it at all across any era. At some point or another, the Triforce simply disappeared. Besides, even if I did have it, I couldn’t give it to you, given how often it is needed between our times.”

You thought for a moment, back to your dreams and Sheik’s message. “The answer is nothing but silence.”

“Pardon?”

“It’s what Sheik said… it’s some kind of hint to where the Shadow Temple is in my time. Maybe it has the final piece. Maybe it means the temple is hidden somewhere so far in the past, it’s before Hyrule ever existed?”

“Perhaps,” Time muttered. “Though that does get a bit messy with Demise and Hylia.”

It was as if the puzzle solved itself, jingle and all playing in your head. If anyone would know… “Time, what can you tell me about the cycle?”

“The cycle? That thing Sky and Wild rode in that race?”

“What? And who?”

“Never mind. I’m sure you’ll meet Sky later, and Wild’s what I call your boyfriend.” Fitting. “What do you mean by cycle?”

“The cycle, the whole reincarnation thing. Sahasrahla said it was the cycle of a hero, a princess, and an evil, over and over throughout our history. My friend Sharpe said I have to break it, but I don’t even know how or why. Not only that, when I was in the Era of the Great Sea, it was pretty obvious the cycle doesn’t always work. I’m not sure where any of this goes.”

“Ah, that cycle…” He sat on his gravestone. “Listen, Sahasrahla knows his stuff, but he doesn’t know everything, especially with the Curse of Demise.”

“Curse? But Sharpe called it a cycle?”

“Most people see it as a cycle, a never-ending loop of hero, princess, and darkness, fighting as long as Hyrule exists, but it’s not really accurate to say that.”

“So, what is it?”

“Like I said, it’s a curse, and most of us will tell you the same. Where to start…” Time thought for a moment. “Long ago, before Hyrule, before the Zonai, there was a great war between the forces of Demise and the mortal races. Demise was defeated by the Goddess Hylia who imprisoned him, but at great cost. Hylia gave her life to be reborn in a time when her chosen hero would be strong enough to fight and destroy him forever. You probably know this as the Legend of Skyloft and the First Hero.”

“Yeah, mother used to tell it to me, She said that Hylia rose our people into the sky before being reborn as the first Zelda, and her chosen hero came back to slay Demise.”

“Yes, but when Demise was struck down by the Hero of the Skies, he vowed to return, laying a curse upon the three, starting what Sahasrahla and your friend call the cycle. There would always be three, forever reborn and forced to fight over and over until the end of time itself. Demise just never anticipated there being a greater evil than him – the Demon King of your era.”

“Okay I get that part, what didn’t Sahasrahla understand?”

“First, like you said, the curse isn’t ironclad. There are times when there’s been no hero, and times when Ganondorf didn’t actually bother to bring about a great evil, the evil just managed to worm itself in regardless – like in Hytopia. Second, the curse is really about a legacy instead of true reincarnation. While many times Ganondorf or whoever would return, it was because of your Ganondorf’s meddling. On the other hand, the Link and Zelda were always different. I am not your Link, but he carries my spirit with him, as well as all of the other heroes.”

“And me?”

“You’re not part of the cycle, but I think that’s a good thing. Ganondorf may have forced you – or your past self, Sheik – to reincarnate in the future so that he could have his revenge, but that makes you different. For the entire history of Hyrule, the three have been locked in replaying this curse on and on, three forces forever balanced, unable to overtake the others. And now, here comes you, a new force who has already disrupted balance by carrying two pieces of the Triforce. You’re the fourth force that will destabilize the curse.

“This war is finally going to come to a close soon, and I think you are the deciding factor, Prince [Y/n]. You are the one who stands a chance to break the Curse of Demise and end this forever.” He stood. “My greatest regret was that I could only seal Ganondorf away, and in doing so, the curse continued. The good news is you’re outside the cycle, so you can change time more easily than I can. You’re the only one that can undo what Ganondorf has done, and you’ve already made great headway.”

He was right, three sages were now free, leaving Yunobo, the Master Sword, and Link. Perhaps though, there was someone else you could save. “One step at a time,” you sighed. “If you can pick where to travel in time, can you take me all the way back? Back to the reign of King Rauru and Queen Sonia?”

Time shook his head. “I can’t take you to the Age of the Zonai; you’re too closely tied with the events then. One wrong move and you could be erased from existence. I might, however, be able to take you back to your Hyrule, prior to the Calamity.”

“Heh,” you said. “That was my original target.”

“Then let’s see if I can get you home, your majesty,” Time said, picking up his ocarina.  

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A/N: While he only appeared briefly, I did have to include Shad as a cameo for a fellow Zelda fic writer. If you haven’t had the chance, please check out ShadyScripter’s stories on AO3, which also like to play with time travel in the Zelda universe.

Next time, we travel back to a Hyrule familiar to you and rescue a stranded friend.

[lamemaster]

Thank you! I’m not sure what kind of description your looking for but I’ll give it my best. This is for the ship event. Also I really enjoy your writing it’s always fun to read!

I am an introverted woman who is great at pretending to be an extrovert in public but I get tired of people very quickly. I have a slight anger problem and get snappy (it only happens when I start to feel a little sick not an excuse but that is the most common thing.) To try and fix this I asked my friends and family to call me out on my attitude and stuff so I can better notice it and apologize.

I am mostly a calm personality until I either get really excited and passionate about something (I talk fast and get loud) or I am really anxious and nervous (take a lot of deep breaths and my shift around a lot).

I am sensitive to animals getting hurt I have to hug my animals and squeeze them good if I hear about another animal getting hurt. And I once tried to help a insect feeling really bad for it until I remembered that it’s actually the kind of bug you want to kill. Not a good example but kinda funny on my end.

Lastly I love to read, write and play video games.

I apologize for this being really long.

Reading your post, I felt like we were made from the same prototype lmao (snapping included).

Based on your description, I ship you with the gentle giant of Gondolin,❤️‍🔥 Rog❤️‍🔥.

Introvert with extrovert abilities, bubbly passionate being with a strong (uwu) love for animals, slight temper, sign Rog up.

My cannon Rog is a 'go-with-flow, it's fine, no problem' kinda elf BUT with you, it is not fine. How dare that elf look weird at your elf? Taking a stand for your elf is your birthright and nothing stops you from it ever (Rog thrives in his male wife era).

(Credit to the artist whom couldn't find)

The Lord of the House of the Wrath of Hammer does not believe that love knows no logic.

Every reason, every logic has only ever made him love you greater. You, who is willing to care for injured animals, a trait that deeply resonated with him. It wasn't uncommon to find you cradling some wounded creature in your arms. You seemed like a Maia of Yavanna herself, with the boundless love you had for the flora and fauna of the land.

However, your love wasn't limited to animals and plants alone. You were the life of social gatherings in Gondolin. Your spirited voice had the power to delight anyone fortunate enough to be in your presence.

Rog vividly remembered the first time he met you at one such gathering.

In a grand hall, filled with the entire population of Gondolin celebrating the annual feast, Rog found himself surrounded by other lords. Everyone was reveling in the joy of another new year. You were in the company of Lord Ecthelion, the Lord of the Fountain, but somehow, fate had led you to the same group of elves as Rog.

At that moment, Rog's thoughts didn't linger on your presence. Instead, he felt the overwhelming pressure to fit in, to be a part of the group, and to contribute to the witty conversations that flowed among the lords from the West. He had never felt more out of place. He couldn't help but believe that maybe he truly didn't deserve his lordship. He wasn't like them; his very name meant "monster," setting him apart from the rest.

Throughout the evening, Rog had attempted to interject his thoughts into the conversation several times, but each time his voice was drowned out by the bustling chatter of others.

"I-"

"Glorfindel! Come here, you oaf," someone interrupted him yet again.

Forcing a smile on his face, Rog tried again, "The harvest-"

"Did you see Salagant?" Glorfindel, who had just arrived, whispered excitedly, and once more, Rog's voice was lost in the cacophony.

"What about the harvest, Lord Rog?" a clear voice cut through the noise, and Rog's heart skipped a beat.

There you were, looking at him with the most earnest gaze. In a group that had overlooked him the entire evening, you listened to him with the utmost sincerity.

Maybe that was the reason Rog found himself walking you home that night, talking to you about everything that had gathered in his heart, mind, and soul, finally able to share his thoughts with someone who truly cared to listen.

[hdsc-ace]

Acosmist - Moonknight

II. Jackal

Masterlist Part 1 Rest of my work. Warnings: none.

Lucilla returns to the museum to help Steven for Marc and gets wrapped into Marc's mess.

Most of the day was spent with Lucilla perching in random corners of the museum's displays, watching Marc work. Her mind was spinning with questions for Marc but these are ones she'll never ask the man himself.

However, as the girl made her way through the Egyptian exhibit, a voice called out to her.

"This is pitiful." Ptah states, appearing beside the girl as he glances across the displays. "These are almost all incorrect." Lucilla watched as Ptah's hand reached towards a statue of himself, brushing his hand against the dirt upon the statue's chest.

"I think it's fitting." Lucilla shrugged, her eyes scanning over the inaccurate statue of the familiar god. "It captures your curvature perfectly." She joked before moving across to another display case.

"I'm please that you're amused by this." The god responded, his voice coated in sarcasm.

Lucilla just smiled at Ptah's comment, stopping at a particular display before her. Her eyes were preferring to linger upon a imprint of stone. Once the girl got closer, she pulled her hand up to trace the symbol's outline. It was a weird shape, a cross but a loop accompanying the northern tip.

"Ankh Djed-Pillar." Lucilla recalled, her eyes not leaving the imprint as she pulled her arm up beside it. The girl's sleeve was quick to drop to reveal a similar symbol upon her arm. However unlike the stone's imprint, the one upon Lucilla's was made from scars on her forearm.

The two matched almost exactly.

The Ankh Djed-pillar upon Lucilla's arm wasn't something the girl liked to gaze upon. After years of trying to figure out what the mysterious symbol meant, she only came upon a few meanings.

Two symbols made up the design; the ankh cross and the djed-pillar. The ankh cross displayed eternal life whilst the djed-pillar showcased stability. Two things Lucilla could never have.

When the symbol appeared upon the girl's arm one day, Lucilla was deep within her buisness alongside Ptah. She could never recall when or where the scars appeared on her arm. The only thing Lucilla could figure out about the scar was that they would never go away.

"Excuse me, miss!" A voice interrupted Lucilla's thoughts, causing the girl to quickly bring down her arm as she turned towards the strange man.

He wore Arabic-like clothing but held an American accent. It was highly likely he was a tourist, possibly visiting on a... business trip? Most Americans never wore such items and most Arabians didn't hold an American accent.

However he held a strong soft smile as he approached Lucilla, a cane to support him as he did.

"Hi." The girl greeted back, "Sorry, can I not touch these?" She was quick to point to the stone beside her, there was no denying he didn't see her against it.

"Honestly, I have no idea." The man responded with a small chuckle, "I don't work here but I say as long as there's no damage you should be fine." He took a step closer.

"I couldn't help but notice the print on your arm." A small gesture to Lucilla's wrist accompanied the man's comment, the exact one that the pillar rested upon.

"The pillar." Lucilla responded, gesturing to the pillar behind her with a shrug. Her hands instantly fell to secure the called sleeve around her wrist to prevent it from lifting.

The man responded in a nod. His eyes reading the imprint behind the girl before talking again, "Do you know what it means?"

"No," Lucilla forced a laugh. "I got it at some party, we were all drunk and-"

"Strange thing to have at a party." The man stated, both of his hand now rested upon his cane as he interrupted Lucilla's lie. "Especially when most people state that it's Osiris's backbone."

Lucilla only nodded, curiously watching the man as he walked to stand beside her. His eyes were locked onto the display beside the young girl.

"Or if you're like me; it's a hieroglyph of Stability." The man added, "I guess that's why it's Osiris's backbone. It's where the body gets the most stability." He was quick to turn to Lucilla as he spoke before turning back to the display case.

"The cross is Eternal life." Lucilla stated, her hand pulled up her own sleeve before brushing her hand across the cross of the pillar. "I know that much. The rest is a mystery."

Lucilla couldn't help but take a glance at the man's own wrist; a set of scales was imprinted upon his forearm. A symbol that could possibly mean an action having an equal and opposite reaction to follow on. Newton's third law.

"Well, it's a benefit that you're in a museum." The man smiled.

"Yeah.." Lucilla shrugged, knowing that the symbol isn't the reason she came to this museum. However being here could be a benefit to her instead of being one to Layla.

It didn't take long for the man to leave Lucilla in a world of her own. The words he spoke were nice but odd shivers were sent up her spine from him. He creeped her out.

The next couple of hours, Lucilla spent wandering around the museum until it closed. When it did, she hid until she could search for Marc.

Staying until the museum closed wasn't the plan Lucilla had in mind however as Marc didn't leave the museum until late and the girl needed answers, it soon became the plan.

"Having fun?" Lucilla called out the question as Marc was left alone in the gift shop. She was quick to waltz over to the man as he held a confused look.

"What are you doing here?" Marc questioned, placing his scanner onto the counter so he could talk to Lucilla. "The museum is closed." He continued to hold the same British accent, like he was a completely different person.

"I never got the answers I need." Responded Lucilla. A small smile was placed on her lips as she pushed herself to sit on the counter that Marc was scanning plushies at.

"You used to love this sort of stuff." The girl stated, eyes flickering above her to the glass roof. Stars were barely breaking through the clouds.

"We always snuck into places when we were younger." Lucilla added after a moment, in hopes of getting something different out of her brother. "Not as expensive as this but we still had fine." She shrugged before glancing at Marc once more.

"I still have no clue what you're going on about." Marc responded, making a quick move to return to his task.

"You really don't remember a thing about me?" The girl's tone quickly dipped as she watched her brother. He really was a different person now, there was no trace of Marc in him.

"Steven." Lucilla called out, gaining no response in return. She didn't even get an single glance in her direction.

"Steven." She called again, jumping off the counter to face Marc fully in attempts of gaining his attention.

She didn't move; she stood like a statue. All she wanted was answers to the questions she had from Layla's phone call but with the new questions forming from this.

"What do you remember?" Lucilla enquired, scanning Marc for any differences to how he was in the past. There were many; his posture was a lot more slumped; his hair lacked gel, falling loosely to the side of his head; he wore a British accent.

A lot could happen after not seeing someone for numerous years but this was Marc Spector and through knowing the man Lucilla could safely say that Marc Spector did not change. He doesn't change at all, no matter the subject of change.

But that still didn't answer why he kept insisting that he didn't know anything after telling the girl to stop following him and go home. Maybe it was his way of getting Lucilla to leave.

She watched as Marc stumbled across his words in attempt of answering but before anything allegeable could form, the museum lights slowly began to turn off; even the gift shop's. Each sector turned off individually, only leaving the lights highlighting the artifacts.

Lucilla was quick to scan across the dark sectors around them in a cautious manor as Marc quickly put away the stuff he was scanning. He was quick to return to silence; speaking no word to Lucilla as he began to leave.

The girl was about to make her way towards her brother as a small whimper echoed in the distance, causing both Spectors to pause in the place. Marc's gaze flickered to Lucilla (who wore the same confused face as him) before glancing at the cleaners entering the room. They were clearly unfazed by the noise, almost as if they didn't hear it.

"You allow pets in here?" Lucilla questioned, making eye contact with Marc to only receive a small shake of his head.

The siblings were quick to begin to search for the noise's origin. Marc called out random names of people that he knew, hoping it was a form of a prank, before calling out to the animal itself.

"Behind."Ptah's voice stated faintly. Lucilla quickly listened, turning around to watch the area behind her. Marc continued to walk on, still calling out to the creature as it's whimpers formed into growls.

"That's reassuring." Lucilla muttered at the change in noise. Marc's calls to the animal grew quieter as the girl began to travel in the opposite direction to him, the exact direction of which the growls grew louder. Definitely not friendly.

Lucilla was quick to soften her steps as the creature continued to grow in volume with the closer she got. The girl was quick to brush her left palm against her thigh as she walked, a small dagger forming into her hand as she did so.

After following the noise, it just stopped. Out of blue. This caused Lucilla to halt in walk and instead begin scanning her surroundings in the very dark display room. It was near impossible to see around her, making it near impossible for Lucilla to predict the creature's next move.

"Steven Grant of the Gift Shop." A voice echoed around the building through the PA system. A familiar voice which was quite similar to the man Lucilla spoke to hours before. "Give me the scarab and you won't be torn apart."

"Scarab?" The girl questioned in a tone that was above a whisper. What would a mercenary need with a scarab?

It was a lie to say that Lucilla was shocked in what Marc had gotten himself into. The man was a mercenary for many years and always got himself into trouble. There wasn't a day where he did something beneficial for anyone and there wasn't a day where he didn't have trouble chasing after him.

The girl's head quickly snapped towards a loud growl that echoed in the distance of the museum. That was enough for the girl to take of sprinting towards the noise. Her hand was tightly gripped against the small dagger.

Before Lucilla ever saw a glimpse of light, a large figure threw her against a wall with a large form. Her back slammed into the nearby wall, knocking the wind out of her lungs as well as throwing the dagger out of her hand.

The large strength pinned the girl against the wall in a position that stopped almost all movement. However it's claw slowly righted around Lucilla's body.

Lucilla's eyes flickered against the useless wooden objected on the floor, quite a few feet away, and the creature limiting her movements.

There was no mistaking the creature for anything but a Jackal. It was definitely not the cute German Shepard-like canine but it was more of the undead more deadly looking kind. It was clearly hard to miss the different when it's face was centimetres from your own.

Marc's screams echoed through the empty halls as Lucilla struggled against the Jackal's grasp. The girl continued to struggle as she manage to release her arm into the empty space beside her. It wasn't a lot however the area allowed for a sharp wooden object to form on her open hand.

Once Lucilla gained a tight grip upon the object, she slammed it down hard into the Jackal's arm. This caused the creature to pull back in pain, allowing for Lucilla to fall to the ground.

The girl didn't waste any time to take off down the corridor as the Jackal regained itself, running in hopes of reaching Marc instead of the Jackal reaching her.

As she ran, familiar fabric wrapped around her body. All in hopes of avoiding the brutal attack of a Jackal or two. The fabric wrapped around Lucilla's chest to her elbows, leaving for a small metal band to wind around them alongside bits of twigs twisted around it. The fabric travelled down to her ankles and up her neck with the occasional twist and turn of wood around a limb or two. It continued to travel until all that reach the girl's face was only twig. The wood wrapped and knotted around Lucilla's face, covering the space around her eyes.

"Leave, Lucilla." Ptah called out, his voice remained calm as he spoke after providing the girl with his gift. "He will be fine."  The god wanted Lucilla to fend for herself; or that's what Lucilla convinced herself of what Ptah meant.

"I can't leave him." The girl fought back, ignoring Ptah's wishes of turning the other way. Instead, Lucilla skidded to a stop at a couple tipped over shelves.

"Trust me." Ptah called out but his voice was very faint to Lucilla. She didn't know why; she didn't care why. All Lucilla cared about was finding Marc but instead the problem increased.

I was until a Jackal cried with the accompany of a sink barging open the bathroom's door, nearly hitting Lucilla.

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Anthony's Stupid Daily Blog (1092): Tue 25th Mar 2025

I decided to risk going for a run for possibly the first time this year. I stopped going for runs last year after I started pinching nerves in my lower back and was limping for three days as a result. However I felt I had to attempt to do some sort of exercise this year and to my amazement I managed to get through the whole thing unharmed. This is huge for me. Me being able to go for a thirty minute run and not pulling a muscle or trapping a nerve is like Stephen Hawking winning Strictly Come Dancing. I spent most of the day sat in the back yard with the dog listening to music. I can not stress how happy I am that the cold weather has once again fucked off. As soon as I’ve got all the travel based stuff crossed off my bucket list I’m going to start going to Gran Canaria for a week in December, January and February each year so that after every three weeks of freezing cold Hell I’ll be able to go ti a nice Sunny beach and warm my toes up. I set off for improv at five and as I was standing on the train platform they were playing classical music over the speakers and I think I read a while ago that this was to deter antisocial behaviour. I don’t know if it works because Hitler was massively into classical music so the argument could be made that this genre of music brings the violence out of you. Maybe Hitler was playing a Wagner composition backwards and there was a subliminal message in there telling him to fuck shit up and make the world his bitch. I’d like to make a record so that I could put a subliminal message in it but then I’d also put another subliminal message inside the subliminal message and then put another subliminal message…you get the drift. If a brawl broke out on the station while there was classical music playing it would just look like something out of A Clockwork Orange. I was sat next to this girl who was wearing a Def Leppard shirt and some leopard print tights. I wonder if the clothes on her legs always match the T-shirt she’s wearing. If that’s the case then if she ever wears a Kanye West shirt she’ll have to go out naked from the waist down. In tonight’s class one of our warm ups was to swap chairs but we had to ask politely in the style of a child but for some reason my child’s voice always came out like Michael Jackson. The theme of the night was “status” and the exercise we had to do tonight was to mingle at a social gathering while acting low status and then high status. I was really struggling with this as I just couldn’t think of anything to say and everyone else was really good at this game. Still shivering at the idea of having to do a scene of my own in front of everyone but we’ll cross that bridge if I don’t throw myself off it to avoid having to do my own scene. After the class we all went across the road to the pub for a few drinks and got to meet the guys from the level two class which was lots of fun. It was cool getting to hear stories from the guys who had done our class before us and all the weird scenes they’d performed since joining. One of the guys in the level two class told us that they do “Would You Rather?” / “What would it take for you to…?” style questions and his most infamous example was when he asked what it would take for his classmates to jump in a swimming pool full of cum. My main concern in this scenario would be whether there would just be cum in this pool or would their still be chlorine because that stuff stings like a bitch and the smell really lingers. Plus I’d be worried about Katie Price not sticking to her lane in the swimming pool of cum and having to constantly swim out of her way. I massively lost track of time tonight because I only intended to stay for a quick drink but ended up stopping out for two hours. I missed my last train so had to get a bus all the way back to Sunderland town centre and then drive my car back from the multi storey car park. By the time I got home it was almost two AM but I didn’t mind. Today was a good day, definitely the one to beat for the rest of the year.