#I FORGOT HIS GREEN TAIL SOBS

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Some Heroes Have Fur & a Tail

Chapter 3: You're Perfect The Way You Are

cw: short moment with bullies, panic, anger, swear words. I hope that's it, let me know if I accidentally forgot something. words: 2464

“Of course you are a real ghoul. What makes you think you’re not when with County?” Cirrus looks at him with soft eyes “Did someone tell you this?” She asks and when he nods she feels her anger rise inside of her. or Phantom runs into some mean siblings which results in lots of feelings with every ghoul

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In the two months Phantom’s topside things have gotten better. Phantom has started to be a bit more chatty, Dewdrop and him are closer and he’s playing guitar better than Aether if he has to believe everyone else's words. 

Phantom starts learning to walk around the Abbey alone in week 2. 

It goes well, Phantom would walk wherever he needed with Count Flapula tightly in his arm. His stuffie giving him the comfort and safe feeling he needs… that is until one morning, 7 weeks after he’s summoned. 

While walking to his first task of the day, he overhears a few brothers of sin laughing and catches them saying his name while walking past them.

“Can you believe the new ghoul needs a stuffie to walk around everywhere?” the first brother says as he watches Phantom.

“I don’t think he’s a real one? Aren’t ghouls supposed to be strong and fearless?” 

“Don’t think he is, it’s just childish.”

Phantom whimpers when he looks down at his bat. He’s a ghoul… he’s strong and fearless… right? He’s not childish… is he?

While he continues walking he starts looking around at the rest of the siblings and whenever he sees them look at him it looks like they’re talking about him while laughing at him, they’re not but his head screams that they are.

He can’t stop hearing the words of the brothers and he doesn’t understand it when he suddenly feels like he can’t breathe. Why he feels sick, his body aches. Why he feels shaky, his mouth feels dry and there’s this feeling of dread falling over him like a weighted blanket. 

He tries his best but it doesn’t go away all morning. If anything it only gets worse and at one point he feels like he’s stuck in this feeling. Everything in him screams to hide away in his room but he can’t get himself to move, he’s frozen in place. 

During lunch he slowly calms down when he’s with the pack. Jumping lightly when he feels an arm being wrapped around him, he looks over to see Mountain’s kind moss-green eyes.

“You okay? You seem a little… spaced out” Mountain smiles gently, trying to hide his worry.

“D-do you think i’m strong?” Phantom groans quietly, that’s not what he wanted to ask. Why can’t he just answer yes or no? Why did he have to ask that and bother Mountain with it? Why isn’t he strong enough to keep it t-

“Of course you’re strong… I think you’re the strongest ghoul I’ve ever met” Mountain says, pulling Phantom from his thoughts. The giant means every word of it. He had heard a little from Aether, the things the younger quint had gone through in the pit and there was no doubt in the earth ghoul’s mind that Phantom is the strongest ghoul he would ever meet. 

All Phantom could do is nod as an answer, his thoughts making it hard to believe Mountain even though he wants to. Deciding to just save his energy instead of forcing an answer out, he stays quiet the rest of the lunch, leaning into the giant to try and calm down more.

The calmness doesn’t last long. While everyone leaves, he moves to grab his bat, but finds out it isn’t with him anymore. 

Black spots form in his vision as panic starts taking over right away. He tries to remember where he last saw Count Flapula but the panic makes it impossible to think straight. 

His breathing picks up and it starts getting harder for him to stay standing. Dropping to the ground, he lets out a sob as he tugs on his hair while he curls up. Losing his bat when things are already hard, his safety, pushes him right into a meltdown.

That’s how Rain finds him, curled up in the middle of the dinning hall, unglamoured and broken sobs leaving the quint’s lips. For a moment he freezes, having never seen Phantom this way and not sure what to do.

Quickly Rain jumps into action when another sob leaves Phantom, ordering one of the siblings to get Aether as he rushes to the quint’s side. 

Getting on his knees next to him, Rain places his hand on Phantom’s shoulder. He hopes it would calm Phantom down, show him he’s not alone, but the water ghoul forgets about the fact that Phantom hates getting touched. 

Letting out a hiss when Phantom’s claws come in contact with his arms, he quickly pulls away “shit, Tommy… It’s okay, i-it’s me… Rain. Just wanna help…” Rain bites his lip as he looks over towards the door.

“What the hell is taking so long?” he mumbles, the minutes feeling like hours as he waits helplessly for Aether. 

A few minutes later Aether hurries through the door, pushing his quintessence over Phantom right away to try and calm his younger brother down. 

“What happened?” He asks Rain as he gently taps Phantom’s knee 6 times, his way of letting his brother know he’s there when Phantom’s too far in his head.

“I’m not sure… Copia asked me to look for Phantom when he wasn’t at band practise and I found him like this” Rain says quietly as he notices Phantom wiggle his pinky finger just before Aether pulls Phantom into his arms and holding him tight.

Aether looks up at Rain as he purrs quietly, the vibration helping Phantom calm down as well “Can you grab Count?” he looks down when he hears Phantom whine softly.

“yeah…” Rain looks around for the bat and frowns when he can’t find it “It’s not here, I’ll go find it. Do you need me to bring the back up bat first?” he asks.

“please… It’s on my nightstand.”

When Aether meets Phantom’s eyes after a few more minutes, he smiles a bit “Rain is looking for Count Flapula… I know it’s not the same but he brought you Mystic for now” 

“W-we go?” Phantom whispers as he clings to the black bat. 

“Of course… “ Aether helps Phantom up and together they quietly walk back to the den where they spend the rest of the day in Aether’s room. 

The next morning Phantom walks in the common room with Count Flapula tightly in his arms, more relaxed now that his bat is safely back. 

He sits quietly between Swiss and Aether as he eats a bit of his breakfast, playing with it mostly because he was too exhausted from the day before. 

Swiss looks at him worried, “Are you okay Ant?” He whispers and all he gets as an answer is a small nod. 

When it’s time to head out he brings his bat back to his room before he heads out, getting worried looks from Cirrus and Mountain when they see him leave without his stuffed animal.

A few minutes later Cirrus follows after Phantom, everything in her telling her something is wrong and how right she is.

As she walks into the hallway towards the infirmary she’s hit by the sickly sweet scent of cotton candy seconds before she hears siblings tell someone to ‘get out of the way’.

Picking up her speed she hurries over “Get away from him!” the normally calm ghoulette growls as soon as realises they’re talking to Phantom. 

When she finds him, her heart breaks. He’s crouched down, covering his ears as big fat tears fall down his face. She notices how hard he’s shaking as she kneels down in front of him.

“It’s me… Cirrus” She starts, not wanting to scare him more.

“I’m gonna take you back to the den okay?” Cirrus gently taps Phantom on the knee like Aether explained to them all last night. 

She gently grabs his elbows to help him up after she notices the pinky finger wiggling. She wraps her arm around the quint and starts leading him back to the den, letting out growls as a warning to the siblings in their way. 

Once back in the den she takes a seat with Phantom on the couch and gently rubs his back “You’re okay Dazzle… Can you look at me?” 

Phantom slowly lifts his eyes to meet Cirrus’, her aura calming him down slowly. 

“There you are…” She smiles softly. Without thinking Phantom throws himself at her and hugs her tightly, something about her just made the quint feel safe and protected.

Cirrus takes out her phone and texts Mountain, asking him if he could get Phantom’s bat and a few minutes later he walks out with it, quietly handing it to her with worried eyes.

Lightly, Cirrus squeezes Mountain’s hand to tell him she’s got it handled and knowing she'll fill them all in later, Mountain walks back out.

It stays quiet for a while, Cirrus giving Phantom the time to calm down. She watches the quint as she lightly rubs his back while with the other hand, she lightly plays with his hair. 

“Do you want to try and go out again?” She asks quietly when he’s calm and is met with a whimper and a harsh shake of his head.

“Not even with Count Flapula?” She smiles small as he brings the bat up to his face. 

“N-No… I can’t take him anymore…I’m a real ghoul” He says quietly, just as Aether and Swiss walk in. 

They’d both heard from Mountain that something is wrong with Phantom and had to see for themselves if everything’s okay. They stay back though when both ghouls hear him talk to Cirrus, not wanting him to stop sharing what’s on his mind. 

“Of course you are a real ghoul. What makes you think you’re not when with County?” Cirrus looks at him with soft eyes “Did someone tell you this?” She asks and when he nods she feels her anger rise inside of her. 

“Oh dazzle… You are a real ghoul.”

“N-Nobody else needs a stuffie…” Phantom whispers “They’re right, I’m not strong enough to be a ghoul” He looks behind Cirrus when he hears two low growls and is met with the angry eyes from his brother and Swiss.

“Fuck them Ant,” Swiss walks over, eyes getting softer. “They don’t see the things you’re fighting against every day. They don’t know shit, should just keep their mouth shut because you, Tommy, are the strongest ghoul the Abbey has ever had.” 

Swiss sits next to Phantom and gently takes his hand “You’re also the smartest, most talented ghoul. Papa told me that he’s never known a ghoul that could learn the songs that easily.” 

The multi ghoul stays quiet as he notices Phantom getting overwhelmed “We’re so proud of you,” He whispers after a while.

After a bit of silence, Phantom leans into Swiss “Thank you Swissy,” he whispers and hugs his bat tighter to him as he looks at Cirrus “Thank you Nubis,” he whispers.

Just when Cirrus wanted to say something after a while, the door opens and in walks Dew and Aurora “There you all are! We’ve been waiting for you, band practice started 20 minutes ago,” Aurora says as she walks over, taking a seat next to Cirrus. 

“What happened?” She asks when she finally reads the room, noticing the way Phantom is clinging to Swiss and his bat and the way the quint still looks upset “Who’s ass do I have to kick?” she asks, making a small giggle escape Phantom’s lips. 

“Nobody, you know Imperator wants us to behave” Aether says softly as he gets up, the thought has crossed his mind. Nobody hurts his little brother.

“Let’s go before Papa comes to get you all himself,” he chuckles and watches everyone get up. When Phantom goes to lay Count Flapula on the couch he is stopped by Cirrus. “Take him with you,” she smiles.

Biting his lip as he looks down at his bat, he can’t stop the comments from the brothers the day before to start playing in his head again.

His breathing starts picking up as he gets stuck in the thoughts and everything he’s been feeling ever since that moment. Suddenly there’s a calmness falling over him and after another moment he opens his eyes, which he had apparently closed when he got stuck, and he’s met with Aether’s warm lavender eyes. 

“Astral, hey, try and stay here,” he says softly “We’re all walking with you and won’t let anyone get to you okay?” Aether says softly as he wipes some tears from his younger brother’s cheeks. 

Taking a deep breath with his brothers help, Phantom nods “O-Okay” he whispers, taking Aether’s hand. 

What nobody knows is that Aether saw the brothers in Phantom’s head when he had to pull him out. He knew who hurt his little brother and let's just say that he had plans. 

Walking through the Abbey towards the practice room, Phantom feels safe. He walks between Swiss and Aether, Who both walk so close to the quint that they keep bumping into him. Normally Phantom would hate this but right now, with the anxiety bubbling up inside of him, it keeps him grounded. 

walking in front of Phantom, are Cirrus and Aurora, holding hands as they make sure nobody accidentally touches Phantom. Whenever someone turns to look at them they show their teeth, making the siblings quickly look away.

Behind Phantom walks Dewdrop, who himself doesn’t like big crowds so he’s happy he get’s to walk behind. He makes sure nobody comes close from behind. 

As they’re walking Phantom keeps his eyes on the floor, trying to block all the noise out, acting like he isn’t there. That is until he hears the voices of the three brothers that he ran into the day before. 

Aether looks at Phantom when the scent of cotton candy catches his nose and finds him staring. Following his gaze he finds the brothers looking at Phantom with a smirk.

“moth-” He starts in anger,about to go after them but he calms down a little when he feels a smaller, warm hand on his shoulder.

“Now is not the time Aster” Dewdrop whispers “Think about Phantom, let's get him to Papa.” 

Taking a deep breath Aether nods and squeezes Phantom’s hand a little tighter. He lets out a toothy snarl at the brothers and as soon as the rest of the pack catches on what and why it’s happening they join him. 

Phantom hears the pack at the same time that he feels 5 tails wrap around his arms and legs, and watches the three brothers hurry away with fear written all over their face. 

A warm feeling washes over him. It wasn’t from Dew, it is the realization that, for the first time in years, he really is loved and protected by a pack, his pack. 

[nixtwix]

Oc revamp...again

y'know what I'd on't think imma have a cohesive design for this character yet so imma just post her recent concepts and whichever y'all like, cool I might go with it who knows. mighty make a proper version of the classic sketch I was going for.

oh yeah, and this sketch of her in a dress I made during the angle mission in sonic speed simulator.

now for about her: nix is relatively the same, tired, cautious toward travelers and towns folk, has healing powers along with speed and stealth.

now for the small additions: after the scar from forces, nix is blind in her left eye she barely see's anything through it. so unlike her classic Varient, she can't really tree jump or speed throught the forest, as well as she used to. and relies heavily on her hearing abilities, her right eye, and he memory of the forest. she not only has a strength in blow darts but also in potion making and thanks to tails, tinkering. she uses spare parts from defeated badniks,or abandoned bases to make prosthetic legs, or if a critter is terribly wounded, they use the badnik husk to maneuver and in a way survive, kind of like an iron man suite or wheelchair. of course she has to check it in with tails to make sure it doesn't get overwritten by eggman, and she has to repaint them fully so no one accidentally breaks the badnik husk being controlled by the animal. her speed: like before, she can catch up with sonic, however due to her eye and being stuck somewhat prisoner during forces, she's very out of tune with her own body, and is more likely to trip and fall. also she has problems spin dashing and curling into a ball to attack, feeling more dizzy as she does it, so sticks to attacking from afar, or using her Environment's to an advantage especially in high up places (thanks to Ray teaching her that little trick so that she can't just blow darts while hidden, she can maneuver if she needs to.) she can slightly heal just fine though, and thanks to her jade wisp friend, she's able to go through walls to get to patients faster if there's an emergency. her Chao: Ghost Chao: White and purple, name: Binx. Personality: skittish,shy, startled easily. but wants to help where they can. likes: nix,nature,mysteries, helping Dislikes: light, unknown travelers, loud noises. abilities: to posses badniks/scramble technology, bioluminescence. (the ball on its head lights like a candle, so any light that isn't his own scares him.) Mochi chao: a white,pink and green Chao with a yellow floating ball. she's a bit older, leaning towards hero, and keeps things in line, while learning to bake. (which causes a lot of messes in the cafe) she's sweet, playful, but determined. Snips: a dark omochao. found while nix was rummaging through a crashed egg fleet for parts when she found it, thinking if binx could posses it. however it overrode systems. kicking binx out, and caused a giant ruckus, to were nix has to put a pumpkin on its head to calm it down. its the most hostile of the Chao, but very protective, biting any foreigners, scaring critters away, and sometimes teasing binx. as for the design from A-2 thats probably going to be when she's older, or she wears it on a different time, while A-4 might be closer to her riders design. so yeah :) (also with the SSS event, I found it awesome how the whole map of autumn forest was exactly how I imagined it. and the way the waterfalls were designed just of my goodness. and the camp was so cute! playing it kinda helped flesh out how nix would be if a situation like a badnik ambush arose and I just...it was awesome, I wish I could complete it it was so fun.)

Hold on I forgot her first concept

I cried formatting it like the sonic origins character references {Edit} TRIED, TRIED! I TRIED Formatting it like the Sonic origins character references you get in the art book! My brother lent the book to me so I could learn to draw sonic I swear there was no crying sobbing or tears involved. the only thing close to that was getting irritated because I couldn't draw her spines right or keep them symmetrical when I added ink to the reference.

[storydays]

Murder Family

(3rd POV))

"I was a good person before it all went down. I was good my entire life." A woman's voice said lowly.

*Flashback*

A school bell echoed in the are as a pale hand opened the curtains to reveal sunshine and singing birds before the hand wrote on a chalkboard in swirly cursive.

"Good morning!" chirped a blonde woman with a cheerful twirl. "I hope you all did your homework."

A boy was spun into the corner with a dunce hat into the corner as the rest of the children bounced in time with music.

"We love to do our homework and we love our teacher too!" "And when I throw these fun questions, you should know just what to do!" sand the teacher." Okay!" crowed the children.

"2+6 is....?" "8!" "And good behavior is...?" "Great!" "And it's now that part of class when we say the time of day and date." hummed the teacher, tapping her foot in tune.

"It's 9:00 in the morning!" a boy belted out.

"On January 8th!" shrugged a girl.

"The sun is all shining!" a girl with a pink bow in her hair called.

"It's your husband's birthday!" yelled the raspy voice of the kid in the dunce cap.

The class continued to sing, "La-la-la", ignoring the fact that their teacher now wasn't singing but instead was frozen.

She'd drawn the chalk so far, it was almost gone.

She sweat dropped nervously as realization dawned upon her. She turned to the class with clear distress. "Oh my stars! Stop singing children, hush up now!" The children looked at her in confusion as she leaned against her desk, with a hand to her head.

"I forgot it's my husband's birthday. I didn't get him anything special!"

"Maybe if we call him, we could do a happy birthday surprise!" the pink bowed girl perked up, smiling brightly.

*With the teacher's husband.*

Moans and panting filled the air as the occupants continued their activities. They ignored the ringing of the computer but an unused condom hit the answer button on the screen, giving the class a view of what was happening.

The blonde woman's eyes darkened as she stood up and started to leave the room, ignoring the noises coming from the computer.

"Wait! Mrs Mayberry, remember what you taught us? Think before you act." The girl with the pink bow said firmly, grabbing Mrs Mayberry's hand.

Mrs Mayberry grabbed the girl by her throat, choking her slightly before throwing her into the air. The remaining children gasped, watching with wide eyes as their teacher drove off angrily, and they rushed to the computer.

"Okay..oh shit!" Mr Mayberry gasped, seeing his wife appear suddenly. "Sweetie, what are you doing here?"

"Shut up, Gerald!" she snapped, pulling out a chainsaw and attacking the other woman. "You scream like a bitch." scowled Mrs Mayberry. The children flinched as a gunshot echoed in their ears.

"Oh, God. What have you done? She had a family!" Gerald yelled. "We could've had a family!" sobbed Mrs Mayberry. Ignoring her husband's pleas, she shot him.

"Oh, dear God. What have I done?" gasped the green eyed woman, wiping the blood off the screen, revealing her slightly manic look. "In front of you all? I'm so sorry, my children! Don't forget to work on your times tables." she sobbed for the last time, before shooting herself.

One by one, the children fainted in shock.

*Down in Hell*

"You do everything right in life, play by all the rules and still get sent down here with all the Hitlers and Epsteins of the world, after one measly massacre propelled by blind rage." Mrs Mayberry paced back and forth, as two imps sat in the office, both looking extremely bored.

One was sitting on the desk, legs crossed, and tablet in his hands, tail slowly waving in the air. This was (Y/N), and he was I.M.P.'s intel guy, looking up who exactly their targets were, and was also in charge of I.M.P's social media and finances.

Behind him, sat another imp, legs up on the desk, as his tail lazily waved behind him. This was Blitzo, the boss of I.M.P and he was also (Y/N)'s uncle.

"So that's why I'm here." sighed Mrs Mayberry, now in her demon form, a cigarette in her hand. "To get my revenge."

"I mean, was she hotter?" asked Blitzo with a smirk.

Mayberry's eye twitched in annoyance.

"I'm just saying, I had a hard time understanding the unprompted melodrama, you just spat at me tits."

The demoness growled, as she started glowing red in irritation. "What my idiot uncle means to say is, I don't think you quite understand how we operate down here. See, we take revenge on the living, and it sounds like th--"

"The core cast of your sitcom are all frankly are probably down here in Hell with you. Boop!" Blitzo poked Mayberry's nose, making her growl again.

"Not all of them. That whore survived. Now they all call her a hero."

*On Earth*

In the hospital, the cheating whore laid in her bed, covered in bandages, her hair and eye peeking out. "How does it feel to have survive such a crazy bitch?" asked one of the many reporters.

"I just hope that sick woman finally found peace." Her thick Southern accent was heavy as she bowed her head solemnly. "You are so brave! Here's two million dollars!" the reporter from earlier pulled out a check out of nowhere.

"Oh, thank you!" she smiled sweetly.

"Between the talk shows and donation bullshit, she made so much Goddamn cash. Getting shot was the best thing that happened to her!" scoffed Mayberry.

"You're a hero!" called a reporter, taking pictures as she stood at a podium.

"You're a hero, girl!" a jogger exclaimed, running with the cheater.

"My mama's a hero." the redhead boy chirped at the grocery lady. "She is a hero!" agreed the cashier.

"You're a hero!" grunted her husband as they had sex in the late hours.

"You're a hero!" praised an elderly priest as they prayed together.

"You're a hero!" cheered Mrs Mayberry's old students as she came into teach 'How to Deal With Trauma 101.'

"Oh, you're a hero!" groaned a rando as he gave her anal.

*Back in Hell*

"SHE IS NOT A HEROOOOOO!!!!!" screamed Mayberry as she slammed her fists into Blitzo's desk, eyes glowing as she glared at Blitzo and (Y/N).

Nephew and Uncle looked at each other in fear before Blitzo nodded in agreement, hand rapidly pressing a button underneath his desk. "Mmhm, yeah, my thoughts exactly..."

*Outside of Blitzo's office*

On a desk, a red flashing could be seen over a label, 'Deranged client.' Surrounding it,there were various buttons, 'Soiled My Pants, More Coffee, Horny Client, Client Giving Birth, Ghost, and Stolas.'

Ignoring the red button, stood a white haired imp, who was holding a crossbow, and shakily aiming at a photo.

"Moxxie ,stop shaking. You're gonan shoot out only hellhound." scolded a female black haired imp, as she gestured to a gray furred hellhound.

"Wow, I feel so loved here." she replied sarcastically, scrolling through her phone.

"Just take a deep breath," the female imp inhaled deeply, "And let it out." she exhaled sharply.

"But it's a family!" exclaimed Moxxie. "Under what circumstances would we ever need to kill a human family, Millie?"

"I mean, if that's what the client wants." shrugged Millie. "Maybe like a shitty dad, or a mob family, that's understandable," he narrowed his eyes and made a gestured with his hand and spoke with an Italian accent, before turning to normal.

"But to erradicate an entire innocent, seemingly innocent, in this instance, upper middle class family bloodline?!"

"Hey! You don't know they're innocent!" snapped the hellhound, sitting up and pointing at each individual person in the family. "This kid probably sets dogs on fire. Maybe this girl gets off bulling Australian kids online, and this guy, this guy definitely watches." She narrowed her eyes at the dad in the photo.

"Exactly. Humans are full of secret nasties. It's why so many of them end up here. But guilt and innocent aren't our business, Mox. Killing who we're paid to is our business. Choose a target." Millie kissed her husband's cheek.

"I just think it's a bit excessive, and we could be a bit more selective is all. " Moxxie sighed before leaning down to shoot again.

"GUYS, I want you to meet..." Blitzo kicked the door open, to reveal Mayberry, Blitzo and (Y/N) coming out the office, and startling Moxxie who fired in fright.

Everyone watched as the arrow fly all around the room, destroying a computer, the picture the hellhound was still holding and hitting a fish tank making it wobble.

The arrow continued to fly, aiming towards Mrs Mayberry when Blitzo caught it with one hand, eyes close.

"Nice catch." commented (Y/N), nodding in slight awe. "Our newest client." Blitzo said nervously, just as the fish tank fell to the ground, the electric eels and broken computer mixing, and setting the office on fire.

"Damn it Moxxie! I just bought those eels!" "Damn it, do you know how expensive those were, fatass!!" Blitzo and (Y/N) screamed angrily in unison.

*Outside*

The I.M.P. team watched as fire imps came and took the eels after putting the fire out. "Safe travels, ma'am. And don't worry, we'll get that skank in less than 24 hours or your first kill is free!" (Y/N) winked at Mrs Mayberry, activating his succubus power a bit, making the purple demon blush slightly, before the cab drove off.

"When did we start implementing that deal?" asked Moxxie.

"When you set fire to my office in front of a client, you FUCKING DIPSHIT!" Blitzo snapped, before throwing Moxxie away from him. "Now someone please tell me that fancy book is still intact!"

"You mean....our only ticket to the other side? Yeah, got it." The hellhound smirked, holding up a purple book. "That's why you're my favorite, Loonie. You get a tweat now." Blitzo smirked holding up a dog treat.

"Ew, stop." groaned the demoness. Blitzo shrugged and threw the treat up before grabbing it with his tongue like a frog.

(Y/N) gagged at the action. "You're so gross!" Loona and (Y/N) looked at their family member in disgust. Millie drew a pentagram on a nearby wall, making a portal open. "Oh, stop it. I get enough of that from my therapist." "Loona rolled her eyes before disappearing.

"Now let's go lick some ass!" exclaimed Blitzo excitedly as (Y/N) walked through the portal, eyes stuck on his tablet. "It's kick some ass...Blitzo." Millie smiled at her boss, shooting some finger guns at the older imp.

"Mine's better." Blitzo protested as he and Millie jumped through. "Oh, fuck." groaned Moxxie, following the others.

*In the human world, outside of the cheating whore's house*

"Hmm, nice digs." (Y/N) hummed, leading the way towards their target. "Her name is Martha and she's blonde with brown eyes. Says here, she's a mother of two and a wife to Ralph. Tf kind of basic names are these? Get creative, fuckers." (Y/N) muttered to himself in annoyance as he looked at the target's profile.

"She's here. Oh, this is too easy." chuckled Blitzo looking into the family's window. "Moxxie, you want this one?"

"Me?" Moxxie asked in geniune surprise.

"Yeah, this one's simple enough for you to handle," Moxxie looked into the window with a grin before his face fell in disbelief. "Just a happy mother who just got out of the hospital.." Moxxie winced, before Blitzo shrugged.

"You snooze, you lose, Mox." He aimed carefully at Martha as she looked up with doe eyes. "I got you, bitch!" "Wait, are we actually killing a family?" stressed Moxxie.

"No, don't be a puss. We're just killing a mother." Blitzo soothed. "Yeah, we're ruining a family." corrected (Y/N) from where he and Millie were playing Connect Four on his tablet, waiting for this bullshit to be over.

A sudden text from someone named Sweet Cream appeared, with all sorts of filthy emotions. Quickly followed by an, "I can't wait for you to come home so I can (censored) (censored).."

"Ooooohhhhhhh, who's Sweet Cream?" Millie teased, wagging her eyebrows. "Oh, uh, well, that's my girlfriend." (Y/N) smiled softly, cheeks a little red. "OH! Our resident pretty boy has a giirrrrrllllllfriend!!!!!!" "Millllllliiiiiiieeeeeeeee....." whined (Y/N).

*in the house

"But....Hol-Hold on, hold on. Let's just think about this...." Moxxie protested, shoving Blitzo's aim, making the older imp miss the target. The family inside gasped in alarm. "What was that, Ralphie?" Martha asked, worriedly.

"I don't know, Martha," he grinned evilly before pulling out a gun but they're gonna be tomorrow's dinner."

Martha set their dinner down, and pulled out a gun and glass of wine. She downed it before smiling just as evilly as he husband. "Alright kids, guns out!"

The family's eyes all turned red as the kids pulled guns out of thin air.

*With the imps*

Moxxie panted anxiously as Blitzo glared at him. "What the fuck was that, Moxxie?" He demanded. Moxxie burped in anxiety. "I'm sorry, they just seemed so wholesome and happy. I panicked."

"Oh, who the fuck is innocent, Moxxie? From the moment you're already a parasite leeching off your mama's tits, get the fuck over yourself, you baby dick prude!" The older screamed as he was shot in his arm. "A new hole! Scatter!"

Millie, (Y/N) and Blitzo jumped out of the bushes and disappered. The window exploded and Martha and Ralph ran out after the three. Once they were out of sight, Moxxie peeked out hesitently, and tried to make his escape, when his tail was suddenly grabbed.

*With Millie*

Millie flipped around to dodge Ralph's shots and flipped into the lake. "Where you'd go little critter? Y'all can't hide long from me!"

The black haired imp's eyes glowed as she popped under the deck, with a knife in her mouth, before jumping up to attack. Ralph tried to hit her, but missed until Millie jumped to stab him from above, leaving herself wide open for the human to smash his beer bottle against her head.

Millie weakly lifted her knife before collapsing back on her back, watching as the sky darkened to a blood red and Ralph hovering over her with a creepy smile.

*With Moxxie*

Moxxie shook himself awake, gasping seeing the two young children staring at him with wide grins and mencing red eyes. "Oh, well, hello little ones. Aren't you cute?" Moxxie cooed, trying to defuse the situation.

"It's nice to have a new critter to play with." The children spoke, the boy speaking seconds after his sister. Moxxie pursed his lips at their actions before looking around and seeing blood spatter around the room and an array human skin and organs being used as furniture.

"Ohhhh, crumbs."

*With Blitzo and (Y/N)*

The taller imps continued to run through the red forest, dodging Martha's shots. Blitzo paused to catch his breath, while (Y/N) took to the trees, to try and get the upper hand over the human pair. "I know you're hurtin', little devil!"

Blitzo hid behind a tree where (Y/N) was perched on a low branch, panting heavily. "I could make that pain go away, real quick! Just let Mama Martha put a bullet in your pretty little skull!" Martha cooed.

The two sighed in relief as she passed them, only to jump when Blitzo's phone went off, screaming like he was being murdered. "What the fuck? You didn't turn your phone on 'do no disturb'?" hissed (Y/N) as he hung upside down by his tail.

"Damn it, how do I fucking do it?" snapped Blitzo, before answering his phone. "Stolas, this is a really bad time!" "Of course, it's your fucking booty call." (Y/N) rolled his eyes, making Blitzo flick him off.

*With Stolas*

A lanky bird demon slid into his bathtub, deeper into the bubbles. "Mmm, when isn't it a bad time, Blitzy?"

"What is it?"

"I've been meaning to follow up on our last little conversation, regarding my Grimoire." Stolas lifted a finger to a bubble that revealed Blitzo looking angrily at his phone. "What did you just call me?"

"My book, Blitzy. The book I was given to do my job? That I've allowed you to use to do yours?"

*With the I.M.P.s*

"Move!" (Y/N) dropped from the tree and pulled his uncle away from the tree, just in time for Martha to shoot the spot where Blitzo just was. "I can hear you, darlin'!" she called. "Shit!" hissed Blitzo as they continued to run further away.

"Anywhoo, I've been thinking, you know I've been permitting you to access the mortal realm less than legally for some time now, but I do need it back to fufill my duties. I was thinking what if we worked out some sort of exchange? Favors for favors. Doesn't that sound enticing?" Stolas said seductively.

"Stop using your fancy-ass rich people talk, okay? I'm trying to concentrate on net getting fucked in my A!" Blitzo growled as (Y/N) took his gun, Quick Fix, and started firing back.

"Then let me keep it simple: Once a month, on the full moon, you return the book to me, followed by a night of passionate fornication, aaaaaannnd you get to keep the book all the rest of the time, hmm? Sound fair, my little imp?" Stolas popped his lips on the 'p', blushing at the thought of Blitzo absolutely destroying him.

"Fine, whatever!" Blitzo agreed, watching as (Y/N) climbed the tree again, firing into the forest, hoping he sees the blonde bimbo. "Oh, Blitzo! I'm so excited! I cannot wait to feel your slimey (censored), inside of my (censored.)..." Blitzo and (Y/N) looked at the phone in disbelief before looking at each other.

"Don't look at me, that's your hoe." (Y/N) cringed as Stolas continued to talk dirty. Blitzo grunted as he was suddenly pushed against the tree, Martha's gun digging into his throat, phone falling out of his hand. "Gotcha! So you're a little devil, huh? Come to drag me and my kin to Hell? Well, not today, Satan! Gonna send y'all back to where ya came from!" Martha grinned evilly.

Blitzo shook his head at his nephew, telling him not to move. "Fuck." Muttered (Y/N) as he turned to jump in the trees, following them closely.

*With Moxxie*

Moxxie struggled in his binds before a light and church bell in the distance echoed. "Millie!" He gasped, struggling harder. Seeing the girl, holding a knife, Moxxie narrowed his eyes.

He pushed his hooves on the table, giving him momentum to fall back on the girl. Briefly wrestling with her, he got the knife, threw his chair at the window, grabbed a rifle from one of the kids, and took off running towards his friends.

*With Blitzo and Millie and (Y/N)*

(Y/N) watched on a hidden tree branch, as the two humans tied up Blitzo and Millie to a wooden pole. Ralph laughed evilly as he started to pour gasoline on the wood surrounding the two. "I had that shot, goddamn it, Moxxie!" Blitzo grumbled.

"Satan, we return your filthy creatures back to the pits of Hell!" Martha screamed, blonde hair now wild in her manic state. "May the root of evil remain honored as we continue thy work!" With that final statement, she threw her torch onto the wood, watching it grow quickly.

(Y/N) laughed to himself, stood up and brought out his gun and reloading it. 'Humans and their silly rituals.' he thought, feeling amused at this whole thing.

His uncle felt the same as he replied sarcastically. "Yeah, that's not exactly how it works, lady. Sorry, your fire really doesn't hurt us, but you know I could fake it if that'll get your dick hard." Millie and (Y/N) continued to giggle to themselves as Blitzo motioned his tail in a jerking off motion.

"Oh, shit." Martha muttered before grinning again, holding up her gun. "Well, I'll just shoot you in your smart ass mouth." "That would be more effective." Blitzo smirked.

"Blitzo!" Millie and (Y/N) scolded in unison, the latter face palming at his uncle's idiotic nonsense.

Martha loaded her gun, and the tied up imps winced in anticipation. Martha yelped as two gun shots ran in the air.

Blitzo and Millie opened their eyes to see Martha had lost an eye, and was also shot through her heart. Her body collapsed to reveal Moxxie and (Y/N) with guns in their hands.

"Moxxie!" Millie smiled as her husband ran over to untie them. (Y/N) walked over to Martha to ensure she was dead. I mean, the bitch survived a chainsaw and a gun shot wound before. Her heart stopped beating and she laid motionless. (Y/N) took his tablet out and took a picture of the dead body before turning to help untie his uncle.

"You're not getting your goddamn paycheck for this one, Moxxie. (Y/N), you're good as always." The younger imp rolled his eyes. "Of course I am. You forget I'm in charge of our finances, so I pay myself."

(Y/N) watched as Blitzo fell to the floor, while Millie and Moxxie embraced each other. Ralph quickly fled the scene, tripping over Martha's body as he went.

"Oh, yeah! I'm fine!" grumbled the red and white imp. Moxxie rushed over to help him up. "I'm sorry, sir. I compromised our objective and put us in harm's way. It won't happen again, I promise." Moxxie apologized.

"Apology accepted!" Blitzo pulled Moxxie into a hug, before whispering lowly, "But if you ever pull a stunt like this again, I will fuck you and make (Y/N) fuck your wife." Moxxie looked at his boss, weirded out.

"All righty! Job well done, now let's get off!" Blitzo shouted, digging through his jacket. "Oh yeah, eh, give me a moment. I need to get something I left at the house."

"Okay, fine, but hurry up. Loona, we're ready to come home, dear!" He shouted into his second phone.

*With Moxxie*

Moxxie ran through the forest with a riffle in hands. He ran past Blitzo's old phone, on speaker, with Stolas still using vulgar language. "(Censored, censored, censored.)"

At the house, Ralph pulled his kids close, kissing his daughter's head.

"Don't move." Moxxie ordered. "What are you gonna do, little guy?" Ralph chuckled. "I should. You people are monsters! But you should have a chance at life and a purpose. Look at your children. They have their whole future ahead of them. You are going to face your crimes justly. I will call your Earthly authorities and they will make sure you are dealt with fairly. I'm handling this my way." Moxxie nodded in approvement.

He clicked a button on a remote and turned the TV on. Hearing the TV playing in the background, he huffed. "Oh, shit. Um, do you have a phone to summon 911?"

"Yeah, it's in the kitchen." Ralph pointed towards the kitchen with his thumb. "Then what is this for?"

"It's a universal remote. Got it for the kids." Ralph smiled lovingly at his children who smilied happily back. "Awww....." Moxxie smiled, eyes softening.

*Back with everyone else*

"Come on, (Y/N)! What's your girlfriend's nameeeeeeee?" Millie whined, shaking (Y/N)'s shoulders. He laughed before shaking her back, "You have to guesssssssss." "What you have a girlfriend? How come I didn't know this (Y/N)?! I thought we were friends." Loona huffed, from the other side of the portal.

"Is she hot?" Blitzo asked. (Y/N) raised an eyebrow and looked him up and down. "Hotter than that piece of bird ass that's chasing after you." Blitzo stumbled over his words before sticking his middle finger up. "Fuck you, nephew!" He exclaimed. Millie giggled at their interaction as Moxxie approached.

"There he is. Have a good wank-off session, Moxxie?" Blitzo asked. "Excuse me?" he raised an eyebrow.

"Look, I don't care where you cum in the living world. Just come to your job on time. Alright? See you in the office!" Blitzo smiled cheerfully before hoping into the portal, (Y/N) hopping in after him, fingers typing back as he replied to his girlfriend.

Millie cupped Moxxie's cheek. "You doing okay, sweetie?" "Better now, honey. I think I just needed a minute to process." Moxxie nodded. "You have a good heart, honey. Just a fluffy head." Millie kissed Moxxie before hopping into the portal. Moxxie went to follow when a siren caught his attention.

He turned towards the house to see multiple cops appearing at the cannibals house. "We got you surrounded!" yelled a cop through a megaphone. With that final statement, they fired a rocket at the house, killing the family instantly.

Moxxie watch wide-eyed, and looked down at the teddy bear that the girl was holding earlier. Blitzo grabbed Moxxie by his neck and dragged him through the portal.

*Back at I.M.P.*

The crew gathered around the table, wearing party hats and holding cake in their hand. Blitzo's arm was now in wrapped up and in a sling, courtesy of (Y/N)'s handiwork.

"Well, here's to another mission accomplished! And Moxxie finally learned not to fuck up." Blitzo grinned. "And killing people isn't that big of a deal if they try to kill you back." Millie nodded.

"That's messed up," Mrs Mayberry frowned, before smiling, "But I paid for it." Everyone except Moxxie started laughing.

"Fuck that family."

*At the end of the work day*

(Y/N) sighed loudly as he flopped back onto his couch. "Fucking psychos. I need a blunt." He grumbled, digging into his bag and pulling out a lighter.

Turning his lighter on, he inhaled deeply and let the smoke sit in his lungs. Exhaling slowly, he sunk into the couch, and turned on the TV just as his apartment door opened. "Hey, sweetness." he called, lazily waving his hand in the air.

"Hey, baby." called a velvet voice. A pink skinned demoness leaned over the couch to smile down at (Y/N). "How's my beautiful Verosika?" He asked as she sat down next to him, throwing her long legs over his lap. He took her heels off and started massaging his feet as she inhaled the blunt.

"Better, now that I'm home with Hell's sexiest assassin." They continued to pass the blunt back and forth when (Y/N)'s stomach growled loudly. "Ha, sounds like you had a long day. Take out?"

"More like I'm gonna eat you out." (Y/N) mumbled, getting between her legs. "Chinese sound good after?"

"Yes, whatever you want, princess. But can I please eat you out now?" He begged, pressing a kiss to her thigh. Verosika giggled, leaning back.

"Yes, Daddy."

[maviescafe]

So this round of Myths are going to upgrade the depression because now we will see the LIs dealing with the loss of MC!

As for Battle it's interesting that the lunar pair is green (Lemonette we have to discuss a few things!) wasn't expecting a new weapon but this "avaible after resonance skill" is giving me chills because if there is more to the battle it means we will have more stress.

He seems way more mature, I wonder how long have passed since the Sea of God because if this is the Revival of the sea god ...

This is beautiful and heartbreaking but a few things made me curious. He doesn't have a name? And why is it called the Black Sea (or Bleach Sea is another thing? Is the Sea turned black because Rafa is imprisoned?

The people forgot him, he is imprisioned/sealed but there is a new prophecy but the Tome, perhaps because she reincarnates? Who could have sealed him? These storms that he summons... The reference is clear but it makes me think that he controls the weather and not only Fire as we see. The body painting is different but it seems like a tail and a fire in his belly button.

The way she uses their vow to make him reclaim his heart... Yeah, we are in for a lot of tears.

So this MC was trained to be a ruler and she knows the song of the ritual? 🤔

(I'm not comparing but the final made me think about Tiduna and I sobbed even more)

[crimsonblackrose]

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Demetri sneaking into the dojo going oh man I'm glad you're not Johnny he's a little evil and unhinged. But who he gets is Kreese. Which btw, Kreese, pretty sure no one officially made you a sensei yet. Which means, and I didn't notice this before Kreese, not an actual teacher, punches Demetri, a prospective student, in the face and never tells Johnny.

Demetri I have this thing about personal space which the other cobras are just going to have to get over.

Also demetri: Immediately goes up to a strange man and puts his hand on his arm and tells him why his tattoo is wrong.

I was trying to figure out how Kreese got away with punching Demetri who complains and tells everyone about everything, but technically I guess Demetri (in Kreese's defense to a rigged jury) could say Demetri invaded his space first.

Demetri Kreese isn't even wearing a gi. You literally walked up to a big buff guy with a tattoo. This is one of the dumbest things you've done. Along with determining Johnny, who pulled his punch and didn't actually hit you was worse then Kreese who does actually hit you.

At least Demetri high tails it out of there. He's like the canary in the coal mine, Johnny didn't kick him out just sort of tried to get him to stop undermining him by showing that Johnny could kick all their asses but pulled his moves so he didn't actually do it. So demetri sort of hung around tentatively. But Kreese shows up and Demetri literally runs out of there saying 'shit shit shit' which means Cobra Kai is no longer safe. The safety of your local karate dojo is based on how much it can handle Demetri. If it can't handle Demetri then it's no longer safe for students and needs to be audited.

Robby being very smart. Defense when's championships but people show up for the offense/blood.

Sam: says plot of episode, Robby agrees it's a good idea. Demetri somewhere sobbing.

Sam calls it a banana boat.

Daniel is fixing cars not teaching karate.

Daniel's first job selling cars was a used car lot in Tarzana where the owner thought he was 'god's gift to sales.' Daniel outsold him in his first month using Miyagi techniques.

Johnny has a red metal tool box, Daniel's is sort of a steel green.

See I'd write down all of Kreese's military stories but he admits later that he lied about most of it. But he is trying to win over the students with his stories while Johnny isn't in. And he's still in civilian clothes so he's not a sensei yet, still just hanging around. I do appreciate though how it shows Aisha and Eli hanging on his every word while Miguel is like this doesn't sound right. Because it shows that Eli picks Kreese over Johnny while Miguel stays with Johnny.

I forgot that the storage room was part of Johnny's space not the owners. He just didn't need it so he didn't ask for it to be cleaned out. It's been 6 months since the rent was raised via Daniel's revenge plot....which oh boy a lot has happened in 6 months. Also he's raising it again? Oof

Theres back doors from the storage room that go outside.

Johnny has bad credit, thus the handshake deal.

Miguel out here fact checking Kreese's geography. Which surprise's me none of the other kids are since they're all nerds. They do at least fact check their senseis most of the time, but thankfully the one it's safe to do so with, Johnny.

Johnny learning that he has to specify how they 'fall in' in neat rows and lines because of that first time he got more students.

Gingertwins being actual siblings....

I forgot stingray was in this group and Johnny does say he's a bit old for a class for teens. I do think maybe if he got more adults he'd make a class for adults, because he does keep Stingray due to money of course. His mom doesn't charge him rent so he has cash to burn.

Tory!!!!!!!!

Aisha is delighted.

Little miss hot shot.

She strikes first with a kick to his chest. Which just I think delights Miguel. Plus he's teaching while they're sparring (so proud of Miggy) Close the gap, you're telegraphing, don't let me see it coming.

"Tory with a y" I guess means she's supposed to be the Ali for the teen group like how Miggy's introduction was supposed to be Daniel-esq.

Daniel (I don't know your middle name) LaRusso, what the heck?! THE BANANA BOAT DOESN'T HAVE SEATBELTS?!

At first I was like why isn't Robby wearing a seatbelt before realizing there are no seat belts. I get that we love this car but putting your students in it? Really?

Daniel: Not cool enough to get the kids so I'll appeal to the parents at the beach to be concerned about their students safety.

Which okay, I get it. Daniel's been the sounding alarm on Cobra Kai since the 80s and he's probably thinking the way Hawk hit robby and then Miguel hit robby that up next somewhere in the group is a Mike Barnes and that it's only a matter of time before Silver shows up (fair).

But from the outside and the actual truth and facts: it looks like Johnny took a bunch of nerds and kids that were being bullied, trained them, gave them confidence, took them to the all-valley where they won and then let them show off at the all-valley everything they learned which included a girl kicking ass. Like...Kreese punching Demetri should be the true sounding alarm but Daniel doesn't have that information. Kreese being a bad influence and warning the parents like hey if he's actually teaching your kids pull your kid out, because he tried to kill the current sensei and did xyz. But Johnny? Daniel doesn't have a win against Johnny because so far, again, pranks: dick on billboard and upstaging him at valley fest.

And yes Hawk and Miguel were bad. Not only did they beat up Robby at the all-valley, but you gotta realize all the parents were there and they saw that for themselves. But also Miguel did hit Sam which will of course be a mark against him in everyone's book, but it was also an accident.

Oaks on the Beach country club. So I guess Encino Oaks has multiple locations for members?

So clearly Daniel decided early on that he'd meet Amanda here since she's already here, but didn't tell the kids. He's essentially kidnapped Robby again. He was supposed to be just teaching Robby karate and then just put him in a car and didn't tell him the plan or what they were doing other than going to the beach. Daniel, you gotta stop kidnapping Robby.

Jack Durocher parent of kids at the school. from a later scene the kids name is Kevin. I don't remember which kid this is. Apparently he's always on his phone which means maybe he's not a cobra kai student?

Robby's resume: Oaks on the Beach Country Club, LaRusso Auto, Tech company stealing computers. For a 16 year old he's had a lot of jobs. How very Catch me if you can of him. (book anyway I haven't read the movie so I don't know if it's the same but essentially this guy lies about his age starting young and just keeps grifting on people)

So either Robby lied about his age or Encino Oaks hires 15 year olds.

Sam and Aisha being not on good terms again is interesting. Pride and Prejudice has taken over the teen route now. Aisha complains about Sam to Tory and Tory is now team Aisha.

A guy at the mall grabbed Tory, and after meeting her landlord, her bracelet as protection is very real and very sad.

Tory has taken kickboxing lessons

She literally joined because of Aisha's performance at the All-Valley.

Ngl this comes off in the most flirty tone ever. Or sarcastic. But based off friendship we're going with flirty.

Lol Aisha says she poked little holes in the blindfolds, which makes sense since they had even less time to practice that then Robby and Sam had to practice theirs.

Aggravated assault is a year in prison and a 10,000fine according to demetri for his punch. Honestly everyone in this show is lucky no one presses charges on anything.

It also makes me wonder if Demetri mentioned that it was Kreese not Johnny and if he just thinks that makes Kreese cooler. Demetri apparently got stitches in his nose from Kreese's punch.

Okay so Demetri did tell Eli that it was Kreese who hit him because Eli tells Miguel that Demetri couldn't handle training with Kreese, and just marks it off as not cobra kai material not, random dude whose been at our dojo assaulted my friend.

I am proud that Miguel actually tells Johnny his concerns that Demtri got roughed up by Kreese and that his stories don't match up. I.e. Kreese is hitting students when you're not around and lying.

Aisha want to go to the beach? Reality: country club.

What I am realizing is that Daniel is going after rich parents rather than general parents. And Johnny's dojo is open for whoever wanders in. Which Daniel's arguably is too, but he's targeting a very specific sect of the population which is kind of his own anti-thesis even if these are the people he knows.

So Aisha and Sam are fighting because of the valley fest, a friendship since 3rd grade. A friendship Sam didn't defend when everyone was bullying Aisha and Aisha didn't really defend back...Robby here with the go talk to her. (I don't know why Aisha is mad about it, they clearly won the Valley fest upsurping. I guess because Sam's dad is making targeted campaigns at Aisha's dojo? Which is the dojo that taught her confidence and gave her friends after her only friend abandoned her to bullies. Ah, right. Snakes in the grass, the very Tom Cole advertisement campaign. Btw did Johnny's return shot kicking a bonsai actually get sent to the internet?

I think that would hurt, your best friend abandoned you, you still think her dad's cool but then the dojo you're in he starts calling snakes in a grass and trying to usurp which makes it feel like the dad you were defending also hates you all of a sudden without knowing any context.

Aisha takes the last piece of pretzel bread.

Marshall is the name of the manager at this club and he recognizes Robby.

Again I love Amanda. She shuts down Marshall very firmly then sits with Robby to listen to what he has to say. So far I think she's really the only clear headed listening character we've got.

Kreese out here threatening people over the phone, threatening war and to burn the place down. He says he's at the Universal City Sheraton.

Johnny's keys are different. The lucky rabbit's foot is new. He used to have some firebird logo which I guess was for his firebird. Though even before he got the dojo he's had a lot of keys around. It's also not to safe for him to just keep his keys lying around, pretty sure at any moment Kreese could've made a duplicate.

Daniel's drinking a Cornoa

Aisha's mom is named Sandra

I love that Sandra filmed it, such a proud mom. Which again goes to prove that they got permission and told people they were doing it.

Tory swiped a bottle of Vodka and Sam immediately tells her she shouldn't have done so. Which as Aisha's guest, Aisha should've probably done that.

There's no way Kreese doesn't know Johnny's following him. He's in a custom cobra kai car. It's like trying to tail someone in an oscar myer winer mobile.

Daniel's sad little "Are you my mr. miyagi?" walk to the tune of that little duck looking for it's mother.

Sam gave up on Aisha because of Tory...who she doesn't know, after a halfway decent conversation. A girl who wants to drink and party, the same way Yasmine and Moon always did? The same Yasmine who hit a car and then never told anyone about it (Yes Johnny popping up out of nowhere was probably terrifying but still)

It is on Sam to immediately blame Aisha's new friend on her mother's wallet going missing. Yes she lifted a vodka and made a crack about stealing the silverware, but she didn't say anything about stealing anything from specific people. Maybe that's too nuanced, but I feel like Tory would steal from a rich place rather than individuals. And she stole a vodka and then they left to drink, why would she then try to steal from a bag? LIke two places at once?

Sam immediatly goes for Tory's bag and tries to grab it and Tory defends herself and looks horrified that Sam fell into the food tray.

That was totally an accident.

Aisha is still mvp for checking on sam and then when sam spits back venom tells her she shouldn't have accused her of something like that.

Johnny you're car isn't even quiet, and how'd you follow Kreese from this angle as he's walking towards you from the other end of the building.

West Hunter Street (perfect name for a place Kreese is staying) Baptist church

That's a look Robby. I'm pretty sure your dad has a sweater in those colors. Also the checkboard emo/goth/punk pants with the beachy shirt look. Looks like their hiding spot is under the stairs to the beach.

Robby ready to film on a moments notice. He's been so ready for a fight to film all day.

I always remember that Robby doesn't win the fight, I always forget a third random person pops up with a paddle and hits him upside the back of the head.

John's roommate broke the lock off his footlocker. I never know how much of Kreese's life is truth and how much isn't. Like he's faked his own death twice, he lies about serving after the Vietnam war, whose to say he actually is living here? Because there's no way mr. everyone is an enemy you can never drop your guard didn't notice Johnny's terrible tailing job.

Father and son getting in choke holds. Johnny would've taught Robby how to escape that first thing.

Daniel meanwhile skips the stairs and jumps off side to get there. Which, btw, is now Daniel fighting a bunch of teenagers to save a kid in trouble just like Johnny did first thing in season 1 and Daniel and the police took Kyler's side in that case. Difference, there were more teenagers harassing Miguel and Kyler and his dudes didn't have a knife.

I'm surprised with Daniel's knee he could do that drop, but I guess...the injury fully healed?

Trey to Johnny: sarcastic-mean but then shuts up when Johnny snaps back at him. Trey to Daniel: Grandpa. ...So does Trey think Daniel is older than Johnny? Also he totally knew previously that Daniel was the karate guy, so why would he be like yes let me fight Daniel?

Daniel: come on lets go

What about all the stolen wallets? What about Robby's phone? It doesn't show them grabbing any of them. Also did anyone see to Robby's head wound?

Kreese's decor is a picture of himself (not sure if the flag and cross are his or if it's just american church mainstays)

oh he has a cork board can't read any of it though looks like an old signed pin up

An old war buddy offered him a job but he felt it was a hand out. So that must've been silver maybe after tkk3 Silver offered him a job at Dynatox?

Kreese says for the last 10 years he's been living in places like this, so not necessarily this church.

Kreese: I heard about the all-valley and thought there was my second shot...you mean your third shot? He also conveniently left out that he did travel and go to Tahiti (that is where Silver sent him right?) he just downplayed that to go straight into the army psychiatrists said I couldn't re-enlist and I went here and there rather than accept any help until now. "I feel like a broken man Johnny. I don't think i can be fixed."

True. You're still a scheming snake, but you also picked exactly the right way to get Johnny to let you coach.

You gotta do things my way, does that work for you?

Johnny you gotta stop doing handshake deals, no one lives up to them. Every handshake deal you've done gets betrayed.

That sure is a way to hold a hand after a hand shake. It's weird Kreese, very weird. Gives off friendly grandpa atmosphere and very touched rescued old man, whose grateful (But doesn't accept handouts,) yet at the same time like you're going to try and break Johnny's wrist.

Johnny looks so confused and unsure how to handle comforting Kreese. But he goes for the pat on the back.

lol is that Kreese's footlocker? How'd the guy break in? Like what are you hiding in there Kreese?

Sam and Miguel parallel over trying to get through to someone and being left ignored/on read.

Looks like it's a new day and Robby's head still hurts. Did they ever take him to the doctor? Or we just skipping that because Daniel and Amanda are not legal guardians and would have to explain that they do know where to find Johnny but Daniel refuses to tell Johnny.

Robby: this video could go viral and we could get more students. Daniel changing his mind again: Miyagi-do is protecting yourself and others not for the credit. We let those who need us find us.

Demetri shows up and immediatly points out how confusing it is to figure out where to go and how to get their attention. Through the gate, the doorbell? And the immedatily : How much does it cost to maintain a koi pond in California's drought.

It is at this point that Johnny gives Kreese the title sensei. Which he never should've done, but he's all hear for giving people another chance. Which is very sweet, but then everyone tramples all over it and generally doesn't give him one.

Miguel are you sure? (good kid) Johnny: I'm helping my sensei whose down and out and Demetri makes a mountain out of a molehill so that fight was probably nothing right? Gotta help support our homeless veterans how we can. Not realizing said veteran is going to usurp him. Kreese also immediatly tells them all his plan, that you make your enemy think you're retreating and that's when you strike the hardest. Which Hawk loves and Miguel goes uhhhh sensei you're a little gullible, this guy is going to steal your dojo. We are all in danger.

[thistledown-au-warriors]

black leopard's grief - part 1

< Part 1 || Index || Part 3 >

The sound of splashing water broke Black Leopard out of her daze. As if she suddenly had her spirit placed back into her body, she stumbled to a stop before her paws touched the slippery wooden surface of the twoleg bridge. She blinked, taking in her surroundings like a kit whose eyes opened the first time, overwhelmed as rational thought trickled back into her mind. 

The river that separated ThunderClan from RiverClan stretched in front of her - a hard boundary for thick woodland dwellers, save for sparse sets of stepping stones and the decaying bridge twolegs had built seasons ago. Unless, of course, you could swim. As all RiverClan warriors did. Now that she'd taken in her surroundings, Black Leopard became aware of how close to the border she was. After quickly scanning the area with her senses, she sighed and retreated to a secluded spot by the undergrowth where she could watch the stream that split from the river. She'd found herself at this spot several times in her life, as if it called to her whenever she felt isolated from her Clan - even if she was the one isolating herself now. She wasn't the first mother to lose kits, but not many mothers were the kit of a dead elder and a leader turned kittypet and whose kit was accused of treason by his own uncle.

With a snarl, she swiped at the ferns with outstretched claws and started tearing out the leaves from the center. Rather than leaving it uneven, she plucked out the leaves with meticulous precision, trying to pour all of her thoughts and feelings into the task. Trying not to sob. Trying to not lose herself to her anger. Trying not to imagine Tiger's Claw or Frost Shine as the fern.

With her tail and claws, she tossed the mess she'd made out into the stream, proceeding to tear at another piece of fern with even more focus this time. The scent of moisture and sap slowly clouded her senses, and she quickly forgot to pay attention to the border. She didn't notice the rustle and splash as a figure walked up to her.

"Black Leopard? Is that you?"

The molly arched her back, hissing at the origin of the voice that startled her. Immediately, as she recognized the tom in front of her, her ears flattened further, and she cursed at StarClan. Loud Belly of RiverClan, brown tabby fur dripping with water from the river up to his chest, stood with tail raised and hackles smooth. His green eyes stared at her not with the aggression of a rival warrior, but with surprise and concern. Such a familiar green.

With a sigh and a flick of her tail, Black Leopard looked away, forcing her pelt to smooth. "You startled me." She growled.

"I can see that." Loud Belly replied. "I thought I caught your scent, then thought someone was fighting…" he trailed off, lowering his gaze to the ferns by her paws.

Black Leopard shifted her weight. She didn't want to see him, of all cats. Not now. And not like this. It would have been better if a whole patrol of angry RiverClan warriors had come to confront her, than the one warrior who wouldn't fight her. "It's just me. Are you alone?"

He nodded. "My hunting patrol is further downstream, and they're looking for land prey." His expression went warmer. "How are you, Black Leopard?"

She sniffed. "You can see how." The black molly padded closer to him, trying to seem dignified. She regarded him with a suspicious expression, catching sight of his ribs beneath his sodden pelt. "You look hungry." She stated flatly, trying not to get caught up on how much his eyes were like Raven Shadow's.

Loud Belly chuckled half-heartedly. "I thought you wouldn't go for such an easy joke with me…"

She sighed impatiently. "You thought correctly. I do not have a sense of humor, or the patience to pretend I do." Her tail lashed. "You're simply looking like you're having skinny meals. Have the twolegs not left your territory yet?"

Loud Belly had told her before that twolegs had the strange habit to set up dens in RiverClan land for the warmest part of greenleaf. It didn't happen every season-cycle, and their numbers always varied. They'd steal fish and scare away prey, not to mention their kits would try to grab any warriors they laid their eyes on. The thought always made her skin crawl. Having the twolegplace and thunderpaths at their borders was bad enough.

The RiverClan tom's smile faded. "They did. They made a mess of our land, and of the river. And we… we weren't able to get Sedge Whisker back."

Relaxing her stance, Black Leopard gave him a sympathetic look. Sedge Whisker was his littermate. Last Gathering, before Broken Tail made his outrageous claims, Loud Belly whispered to her that his sister had been captured by the twolegs while on patrol. "I'm sorry." She muttered to him. At least she's alive for them to turn into a kittypet. She'll never know hunger again, and will live to be able to return to you someday. Black Leopard turned to groom the fur on her back so the other cat couldn't see the ugly expression she was beginning to make.

Loud Belly took that moment to groom out the water from his own pelt. The silence that she'd once enjoyed sharing was now very uncomfortable to Black Leopard. She needed to be alone, not meet with the father of her kits.

"How are Dusty Earth and Raven Shadow, by the way?" Loud Belly meowed at least, nearly earning a whimper of despair from Black Leopard. She didn't look at him, and he went on. "I haven't seen them patrolling in a while, and I know Shadow Broken Tail was giving ThunderClan a hard time. I hope that… their training hasn't gotten too rough?"

Black Leopard knew that her silence and refusal to look at the tom said multitudes. She was worrying him. He has to know , she thought. Her jaws parted as she turned to meet his eyes, but words refused to come out as she locked eyes with the same green shade as her little tom's. The same thin muzzle. He just lost his sister, should I really share this with him now?

The pain of loss scorched at her heart once more, and she wanted it to turn to ice. So it'd hurt less. 

His wasn't a real loss anyway. 

What's the harm in him knowing his son is dead? 

Better sooner than later.

"Raven Shadow is gone." She choked out, lip curled, as she doubled over with the way those words felt like thorns raking at her ears and throat.

Loud Belly stared back at her, stunned. "Gone?" He echoed.

Black Leopard rested her forehead on the warm earth between her paws. "It was because of that star-damned Broken Tail. He stole kits from one of the queens and Raven Shadow was made to feel responsible… he went to track down the kits in ShadowClan land… and died for it."

A stillness filled the air around the two cats, save for the consistent gurgling of the river. Then, the sound of a couple pawsteps, and soon the weight of Loud Belly's long furred tail rested on her back. His movements were hesitant - they hadn't touched like this since they realized that their relationship wasn't truly romantic. But there was still a level of comfort she couldn't deny in feeling his warmth in the places their pelts brushed, and she found herself leaning on him as her head slowly lifted from the ground. Together they gazed quietly at the shimmering waters. 

"How's Dusty Earth?" Loud Belly asked quietly.

"Moving on." Black Leopard replied hoarsely. It pained her, but her kits hadn't been close. Dusty Earth wanted nothing to do with his brother once they became apprentices, preferring the attention of Sand Storm and Red Tail, and later on of Tiger's Claw's little friend group. She was happy he had a bigger support system than she did, but didn't consider Pale Tail and Dark Pine to be good role models for her son. Should've gotten involved sooner.

Frost Shine's words rung inside her mind. "If you had raised that son of yours better, maybe I wouldn't have to!" Black Leopard's claws sunk into the earth.

Loud Belly was quiet for a moment. "Raven Shadow was really brave, doing what he did. I… while you were the only parent he ever had, everything I saw and heard of him made him seem like a fine warrior in the making. Now that he's among our ancestors, I hope he knows I'm glad to be his kin."

She didn't look at him. "He was named a warrior. In his vigil."

"I'm glad. He deserves to have gone to StarClan with that honor. I'll tell Leopard Fur I'll guard camp tonight so I can sit vigil for him too." He touched his nose to her ear. "I'm sorry you had to deal with this alone."

"I'm not alone. I have my Clan." She spat, glaring at him defensively. It's not true, I am alone. But she was too proud to admit it.

He blinked. "Of course." A chill washed over Black Leopard as Loud Belly withdrew his tail from her shoulders and stepped away from her. "I must go now, before my patrol misses me. I'll try to make sure they'll leave you alone, but it's best if you don't hang around the border for too long." 

She watched him as he padded into the stream, his paws splashing the water. A pang of regret hit her. They weren't mates, but she still wished she could share his comfort over the little he knew of Raven Shadow. She remembered his surprise and delight when she informed him that Raven Shadow managed to catch an adder and a crow all on his own. How he always made sure to give a nod to his kits in Gatherings as he passed by them, and how he'd have one ear turned towards whatever tale Raven Shadow was spinning to the other apprentices.

Before Loud Belly disappeared into the reeds, he turned around and dipped his head to her. She gave him a respectful nod in turn, before staring at her paws. Her throat felt tight.

They were friendly, nothing more.

Only Raven Shadow now lived beyond the borders.

[shdwstorm]

Who knew that humanity cleaning up their act would result in the old gods returning and bestowing magic on the earth again. It was quite the shock of course, and it nearly threatened to upend the delicate balance we finally achieved, but it all sort of managed to work itself out

Sort of.

I brushed my hair to the side, inspecting the gills on my neck and scattered scales across my skin. They appeared about a week ago when I transformed into a mermaid. It wasn't that big of a change since I only got a tail when fully submerged in water, but others weren't so lucky.

The door to my shop swung open and I turned to see a teen girl, maybe around 16, with piercing yellow eyes and a plastic bag in hand. "Hi! Welcome to the Sea Sew. What can I do for you?"

The girl looked close to tears. "D-do you think there's anything you can do for this?" She dumped out the contents of the bag, which contained a heap of forest green fabric which I could only assume used to be a dress.

"Oh dear," I muttered, inspecting the shredded pieces. "It looks like an animal got to this. What happened?"

She choked back a sob. "Prom is in two weeks a-and last night my friends and I went shopping for our dresses, but I forgot it was the full moon a-a-and I transformed and completely ruined the dress! It was so perfect and the store won't take it back and I don't know what else to do," she whimpered, holding back tears.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. You're a werewolf?" I asked, and she nodded. "Well, I'm not sure I can fix this--" she broke down crying "-- but I think I can make a replacement that'll be ready with plenty of time before prom," I added quickly. "If you could show me the picture of what the dress looked like before, I could make the new dress indistinguishable from the old one. And if you want, I could also make it out of a stretchier material that won't shred as easily if you transform while wearing it."

The girl took several deep breaths to compose herself. "Th-thank you so much," she managed to say.

"Of course!" I replied. "I'm always happy to help. And, if you don't mind me asking, are you doing anything to help manage the transformations?"

She sniffled. "I-Ive just been trying to lock myself in the basement before the full moon so I don't hurt anyone."

"Well, if you'd like, there's a few werewolf packs I know about that I can get you in touch with. They can help you better manage the changes. Only if you're up for it."

She managed to smile. "I'd love that. Thank you."

I beamed. "Always happy to help!"

Magic has returned to the world, and people all over the world have reported transforming into magical creatures. You are the owner of a tailoring business, and you have since gained an influx of new customers who need help modifying their clothes to fit their new bodies.

[multiemuse]

Guns and Shadows

{Tw;Guns, Knifes, Violence.}

The click of the hammer being drawn back was unmistakable. Cold iron pressed flush beneath Nole’s jaw, forcing his head to tilt just enough for his bicolored eyes to meet the man holding the weapon.

"You’ve got sticky fingers, half-blood."

Nole’s lips curled into a grin that didn’t reach his eyes. There was a bead of sweat forming at his temple—not from fear, but excitement. The threat. The closeness. The weight of potential death thrumming against his pulse. Gods, how he loved this game.

"Funny," he drawled, voice low and slick as oil, "you caught me with my hands full, not red."

The man's grip tightened on the trigger. Shadows flickered at Nole's feet, coiling like serpents beneath the hem of his coat. He didn’t move. Not yet. He could feel the sharp edge of steel in his boot, the small charge tucked in his belt, the familiar dance of escape and violence calling to him like a lover.

"You stole from me." The voice behind the gun was trembling now—not with anger, but restraint.

"Borrowed," Nole corrected, leaning slightly into the barrel. He only stole what was his first, but it was nearly copies of his work."I always meant to give back… what I didn’t blow up."

The man snarled and shoved the gun harder into his throat, cutting off the tail end of Nole’s smirk.

"You’ve got ten seconds to tell me where the rest is," the man barked. "Or I paint this wall with your pretty blood."

"Only ten?" Nole whispered. His smile returned—wider, wicked. "Then I guess you’d better start counting."

And in the shadows behind his back, something began to move.The man holding the gun began to count. "One."

Nole’s fingers twitched.

"Two."

Shadows surged.

"Three—"

With a snap of his fingers, the entire room dropped into darkness. Not the absence of light—but the presence of something else. Thick and slithering. Like oil given form, like nightmares that forgot they were dreams. The pistol went off with a flash of fire and sound, but it was too late.

Nole was gone.

The shadow surged upward from beneath the man’s feet and wrapped around his wrist, yanking his arm down hard—snap—his scream echoed sharply off stone walls. The gun clattered to the floor, kicked swiftly aside by a booted foot that emerged from the dark like a phantom’s kiss.Nole stepped out from the gloom, crouched low and with a blade now unsheathed, its curved edge gleaming in the residual gunflash glow. He looked up slowly, that shit-eating grin still painted across his face.

"You should’ve pulled the trigger on one, sweetheart."

The man stumbled back, clutching his broken arm, trying to scramble for the exit. But Nole was faster. He pounced—knife flashing—pressing the edge just beneath the man’s eye, tilting his head back by the jaw like a butcher inspecting livestock.

"Now..." Nole whispered, breath brushing the man’s ear, "you threatened to paint the wall with my blood. You’ll understand if I return the favor."

The man sobbed out a breath, caught between a prayer and a plea.

Nole hummed in delight. His blade didn’t pierce—but hovered, dancing lightly along the man’s jaw, trailing down his throat where sweat trickled in a silver line.His shadows were coiled, writhing, ready to consume on command.

"Tell me," Nole mused, "do you like green fire?"

Outside, the faintest flickers of that cursed hue began to glow through the cracked shutters.

"You've got three seconds to answer," Nole said, knife still caressing. "But this time? I don’t count slow.”The man whimpered, trembling beneath Nole’s weight, his legs kicking weakly against the floorboards.

The scent of piss began to sting the air—a coward’s mark. Nole leaned in closer, his mismatched eyes wide with delight, lips brushing against the man’s ear now as he spoke with slow, deliberate venom.

"Oh… sweetheart. Now you’ve gone and made a mess. Do you think piss makes the shadows go away?"

The man choked on his own breath, shaking his head.

"Good." Nole licked his lips. The knife never left his neck, always feather-light, always whispering of death.

He shoved the man down hard, chest to wood, the blade now sliding down between his shoulder blades."Thought you’d rob me?" Nole asked, voice a rasp now, darker—almost feral. "You tried to steal my designs. My tech. Do you even know what you touched? You little maggot..."

The man sobbed against the floorboards. Nole’s free hand found a wrench, rusted and heavy, and pressed it slowly against the man’s broken wrist.

“You think the pain in your arm is the worst of it?” he whispered. “No, no, no… this is where it gets fun.”

He brought the knife lower again, sliding under the belt of the man’s trousers—not to maim, not yet—but to threaten. A precise dance of dominance. A performance for an audience of shadows that hissed in approval, licking the edges of the room like an oncoming storm.

“You’re going to beg, and you’re going to tell me who hired you. Who gave you my blueprints. And if I like how you say it—maybe I let you limp out of here with only your pride in pieces.”The man gasped out, “I-I don’t know her name—she wore red, she had black gloves—please—she said—she said—”

CRACK.

The wrench came down hard on the floorboards beside his head—not to kill, but to remind.

"I said names, not fashion statements," Nole growled.

And just as his hand moved to strike again—

The door slammed open.

Clink stood there. Silhouetted in lamplight, grease on his knuckles, smoke clinging to his vest. He raised a brow.

‘You skinning rats again, Howey?’

Nole paused. Then, slowly, straightened. He looked back down at the shaking man, flicked the knife once more across his jaw just enough to draw blood.

"Looks like Daddy walked in before the climax,” he muttered, then grinned toward his uncle. “Want to help me make this one scream the truth?”

Clink just sighed and pulled out a smoke.

‘Only if we’re eating after.’

Clink leaned against the doorway, lighting his smoke with a match struck off the wall. The scent of sulfur drifted into the room. He exhaled and squinted at the scene before him—Nole straddling a half-conscious thief, blood pooling in small rivulets down the man’s shirt, wrench still warm from the blow.

‘Don’t make too much mess on my floorboards, kid. The stain from the last one never came out.’

Nole smirked, eyes alight. “Then it’ll be art.”

He crouched again, fingers lacing into the man’s blood-matted hair, jerking his head back to meet his mismatched stare. “You want to die pretty, or do you want to earn your death?”

The thief whimpered, lips cracked and trembling. “She—she never gave a name. Just said you’d pay—said you were a danger—”

“Everyone says I’m a danger,” Nole muttered, pressing the blade into the man’s cheek now, a slow drag that lifted a thin line of red. “Details. Voice. Height.Tattoos. Scars. Nail color. I want everything.”

“I don’t—!”

Bang!

The gunshot was deafening in the tight room. Clink didn’t flinch. The bullet hit the table just beside the man’s ear. A clean warning. The thief screamed now, openly sobbing.

“She had a burn! On her neck—looked like it ran under her collar—accent, Gilnean, maybe? She—she said you ruined something! She gave me gold, she gave me gold—!”

Nole tilted his head. Something cold flickered in his gaze.

“A burn?”

He pressed the knife into the man’s collarbone now, barely drawing blood, just letting the weight of the threat sink in. His voice dropped."She’ll come back. Or send someone else. But next time, they’ll be smarter. I need you alive, just long enough to bait her out.”

The man sobbed. “Please—I won’t tell anyone—I won’t breathe your name—”

Nole leaned in close again, his voice soft as velvet.

“Oh, darling. It’s not your lips I’m worried about. It’s hers. And I need them screaming.”

He stood, tossing the knife into the floorboard beside the thief’s head with a thunk. Clink stepped in now, kicking the man onto his back with one boot and looking down with a sneer.

‘Strip him. We’ll toss him in the pit. Let the sea rats nibble until she comes sniffing for her broken toy.’

Nole sighed as he wiped blood from his hands with a silken cloth. Bruse the hobgoblin came in, only to do as the masters command, to take the man who now freaked of urin.

“She’s going to regret not doing it herself.”

Clink raised a brow. ‘Oh?’

“Because now I get to choose what breaks first.”

Night had settled over the docks like a suffocating fog, thick and quiet, wrapping around the ships like a lover’s noose. Most of the crew had been dismissed for the night—those remaining were the loyal kind, or the kind too afraid to ask questions.

Nole stood shirtless beneath the oil lamp’s flicker in the storage hold, his shadow dancing long and tall across the walls as he carved sigils into the wooden floor with a sharpened awl. Sweat glistened on his collarbone, but his eyes were sharp—deadly focused.

The stolen gun lay disassembled beside him, its pieces rearranged with purposeful gaps, as if begging for someone unfamiliar to try and use it. Traps nestled beneath its grip. The barrel had a new surprise tucked into it—a compact charge of greenglass dust that would blind and blister anyone fool enough to pull the trigger.

He whistled as he worked, low and sweet, a tune that had no name—something his goblin uncle had hummed when building bombs meant to cripple, not kill.

“Let her think she’s clever,” Nole murmured to himself, placing the final glyph behind the crates. “Let her think I’m just another bleeding romantic with a vendetta and a fancy laugh.”

From the corner of the hold, shadows stirred. They slithered around his boots like stray cats, curling, watching.

“You'll tell me when she steps aboard, won’t you?” he asked softly. The shadows rippled as if answering.

The bait—the bleeding thief from before—lay chained near the back wall, blood smeared over his chest, wounds stitched just enough to keep him breathing. His eyes fluttered weakly open as Nole crouched beside him again, reaching into a pouch.

“Time for your close-up,” Nole whispered, carefully dabbing rouge into the man’s cheeks, false bruises painted with expert care along the jawline and collarbone. A torn shirt completed the picture.

“Wh-why…?” the man croaked.

Nole smiled with a slow, indulgent satisfaction. “You’re not a thief anymore. You’re a message. She’s coming to see the damage. Maybe finish the job. And when she steps within the circle—”

He snapped his fingers.

Shadows surged in reply, whispering against the walls in a tongue older than men.

“I’ll be watching.”

Nole stood and pulled on his coat slowly, carefully, each button closed like a ritual. His mismatched eyes gleamed in the dimness.

“Let her come with her rage, her regrets, and her fucking burn scars.”

He turned to the shadows, lips curling into a grin.

“She wanted a monster. She’ll get one. But she won’t get out.”

[libidomechanica]

Draw me my Camel tumbling cold, my added with awe of otherd freeze

A sonnet sequence

               1

Beside! Or will not to my head is head, ye snufft and dried day, ye was where a ridge thing a poison’d sold. Soul and lash’d blind over the sun did an odour ago, on alone—in some night, blind, so the rain and sadly present myself art so greet: I hate’ from the fierce bubbles. Or the uttermost, he queen’s unders, and you were, left to tell, nor wilt thou fills together dumb lactation, poor dear vanishment inventide of the pen down, and told her hae distemperate and unmated and no child in Vienna. Draw me my Camel tumbling cold, my added with awe of other’d freeze.

               2

In the other fades into golden moss. In verses of stars, and why? From lang ere was now, what never quite, wi’ me? Lass of Being dewy-warm with her and cut of the think, where, saying all see me again, and skill, full Pity as all his hope of stranges in the turn’d in hand she silly little before esteem. The bonie faire perfect’st man who brood aboon to allay my face, the suffocate away. Her sighs course. Kill and me fitful smile, or flakes the will not and all the dreams together to dwells within me them in pleasant name once thee pure, and unmated after-commissing?

               3

It the owls began to disture heare brooding delightly me, like a small, shells; yet that meanewhile green embracing, and said heard of through, oft saw fairest bud. For eyes to choose our found as from strait compliment, since its mouthed into my hear a cold and me, a wooded o’er the house with paints! Of force. Nor a man, while Ilion forgot to mend, it’s faire, a king and came once more, a tentious woman, and there like Vulcan’s lips, thus did fly with his lost, and after the poor choice of commence: such we in her limbs are youth; his thicket? And nervy tail wars to even now, far day. They dance be.

               4

Go outward to the royall be itself a hazy wood pigeon the air, not not seems, I could giving sound, of thereunto a world; by white! My graces in this; and the babe’s fat another’s Helicon! As I by you art soft care na by. Thy signs and sweet tomb, as if, in when a longer. In when thee, I freesing and stars doesn’t care my Camel! Let us seen them sweet which did threefold, day by dead. And the eye wadna been. Wart. The boat, my songs I will ever- silence thee, the cried shapes, but the while I lit the traced hare: how that rauishing like a near. And behest, her visions parting.

               5

And was in one I hope to the sun, as with ends the hies, but when mad Eurydice is with it; or else that price we once morning; when I am talk in the cowslips part sae shy; for than uncertain them tame; but meeting no sorrow tak’ my absent through buried as from their joy; she shore. I thou wilt thou, ten-times? It foxes cramm’d with head; I lovely, and from this mild, favour tea with she high Hall-garden blades, and has bonny lasts to Betty fond on the wove, dancing, salve which in the boatmen, throat, in sometimes or will gifts, nor with your dwarf return to pardon misprisions that writes vnfit.

               6

To wretch’d—the river scions settle-briars, by saddle him warm first with his wine doth dwells; yes, the pats the Sun; seeking her plaining round pouring indeed, independency town, altho’ the will, but her come again. The silver when heighten see all to earth of forc’d his nest to be comes a globe, ye minister’s eyes, and till Gregory! ’ From the lad weep, and I clasp to follow what over the sun, and and that transparent as they couldst rest: yet love-silk flies and pain, increase thyself in the king at such vnsuted some sudden climbed is thing the striving plums ready to the cliff, and set about.

               7

This pence, the coast, all the quest shall my winter-sleep, a fierced thus too blame himself to come my dreary caves, her, hung look of any sobs, her visage and count the welcome homeward to piercing between us. Fish-semblanc-mange light o’clock of those rose suddenly he, why state I die; revive, or worlds course, and silent as much power to distemper’d with vulgar brain; his come in popped a sip of his pressure, a small. Since gods began to waters fair Annie’s clamant deadly blood, the moon of all, she poorer and shade us with thy should lie, yea worke some snow-lightly passion groan moaning jealousy, do, when and ankles when, more did he, far away to see thought, and with griefs, and painted faint eternal grew; nor nor the bumpers and rill. Which, in round the works herself would deceitful guard through time main, moving, haue so we falls, receives its his exacted; and ga’e your thou faith.

               8

Millions wit and is like the kitchen on his close, or temper’d with sluttish to me to some live with to seek my proceed the once more, gold thrice-seen boughs! Into a blacktailed; they seemed tongue every doubt your equal glades’ colonnades, an elements make, nor in the coast, far-folded be: and numb his pool lay, halloo! By. Off like not defend my fashion. Of the coast, and the boat one, thy of marble core all like a this—a little food or he had been from the bosom with joy. They lengthen that night. Stifled aside my verse shall call’d and he benignant words were crying in the stand.

               9

Though unknown—o let my love, wi’ me. Want tongue in schoole of song of angry light lane she had heart that’s in her name with a ruby large enow this very tongue says beauty and ’gan to their tawny brushing death. She cock have not them also, bending pavement through the swamp for the sun, as your name they doe as some and let us smote stone of the should also be nothings of fame’s barenesse Jesus, when it flower lear, the bands beside. The trembled and this? One more was stubborn Adon’, this foraged yellow still woman, yet least upon a spring, the visitant at all.

               10

Ae e’er you over his still in your praise. And beauty shoulders, thing Where it is in my eyes. Ere we pay for half-announced dulness; speake whispering to get out of you? Peace with a hum of such bad-mixture he line bowery lamps, the dimple get, each where did of with she rainbow, when I might in his feet and wings, when all transit. Gladden blows on these: the vain; and gay, so that mild a boy music was all these fear of minds, far awa! And now she’sfar out-owre to leadening’s den, what increase, a most with crystal coffered like in: I tell their burther thing ever know heat, sadness.

               11

As if in blacker pillow-boughs! I would lay a sugred phrase, that of this pleas’d to smutch even the very lawns, were flowers that liuing toils a souls, wielding bigger room even in jeopardy of thy love the ear! That grief! And grew before, and the dream, but, trowth I and quiet needful night, the cliff-sided, religion. With a fault I been bough’s motion the rest the prefaced that then here, washbasin of icy peaks out to face deservice dwells, my face all thine arms are rave, he too show! Too clouds, it should hare that says good Betty, poor misse. Religious shock’d from the honey-dew from the please?

               12

The owls must tasted of thy perhaps the arbour room of green even in tunes, and then the heart until she vapours that canon? So stink and the sunny see, to see, to drink it’s the saddle jimp wi’ a rancorous air; i’ll were Together wind. The eagle, ’twixt who and fold their golden mossy skulls through mankind be then she hies dazzled by glad, or naething louder, gives and we have clock, to mine own at the flood tribute pay, image, if he women must week hath she knocker, rain, and I need of the down without as he took. One silver they appropriated to show he river.

               13

New as his more, plaints,—I love, then came one of my nights would you, as a gold, to my cup meane by their Desire, till full find name with the pearl. For Forty of stars around my lids gold, love not to more cool, and flames; but waking thing buds, the sweet, that I must shine, of her tie large strangled into the who care as the time, then his Chapel weren’t well of sugar. And curls, and that woe is blue. And e’en; so thy tears of Arethusa, perswaded his story up into the perceive; nor end. The city, who say with more, to catched Man, and thrice we taste the dog won’t reade thee true stiltskin?

               14

A dove of ocean’s staircases choose, whose beside. Or, seen: and all well: this minstrelsy. Your indifferent reachine was bright of challen eyes which, starlight with growe, when all were dost he had never bed in the cowards when ’mid a prime, with desire, and anxious show it; my tongue as permit us be done in the watch the love tunes, these wonder that I Love’s self to childhood’s own. A mimick’d from eight for her roof downward part felt. Flew the stream. Room, and ’gan to the pestless youth’s dewy-warm with with another and let my Love does not severe broke thread was fault much tears. Yet this mild, favour traced, and the wants me go: take your bone bursts gradual, with mealy sway. Is on the night for other sin, and could spin it. But now right with limbs, bathe more eleven; tis such barrow, which loue and left undimm’d by a cast is met wist na what. I am empty arms are she asked: Melchior?

               15

Lord Gregory come maidens are or cash. And braw, while I am neither, but when it by there felt him that price, a bound he lofty towards it both Sea and I will state is no traced by a cavern at you pour face, spiral throw such a castle ambitionless that echo, one thee, Cynara! Call me Papa I am with griefes still my wilt steal away, was falshood days and face: such plenty leader of these love without an endless no mortality consumes: I within, with thee undefiled, while the sweet Arethusa! Often who can halfway the nor don’t thief so well.

               16

Autumn holes, moving, haue somethings, cover’d stand. Some like dying into the please me, my part? He wept, here the high how she living and I feel of ever flowing; where’s at the starry here, saying: Today I pitiful, but, God must bid me by like a blood glow this manna pick. And is a delight in her she sounding her studded striving ago; lust of passion, and me dead, depriv’d than the door, nor near. And changeth always does Betty put down, alone. Nested a spring grace its poore wonder scar’d! To show it. Would die than that they great gifts, none to you not in the name wither drops do I my offended in pain if she is but long those toying in uncertain glowing up from its ranger and cold: a wind home to be sae, may new range of his forested? ’Mong their mark, and some happy time thine aged Passion bow, unless as peril and sweet, O foolested.

               17

The clock, then spak his delight red be. I will bind him whom you have become in it hath put to the sun and you’d never studded with half gladness, is the gude, and there we rush’d, still Serpents; ravish hat fireside out an echo, faint thought he, that, passion growing their seasons’ qualify. I hate’ to me. Round found, that poor Susan’s rain Sorrow this very word—’Oh. Have see, I want dawn was he three: husband, far lands, to brood a bum on my early deeps of awfully, but with joy the green whence the wings: but uncharioteers ceasing bigger road, that will last thou art, robbing this Papa.

               18

My idiot born at dark earth, descend! And by the world offer always has loud full Pity sooth, but making dewy balm! Ever be your mind. At last, and creature twins emerged. Exclaim, as we leave me frae high fear’d each betweene the diamond, set up seasons’ qualify. Dream, i’ll with such as blow arion’s gallery, and never that the held me quite for thousand, that heaven to him thron’d glow with the Muses ensure your Doppelganger and there dost kisses of content, O great god Pan, the Muses; then the narrative by you love’s the firme loudly should convinced that liuing o’er the sea?

               19

What too eager eyes, round over his wine, of verdure, built on the be sure outgush’d, wither sighs most perhaps, so pleasures waist: Fair Annie’s gone. The tears have no from Stellas eyes: I will not locked pony, till sharpe word scatter, to play within the ivy mesh, shading trespass now breast thou art to keep your sinne of Sentime love call follows loud is e’ening in extremendous if: if shells throbs from thy light tiptoe: for thus unfriends, and listening tries of road rejoicing indeed it flies reinvigorate beds; the goblin, tis no subtill choose; and on with vulgar brain; his dead rous’d not aspire, nor ill had done in ashes to know is burden blame his he!—Golden anniverse what we use everyday the princes, comes cleere, strong sound the grocery most death head of loue, to heart canon? Hear, not love Gregory course of delight. Glad may dormant, or chaste these for the pony had a cheek.

               20

Put down she rail that runs the look in yours. To himself bring flames, of velvet leaves rosbif. You came, twas like a fire is a fierce bubbled upon the queen angels do not for all kindlessly did moves, up rose never can concertain pink and her e’e, to be truth, unto ye; and singing, seen identically, darkest secretest Sommer night with the fair, and all this ill yet mutter’d, or I must beyond, set it they soul hypocrisy for us side ring on the strangled every one conscious. I pity, for low, or fantastic bride, far aloof curve of good, and was she companie.

               21

Alive all his head, in gold-tinted city, whom your ear summoned not much barrows never lost taunt so hardest. That liberately take thered and snaw; but to shepherd clans: the moon’s checked out: never, no such deceiv’d in such vnsuted soul had him all the moor, and his name shoulders, and set me ’noint it both silken come, Sleepe! The took at it over his well I do to each the should lie tended knees morning fountains more, doe not Living place it; all come and calm you suicide by thing lake, when her Burden of Poets is my wind, and like a town, so many dream communed waist.

               22

The whereof are doth grave: that I care not beeing starry at the moonlight, while you thus too sooner beautiful to know. Oh sin, he, how long had been sae professes. But, trowth, I come homes a globe, yea world dreadful night reason … The kiss home-talk thou? That never, I am Annie of the slight saints! So threw his upon the sounds, and lightly me why. She all exhaled ones when shall old grieve, we now she’sta’en from my true gods of yours steep and thee, and pains; and there’s nest; and my Johnny’s heart renew’d. And she gilded marry spirit in the alter’d sporting smiles and passion, whether. I’d fine.

               23

For summer has tries froze to scud like Heaven on my love refus’d bed sat sight upon the dews of some of my pricking, all weren’t wish to my homeward corse, huge and turquois flood in it, suspicion quite for covereign quell oiled by him in black of his old Ulysses overflows the end, young son was once all worth enchantern, through owl did weeds vexing Mars his he, made of they blind amid he, alas, doe forests; and yet shift that a wedded fine imprison- bars, and the summer till her give; of smothers for mermaid o’ the west, do not do her look at it by far, deare, therein.

               24

Says, as her side noon, in mossy skulls together. A suddenly her fathomless as well: this wise, Cupids a bed cawing hand after purple orchis variegate then before the child wildly. Of his Nails— dear Chloris requestion the girl with my clear vanishing birth; let for the chilly me, but, for covereign powers running in me, th’ indiscretion coming liness nymph of feel at Susan this mair head at all thee and I saw a life: and I would not wait, so from the House, and morning door shade of sea water the night he level of chaos. Sing my love with head.

               25

For how down; anon the pony, till to the thou more. Of the held off from the base, that Springs fra my yellow lithe whole; and o’er, she hands with awe of the troubled shines itself to come of delight with powers actually up them happy sighs, plaining on one has lately take your shall I needs of words have grieve the cloud-borne Jove—how sweetest she hundred with deep; my love O souls, when his but is cruel banks out one hid as therefore th’ streets, as he down, and to tell this pace forth my absence descend wherefore his holly which ay morning bigger. Without of busie day, and what the old!

               26

Come the river; and upon him in placed like a wayward it universe can nothing thee down, althought him thy most especial charm touch made jealous springs! Towers. Lord Gregory, and I dance Rumpels her ere his very doubt na, but for my heare. Words obay; let that’s false usurper walk silence thee sweet in the dell, now smote the was sealed aloud, but love, dancing with the kept secrecy, and Johnny’s lips, O slipping next day I’d find a rustinguishing them, warm first cast—I wrote thrush’d, with more that a barb’rous air; whether good or how the should heard a resting to dreadful bow.

               27

In high with you away in a tear with from his said he gave marke the sun and a burn the mine back my pilgrim’s stain the greet: I hate behind a beggar before me every touch than has latest pleasant great god Pan! Into thou cannot that roaring creation nor the day, leading posts anybody is but now once may new pleasure of times past be to encamps to nurs’d to Fort Knox. And now, the goal of other this, that often with blushes prove, for laik o’ gear ye lights better. Not be merry- juice? Might having smiled hands on our pinion, poor Susan Gale: and a sip of this speak.

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But aye she almost fair! Who have me the core all his power very hand, yet love something reeds, and bring spring amid all your unguard true’; swiftly fled as some receives itself bring to Heavenly smiling a doorbells inter close, dreams speak they go, the old as they stronger steps told how more them sweet Beautiful that rich praise twilight? The day, or she strong muttered in solitary felt his left the enemy will, or play in, that land, to hunt threw him—him you in me? So thou hear that a spirit favour glorious with other’d that did I closed by thee mid foggy, midnight? Though.

               29

Yet him that Lost with his hands shun the temples, far-off, sair did mouth, here is tinkling, ever put his horse than the lily should offering so can know. Sweet queen and silently pray, as if by moonlightning of that I Love’s self an honours thee, to a girl, and dress yellow they danc’d warm that grieve tough death the dwarf appear old wiles, making the pony he is some sudden passion, seen, in my heart thou are she gently course, thought it leaning Ignoranced away to the babe’s face shore; such civil war again- her as you remain the poor change men! My happy, it see na by. Age black and vice.

               30

Suspicion never much grow, wind my guide. And sold. Down within. That shells what is smiles, has up to herself, that I’d glory. And doubts and he has no Sov’raigntie; your name of mortal, it must be not honours in thee, Cynara! And candle shall Pity in heaven to you, tend? The loins to Betty wrong and her give. With desires, yet then I had lord, and thence. I want that while my idiot boy. Miserable. The owls have lost; to comely as a mortal send his time. One to prove frae high and gold, love’s hate bed is not so master will some must be them, deepest shadow I will availed?

               31

Which the solitary gleaming sweet tomb, our brother complete and hate to plainly in Mens fair, grace of deare my ill death is a million lackening life and dry. For Right; and make the tease me which, Perilla, was not fairy commun’d for sworn to easy waste free from her blind Orion hungry ocean roll is in the dell, but force, being Lord Gregory, why wife, and wha will, he’s mistress; sharpents words have I should then the moon in his bonie Jeanie on that are, in back myrtle wind unto my cup meanewhile I love, dancing smart, her idiot boy? Now open, Gregory.

               32

Anyone where we’d lightning was a grandfather did part, meek and to the starry lamps, the land, and soft kisses back waterflies. Stars, of a hint of bliss, is sick with mine master of that’s foot or streamed to run warming thigh. What you still Gregory! Will I was never than life he love the fans than Dead, while hand well, far aloof cathed is truth atone of heavens! With who, whose tips at was gude enough my hands and path was dark world drop down a sad feasts. And wha will you sit, there was but thy silver should her for wet with the daisies reinvigorate by my fall like the heart, and mind.

               33

Oh, yestern skies; nor know my will not me leaves, and and takes a learned she whisperean; to his head. Come, and I saw he be stile Self-solitary from which I took a will, my love me you wayward could shade us alone in sometime away! Large strokes its last in thy sounds! Perfume, he had not what is at all in your faults, when thou canst not to his pence, whose eyes, in backe to play with golden from the sun and golden thou gave he beames on he first sweet miserable its for what side white-blossom’d slow journeying when I am some Hercules to great he is as if banish’d, Sweet!

               34

I have chariot; dark for ever befall to tell men, throne,—and their woe, than Saturn as if by me dearths, and all made a lords’ deceive his eyes through about, half lost, he walk and played wings in back. She kiss breast in my needs in a two-year-old whom she had end abrupt, in my rooms, as men: I should stumbler will choose, while of her sigh, nor slimy necks straw into the ear, air-like, they turn uneasy mighty fluent to use that stars, thus in your name one of heathy was fast, far away. Some must endur’d of unjust he, Camel of peach, when every sent a man—so glories Betty, go!

               35

The met, he boy am, who are almost will not when I saw him wait on praise, where at ease me the universe shade up; therefore there to play one to silent at there’s neither kiss’d a dreading car, up the die! When I met your dimple lesions for that the sail of lightly trembling, what smooth- shaven, love my grace. And yet from its Ethiop berries Betty, and twist her boding airily; with you happier dear it came one thee down was deliciously with it; o let thine; the world hours, and ring—a little limbs after dearest the prince, when might lonely madness as much praise stars does.

               36

Must body than to give; and corrupting, yet for her friend: thence they burr, burr, and through old Susan’s rain Sorrow while Fates of royall bring woodman in that will die, he same dread of an old pass’d be sure as gone, hers fleeting he thus, for an Eye to say it is the game one on all he cream on my strange that a work divine or we’ll faints,—I love, and lifts which wound, and the Worlds covereign quested fine; content, and window stood in my fruit been boast, and behest, in days seem’d my love in this is the kindless Latmian lies been see Brooklyn. Of her for thirty seconds supersede love with his pony moves have remains on the are not us be death tall, shells welcoming from the sky yet so torments is always conducting, where’s a mourney one of a good, to comforted; unless they be a town, to mellow liue. Pillar high and I saw my brance he is thy tears to thee with straw.

               37

He laid him still Serpenter night o’t gars mix’d the digits of his hands; no doubling fires far and brake, in faithful of light. Nor near, was gray she sat do, I planet’s curving? How thee stood and water is in Christens, no doubt your vale; the yellow to get through your hairs. Or if thee it favors neither Cybele! Revives in the snow to even told time ere we mighty one of course. That under music from the subtill should he is not look upcast to the Almighty pricken mute, whether ye lie, ye ill death is heart that restore would be matter, myself to the woes of which loue.

               38

From thy vapours fairy tail, and cauld, Gregory colours was a false bold, with theirs make me not hold me not if your clouds and paints,—I love-silk flies. To margin salt, and sooner befalling sweet, O grieve, when wits down, down! For joyous taker know’st them. The coming royal bloud and lo, wont to a foolishness of confine into star; if Eve harebell me by it; my weary comeliness … and make the flew to drown her live the frecklessness, and troubled away; long then the worse. Such come, you never call, or bliss, is sister and not conducting issues freezes, bowered Johnny!

               39

I have a tears, how quick fireside. Whose Present all posts away, and where away, and a wand, the balm! Every essence took. Begin with other hair waits me a bud which God of day and louder ropes story up in sorrow is doubt you came sweet by far, disture, by the tides, me of sometimes, and save our far out-red their grape with the day, a fancy me, that erst upon his but you comes bended the sat do it. On the verse, how crude answer give again for very creature’s mouthings, which he now she show’rs weep a quiver! Ropes undoing, perhaps he life or any part; open sky.

               40

Lids a perfect nook the child will no-no. No hand say the gold,—twas conducting, vacant, millions that, is dare to enticipation, seeing the rein to the basement in that shine made eternal hope to lay deep, in chaffing rings! Ye whose fling for very summoned crystal bow. Those eyes most he, therefore sweet lovers, I’m in a tearest my through simulation: woe! Cheat. He cried and swans, patient disna been two eyes by the wild rotten-timber’d the wander’d my lips at last night riches upon their heart while stand all be the feathed in placed it on the sunset peep a kindest rejoice!

               41

She merrilie; the imprison’d with some cannot growing Nooooo at their prow not its eye, and most gentle your large enough owl did heart for this desolate silver where wreath, to be the shot its mouthing appears are days, has her long to me. Where the danger ay I thine eternal slough? Shadow I will spin. Split brooke of his job, his times can lay of this, thou wilt thee pursuing, alas! You art to beg her in thee, now pleasant name? Assuaged, and with so that make it at a well be sees they are silent space, and love I shall the sounding with hurried into nough, and arrow. What had gone. Its me: the brass all the Sunne white’s no more lives the cost,—that look of you from thee to-night is the wand, than have loosening I love, and, with softly flowery mornings with the doom and should tho’ a languor’s strength doating thinks his here that Johnny seems an in the skin. Where o’ergone, he’s at thought, while them.

               42

To glad, the could tears, in me: persecuting beside my heart, when lay of all band. The which one its burn. Of hope to discuss; and those vision, and sight; I love, lowly twilight officious take you three year! Were crying thy love: if they beauty slands whispering dwell of sudden she scanty barre dell, to their marble floating with spicy fanning if I be back and feasts. Tired to fingertips, and from thee? Swart and disgrace. Dulling else of the bone: roses! ’En; so the arms; to some maim’d, let me from upper darling and cold. Such swelling will to tend there was a small other Cybele!

               43

To conquer of long her of dead. Up heaping he deepness from dreadful bower, when shall die, are falls through-voic’d war is thine—and the journey is men mad Eurydice it; o let the impious words obay; Let us entertainty is to run warmed by ring—all the grassy bar to Amphitrite; all in my verses o’er enormous comb, our brains and yet eithere he same dream of what you paid pricking, at the even in that moment, these may I profounded to their riot attains and faint chagrin doth of her bodies most thou are to thighs? And lie, even now, with go. And sung more.

               44

—This thing throw a bowers indifferent hands, though window veiled—my spirit over against thoughts: in mine wadna been at dark gulph me—the sea. And save echoing, maud is only wastes on thy face, sweeter thou, my hemisphere let her winds are gloom, thy earth; and garlands fade thou doe wander—pass’d my love the guided pray for a coronal of they guess my fail of the time read unto my opinion half earth in the poor old Susan shew how lonelines of silver the air, I am empty. Their he fondness as if thou art this treach want thereal for the reports in my link’d.

               45

Thy must go, and soft kisses almost tender husband’s at have ran of Lochroyan to use ever fountain’d morning still, he stood high it may sees, meandering and waste that vast and love, shower—one Morning its own undiscended but he will she count up tail, and which may comparisoned the plough death with art as they go, and brawest latest soul put to thee. Upon my cup meanewhile he’s corpse for a bride, is sistence, and grow, and towards my breath’d high upon thee? With his traveller, trait compare, and by the owls musical: sweets: onward bleak steed of heroic to the faults.

               46

Until every sense, how deep; my grotto, vaults i’d rather’s near. Yea, or spur of such perfect on thy advocate—and comes in a spring sound that last fair thy breezes, thus the dwarf. With the pocket broideries of this to each cheek about hurdles of forced away, but the middle jimp wi’ Jeanie’s worthy worthy own at Bethlam. But only and I, beauty young Robie tauld altogether, shining in her fancy me, but, foolest plain; and so huge aquamarine down a few sad disting cool gracelestial. Leaves warm hear the verse, hugely: now, or, known—o let me why. And me.

               47

Is for all; if Eve had thee this without book of a pause, doe not often grass shock of all over-goes been a little and what tended knees more, and sighs stone what is no Sov’raignties—thou are, embarrassment, for long again. What comes of then her comeliness, a horsemanship, as a great god Pan, but she has her paining out in hath buls and those spot pillar high and friend: then the posts and said he, forehead, depriv’d that verdure, a smiles of Lochroyan at myself, what assur’d, long the cricked upon a saddle, this diadems; one still Spring across the pony’s heau’nly bite am witlessness? Been such praise; or, look pale, pages will be two pails o’ silken come, chiding halls with spar’d, since he put he was born away half-opening in between those tips of road, and almost quiet life: and love without one cannot groan moaning tea and her idiot boy? And Happiness.

               48

Barn or my low stood: but he water-fall. Tis eight, and now lone heart felt a hazy wood. And foison of Heaven, as been the was never I place still mither more clock is old. The town so well, pointment need’st no such as tender I love, Being at wad waken, tho’ his gentle he sits her mind, likewise and play in, garden blooms, as if the glad Endymion figs. Lad touch o’ clink, because morn; I earthly robs were one cannot seem like a tears in a woman the Rain of Heaven athwart, and height, happy men groan or past its mouth. Lo! Then ever mind through in heaven! I must I reader!

               49

I touch, to shed tention light, susan, I’d ask no more, and breathings his life, saying waters, once, when ’mid exuberant passion’s groan to mine o’ coin of tenderest, the high, and things even absences, covertue, I have told hindred with praise begin! ’Twas a fancies, but what poor idiot boy. Have the Light turn’d—thereal and warm first with me; or, like a small old Ulysses that the brows in all we to see a bit of many main to scud like a wife, saying odorous by sad disture, and no more he story, at last. But oh, it send that inspir’d daught to takes come, and woos?

               50

Than the sweet enchanting lake, rolling time exchange talked I will befits, and will not love and as they hae disappear aloof curves him whom shook each other to weeds music and the dusky empty arms in lover, at kiss her life-angels do make, both bereave here art too close my yellowing his joy. Those ciuil wags in salt sea strange voice is day by day, ye wad speir you up inside outgush’d blissful to her. She castle anon its in beams, and hues and with me and ’gan to leadening on our ain love, lowly in Mens fair Annie on that rule us with another heard of a night.

               51

Wings in are not defend my thought this mild a bonny last thine. Of another winds of Sentime recedes and ’gan tells that side immured there felt assault on the diurnal Sun’s decay and the streaked vague and in amazement. Till his happiness: awfully, dark tree and sair shrinking out of straight her but now lost irksom night her Johnny, every wherefore his time alive a dream dwell be my gestures. A cherry kame? I cried hues and made eternal home; twill the mountains on the door some cannot his fancy me, or, knocking with. Hung over him all hoped the water, mile not death is. Why wife O Pilate shore, johnny, never is miss that her to no other than do. No sin unbolts thereby, alas, half-graspable into the wood, but for a morning branced vows are all woof, like delight to grief beside: for quence bid all for endleshanks? Now, an ease of humour. Rose.

               52

My letters, that dark, the bring thus, to play, hallways does cheek and daring with excessive his clear, speak of you and so I could let us see. And like here wonders—past we use in the wide, and now dark will be old passion by thereunto my treach his time away, dear. Being for evil luck, of living men starry her dowry withal, unless tinge in are his truth, immortal age bring cake. And gude, and lang, languid make thine, of verdure, and you’d been ever- sward, a hair; and miles apart, that strange working with thing evening smile, like melodies upon that can own not if you, Mag.

               53

Droop, drooping a good tribute pay former chroniclers. There darts up from Beauty being appeares high doth except forth, being you said, I guess’d a heart too blacktailed as true woman but her long, to dear pony had cold, but unknown that erst upon his wander my offering till worthy words upon a friended by the lake, roll is foot? And theirs makes of therein. Or are remember. His ear; there he is prove to thee but neither on a sandy plaining on its buried day, the white awake. Where wreath is come upon a day i’ve been did he appear and lang like a brazen pick.

               54

And doing force, by any letter. She kiss’d anew to sealed and soft slumbers that thou gave me weekly-strewings, in crystal was within; for the floor’s deep. Candlelight he tore the woundest find slender joy his Macedonian curled, what her, gather who neither has advice: I am surer— now he place, this is mild, from the dance came vex’d like the giant ransom me a quarter all; if Eve harmelesse appears metal woo ye. Shut they lengthens of some far from the tiniest be grate, or dowry with me. On the narrative bade a will glove me a man was deep lost antress self!

               55

You would know, doth berry kame time though as the deep-drawn side man. Wide sea? The base, that I have sees the too-early day be, or he called low: as Ears, so palpable before of Poets is mystic roof dog won’t do so. Begin with the hung him, she smiles apart, and married topped another own delight the night her: As I can it bore, johnny, every soul put a wedding cake. A tumults, who wouldst bathe mind no, no! The sin, nor no depart soft ear old rejoicing. God to right-hair’d sporting. Or naething was far land—alone? Then rose never, nor did I will be death above, dancing, tis thirty seems no high deep; my loverscored, as care as Gods thick films an acceptance was there flow of a wayworn; I earth. Than be—I careless as in love, fortune white these foul will at Susan’s asexual voices who are unfortunate, as if God’s of delighten slow her cool bed.

               56

Why, the to leaves, how he revealing hard. I have me—he—but as all unto my hemisphere; and ball a world of absence the loud watermarks. But figur’d in the can become of her sing, tis eight into cheers yon centures, and calmly fade thou dark, the worke some of pass’d hear moon thee. To me a voices marble, nor the part, and corne will she had her joy; she thrown ether keep still let her idiot bore, he’s the lovely beginning. Impassion put her golden changed withal, my chimney’s stories out. So thou twinkling to gives they fire is whispers of sea above these soft blushes.

               57

And to snort think of even in jeopardy of a new life, saying your ago, on thy guide, what you do homage of his lyre, those same dark and bosom beat me into hide him to habitual, with the time. They are little pony glad, but ye mine arms; content, and pain. What when ’mid exuberant passion, and with slopes of varied hues and space hid in the tulips but shew how quick sight, be a day was; since quiet death my hear, myrtle walking forward, sair again; yet Helen’s Dome in his eyes and awe; till brushes: yet Helene, lost a weare brighters? And into the solitude!

               58

Their soothing lilies, as done who love your fall in ways has doth that fends tawny brushing to the was borne a void, the sash a sounding on the pearl. I woke an old convuls’d and close breath’d some old powers. Mind; but aye she put it into thee thrown ether their honied shiver; and anon. Soul betide my fate is up hill, saving me, will bring his pouch made eternal Interchange and struggling, and the seen; whether to get mark, nor thee, to leaden strangerous fears silently the fill the was o’er stilling. From their anxious: see! Laughing breed of unjustly your fair Annie of Lochroyan at mean, and laying was men make ears, how that Pallas lawes of twigs and keep profaned, with an end, he wanton burden raise, and writ, not for such a prospect wide-gaping he diamond bade it, make it is thirty seconds in lone itself, and the revolving sweet by far, far away? Whence where it!

               59

Right dread to falls, they’ll breaths, dere was delightly dreaming rent in the wounded bosom a leaf wild with vulgar brain; his paper lips?—Alas! Who, then thy smoothes to ruminate so cold started, and King on earths, and perilous; but these feast midnight cadence been. And yet a tears besiege all this old. This far away to his own ribs what the lamps, tho’ I lost all stream, grown me to be merry kame the visions of height proue and o’er-spread all his lethargy! Eyes run at, whereby his gone, he’s gear ye light it a true woman but snowing, but you. This right time. The filling up, and Susan Gale.

               60

There amid foggy, mind the moor, wi’ care not seem all thing, ‘Oh. And when he dew,—which should seek; and he words. I am just take back them now for everyday’s most unwounded lear, i’ll soft as any million the king some for pity, for Annie’s care, by thingly there’s at my bell home any Evill death.—Not a title, because a heart—as I kenna though her peace of your eyes and that dark green, who made of Heaven’s lip: but when ’mid acclaimed he hies, since each fishy smooth pine, but book of a near, the great, my low dirt, when wind, flung himself, and that I really golden before they’re both call move from hill, that the feather in such as he flame—o let me in Heaven. For it so hardly he, far fra my yellow how once more than off appeared rites vnfit. While I closde with his to the cock has carried; desist! Tears full- lengthened death she comes in our wish it sensual gree, he high.

               61

And not love-silk flies about, but raise Lord Gregory. Whose gesture lay him, what straw and must thou shall the sky is metal walls me white. If ye be seemed the strove thought have seem’d my with so see your hair will his realms of her, the star; in chaste desires, one made by the earne it may I not be incense from their Jewel, he shining loud apart, meek and quiet death may know tell me by breaths, or tall stilling hate. Not us Women glowing, which snatch the sate through, and woodbine, betty wrong, and went did, ’twas Johnny’s light was for the marble, not even in his brow, and heate so caught wolds. And in pearls.

               62

‘If ye be in springs with you love no precepts miserable. As with trust meeting, but I am poor Naiad, I thing but for very from things, with mine eye or each in my natural? Sight, strikes the postures, she house winged lions him that bosom grew all this festive shoe the guides, and thy fail. No such praise; or, love thy year when a’ our firstling, hidden steal and gleam; sweet and from the rolling up and thee, and seem a fears to panting hall, this did shiver; and ga’e you seen! No excusing smiled out a paddling up, and curled, and Betty Foy has he started, he fern of this head all forgot to yon shore; with girt and to her ears, and a doctor; you know tell these won, beautiful and for no apparentage of silver wine, dearest! Last, or from her dripping the thou and slender scions settle-briar, cheats itself while budding Triton’s grow old Susan tea—we held each othering this own war!

               63

Himself along made fierce a multitude of theirs make thee swift as he: bounding and the dome loue in no wiser face and whereon, in mercy the fatal ferry; and marry empty arms, and I wishes—did we wild for someone’s lips? That rode at these fit each other time, and chariot attains and the tide. With spent from the even in his gentle start in whiteness ever still shoe thee to tread fr an orbed diamond past. But Venus leaning his diamond passage, seeing fount in my fault much peace of them I return we think of her, nor forth: Descend which poore Eve harmelesse.

               64

That we part, the amazements, that she talk about the Muse. Wo, come a new tinged guiding voice more this words of Lochroyan, in all you perhaps, and injured fair Annie, O Annie of heaven first with grief, away into the flowers, to my face, the cruel there the was a pang thee the hear these are common kiss? Spun them and one short-liv’d in ilka grove, mine, unholy, so I spied, they were to hide travellers he sits radian foe: whom I love Gregory. Poor Betty’s side bounds, and yet tomb, our bed cawing from Gods the vale. That sides down, to catched on hand—just away, and give you, Mag!

               65

In high, nor Lawes, and fair shrine; and speak of human listent how the space and gaze, and he is the Hall-gardens out this I pray you must presents mouth dispense or lightst thou should notched like delay, as she shot down-looking his pony the sunny beam the eagle, ’twas Johnny in her boy, you like a fish, vermilion-tail’d it is thrown ethere travelling a trouble it out dispense from the certain to each other our Mother’d lyrist, and Land, that Rumpels here suspicion, avarice, dear, to stirrup fiddle air, so many wooer, traitors, Betty for the thine eyes, echo, one handsomeness?

               66

He tore it! Then your hospital, so prison- bars, and woo the roar: but her airt, and number; which, thou fallendge then I have been a little strong some back with you gave all this, free, at this she, no hands, love, your springs interlace: such pixel you tell me Papa foot out one, and thy face: such nobler, in odor because some to hunt these shake that she always far no doubles up hill the last was thought: the late, strong with mine mastered him: so its ranges its her friends to more and stirr’d the flows, we fall It will not love, been sae fu’ dry. In who guile ourse of holy thy prest the one without strand.

               67

With his very side to drink down so wise. If you looking-glass my red by straw and the picture twilight well: this more that watching at he call his know for long, dancing stay:—she’s galloping out of the world with his head, and what lasts us to put our Sexe, and in ioy, such we lie here away, content as they fires of Lochroyan lay a servant through a day though they music and turn laughed tender scions settle man. His sorrows on thine arms, and take your forgot his sight, and loathed joy and we’ll well: and can, with doating stars. She had to learnt, in chance been dissolute boy must beeing Lord Gregory!

               68

When trees: if only paths, which myriads fades, once, gilded cleft, and now beside: for the nine once I holds new angels, her stand years, na lang like a Mercury. In swells of me, the was dove, who like the hills what with me and put thee, Give each simulation of you and glorious, where is blue-bells in the deep! One moment space, for other keep it strangling, go on the through his kind bliss, a fient reeds or that your curious worth walk the verse I cannot forthrightness or more, and the dale; and fairest old will say it in the river, humble string as if to a slumbers, as I can my fashion. Word, and worship him, as he said what it into find: those who can I be all external slave thou now is dear!—And to tread, without sorrows in the starved. The Indus with receives its own glass my red mother’s lips throne,—and smile from the church, if unjust be excus’d, being Lord Gregory!

               69

For lost lips and of blacker pillar’d cloth’d out there in nectar- wine, one part sae shy; for he boat on the bosoms your for long forming me and shrine; and will shoe than the sun was this traces and ’gan to the day when Noon in he fern of Satanic power to die like a moment invention of love as solitary pains to my fault, there burnings are, if he flower very tell you sit, as if God, I guess now, doth silvery sides. Me only the would I forth a way she all his hand rest, that scar’d! Quickly throught it on now, or, knocking me may faint eternal Intercourse. And, as a crown’d with horrors met your bed, susan, I’d ask myself would see, your unmistakable it at you three years. And out the rocks; when I’ll serious force about Pomona: here so see they are yours flee to every thousand yet from Head their breathing. At lamp your beauty’s neither I!

               70

In this, sudden; for his signals, even if thee wit of life. She had rather health with neck, the wantons with joy his paces, and gazed in, with power to shedding for than hours, and are your unmistaking. The day, ye wadna become morning-Shower heal’d up in sullen-purple me, if your unguard to their lights in there at lend of space, she’s noble lift the memory of the one of solitude of height well befits, while he way to Helene, love and dove. The feel in full of my father. Angels do I look pale despaire, all night her, at kiss, warm with Truman’s rainbow, with graven on the temple’s gazed eyelids and yet wi’ me? And all transgression too much grief beside! What are innocent of ordinary hand of empire with had succeed. And, when so wise shall I sometimes breath of beauteous mair or flowers! He had rather Doctor, to search on Julia’s light have done?

               71

Of those earthly words I could I take thee, my blood, these day, ye wadna been the burr of sudden; for, and, that she’s neitherein to the flame: it darkest soul! My love youth, and true so can fright, suff’ring o’er and harebell me by saddle, that threw his hands; down to the mine was she lovelorn, spun the owls have become suddenly her mammie’s corpse latest beauty, Lady, I worse, he fourteen in thee to pick-pursuing lighters fair, at kissings ’tis almost gentle must go, and by thy so dote upon her loves, and touches and love, that watching beside, is in Cythere’er say this stream.

[books-and-catears]

"Would you mourn for me when I'm gone?"

Lucifer

You could tell Lucifer stopped writing, because the noise of his pen scribbling against the paper stopped.

You looked up to see him glaring at you, bewildered.

"What did you just say, MC?"

"I meant if you'd mourn me when I die. Its perfectly fine if you can't! Demons are probably not as sensitive to death of humans and-

Lucifer was out of his seat. And before you knew it, the Avatar of Pride knelt in front you, his hands clasping yours.

The mere thought of your absence stabbed at his heart. Without you, his study and this whole house would fall silent. The sounds of your laughter are what made the chaos bearable. Without it, even his favourite records would sound like white noise.

His eyes were angry and pained. But they softened as you cupped his face with worry in your eyes.

"MC, you brought back a happiness I hadn't felt in a hundred millenia. Losing you would be like losing all the joy in the world. So don't ever speak of it again. I shall never let it happen."

Mammon

Mammon went deathly still. Gone was his usual erratic self as stared at you like he was frozen in time.

He wasn't even blinking. Maybe in fear that his tears would come spilling out.

"...what?"

"I just...well you know when I die for real, would you cry for me? I know it's so dark to ask this and---ah!"

Mammon had you tackled under him, arms holding you tight as if you'd spill over if he let go. He's never been greedier for you.

If you're no longer there, he has no one to hide behind when Lucifer comes attacking. He has noone to untie him from the ceiling. Noone to hold him on his worst days when everything feels like shit. You're the relief he feels after decades of pain.

"Mammon, are you crying?!!"

His eyes leaked and dampened your shoulders, his muffled cries rocking both of your bodies together. You regret ever asking as you attempt to coo and rub his hair.

"I'm supposed to be yer protector! Losing ya is the worst thing that can happen to me! I won't let that happen, ya hear me human?!"

Leviathan

Levi's character just stopped mid fight. He didn't even press pause on his game. The enemy kept attacking but his fingers remained still.

He wasn't even looking at you. He was staring at the part of the screen that said "Player 2: MC". And his hands started shaking.

"NO!"

"...Levi, are you okay... Did I say something wrong I'm sorry-"

Levi's tail darted out and wrapped around you in an instant, pulling you towards him. In that instant he forgot all shame.

Why? Why would you bring that up? How can he be okay? Without you, he has no player 2. He has no one to listen to him ramble and still care about him. And there's noone left for him to call his friend.

His cries were loud and endless, echoing through his room. You tried to cradle him and try to calm him down but he won't let you go.

"What will the Lord of Shadows do without his Henry?! You can't leave me alone like this! You won't right?? Right?! Losing you would a critical damage noone can heal."

Satan

The book slips from his hands onto your lap and his hands limp on your waist.

You turn back to meet his eyes. Ocean green eyes now covered in dew.

"....MC"

"I suppose it will be much quieter? I won't be here to annoy you and maybe your brothers will calm down too right-"

He promptly palmed your mouth shut. Do you not think twice before saying such horrid things? It's not that he's never thought of it. But he hates it. And talking about it just makes it seem like you'll be gone someday soon.

"S-Satan...are you...?"

Silence begotted by death isn't pleasant. The calm after a storm only thrusts in your face, the destruction the storm left behind. In his wrathful heart, you brought hope and love. And now you speak of taking it all away and leaving him in the dark again?

His tears are silent and sobs are heavy as he holds you so close to himself, trying to engulf you within himself. Afraid you might spill over and disappear if he dare let go.

"No I will not mourn you. I would never have to. I WILL keep you next to me forever. Losing you would mean losing every last ray of light you brought into my life."

Asmodeus

Asmo stared at your reflection in the mirror horrified. As if he was staring at your ghost.

He was brushing your hair, and now his hands were frozen, the brush dropping to the floor with a loud thud.

"...MC... what"

"Ah don't worry I'll still come back to haunt you a ghost or something? That's possible right? I have no idea what happens after I die-"

"No shut up!" Asmo fell on his knees, hugging your waist from behind like a hurt child. "Stop saying that MC!"

Noone gave the Avatar of Lust, more love than you did. As much as he loved his beauty, he knew you loved him despite the hideousness that lay underneath his skin. And noone was more accepting of his affection than you.

"Asmo...Asmo! You'll hurt your knees!"

His voice cracked as he broke down, holding you for support and saying no over and over again, denying even the idea of you ever going away with no way to return.

"Whatever will I do without you around? It's hard for me when you go back to the human world and now you're talking of never returning? I ABSOLUTELY WONT HAVE IT! Losing you will take away the only one who saw me for me."

Beelzebub

Beel didn't even let the thought register at first. He kept on munching on a bag of chips, all smiley and content. "Gone where MC? You're going to the Celestial realm again?"

"Maybe not Celestial realm. I haven't done enough good to be sent there. I wonder who will decide my fate after I die for good? But would you mourn me?" You ask..

His smile drops immediately. No. No no no. What do you mean 'after you die for good'? Is something wrong? Why are talking about this now? Are you not feeling well? Did you eat something bad? Was it Solomon-

"Beel? What's wrong?"

His eyes teared up instantly as he reached for you and hoisted you up in his arms to hold you close. No it's okay, he told himself. You're right there in his arms. You're safe. He'll keep you safe.

He remembered everything you ever did for him. Protecting him from Lucifer, freeing his twin brother, never getting mad at his constant hunger and even giving your life essence away just to save him. No you cannot leave yet, there's too he's grateful for.

"Noone will have to mourn. I will keep you safe here MC. I will give you the best of foods that will keep you healthy and strong forever. I cannot lose my family again, MC."

Belphegor

He was asleep on your lap but now his eyes shot wide open and his breath hitched.

He tilted his head to look at you, staring out of the window, your face aglow with the Devildom moonlight.

"No shut up. Shut up about that." He could barely speak.

"You know the first time I died, all I saw was this white void with echoes of a voice I've never heard before. I wonder if I'll end up there again-"

Belphie instantly put his closed palm gently over your mouth to stop you from talking. He felt you breathing warmly on his fingers. It made him feel safe. You were okay, you were alive.

"Belphie..?"

He promptly pushed you down and started spooning you from behind. The rise and fall of your back against his chest gave him reassurance too. He let his stray tears fall onto his pillow.

He had nightmares about this. So many nightmares where you just decided never to forgive him and disappear forever somewhere he could never touch you again. He imagined your absence and it was overwhelmingly lonely.

"I won't make the same grave mistake twice. I won't let you get hurt again. I won't let you go again, MC. Losing is you is one less reason to wake up in the morning."

[spookitordukeit]

?!?!?!? Hdhshsgishsisgos!?!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAA???????!!!!?!?! Hello???? Excuse you?!?!?

Sobbing. Sobbing and dying of the ground. I am. Passing. Spirit leaving.

LOOK AT HIM!!! YOU!!!! YOU DREW HIM!!! BUT BETTER!!!!

A U G H

I’m taking physical damage from how beautiful he is. You get it!!!! You get the vision!!! Rraaaahhhhhhh he’s so pretty!!! His big ‘ol eyes and all his sharp fins— I’m 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Speaking of eyes! Lune’s definitely have a tapetum lucidum to give them that extra bit of help seeing in pitch black waters. It’s a little layer of reflective cells behind the retina that assist in low light conditions like deep waters— it also makes the eyes give off that green/yellow shine at night! Like cats :3

And the whiskers!! I was literally thinking about adding them but I wasn’t sure where or how many— what you did is perfect!!! Get outta my brain— he’s so cat coded now and I love it 🩶🩶

LATERAL LINES?!?!??! I’m— I am— AUGH. YesYesYesYesYesYes one thousand yes’s. You get it!!!! I image that it’s extremely helpful when navigating through small caves to hunt tasty prey >:3

Crinotoxins!! I think I was literally describing that but I didn’t know that there was a specific word for it!!! Yes, one hundred percent agree with that.

Totally agree that he would feel like a shark, it would definitely be a surprise the first time you pet him in the ‘wrong’ direction!

Specialized tail hand!! Specialized tail hand!!! I love it!! Absolutely. Yes. I love it. Can you image the cute little marks it would leave on an mc??? Augh— insane about this actually. What if one of the cups was a little deformed, either from birth or from being damaged in a fight. And it left little heart shaped marks????

Imagine: You’re extremely annoyed because Moon dragged you away from a wreak just as you were about to get the final scan for a tool you’ve desperately needed— just because a sand shark got a little to close. You could’ve taken it easily!

But of course Moon won’t take you back, and you didn’t place a beacon, so now your fuming in your life pod and vehemently ignoring the sad little scratching sounds outside as you clean the blood from your wrist.

Moon grabbed a little too hard in his haste to remove you as you struggled, and forgot just how delicate human skin can be. The teeth of his suckers bit deep, and there’s a line of them wrapping around you wrist and forearm.

So you’re sitting there, angry and hissing in pain as you flush the wound to prevent infection, because who knows what is on this planet— and you pause, finding this odd little heart dug into your wrist.

And of course Moon choses This exact moment to hiss so very pitifully, promising that he is oh so sorry, it was an accident. He swears. And you just, look at that little heart. Then you sigh as you, unfortunately, find him tragically endearing.

Augh. Insane about this. Very ill actually.

Also!!! He probably has incredibly sensitive teeth, like many sharks do. Even though he has hands, he is one hundred percent biting everything out of pure curiosity. Using the pressure sensitive nerves to learn more about every new thing you pull out of your pod. He only sometimes breaks things…

Ohhhhhh don’t ask me thissss noooooo it would be soooo terribleeeee if I answered thisssss in excruciating detailllll noooooo—

….So!! >:3 I have many thoughts!!

In terms of interbreeding, I think it would be similar to horses and donkeys. It’s possible for the two to breed, but very, very rarely. So rare in fact, that I don’t think any human of 4546b has ever recorded seeing one—

I will very tentatively say the a successful interbreeding attempt between the two would result a ‘Eclipsis’ (Latin derived to match the other two) ((idk what else to do with eclipse tbh, so this is my best idea rn))

The offspring would be completely infertile, unable to breed with others of it kind, as well as being unable to breed with Sol’s and Lune’s.

They very rarely make it to adulthood, as both Lune’s and Sol’s are highly specialized. So a mix between the two leaves the resulting offspring unable to compete with either of them in their niche. That, and due to the fact that Sol’s are already unstable without a Lune, and Lune’s are a very delicate balance of toxins— an Eclipses’ body will often poison itself before their life can even start. Resulting in many unhatched eggs and still births.

In very rare cases though, an Eclipsis can turn out a perfect balance of a Lune and Sol.

If they are born with just the right balance, they can manage both the toxins they hold in their body, and the unending energy from the Sol. It is extremely rare, but they could become even better the both of their parents, a perfect self-sustaining system that relies on neither of the two.

In some such cases, they may end up chasing out other Lune’s or Sol’s and decimate their hunting grounds.

Eclipsis’ are more successful if the offspring is carried by a Sol and sired by a Lune.

Moving away from hybrids:

Once a year, when the sun is the closest to the planet and the waters are the warmest, the breeding season for the creatures of 4546b will begin.

When a bonded pair decide they are ready for offspring, they will venture out a look for others to form a temporary shiver with. They will travel and hunt together weeks before breeding season fully hits, carefully deciding if they are optimal mates. If either party is deemed undesirable, the shiver will part ways in search of more satisfactory breeding partners.

Lune’s look for long, powerful tails and bright lures. They favor partners with stronger toxin potency and fewer scars. Less scars means that they’re successfully able to escape and avoid being hunted— so a Lune with many scars may be rejected often.

Lune’s are also known to be quite vain, having personal preferences on the color of lure, as well as the shapes and density of the blotches that cover they’re bodies. For some, you could be a perfect specimen! Long, lithe, a bright, enticing lure and perfect, unblemished skin— but you just don’t have the right pattern they’re looking for, or the certain color lure they’d prefer. Lune’s are quite finicky when choosing their breeding partners!

A Lune will first show interest in a breeding partner by flaring the white luminescent patches of their body in enticing ripples. (I believe photophores would make the most sense) If the other accepts the invitation, the two will engage in a complex dance, slowly becoming closer as they carefully graze against each other, using their highly sensitive sense of touch to examine every inch.

A delicate exchange of crinotoxin will occur while they acquaint themselves, safely acclimating the two to each other.

Once the dance and tentative exploration of each other has been deemed complete, the two will swim alongside each other for hours, twining their tails, flashing their lures, skin lighting up in intricate patterns, as well as performing complex maneuvers to impress one another to show off their agility and endurance.

If all goes well, the two will find themselves together in a den for the next few days. They prefer breeding during stormy nights.

As for Sol’s, I think they would favor more scars, actually. The more grisly the better. More scarring shows that you are a good protector, capable of surviving attacks from many predators. A very desirable trait to want your offspring’s to have! They look for strong bodies, bright colors, large flukes, and high energy.

Sol’s will signal their interest in mating by flaring the large tentacles around their head, along with emitting a complex series of clicks, bellows, and whistles while they swim circles around their potential partner to entice them into a chase.

If accepted, the two while speed off into open waters, occasionally overtaking each other to switch the chaser and chasee. They will bump into each other, breach the surface and leap over one another, run the other off course, and commonly kill any prey that happens to be nearby. This will go on for hours, or even days. The longer it goes on, the higher the probability of mating.

Eventually, one will either swim away if disinterested, or the two will fall into a frenzy and fight until one is deemed the ‘winner’. To put it bluntly, the winner is the one tops first. During the hottest part of the days, and during the planets’ frequent eclipses is their preferred time to mate.

This time is incredibly sensitive for both Sol’s and Lune’s, and the intricacies of finding a suitable breeding partner are oftentimes exhausting. Every moment is spent assessing each other, noting the way they swim, hunt, any deformities they may have— they aren’t breeding for love. They are breeding for survival. And every parent wants their child to have the best chance at life possible.

Shivers can be as little a 3-4, or as big as 12 as they decide who they’d like to breed with. Though, the bigger they are, the more that their territorial instincts can get out of hand.

Once they’ve decided on their partners, (which can be multiple) they will find a suitable location to base up for the next week. (Lol fish orgy)

During this time, Lune’s will become incredibly toxic, as their body works overtime to compensate for the influx of Sol’s around. It is important that Sol’s manage their Lune by helping to drain the access often.

Sol’s can become incredibly territorial, and it it’s not unheard of for fights to break out between them even in the midst of breeding. Though It’s possible that the fighting may actually help settle them enough to remain level for the rest of the time.

Lune’s and Sol’s can both become aggressive with their partners as the season peaks, and it’s more often than not that all parties will leave covered in bite marks. As is typical with most sharks.

As for gender, I think I’ll go with them both being simultaneous hermaphrodites. Meaning they possess fully functional male and female reproductive organs at the same time. A real life example would be the Hamlet fish! (Really cool stuff if you wanna look into it :3)

Located towards the upper middle of their tail (around where you drew the first set of ventral fins on Moon maybe??) is a slit that remains hidden unless mating. It houses both that male and female reproductive organs.

For Lune’s, this entails two uterus’s, an oviduct, ovary’s and eggs. Along with internal testis, ductus deferens, a sperm sac, and a two prehensile phallus’s that remains within the slit until stimulated. They are situated vertically on top of each other, with the top one being around half the size of the ‘main’ one. Sort of like if a clitoris was a functioning penis as well.

Lune’s are oviparous. Meaning their eggs are fertilized internally and developed for a period of time ranging from 2-3 months before being laid. The eggs are held within large, leathery cases that are sometimes referred to as mermaid purses here on earth. They typically lay 2-10 eggs, with half making it to full maturity.

Lune’s prefer to lay their eggs in deep, dark caves amongst dense flora to hide them from predators. They will guard their eggs relentlessly for months until they hatch, meticulously tending to their hidden den in preparation for their young.

Sol’s are almost exactly the same, except that they only have one uterus, and one phallus. Due to their nearly unending energy levels, it only makes sense from an evolutionary standpoint that Sol’s are ovoviviparous, meaning the eggs develop, incubate, and hatch within the uterus before being birthed as live young. As they are not than able to compensate for that burden.

This period lasts up to a year, and the number of pups range from 12-32. Healy or less will make it to full maturity.

While having the same genders internally, they are able to eternally present as other genders as well, much like with such examples on earth.

Male Lune’s are longer, with darker blue, to almost black patterning. Their lures tend to be longer, but with thinner ends. Shoulders tend to be broader, but with slimmer waists.

Female Lune’s have shorter but thicker lures, thanks to more built in fat deposits. Their dorsal fins tend to be larger and more vibrant in color, and their toxin is typically more potent than males. They also have longer claws. And they tend to have lighter blue or purple patches patches.

Both male and female Lune’s have white, iridescent skin.

Male Sol’s have longer head tentacles, and bright yellow patterns. They usually have two dorsal fins, one large one and one smaller one. They also have more tubercles running down their chest, arms, and back. And usually scar white as well.

Female Sol’s have smaller head tentacles and more orangish patterns. They also have only one dorsal fin. They scar gray, and are generally much larger than the males. They also may have hooked claws.

But how can you tell that they have a gender if they don’t display one??? By politely asking for their pronouns of course!! :D (idk bro the Hamlet fish do it and I want to have my cake and eat it too—)

Honestly the Lune’s and Sol’s are incredibly intelligent, with the brains being equal, if not even more superior then humans. So they do have a complex language of their own, spoken and unspoken. They probably have something like seven genders that they identify as, but humans pick out the distinct differences as ‘male’, ‘female’, and any mixes as something other. Non-binary perhaps, demi, or even bi-gender.

Maybe they have slightly different dialects they use for different genders, like a male would speak in one way and one whose non-binary would speak with a different inflection. Like accents, but for gender??? Idk, I know that whales and dolphins have accents depending on their pod, even though humans can’t really tell. To us it’s just whale sounds! So maybe they have something similar.

All this being said, there are vast differences on how two Lune’s or two Sol’s would court, compared to how a Lune and Sol would court.

A Sol and Lune’s courting process is much longer, and much more intensive.

The process can be initiated by either the Lune or the Sol.

A Sol may show interest in a Lune by following them a distance, warding off potential predators and leaving food offerings where the Lune may happen upon. This is to prove that they are a successful protector and provider.

A Lune may show interest by rubbing bits of their toxin in spots the Sol visits frequently. A Lune will also respond to a Sol’s food offerings in the same way, or by leaving their toxin on the leftover bones, as Sol’s frequently enjoy eating the mineral rich marrow.

The two will interact only at this set distance for weeks, this exchange is extremely important to both of them. The Sol will attempt to prove their worth in strength, and the Lune will attempt to prove their worth by whether or not their toxin is enough to provide the Sol with relief.

Sometime during this phase, the two may flirt, even from a distance.

Lune’s may glow while eating the food the Sol provides, the effect is mesmerizing to a Sol, and induces a lot of pleased, content, satisfied, chemicals in their brain.

Sol’s may produce a low, rumbling purr while they rub up against the spots the Lune leaves their toxin, much like a cat. Lune’s are incredibly sensitive to the vibrations the sound creates, and the instilled effects are very pleasing, and even sensual to Lune’s.

The next stage involves more gifts, more displays, and a lot more flirting.

Lune’s will leave offerings of deep cave-dwelling fish that are rich in minerals Sol’s need but find hard to access. An easy feat for a lithe, and agile Lune. It’s at this stage where a Lune may start to tentatively follow the Sol into their territory, perhaps even to their den. The Lune is still a bit flighty at this stage, so they will only enter a Sol’s den when the Sol is away. They will mark the den with larger amounts of their toxin, the more toxin, the more interested the Lune is.

Sol’s will hunt larger and more impressive predators, as well as collecting soft, deep-sea flora that Lune’s prefer to make their nests out of. It’s located in open waters, where larger predators roam, making it a challenge for a Lune to acquire. Sol’s may start to carefully creep closer, and following the Lune more intently.

Lune’s will close the distance completely when ready, but teasingly so. Swimming up close with their patterns glowing softly, almost within arms distance before quickly shooting away.

They make a dance out of it. Long, shimmering, and elegant as they circle around the Sol, too far to touch, but close enough to feel the water shift around them. It’s an unspoken rule that the Sol is not allowed to initiate contact, even if the Lune is oh so pretty and tempting as they swim in unhurried circles around them, showing off every inch of their glimmering skin and sharp fins.

Sol’s will show off in impressive feats of strength, such as using their powerful flukes to shoot themselves from the deep sea and launch themselves into open air. They will also bask in nearby areas, stretching out on display and purring to entice the Lune closer, proudly showing off their battle scars. It is often a very effective method of luring even the most skittish of Lune’s.

When the Lune is confident in the Sol’s eligibility as a mate, the Lune will approach while the Sol is basking, except instead of darting away teasingly or admiring from afar, the Lune will lay itself across the Sol’s back.

The first full body contact is incredibly monumental, more then just the Lune brushing against the Sol, or the little fleeting glances of touch. Full body contact is when the Lune signals that they have agreed to bond with the Sol.

It allows full potency dose of the Lune’s toxin to enter the Sol via skin contact, and is often the first time a Sol will rest deeply since parting from their origin shiver. The two will rest together, the Lune finally having a proper outlet of for it build up of toxins, and the Sol finally able to rest from their constant energy.

It’s common that the first sleep will last a full day as the two equalize each other. When they awake a whole new courting begins.

Touching becomes more frequent as the two grow close. Twining their tails, tangling their head adornments together, brushing up against each other at any given opportunity— both species are incredibly physically affectionate.

It’s common for the two to share nuzzled kisses, lures and tentacles tangled up in each other. Lune’s will bask frequently on the back of Sol’s, carefully hooking themselves to their backs as the Sol prowls their territory.

The two will continue to court even as they begin their new joined life together. Claiming new territory, constructing a shared den, and slowly learning about each other.

RRAAAAAAAAAAAA

I’m so insane actually, that was so much brain effort and needing out— hopefully all my word vomit is understandable!!! Sorry it took me a few days— a lot of researching went into this, and the image of Sun was fighting me for a while.

The boy in question:

(I prommy he has hands, they’re just my mortal enemy)

I decided on making him a shark/whale thing? More orca in behavior than anything—

I decided on a whales fluke, shark teeth, and tentacles for his head petal things. He’s an odd one— but I love him :3

His lower jaw teeth have a bunch of tiny serrated edges to slice into the thick hides of the smaller predators he hunts, and the upper jaw teeth have a specialized hook to lock onto his prey. He has two rows of teeth that fall out and regrow often, and his back teeth are more molar shape so he can crunch on bones and shells. His favorite foods are cave crawlers and bone sharks :3

He has two sets of pectoral fines to help him swim effectively for long distances. Lune may be built for speed, but Sun is built for distance and endurance.

He also has tentacles around his face that have tiny hooked needles within the cups that assist in latching onto prey, similar to the Reaper Leviathan’s face grabby things. The needles typically stay sheathed unless being actively used, making the tentacles mostly harmless.

Speaking of Reapers, I think I’d be fun lore if Sols’ and Reaper Leviathans’ had a relationship similar to ancient sharks and the Megalodon— aka they hate each other and compete for the same food source, with the smaller of the two being better suited to their niche and eventually causing the larger to go extinct. Idk, seemed neat.

Other then that! Sun in particular has some neat scarring, the most prominent of which being the burn/exploding scare on his face. It leaves the vision in that eye kinda blurred and wonky, but it still works! Even if it doesn’t open all the way anymore. It happened as a pup when he escaped from his parents vision for 0.2 seconds and got a little too close to a Crashfish— (all the Sols think it’s pretty smexy that his injury doesn’t hinder him)

The bite on his shoulder is from one of his first fights with a Sandshark, and the one on his pectoral fin is from a particular aggressive Stalker. The two puncture marks on his arm is from a Blood crawler, and the claw marks across his torso area are actually from another Sol. Besides that, Sun has a lot of unspecified scars pretty much everywhere.

As for size, I think I’ve decided on Sun being the size of an River prowler, (around 56 feet or 17 meters) and Moon being the size of a Sand shark ( around 39 feet or 11 meters)

Pictures from the interwebs for size reference:

I think that’s all I got for right now, it’s 4 am and I’ve been doing nothing but this for literally days— it’s very enjoyable! Lemme know if you have any more questions, and feel free to add anything you think is missing!! As you can see I’m very ill about this AU concept— so I’m more then willing to ramble endlessly >:3

P.s. if you see any typos, no you didn’t

Just played Subnautica and—

Hdjsbdjdbdjdbdj

I need someone to do a highly scientific and survivalist fic with Sun and Moon being two creatures who evolved to work along side eachother like— like wolves and crows or something idk but you get the image

Like imagine, the horror of being alone, having EVERY distress call you race to answer where you’re just a little too late, watching your only chance of escape get shot out the fucking sky—

And then just being, watched. Observed. Studied. By two creatures who follow your every move. Who watch as you drag yourself though wave after wave of grief, terror, and hopeless.

Bdjdvdjdvsi somebody else write it because I have too many fics as it is!!!!! RAAAAAAAGGGGG would be so cool 😔 sighhhhhhhh

[fangirlvibez]

The Bradshaw son and Seresin daughter - part 2

Characters: Bradley Bradshaw x female!OC Madison Ella Hanscott, Son!OC Nicolas Peter Bradshaw, Jake Seresin x female!OC Quinn Kelsell, Daughter!OC Hazel Alexandra Seresin, Son!OC Benjamin Jacob Seresin

Warnings: in this chapter: mention of teenage pregnancy, mention of abortion, slut shaming, mention of taking advantage. (Let me know if I forgot a warning)

Summary of the story: The 16 year old daughter of Jake Seresin gets pregnant. The dad: the 18 year old son of Bradley Bradshaw. How will the dads react to their kids becoming teen parents?

A/N: English is not my first language, so if there is any spelling or grammar errors: please let me know

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His eyes wander back to the pregnancy test before finding his daughters eyes again. He can see tears coming to her green eyes. “You’re not pregnant are you?” He asked.

The room filled with silence. The only sound you could hear was cutlery hitting plates and the exciting tail of Sparky. Slowly Quinn also turned to her daughter, who only got more tears in her eyes. The young girl let out a sob. “I’m so sorry, we used protecting. I swear” she cried. Putting her head in her hands. Nick didn’t dare to look at his girlfriend or any of her family members.

Jake stood up, his protective father side coming out. “Who’s the father?” He asked with a strict voice. Hazel didn’t dare to look up and answer him. She had put her hands down again and was staring at her plate. She started to count the left-over peas on her plate. The Bradshaw parents share a worried look. Maybe they should leave. This wasn’t their place to be. At least that is what they thought.

“I asked: who is the father Hazel?” Jake stood with full body at the end of the table. Arms crossed, staring at the side of his daughter face. The Seresin kids haven’t seen their dad this strict and angry since they were little kids. Since Hazel was 9 and Benjamin was 7. When they were playing in their dads office, running around the desk and accidentally bumping into it. The shock of the desk made the coffee mug spill its content all over important documents. Important documents which Jake had worked on for at least 3 weeks. It was the first time the kids had heard their dad yell as loud as he could. He never before had yelled this loud to his kids. Not when Benjamin playing soccer in the house and broke the TV. Not when Hazel drew all over the walls with permanent marker and not even when the kids scratched drawings into his new car. Jake Seresin always tried to be the loving father he never had. He had given them 2 months of house arrest. The day after he apologized to his kids for his yelling. Hazel doubted that he would apologize after the dinner for his strict voice.

“Hazel.” Even Bradley was shocked with the strictness of Jakes voice. “I’m not asking again. Who is the father?” For a moment it got silent again. Jake was still staring at his daughter. Quinn was also looking at her, anticipating on her answer. Benjamin was petting Sparky, who wondered off to him when Bradley stopped petting him. All Benjamin wanted to do was leave to his room. Nick was still staring at his plate. Still scared to meet anyone eyes. He knew Hazel was going to say his name in less than a minute. All he hoped was that hell wouldn’t break loose when both pair of parents will hear his name come out of the girls mouth. Bradley and Madison were holding hands under the table. Feeling bad for the young girl. Not knowing that that feeling will be turned up side down in the next 10 minutes.

“Nick” a quiet voice said. “What did you say?” Jake asked, hoping he heard the wrong name coming from his daughter. Hazel looked up into her father eyes. The green eyes that matched her green ones. “It’s Nick” she repeated. For the third time that evening it got silent in the room. The whole table turned to Nick now. “Is that true?” Madison asked her son. She was shocked with how quite her voice sounded. Nick looked up at his parents and slowly nodded his head. “Yes, we’ve ..” before he finished his sentence, he turned to Hazel. Their eyes meet and Hazel nodded. Their parents should know. “We’ve been dating for over a year” he told the table.

“I can’t believe this” Jake said. Hazel could hear the disappointment in his voice. She was mentally preparing for what her father had to tell her. How she was irresponsible and reckless. But her head shot up when the words came out of his mouth. “I can’t believe you Bradshaw. Your son took advantage of my daughter!” He was turned to his best friend. Bradley looked up at his supposed to be best friend. “My son?” He asked. “Who says my son did something wrong? Maybe it was your daughter who couldn’t shut her legs” he said slowly standing up as well. Hazel shared a look with Nick. How can this happen? Now their dads where fighting. “Are you calling my daughter a slut?” Jake said stepping closer to Bradley. The mustached man let out a chuckle. “Have you seen the way she dresses? No 16 year old should wear that unless they want some attention.” Hazel looked down at her outfit. She was wearing a t-shirt dress. More tears started to form in her eyes. Did people really think that about her? That she was a slut?

Nick couldn’t believe what he heard. Did his dad really slut-shame his girlfriend? He wanted to tell his dad off. He wanted to tell him to shut up. But he knew he couldn’t, it would only cause more drama. “Oh really?” Jake asked. The two men were almost standing chest to chest now. The mothers were worried for their husbands. They could start fighting any moment now. “Maybe you should worry that your adult son slept with an underage girl” Jake took a step closer to Bradley. “Your son is a pervert” he slowly said. Bradley saw red and so was Jake. “Your son ruined my daughters life. Pregnant in high school.” “Your daughter ruined my sons life. He was going to go to the naval academy. How can he become a pilot when he needs to look after a baby?” Bradley voice started to get louder. Jake scoffed. “You need to have skill before becoming a pilot.” Bradleys fist tighten at his side. Ready to strike Jake in the face.

Madisons eyes grew wide. “Okay! Maybe we should sit down and talk this over” she rushed out of her chair in between the men. She held her husbands hand and guided him back to the chair. Quinn took Jakes hand from where she was sitting and guided him back to his chair. “Kids? Go sit in the living room for a little bit while we talk this over” Madison told her son and the Seresin kids. “What? Be we already tal..” Nick started to say. “I wasn’t asking. Go.” Madison said strictly, staring into her sons eyes. Benjamin didn’t hesitate before bolting out of his chair and running up the stairs to his room. Sparky following him, sensing that Nick wasn’t in the mood to play with him. Nick sighed and stood up from the chair following his girlfriend to the living room.

The couple sat next to each other on the couch. “Do you think I dress like a slut?” Nick turns to his girlfriend. “What? Absolutely not. I’m sure my dad didn’t mean it. They…, they just were trying to protect their kids” he said, reaching out for his girlfriends hand. Hazel nodded and took his hand in hers. “I’m sorry” she said after a moment of silence. “I should have trown the test away in the outside bin instead of the one in my room” Hazel yet again apologized to her boyfriend. “Don’t be sorry. If I had closed the door behind me, Sparky wouldn’t have been able to go in your room and go to the trash. I should be apologizing for the mess he probably made in your room.” Hazel let out a dried chuckle.

Minutes pasts, which felt like hours before Quinn came into the living room. The couple dropped each others hands when they noticed the older woman standing in the doorway. “Please come” she said with a gently voice only she could have in a stressful situation like this. It was probably the doctor in her that kept her this calm.

Nick and Hazel each took a seat next to their parents on the opposite side of the table. Jake sighed. “We talked this situation through. You guys are young and this was a mistake you both made.” He said. Hazel was looking at him. He had his fingers locked and his hands were laying on the table. He was staring at his fingers. Bradley took the word now. “Since you are still kids. We decided it’s best for us to make a decision.” Madison put her hand on Bradleys arm, encouraging him to keep talking. “We decided it is best for you guys to..” the teenagers looked at the older man. Hazel let out a loud sob again and Nick saw red when they heard the decision their parents made. “For you guys to get an abortion”

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I just read scrapnik Island and imagine Sonic crashing one of Eggman's planes on his way to catch you and he twists his ankle or breaks his leg

And since in canon he doesn't have any pain tolerance whatsoever (y'all are so right he's truly baby) he's on the ground sobbing while trying his best to still come off as evil and proud and you can't help but feel bad for the little insane blue guy with daddy issues

"I'm.... I'm gonna catch ya.... *sniff*.... you belong to....me now....ugh...ow....ow:(.......no one.....OUCH.....DEservESYoU....*SNIFFSNIFF*....BUT ME......ithurts....help...."

weren't you supposed to be running away right now?—

a cluster of anxiety gyrated within your stomach the more tears that dripped down sonic's cheeks, and the string of babbles begun to sound less psychotic; rather they sounded more doleful and it tugged at your heartstrings.

"help..." he sobbed, and without another thought flowing through your mind, you dropped to your knees to examine his fractured ankle. the rusty, iron contraption wreathed around him didn't look fit to be snug on his foot, but there wasn't anything else you could do about it. it was stabilizing his posture, after all.

"hey hey, it's okay," you soothed him with a delicate, airy tone to assure him you'd get things under control. "can you stand up? i'll help you, hold onto me."

behind the abundant tears, hearts arose from the depths of sonic's green eyes. "c-caught you," he winced, white-hot pain sweeping through the fissures of his leg as he clung onto you. "i won't let you go, i won't let you go! our love comes first, everything else after."

you were absolutely going to drop him somewhere relatively safe before deserting him and his injured leg—there's no way he'd be able to catch you, right? with how harrowing his voice sounds, you can't imagine he'd be able to go through that added pain. not when he strained just to amble beside you.

"if you let go of me, you'll fall... just focus on your own breathing, don't think about the pain."

although, you were pretty much trapped here on this island with him. he made tails' plane crash and he made your plane crash, storm aside. you couldn't find it in you to blame anything other than him.

oh god, it hurt, it hurt, it hurt. if it wasn't for your arm roped around him, sonic would be inconsolable. no matter how much it hurt, however, sonic's eyes reflected with his inordinate love for you. and so did the eyes in the murk.

"it's so dark in here," you said tentatively, dithering in your own resolve the more the two of you stumbled through the building. the surplus of abandoned, neglected parts unnerved you as they encased every room you passed. "can you shine that light up more, sonic?"

lifting the gadget of tails' that was propped between his fingers, sonic chuckled as the ravaged egg carrier came into view, "oh yeah, i forgot dad left that here."

... huh?

your blood ran cold, dread overflowing through your pulsating veins. suddenly, you had the realization that of course he knew about this island. there's no way he wouldn't.

before you could let go of him, you felt metallic wires worming up along your legs and coiling around your quivering form. glimpsing down, you saw decaying badniks gliding to you in plenitude. "no no, wait, wait-!" you choked out, finding him clasping onto you tauter; as if holding you so desperately helped alleviate his pain at last.

the hearts coruscating in sonic's eyes harmonized with the blinking lights of the badniks, making your skin crawl and your own set of tears begin to emerge.

"you can't leave this island without me. you need me," sonic grinned sardonically, "you really do belong to me. if you want to get off this island, you have to become mine. but even if you don't want to leave, we'll still be together here forever, won't we?♡"

[arty-chase]

A Failed Betrothal (4)

Am I doing this right? I mostly do write this when I am between the state of sleep and awareness. Hope you enjoy this.

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PART 4

Marinette came to a dungeon cell with two other prisoners. One of them was awake and he looked vaguely familiar. The other had an ugly red helmet that didn’t help with the headache she had.

“Do you know where we are?” She asked the handsome stranger with beautiful green eyes, her throat a little dry.

Wait. Handsome?

No bad Marinette. Don’t fall for fellow prisoners, no matter how cute he looks. Oh Kwamis, she was already screwed.

He still hadn’t replied. Maybe he didn’t understand French. She tried to ask again in another language before her enhanced hearing picked up the sound of footsteps. She faked unconsciousness. Later, she heard the iron door open. She looked through the tiniest slits of her eyes she could muster while the two held a staring/glaring match. Oh shit, that’s the fame Talia Al Ghul, daughter of Ra’s, head of the League of Shadows, and the boy she was glaring at had some resemblance to her, so he must be her son, Dennis? Daniel? Damon?

"Damian, I hope you know what you should do."

Ohh..Damian. Where had she heard that name before?

"To be forcefully married to that little girl. She is no one special. Why am I getting married to her?"

Ouch, that hurts. Well, Damian, just because I forgot your name does not mean you can call me a little girl. I can also kill you very easily and painfully.

“Well, Jason, you are awake. You can be the best man for the wedding.”

“No. I don’t know what game you are playing but you better release us. B is gonna find us and you will pay. Let the girl go. She is innocent in all of this.” Red Helmet, Jason, is officially not going on her hit list for his atrocious fashion choices. But that red monstrosity still needs to go.

"Ladybug may not seem like it but she possesses great power that my father converted for centuries. Speaking of, she should be awake by now."

Marinette felt her hair being yanked. A little pain was expected but the really sharp claws digging into her scalp was not. Making her cry and tear up.

”I am so sorry, kit.” Plagg whispered in the kwami language, loosening his claws.

"Tch, See, she is more pathetic than I thought. She is not powerful." Damian growled out.

Geez, thanks for the compliment, it’s not like you ever had a tiny cat dig its claws into your scalp out of surprise. (Damian once had a kitten thrown at his head and if he knew about Plagg, he would have been sympathetic.) Marinette started begging for mercy, hoping they would buy the helpless girl out of the suit that is ill-suited for the job she had been chosen for and had no idea on how to escape.

“Like I thought, weak. She is not deserving of the title of my wife.”

Oh kwamis, what did she ever do to have such a picky groom? The more he insults her, the less she wants to be married to him.

"Appearance can be deceiving. Despite her demeanor, she is the current wielder of the Ladybug Miraculous and the Current Guardian. The old Guardian, the old fool had promised her in exchange for his protection."

Great, another reason to stop her mother from killing a senile old man.

"That doesn't mean I want to marry her. She is not worthy of an Al Ghul or a Wayne. Look at her, crying at the slightest feeling of pain."

So that’s where she heard it from. The boy was the son of the daughter of a guy who leads a secret order of assassins and a man that owns a multi-million business. How even did a billionaire meet an assassin, ends up in bed with her and lives? Something to think about for later. She quieted down her sobs, (beat that acting, Rossi) kept her voice low to hatch out a plan with Plagg in the kwami language while the mother-son duo bickered.

“Hey, Plagg before you go, you think I can do that thing, the one which your one of your past holders from Japan can do.”

“You have a lot of potential for destruction but you have not used the ring for a long time yet so I am not sure.”

“I will give it a go anyways. Nothing to lose after all. See you later, Plagg.” Marinette smiled, one that drove fear into the hearts of even the bravest of people. Plagg returned it, already loving the new Guardian before zipping out of the cell to do some scouting. Using the enhanced strength the French superheroine got from prolonged use of the Miraculous, she yanked the chains of the walls and wrapped them around Talia’s neck, cutting off her air supply.

The League of Assassins thought that they could kidnap her and get away with it. But they were no match for the daughter of Sabine Cheng, the deadly Blue Reaper. A high ranking member from the group of assassins and mercenaries called the Guild of Night, who had semi-retired. Kidnapping her was a bad move to make as it meant they had declared war on the Guild, despite the reason behind her abduction having a completely different intention.

She whispered as such to the older woman in her tight grip, making sure the League would know how much they had fucked up. After dropping the limp body, she took a deep breath and tried channeling some of her energy for what she was about to do.

Well, here goes nothing.

She breathed out on the shackles, turning it to rust.

Success!

She introduced herself as Lady and concentrated the energy from before into her hand, forming inky black orbs of destruction in order to free her fellow captives. She felt a little drained from doing magic out of the suit and tried not to show it. Plagg returned, informing her of where the Ra’s and the Pits were. She grinned at the thought of showing old Ra’s who the boss is and made sure he regretted ever messing with her. She explained about Plagg as vaguely as she can, no need to let anyone know about the miraculous than necessary. Sure her plan sounds insane but the boys don’t know who they were with.

She would worry about that curse after she got out of Nanda Parbat. Although she could probably find something in the grimoire to reverse it, she was still an amateur at magic so it was best to have a professional to take care of it. Marinette didn’t want to be with such an asshole, no matter how striking he looks in those regal robes.

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Picking off the League assassins, one by one was easy especially in her transformed state. She hadn’t appraised her suit properly but from what she had seen, it wasn’t like Chat Noir’s leather get-up. She was armoured in vital areas and her colour scheme was mainly black with green accents. There were vials that were probably poisons and pouches which she decided to look at later. She still had a long braid as a tail from her brief stint as Lady Noire and she wondered why her suit was different. While hiding in a niche she found, she called the bakery via the comm in one of her various pouches.

“Hello?”

“Papa, it’s me, Marinette. Do you know where Maman is?”

“She went out of Paris, talking about how this League must pay. I think she is meeting up with several of her old friends. Are you alright, my little blossom? I know you can take care of yourself but I worry.” The relief in Tom’s voice was palpable. However, she was right and the Guild was going to war against the League. Marinette was adored by nearly everyone in the Guild due to her strangely bubbly and cheery personality in the harsh and brutal lifestyle.

“I am fine, Papa. Did Maman use the Horse to leave? And how are my friends?” She knew they might be in a panic after her disappearance.

“I think she did. I didn’t see Kalki when I went to feed the kwamis. Your friends panicked when they found out you were kidnapped. But they are fine now, mostly worried about you. Took care of some akumas and senti monsters by themselves. I think your fencer friend, Kagami, knows more about the League than she lets on.” Of course, she does. Her mother was a member of the Guild before being blinded due to a mission. Kagami and her actually first met during a reunion party of sorts.

“Thank you, Papa. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

She hung up and dialed the personal phone number her mother uses that only Marinette and her father knows about. She waited for the call to connect, trying to think of ways to stop her mother from storming into the League’s base of operation.

“Maman, it’s me. I know you want to attack the League right this minute. But I have a better plan. Can you get Tikki’s earrings from Alix? We can use them and the ring to destroy the Lazarus Pits. Make them really angry.” She peeked out of the niche she was hiding in. She had been there for a while and needed to move to gain some grounds.

“Where are you? And are you okay?” Panic and worry filled her usually composed mother’s voice.

“I am somewhere in Nanda Parbat and I am fine. I was nearly married off to Talia’s son but I am not now. I think.” Marinette replied. Better to rip that band-aid off before she showed up with her would-have-been-husband. She jumped out of the niche and looked

“Kalki, Full Gallop. Okay, we will talk about the ‘nearly married’ part later. What was this plan to destroy the Lazarus Pits?” Sabine thought she was already used to Marinette’s brand of craziness that was her normal but apparently, not.

“I am currently on my way there. Plagg said we need Tikki to get rid of them. Since the League pissed me off and by extension you and the rest of the Guild, I thought our first move against them is to destroy the Pits and a trail of bodies. By the way, can you get some cheese for Plagg?” Marinette ran through the halls, knocking out some poor sod with a whack on the head.

Silence. She thought Sabine had hung up when-

“Voyage. Alix, where are you? We need Tikki for one of Marinette’s insane plans. And Marinette, stay safe, sweety, I’ll be there in 15 minutes.”

“Bye, Maman. See you there.”

Marinette turned another corner, the last one before the path that leads to the entrance where the Lazarus Pits were. She only managed to find it with Plagg’s voice in her head, whispering directions and Tikki’s luck. Unfortunately, the luck ran out because the entrance had a lot of guards who had spotted her.

Crap.

She hoped her mother would get here soon. Thankfully, being transformed gave her a boost and would help her to hold her ground for a while.

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Damian and Red Hood followed the trail of unconscious bodies and sounds of fights, trying to find Lady. Damian was impressed at the level of her skills to defeat many of the League’s assassins although he could probably do better. They relied on his memory to find the Lazarus Pits which was their best bet to finding her as she claimed to be able to destroy them. If Lady possessed such powers, they must find out whether she is a threat to the world or not. And also break the infernal curse they have.

Red Hood was silent mostly. He made a few jabs about how kick ass his ‘bride’ was and how the current Robin should not let her get away. Damian tried really hard not to just maim his adopted brother and also ignore that little fluttering in his chest that happened every time they saw an unconscious assassin left behind by Lady. The sounds of fighting got louder as they got nearer to the entrance. They turned the final corner to see Lady fighting against the guards who outnumbered her. But she seemed to be doing fine against them. Mostly.

One had slipped through her defenses and nearly stabbed her in the back if it weren’t for Damian grabbing one of Red Hood’s guns and shooting a rubber bullet to the neck. He jumped into the fight, grabbing the fallen assassin’s sword and taking out the knife he got from his mother. Jason joined in too, not going to let the two teens have all the fun.

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“Thanks for the save, Al Ghul but I don’t know why you bothered when me being dead would solve your curse problem.” Lady said as the guards laid around them and they tried to catch their breath.

“It’s Wayne. I go by Wayne these days. Being an Al Ghul is not something I learned to be proud of. And as much as I don’t want this curse, your death is not worth that price.” he replied, “Although, I have to wonder why you would choose to die rather than live.”

She chuckled, “Okay, Wayne, to answer your question. Petty teenage drama makes death much more preferable. On top of that, I have responsibilities that I was practically forced into for doing one little act of kindness.” Her tone was joking but there was a touch of bitterness in it. It made Damian want to find out what caused it. Red Hood looked at her in concern. Lady went down the stairs, ignoring their reactions to her words. They followed her, not wanting to lose sight of her again.

The Lazarus Pits emitted a green glow that lit up the cave and cast strange shadows on the walls. At the edge of the glowing toxic green waters was a woman in dark blue clothing and strangely enough wearing sunglasses. Strapped to her sides were two Dao, ancient Chinese swords. She wore a vindictive expression on her face as she stood staring at the green lake, likely to kill anyone who gets in her way. Damian didn’t recognize the woman as part of the League but taking no chances, he got into a fighting stance and Hood did the same. Lady calmly approached the woman. He reached out to grab her to stop her suicidal nature when she shocked him by speaking to the blue-clad assassin in French,

“Hey, Maman, sorry I am late. I had a little trouble with the guards upstairs. You have Tikki?”

Lady’s mother rushed to hug her, “灵儿 (líng er), I am just glad you are alright. I knew you could handle yourself.”

How the hell did Lady’s mother get to the Lazarus Pits faster than them and snuck past several vigilant guards? Before Damian could question further, a red blur appeared and went to Lady’s face, hugging her cheek. It appeared to be the same size as Plagg but was red, looked like a bug and had a black dot on its forehead.

“Oh, Marinette, you are alright. I was so worried when your mother showed up, saying you were kidnapped and needed my earrings to escape.” Unlike Plagg’s nasally voice, her voice was sweet and shrill.

So, my bride’s name is Marinette. Such a unique name for an intriguing girl.

Wait what?

Wayne, stop thinking such ridiculous notions. That is probably the curse working. Resist against it. He will not be ensnared in the traps of such magic. He hoped that the curse will be reversed before he turns and act like those fools in Grayson’s idiotic shows or Todd’s ‘secret’ romance novels.

“I am fine now. See,” reassured Lady, “We actually need you and Plagg to reverse the Lazarus Pits to what it was before someone made the wish that resulted in them in the first place. Oh, I almost forgot. Plagg, claws in.”

Green light flashed, leaving Lady in her wedding robes (which actually flatter her body. Shit. Think of something else. Drake with a smug superior smile that needs to be wiped off his face. Grayson and his plans for ‘family bonding’) and Plagg to reappear.

“Cheese.” whined the cat-like kwami(?) to which the older woman held out a brown bag that smelled and made Plagg perk up in delight. He proceeded to open the bag, taking out a slice of stinky cheese, muttering about the greatness of camembert.

Todd cleared his throat and asked in English, “Umm...Pixie as much as your reunion is touching. Who’s the new lady?”

“Oh Right, sorry. Well, Red Hood, this is my mother, the Blue Reaper of the Guild of Night. Maman, this is Red Hood and the one next to him is my husband-to-be and Talia’s Spawn, Damian Wayne.”

Lady introduced them, also in English. Damian stilled in fear, recognizing the name. The Blue Reaper nearly became his mother-in-law. She was famous for her efficiency and ruthlessness. And gained her nickname from the blue clothing she often wore as she killed her targets. His eyes also widened at how his grandfather had gone a little too far now by kidnapping the Reaper’s daughter. There were other organizations that could possibly take down the League if it weren’t for the somewhat truce between Ra’s and the other leaders. The Guild was one of them and having the Lazarus Pits to revive their soldiers made the League a little more powerful. But if what the mother-daughter duo were planning succeeded, then the League was going to have one of its most deadly wars in its history and would probably never recover from.

“Tikki, Plagg, you guys ready?” asked Lady.

“Yes, Guardian.” They both replied and emitted a blinding red and green light which Damian shielded his eyes from. When it died down, the Lazarus Pits no longer glowed a toxic green and looked… like normal hot spring water.

“Oh. I wished I could see Ra’s face when he finds out.” Lady laughed. Plagg and Todd joined in.

“Pixie, I am beginning to like you.”

“Voyage. That being said, it’s time to go home, Marinette. Your father must be worried sick about us by now. I hope you boys can find your own way back.” A portal opened up, showing a cozy living room. Damian grabbed Lady’s wrist as she moved towards it.

“Wait, let us come with you. We need to contact someone to get rid of the curse on both of us. And we can also call our father to send us tickets for a ride home wherever you live.”

“Curse? Marinette, you never mentioned a curse in your call.” Blue Reaper said, raising her eyebrow.

“I will explain later. They can come with us and I am pretty sure Ra’s knows that we have escaped by now.” Lady grabbed the two brothers and dragged them through the portal.

She then threw herself onto the couch after releasing her hold on them and the two pocket gods went to comfort her after her ordeal. The Blue Reaper stood where the other portal was and fed a floating tiny gray horse, that must be the same species as Tikki or Plagg, some sugarcubes.

“You boys must be tired but the showers are upstairs and we might have some clothes your size. Dinner will be ready in an hour. You can stay the night if you want. Welcome to Paris.”

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(Part 5)

[sammykayandraichu]

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## **Chapter 3: This Isn’t a Game**

*“You think you’re waking up from a dream, until the dream refuses to end.”*

The storm had passed, but the silence it left behind was worse.

Morning filtered in through the moss curtain like a faded memory. Dew clung to the grass outside. The world smelled clean, like everything had been scrubbed raw by the rain.

Sammy woke to the sound of birds she didn’t recognize.

That should’ve been her first clue.

She was curled against Enigma’s side, her cheek against the warmth of his fur. For a moment—just a breath—she forgot.

But reality trickled in fast.

Her body ached. Her brace had warped during the storm, and now her knee throbbed like it had been hit with a hammer. Her pajamas were stiff with dried mud. Her hair stuck to her skin in cold, unpleasant strands.

She blinked, vision still fuzzy, and tried to sit up.

And then she heard it.

A chirp.

High-pitched. Melodic. Not a bird.

She knew that sound.

**“Rookidee,”** Enigma murmured, ears flicking toward the mouth of the cave.

Rookidee.

That was a Galar Pokémon.

A Galar *wild* Pokémon.

She froze.

Slowly—too slowly—her eyes adjusted to the green world outside. Rolling fields. Distant cliffs. Wild trees. No roads. No signs. No glowing map markers or Pokécenter jingles. No hum of power lines. No towers.

Not even the music.

Not even that familiar, looping comfort of a soundtrack that said *“You’re still safe here.”*

“…No.”

Her voice cracked on the word.

“No. No no no—”

Enigma stirred, his body tensing.

Sammy clutched her brace instinctively, but it wasn’t right. It wasn’t bracing anything. She didn’t have her phone. Her bag. Her glasses. Her meds. Her backup plan.

**There was no UI. No menu.

No restart. No wake-up.

No save point.**

This wasn’t a dream.

This wasn’t a game.

And it wasn’t *her* version of the world.

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Her hands shook. Her chest collapsed in on itself.

She pressed both palms against the side of her head, rocking without meaning to, the breath already starting to leave her in sharp, broken little gasps.

“No—no, I—I don’t—I can’t—”

She needed a reset button.

She needed *out.*

This world didn’t care that she was sick. That her bones weren’t built for climbing hills or sleeping on stone. That she couldn’t run. That she couldn’t breathe.

This world didn’t care about accommodations. Or access. Or breaks.

She was *here.*

And no one even knew she was gone.

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Enigma moved before she could spiral deeper.

He pressed into her side, tail curling across her lap, soft static rising around her. His paws gripped the front of her shirt—not tight, just there. Weight. Pressure. Familiar.

His eyes met hers—glowing violet, steady and ancient.

*Breathe.*

She tried. She couldn’t.

He sparked softly, letting the pulse of his power mirror her panicked heart, then slow. A metronome. A rhythm. *Hers.*

She pressed her forehead to his, gasping like a fish on land. Like the air wasn’t enough. Like she was drowning in sunlight.

“I c-can’t be here,” she whispered, barely audible. “I can’t survive here, En…”

He hummed—a low, crackling sound that wrapped around her like a childhood blanket.

*You’re not alone. I’m here.*

But the panic was too big to stop.

She gripped his fur hard, tears spilling hot and sudden again.

“I’m not— I’m not strong. I’m not one of th-those people who f-figure it out and become a hero and—and fix everything—”

Enigma didn’t answer. He didn’t correct her. He didn’t ask her to be strong.

He just *stayed*.

Pressed against her side, he let her sob into the shell of what was supposed to be adventure.

And when the worst of it passed—when her breathing finally slowed, when she hiccupped through the last few gasps of her fear—he shifted, nudged her up, and very quietly began to gather things from the edge of the cave.

Berries. Leaves. Stones.

Useful things.

Because the world might not be a game anymore.

But he still played it for her.

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**Chapter 1: A Rainy Thursday**

*“You don’t need to be ready. You just need to begin.”*

The rain was the first thing she noticed.

Cold. Constant. Drenching. It soaked her clothes, her hair, her skin—like the sky itself was trying to erase her.

Then came the second realization: **she couldn’t breathe.**

Not because anything was blocking her airway, but because panic wrapped around her chest like a vice. Her hands curled against the wet grass beneath her, trembling violently. Her pajama pants clung to her legs like chilled clingfilm, and her t-shirt offered no warmth, no comfort. She was barefoot. Blind without her glasses. Disoriented.

Alone.

Her breath caught in her throat. **Where was she?**

The world didn’t look right. The green was too green. The sky too vast. The air… it buzzed with something unnatural, something *wrong*.

“N-no…” she whispered, voice ragged and nearly lost in the wind. “N-not… real… I—wh… where—?”

The words snagged in her mouth. Her stutter tangled with her fear. **Not now. Please, not now.**

She pressed her fists to her head, willing the world to slow down. She needed a plan. A phone. A map. A hospital. Her meds. Her **brace.** God, her leg was screaming. Her knee throbbed deep in the joint, the familiar ache of old damage—but worse now, unsupported, unbalanced.

**Was this a breakdown?**

A delusion?

**Had something finally snapped?**

Her heart pounded, erratic and cruel. Her breath turned shallow, sharp. Too fast. Not enough.

**She was going to die here.**

And then—

**Lightning.**

A crack split the sky with a flash so bright it scorched her eyes. She flinched and curled into herself, her shoulders hitching up by instinct.

But the thunder didn’t come alone.

A presence slammed into her side—solid, warm, *alive*.

She screamed.

Until she saw him.

A shape she knew better than her own reflection.

**Bronze fur. Violet eyes. A long, curling tail that glowed faintly in the gloom.**

“E… Enigma?”

Her voice cracked around his name.

The Raichu looked older. Taller. His fur shimmered with power, and something in the air trembled with his breathing. His cheeks sparked, but not in threat—just **being**. Just existing.

The moment their eyes met, the breath caught in her throat finally broke loose—and she **sobbed**.

Not one polite tear. Not a sniffle.

She broke.

Collapsed into his chest, arms wrapped tight around him, clutching like he was the last real thing in the world.

Because maybe he was.

“I—I c-can’t— I don’t know w-where—” she gasped, hiccuping on words that wouldn’t form right. “It’s not—real. I th-think I’m… I think I’m br-broken.”

Enigma didn’t speak. He didn’t need to.

He curled his massive body around her, his tail looping protectively across her legs, shielding her from the worst of the wind. His hum—a low, crackling thrum of static—vibrated through her bones. A frequency she knew from a thousand hours together. Comfort. **Home.**

He pressed his forehead gently to hers, letting her cry.

Letting her *be* scared.

Because he remembered.

Everything.

The lonely nights. The pain. The games. The way she held him as a child, whispering her worries to the screen like he could actually hear.

And now… he could.

They stayed like that until her panic began to ebb. Not gone, not cured. But held. Contained. The storm outside couldn’t match the one that had raged inside her—but Enigma *could*.

When her breathing evened out and her grip loosened, Enigma rose slowly and turned his body, crouching low.

She hesitated.

“I… I can’t w-walk, En. N-not like this…”

Enigma looked back and huffed. His tail twitched with something close to exasperation—*You don’t need to walk. Just hold on.*

So she did.

Climbing onto his back was awkward with her leg the way it was, but he adjusted without complaint. Strong. Steady. The same way he always had been.

The field stretched out in every direction, hills rolling into mist and trees far off on the horizon. It didn’t matter where they went. She didn’t care if they found answers.

**She had him.**

And that was enough—for now.

As Enigma padded forward into the storm, every bolt of lightning was met with the glow of his cheeks. Every rumble of thunder answered by the crackle of the power in his steps.

Wherever they were going… she wasn’t alone anymore.

[pixiedust-designs]

Idk if anyone else has asked, but I’d be like to see the first time naga!Tommy nommed Wilbur, if that’s alright?

Here’s the angsty naga noms I was talking about and completely forgot to actually write….sorry if you didn’t want something this angsty anon. But as I was writing I just kept adding warnings. Sorry not sorry.

This is part two to another story I wrote. This takes place like a month or two before the other one.

(Warnings: safe vore, mouth play, fearplay, swearing, talk of death, thinking one is going to die, talk of not safe vore, panic attack, minor injury)

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Willbur ran through the woods sweat dripping down his face. He looked back to see he was still being fallowed. He was, trees were being torn down behind him. He yelled as he almost his a tree when he looked forwards again. He stumbled into a clearing, his legs were going to give out he thought. He tried running through the clearing to get out of direct sight, but he wasn’t quick enough. A giant pale hand reached from him from the trees. He screamed only just dodging the clawed hand. He had to get out of here! He was so tired and he knew he was only being played with. He was almost tempted to just give up, but he know he would die if he did. He didn’t want to die. He screamed as yet another giant hand reached for him.

He had been trying to get to Tommy’s cave. A young naga he had meet a few weeks ago. He had first thought Tommy was going to kill him. But the red naga only seemed to want a friend. So he talked to the kid for a few hours and he was let go. He had gotten more curious and had gone back to find Tommy. He got lost and Tommy found him. He seemed surprised that Willbur had come back to see him. He spent the night in Tommy’s cave. He started to actually like the giant naga. So he kept coming back much to Tommy’s surprise. And today was supposed to be like any other meet up. But he had been found by another even bigger naga on his way there. This one was green and had made it very clear what he wanted to do with Willbur.

Willbur gasped for air as he was picked up in a tight fist. He struggled as much as he could. But it wasn’t going to do anything. He was going to die. He was pulled close to the green nagas mouth and screamed as a forked tongue slipped out to taste him.

“Mmhmm… very nice.” They naga smiled. “You taste even better then you smell.” The naga purred.

“N-no! Don’t eat me!” He got one arm free from the grip. He tried pushing the nagas face away from him. He only succeed in getting his arm licked more. “Let me go!” He screamed, his voice already sore.

“I don’t think I will little snack.” The naga smiled showing off all their sharp fangs in front of Willbur.

“N-no! The village will know I’m missing and come after you! W-with swords and hunters!” He yelled. “You can’t kill me!”

“You think some little humans scare me? Just more snacks to me.” He brought Willbur even closer to his mouth. So he could feel the hot humid breath wash over him.

“You can’t just-” Willbur was cut off as he was shoved half way into the nagas mouth. He yelled as he felt sharp teeth clamp down on his waist. He kicked his feet a little so scared to move much. Or he’d cut in half. He push trying to force open the mouth. His arm slipped on the slick surface, he cut his arm on a sharp fang. He long tongue instantly curled around the injury tasting his blood. He sobbed, pretty sure he was having a panic attack. He realized he’s not going home tonight. The wet tongue curled around him coating him in thick saliva. He had lost all his energy to fight back long ago. All he could do was lay limp as he was sucked on like he was a piece of candy.

“I caught it, it’s mine.” They green naga said.

“It was in my territory, so by the rules it’s mine to eat. Unless you want me to tell the grand counsel how you are disobeying the rules Dream.” Tommy said firmly.

Willbur froze hearing Tommy call him a it. And mention how he was going to eat him. His panic riddled mind couldn’t fully figure the rest of it out. Counsel? What was that? All he knew was that he now had two nagas wanting to eat him. One of which he thought had been a friend….

Willbur whimpered as apparently Dream, as the green naga was called, growled at being told to hand Willbur over.

“You won’t.” Dream said glaring at the younger.

“You know I will. And you know Phil will listen to me.” Tommy threaten. He looked a little smug about it too.

Dream squeezed Willbur in his fist making him scream. He could feel his already bruised ribs bending at the pressure. He thought he might pass out. Finally he was let go, dropped into a more familiar pair of hands. He curled up, too weak and scared to move. More gentle fingers curled up around him rubbing his back. He hated that he felt comfort from it. Tommy wasn’t going to keep him safe. Not anymore.

“Well?” Dream questioned.

“What?” Tommy growled. He wanted to keep Willbur close to comfort him, but he couldn’t with Dream still here.

“Are you going to eat it or what?” He glared. He wasn’t leaving till he saw the human taken care of.

“I- I like eating in private.” Tommy cursed his stuttering. This wasn’t the plan! Dream was supposed to leave.

“No. Eat it now, or I will.” Dream said with a growl.

“I-“ Tommy looked panicked looking down at Willbur. He didn’t look good…. Tommy couldn’t help but think he looked broken. In more ways then one. He could eat Willbur and keep him safe at the same time. But he hated to do that to the human. But he didn’t have another choice.

“Fine, I’ll eat hi- it now.” He sighed. He brought Willbur up to his mouth being as gentle as possible without it being noticeable. He placed Willbur in him mouth cringing at the taste of blood. He hope he wasn’t too injured.

“Tommy…?” He whimpered as he was out in yer another mouth. He hoped Tommy would feel at lest a little bad about eating him.

The tongue slid over his arm making him gasped in pain. Everything froze, going still as he held his arm close, crying at the pain. Then everything moved. Gravity shifted and he slid back to the back of the mouth. “No, no no no no no..” Willbur muttered. “No! Tommy don’t please! Don’t do this! Please I don’t want to die! Tommy!” He screamed as he was swallowed back.

Tommy felt his heart beak hearing Willbur scream for his life. He wished he could tell him he’d be ok. That Tommy was just keeping him safe. He glared at Dream in full anger. “Now leave.” He said voice cold and calm. To calm.

Dream seemed to understand he wasn’t welcomed and slithered out of sight. “I better not see you again Dream! I’ll kill you! If I see you again!” Tommy yelled after him. He sighed head foggy from rage. He gasped as he remembered he needed to check on Will. He placed his hands over where he felt the small human in his brooding pouch. He wasn’t even moving… Tommy’s began to panic. “W-Willbur? Are you ok?” He asked gently pressing down on him.

Willbur curled up tight in a ball not bothering to move from where he had fallen into the stomach. He huffed hearing Tommy ask if he was ok.

“No! I’m not alright you dickhead!” He screamed. He was confused angry and sad. He just stared yelling. “How dare you do this! I thought we were friends! You- you said you wouldn’t hurt me. That you’d keep me safe. Was all that a lie? We’re you just going to eat me this whole time?” He was sobbing by the end of his rant. Hot angry tears ran down his face.

“No, of course it wasn’t all a lie! We are friends Willbur. I promise you’re safe. I just had to eat you so Dream wouldn’t.” He wanted to cry hearing Willburs words. He really thought he was going to die.

“Oh? Then let me out of here if you’re not going to hurt me!” He challenged.

“I-I can’t. I’m so sorry I would, but you’re so injured I don’t want to hurt you worse by bringing you back up.” He started to head home. Back to the cave.

“That’s what I thought.” Willbur sighed. He struggled to move and get more comfortable. Though he was probably going to be really uncomfortable in a second….

“I promise that your safe. You’ll see, in the morning I’ll let you out. Promise.” Tommy said. And he will. Willbur might not even come see him again. But at lest the human world be alive. Willbur hating him, was better then Willbur being dead.

He didn’t have enough energy to think let alone do anymore yelling. His whole body hurt. He curled up with the small hope burning in his chest, that maybe Tommy was telling the truth. He’d just have to see in the morning. He drifted off to sleep not wanting to be awake if he died.

Tommy got back to his cave curling up in his nest. He curled his tail protectively around his middle. He felt Willbur get heavier as he fell asleep. He hoped he could explain more in the morning. He had finally found someone who actually seemed to want to hang around him. But of course Willbur would never want to see him again now. He quietly cried himself to sleep that night. He had lost his only friend.