#I Woke Up Reincarnated As My Descendant?!

[starry-blue-echoes]

au where Jonathan reincarnated as one of the later jojos, maybe not his grandson but one of the guys from part 3-6. And as the story progress the more jonathan as one of the other jojos remembers of his previous life and who he used to be. It would be especially funny if it was Jotaro and he had a whole identity crisis over whether or not to be a bitch™ anymore

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what if Jonathan experiences one of those isekai things. Where he lives as whichever Jojo for the first few years of their life, but then one day he gets a mild head injury and BAM memories back and he has to deal with the crisis that comes with having both sets of memories + dying

and what if this AU just kinda has different parts to it. Like, each "version" is him as a different Jojo, but they're all separate and don't mix

As Joseph, things are going to be WILD. He has some training from Zeppeli already plus all of the man's Hamon, and that's going to make things wild, but there's also ofc the crisis he's going to get upon interactions with Caesar

and honestly, no matter which Jojo he is he's going to be so conflicted because On One Hand I Have Memories Of Being Endlessly Kind But On The Other, Aren't I Tired Of Being Nice? Don't I Just Want To Go Apeshit???

[miifu666]

Finally Doodled the Black Myth Oc, ive been hyperfixating on ARGHHH. I usually work on my other ocs but this is the first Oc i make thats probably more fluff and angst than angst no comfort... Letsss get to her/their Bio shall wee!!!

Suklha

A Centipede Deity, a replica of her former reincarnation, Kafkaesque. (She/Them)

They appear Feminine, so usual pronouns could be between they/her. They dont mind it as long as you're respectful.

They actually dont have a real name, the moment they woke up in a disheveled shrine, they found some scrolls and the only word they can read is "Suklha" which somehow has the meaning "Bearer of all forms, Goddess of Forms" so they took that as their own name.

Suklha also doesn't know how they came to be, one day covered in warmth they descended into the world. To be nothing but a seed created by Buddha, to discover, relive and replicate what their past self are like. To continue the samsara made specifically for her, a destiny for an otherworldly being.

Despite being born in an abandoned Shrine, they dont particularly feel at home. So they travel a lot, understanding nature and its functionality. Suklha use their own experience as knowledge, they noticed the more gentle you give to the world, the more answer it will give you.

They're a centipede deity, yet they don't know how the supreme strength and impregnable defense came from. Just because they've been hit by a large boulder plenty of times doesn't mean they can always dismiss it as a leaf. Thats how strong her fortification is, she can crawl out of being poured lava and a whole mountain unscathed.

They can easily blow a pebble that'll circle around the earth. The extraordinary strength and ability is such a feat. Even Yuan Fen had to take a few moments for himself. It's not Everyday you hear someone stronger than wukong himself.

Despite their counterpart being a calculative and cunning Deity, Suklha has the opposite personality (as my theory) they're shy, airheaded and aloof. They show how caring they are through acts of service and words, gentle hands giving you a homemade tea. While its warm, Suklha would tell you how proud she is for you to get through the journey this far.

If given the chance, i dont think Suklha would be that surprise meeting their more jesterly persona Counterpart. I think they'd be more amused, how such a difference in soul could be connected through fates.

They're a replica, of course, not the real deal. But its enough for Yuan fen and Wukong. Its enough for the broken shell of the monkey king to falter a bit and widen its eyes. Giving Yuan fen a chance to strike and ending the duel prematurely.

Even at the end, as the two destined relics combined. Suklha still feels a little loss, theres a harrowing feeling. They havent found "home", as their tears fall from the observation. Suklha saw the conjoined relic of Yuan fen and the broken shell handing out a fragment of some gemstone. They stared at it, confused.

The the power flooded in, small shreds of what used to be Suklha's ability came crashing into her mind.

Yuan fen gently pecked their lips with the fragment. As if telling them to swallow it, noticing this. Suklha slowly took the pieces and swallowed with a nervous hiccup.

Heaven hated them. Heaven HATED them working together, they planned a fake betrayal of the other so they could start a conflict within. Breaking their dreams of living a peaceful life together.

Is that why the monkey king left his shell? His unorganized despair at what's left.

Could they have their happy ending now? In this new forsaken life? While the previous one ended in heartbreak and dreams?

Artwork ©️ Miifu666

Writings ©️ Miifu666

[midnight-xx]

ETHEREAL

Pairing: Leon x GN!Reader

Synopsis: Long ago, the king of a fallen nation tied his soul to an angel, out of love. The two meet in each life, the angel never able to escape the king.

CW: Religious themes (angels, devil, God/Arceus, reincarnation/rebirth), obsession, stalking, possessiveness, murder, blood sacrifice (reader’s blood)

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In a fallen kingdom, Arceus sent an angel to spread its word. The angel descended from the heavens into the kingdom, taking all by surprise. The kingdom’s citizens fell in love with the beautiful angel, but the king took a special liking.

The angel’s lengthy strides echoed in the empty halls of the castle, making their way to the throne room. They stopped in front of the wooden doors and took a breath. The guards standing by opened the doors, allowing the holy being into the area. The king turned to the angel.

“Ah, welcome. I heard of your arrival from my citizens,” said the king. He invited the angel to look out over the kingdom with him from the grand window.

“Yes, I have been sent to spread the word of my lord Arceus,” the angel replied curtly.

“Tell me, what does the all-knowing Arceus want his angels to inform us humans of?” The king asked.

“Arceus sent me to tell you of the Pokémon poaching industry. Many of Arceus’s carefully crafted species are bordering extinction,” informed the angel.

The king frowned. “I will attend to this matter. For now, why don’t you stay for a few days?”

“Thank you for the hospitality, but I must refuse,” the angel denied.

“Just for a week? The children seem to adore you,” the king pleaded. Not as much as me, he thought.

The angel, unknowing of the king’s true intentions, agreed to remain in the kingdom for one week.

As the angel’s presence was extended, the king’s desire grew. Eventually, the desire consumed the king entirely, turning him into a being of greed and wrath.

On the second day, the king had agreed to give the angel a tour of the town. As the pair walked through the streets, more and more eyes ogled at the divine being. The king’s judgement became clouded with rage and jealousy, but he finally snapped when some insolent peasant dared to lay his hands on his angel. HIS angel.

At the castle, the king escorted the angel to where they would be staying, then left to deal with the pest. He had the peasant beheaded in the town square as a warning for the other citizens. His smile only grew from his subjects’ fright.

The night before the angel was to leave, the king took them from their sleep. He locked them in his chambers and clipped their wings, severing all ties with Arceus and turning them mortal. He turned to the Devil, making a deal to bind his and his beloved’s souls so they would find each other in every life. In return, it took a simple sacrifice of some of the angel’s blood. The king didn’t like the idea of hurting his darling, but he took some of their blood in a bowl and gave it to the Devil. The king and angel lived the rest of their lives together, as the kingdom fell to ash and dust.

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Leon woke up in a cold sweat, pushing his purple hair back with one hand. He turned to look at his partner, who was asleep on the pillow next to him.

He remembered. He remembered everything. Just like his past self has been assured, he found his darling in every life. And now, he wouldn’t let go.

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Note: I know the turning mortal thing doesn’t make sense, but bear with me here

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[shiftingwithmars]

Eighth Horcruxe-Mattheo Riddle

A/N: Hey sillies!! So this fanfic is gonna be a little different from my others. This is basically just my headcanons about Mattheo. He’s my little crybaby and I love him, okay? Also trigger warning for this one.

Summary: There’s more to Mattheo Riddle than meets the eye.

Warnings: Possible mentions of abuse, mentions of smoking and alcohol, death and reincarnation. Please read at your own discretion!🙏

Mattheo Riddle was not a force to be reckoned with. Everyone was already scared of him, due to him being the son of the most evil wizard of this generation. His temper didn’t help. When he wasn’t picking fights with another student, he was drowning his sorrows in firewhiskey and cigarettes. He had the kind of aura that sent people running the other way. And his laugh? Bitter as nightshade. There was this constant negative energy to him, like a shield spell that was made of darkness.

But that was just how other people saw him. Although some of it was true, no doubt. There were things about Mattheo that he didn’t even know himself. He didn’t know what happened when he was child. He didn’t know the mistake that his father made. Or the real reason behind the scar on his left eye. He didn’t know the real reason on why everything around him descended into chaos.

The rumors were never ending. The stares and whispers he tried hard to ignore. He’d heard it all before. “Run, here comes Riddle.” “He’s just like his father.” “Who would wanna date him?” Those constantly repeated words that were the same reason he cried at night.

And the nightmares. The nightmares that woke him up in the middle of the night, constantly haunting him. Nightmares filled with pain, his screams echoing around Malfoy Manor. Aunt Narcissa rushing into the room, her face filled with horror. “What have you done?” She’d ask, pulling eleven-year-old Mattheo into her lap, cradling him against her. His father’s expression dropping. His insane mother actually looking concerned for once in her life, although the expression quickly shifted to a cold smile.

At 15, he was diagnosed with ADHD and Bipolar disorder. That definitely explained some things about him, but there was still something else. That feeling of negativity everyone got around him. He never understood it. He always blamed himself, always though HE was the problem.

It wasn’t until sixth year that he finally figured out what was wrong with him. He had been out past curfew, heading towards the Astronomy tower for a smoke. That’s when he stumbled across the golden trio talking about horcruxes. That’s when it all made sense. Those horrible nightmares, the scar on his left eye. The reason why nothing in his life seemed to go right.

He never told anyone. That was, until he got a little too drunk and blabbed to his best friend Theodore Nott. When the time came for all the horcruxes to be destroyed, he has Theo destroy the eighth one, aka him. Of course, he survived, but the part of his father that was inside him was finally destroyed.

His luck began to change after that. Things finally started looking up for him. He got a good job, and he got married to y/n, the girl he’d been dating since sixth year. She was the only one besides Theo who seemed to truly understand him. And maybe, just maybe, Mattheo would get his happy ending.

[persephone11110]

You Showed Me Love || B.Bradshaw

warnings: soft b.b,reader callsign is thrasher, insecurity, oc has scars, self care issues , tpg.m spoliers, hysterectomy scars-> mention of surgery , surgical scars, mentions of infertility, curse words

summary: two things bradley bradshaw hates the taste of brussel sprouts and seeing his girlfriend doubt his love for her.

prompt: “What part of ‘I want you, and only you’ do you not understand?” credit:@dumplingsjinson

AN: random plot came to mind, and the title name is a lyric from Pink+ White- My main man Frank Ocean Enjoy❤️

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You rolled your eyes watching how relentlessly women threw themselves at your boyfriend Brad. You knew good and damn well they knew Bradley was in a relationship with you, they just didn’t care— because to them your not worthy enough to be with Bradley Bradshaw.You don’t fit with him, you and him shouldn’t be together. Your the darkness that everyone runs away from and Bradley the light they run to get away from you.

You look at those women and then you look at your reflection on the glass next to you. Their beautiful—reincarnation of aphrodite herself, and your the descendant of Hephaestus considering how ugly you were. Standing out like a murderous sore thumb around the women that made eye contact with swaying their beautiful bodies and battling their beautiful eyelashes at him.

You couldn’t help but shy away from your reflection. Staring at the way the jagged scar found its way from your left eye crossing itself onto your lips.

A tear drop fell from your face—never in million years did you think you spending your time in a mirror blinking away tears. You’d had never thought someone would catch you in act, in a moment of vulnerability.

His nose wrinkled at the way his girlfriend stared at herself with disgust. Its made him stiffen at the fact you were crying— yes he was aware you had feelings but its not everyday Thraser L/n shows her emotions. Its not everyday you find your girlfriend staring at herself in the mirror with so much hate in her eyes.

You feel his gentle eyes gazing at you,for some odd reason your expecting him to join you with insults of his own. But Bradley doesn’t he slowly wraps his hands around you engulfing you with his strong body.

“I don’t know how you love this” your words hung in air. A remix of your own mother words “Y/n Its a miracle from our heavenly father if a man falls in love with you”.

“You don’t know how I could love you?”Bradley whispers into your ear. His voice is filled with disappointment he looks as if it physically pains him to see the love of his life talk about themselves like that.

He stares at your bare stomach, admiring the scar that sits perfectly where your uterus once was. You had tendency of forgetting you weren’t invincible— you hand glazes over the scar that reminded you the vicious day death forced your hand..

The day you lost a piece of yourself saving him.

You were the spare dagger—Cyclone ordered everyone back to the carrier, but what did you do?

You threw yourself into the closet f-14, not giving a shit about a dressing down you receive afterwards. A court martial. You had to save them—him.

You hadn’t thought of what the conquences would be, all you thought about was saving the life of one Bradley Bradshaw.

Everything changed the minute you woke up in a hospital bed dazed and confused with a bandage over your stomach. And one teared streaked Bradley.

“Good morning Lieutenant L/n”, the navy doctor had sat down across from the couple.“Glad to see you awake—I was afraid the navy was about to lose one of their best”. You couldn’t see her face, your eyes to groggy from the anesthesia.

“Lieutenant L/n I’m not going to lie you and tell you, It wasn’t hard— when you came on to my surgical table it was touch and go”. Bradley scoots his chair closer–holding your hand.

Bradley looked at her, she looked back at him.

“Y/n, when it came to removing the bullet…. me and my surgical team had no choice but to fully remove your uterus”.

You peered your eyes open, sure you were expecting some damage like a broken pelvic bone, anything else but not this.

“i’m so sorry Y/n”, Bradley whispered into your ear, “we’ll be okay”.

How dare he promise you that?

How dare he love you?

Bradley voice breaks your train of thought,“Y/n… I—”.

“No Bradley it’s o-okay I should’ve known you’d get tired at some point”.

“What? his mouth fell open,“Y/n what the hell are you talking about?”.

“No its fine, whats the point of us if I cant have kids— I can’t make you a father Bradley”. You squeezed your eyes shut afraid of what he would say next.

“The fucking point Y/n?”. Bradley sighs.“Your right I want to be a father, but only if you’re the child mother, do you understand me sweetheart?, my love for you isn’t tied for what your body can and can’t do”.

He pulls you ontop of his lap. “I love you Y/n”.

Your lips quivered,“Are you sure Bradley?”.

“M’sure baby” Bradley reassures you, pressing a million kisses into your head.

[laurancezvahlslefteyebrow]

Y’all wanna hear something fucked up abt my mcd rewrite? Of course you do!

First I wanna start this off by explaining that dreams are very important in my rewrite. Dreams are somewhat prophetic, depending on the person and the context.

For example, relic holders, specifically descendants or reincarnates of the divine warriors especially experienced these prophetic type of dreams. These dreams are usually memories of the divine, or even messages from them to their current… replacement..

For some, these dreams only start after they’ve acquired their relic, like for Garroth and Menphia’s relic holder (trying to decide if I’d rather it be Katelyn or Lucinda). For some, the dreams only get more detailed, clear and frequent after acquiring their relic, like for Aphmau. And for some, the dreams begin even before acquiring their relic, like for Travis, Eseryt, Aaron, and Laurance. (I’m counting Laury even tho Xavier didn’t technically have a relic, not getting into that right now but i will at some point)

Well anyway, ever since Eseryt was a small child, she’s been having the same vivid dream, constantly on the last of the month. It started when she was 5, after being taken the Barton, and they ended when she was 18, after leaving Barton. She’d awaken in the dead of the night, someone calling to her, luring her away with the same gentle yet monotone voice. They’d call her up the mountains that surrounded Barton. She’d climb them half awake half asleep, following footprints in the snow to the same spot each time. A small crater in the ground. There she’d find a woman. She was shattered, unraveling, trying desperately to pull herself back together. She’d mutter to Es, begging for her to help. Eseryt wouldn’t go near her, she was too afraid. Then, the woman would scream and Es would wake up in her bed in next morning, covered in snow.

It was like this until she turned 18. The next time she found herself with the Woman who begged, something in her told her to finally help. She stepped closer, reaching out her hand, and when she touched the woman’s face, her body was suddenly pulled back together and she was whole. The woman then grabbed Eseryt’s wrist and looked her in the face. Eseryt noted her scarred over eye. The one eyed woman whispered “Find her.” and disappeared. Eseryt woke in her doorway this time, a single dagger in her hand.

Ok time to explain all that!!

The woman Eseryt has been seeing is Kul’Zak. Yes, in my rewrite Kul’Zak is a woman and Eseryt is her incarnation.

Her “Find her” is the reason Eseryt left Barton in the first place. For the next few months after that night, she’d wake in the middle of the night to whispers of “find her”. She had to know what it meant.

The “her” Kul’Zak tells Eseryt to find is Aphmau, and it’s reason the forest leads her to Phoenix Drop. Eseryt, however, always assumed the “her” was her sister Cadenza. However, Cadenza being in Phoenix Drop at the time Eseryr just happened to arrive but purely by chance. Probably.

Now, why was Kul’Zak shattered and why couldn’t she fix herself? Well, here’s where it gets fucked up!

In order for Irene to shatter Shad and seal him in the Nether, she needed to use the life force of her fellow Divine Warriors. She couldn’t sacrifice herself otherwise the spell wouldn’t last. Only thing is, she didn’t tell the others that sealing him away would kill them. She especially didn’t tell them it would quite literally rip them apart where they stood.

I should mention that the Divien Warrior’s mortality works slightly differently in my rewrite than it does in canon. I’ll make a separate post about that later :)

[kuroneko1815]

Time and Despair

Snippets from Time and Despair. Part of my planned series for Time and Regret. It’s an angst piece, I guess. Some mentions of suicide. Some hints of PJO universe and Greek-Roman mythology.

Shatter. Shatter. Shatter. She thought as she desperately tried to quell this despair and loneliness inside her. If she had known that she would ascend anyway, she would rather have accepted the Gods request to join their ranks while she was in her world. While she had the chance to be tied to that world forevermore. She wanted to die. Wanted the sweet oblivion that awaited her in death. Wanted to forget these lonely eons lived. Wanted to be back at Camp with her friends. Wanted to go home to Long Island.

Her friends in this new world had died so long ago. One after another. Leaving behind their descendants turned worshippers. Golden blood, ichor, bled from her rapidly healing wound. Sapphira came to her with Eruhaben at her side. These two dragons, little hatchlings, her friends. Children of her long dead friend. Children she had raised with all the love and care she had in her.

“Do you really want to leave us, Thea?” Sapphira asked, ruby eyes staring at her with so much sadness.

She raised her hands to them and they grasped one each, holding it to their cheeks. “I’m sorry.” She said. “I’m so tired, so alone. Humans weren’t meant to live like this.”

“I can’t understand it.” Eruhaben said, a frown on his face, golden eyes forlorn.

“I hope you never do but one day, you may just grow weary.” She kissed his forehead. “Take care of one another when I’m gone.”

“We will.” They echoed.

And then she glanced at her attendants, her priests and priestesses. “And take care of my people, they’ll serve you in my stead.”

“Yes, Goddess.”

She felt assured and motioned them away, mind calmer. Her death pushed back for another day by her children. They were still too young, barely past their first century. Maybe in another century or so. She nodded to herself. And then… she would shatter, cast her mortal soul into oblivion or reincarnation, and force whatever consciousness she had left into deep slumber. Regardless, Althea would soon cease to exist.

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She remembered red and warmth, love and safety. Remembered kind hands and gilded walls. But she and Mother Suzanna could never find it. It was never right. Even when she took her new father’s hands, it wasn’t the same. Like a mockery where red was pink, where roses bloomed rather than the safety of a turtle’s shell, where warmth and safety were traded for cruelty and abuse. But she tried to make the best of it, really, she did.

No matter how hard she tried though, she was always the fake. They were all fake too. She worked so hard and had nothing to show for it, could never compare to a ghost who wasn’t a ghost but a demon and she died.

But then she awoke. She tried. She died. She woke. The torment never ending and the turtle never far away from her mind.

Penelope felt herself shatter, never finding that warmth again. She welcomed that oblivion.

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Siyeon felt tired of having to be alert all the time. She wanted to be back with Roksoo. Her cousin was the only one who cared for her with Mother gone. She hated her brothers, she hated her father. She wanted to be back in that apartment, shitty as it was, it had been home. A home that she and her cousin had made. Memories seeped into her mind, were those Penelope’s deaths? The poor thing.

She wakes up most nights gasping in terror. Hands going to her neck, her face, her heart. Everywhere she had been injured to kill as Penelope. Hopelessness and despair filled her especially when Callisto told her that he didn’t love her. Love? Fine. There was no need for love. Then Yvonne comes and death comes with it. She buys the poison, writes a letter goodbye to her father, and one to Callisto. Emily’s she has hidden somewhere she knows only Emily will find. Her maid will be the one to present it.

But then… poison in Yvonne’s cup, the necklace glows. She accepts it and drinks it instead. Let herself die. But it hurts and her Prince is there, holding her, begging her to live. The red of her blood reminds her of something else. Warmth and love. She thinks of mother and Roksoo.

Then she wakes up, another set of memories play in her. This… she and her prince were lovers in true? But the queasiness returns. Some sort of elation and trepidation as she sneaks out and seeks a doctor who confirms what she knows. Pregnant. Surely… would her Prince be happy?

‘He didn’t love you then. He doesn’t love you now. He didn’t believe you. He’s only using you, only wants the Eckart backing.’ Her treacherous mind whispers.

She’ll see him tomorrow and tell him then. He’ll be happy. She tries to assure herself.

But then he chases her, sword drawn, blood flowing down as she runs desperately. Whatever Gods are listening please save my baby. Emily holds her as their escape is blocked and she finds darkness as the world falls away.

Siyeon wakes up to warmth and red. To loving browns and golden turtles. What she has been searching for in all of her lives. Roksoo is by her side as her twin and her heart sings. Her baby is born beautiful and so perfect. Her little golden dragon. Ruby eyes stare at her blearily. Happiness. She was at peace and so in love with this little life in her arms. Her Judith.

Her memories of herself as Siyeon changed with Cale’s words. Herself in a coma. Waking up in the hospital. A new apartment with her cousin. Travelling. The voices warning her that something was happening while she was at a dig. The Cataclysm. Sacrificing herself. Waking up as Penelope.

Then, war and a hunt. A return to Eorka. To see him. The pain nothing more than a dull sting.

Then… dying, she’s dying. Her choked laugh escapes her. Penelope cried. Please stop killing me. She thought as she realized that one of them had inevitably killed her again.

She dies, surrounded by love with her only regret that her daughter would grow up without her.

And then she awakens, memories of the last loop fresh in her mind, still the same this time around but so different. She cries, bursting into tears at finding herself in this hell once more…

What did you guys think? Should I make this longer and flesh it out? If I did, it will probably be three chapters long, one for each life.

[yuki8563]

2023-05-12

Idea comes from the game

→"Slay the princess"

My headcanon: This is a witch imprisoned in a cellar who has the ability to talk to unseen spirits.🥰 Edgar found her while investigating rumors of an abandoned cabin deep in the dark forest.

艾德加警長接受了委託調查森林深處的小木屋時，發現了魔女。 葛蕾特因為能夠跟亡靈對談而被視為不祥，被關在這裡。 （但也不排除她不會被附身啦ww） 最後葛蕾特會和快槍手一起冒險~~ 換衣服後也許會是 這樣的感覺 They will have adventures in Westworld, Edgar is in QuickDraw skin here.

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t is said that a witch is imprisoned in a cellar deep within the forest. The deputy sheriff learned of this while investigating a tax case. Regardless of whether the witch's rumors are true or not, he also received news of the local investigation into the disappearance of a wealthy merchant.

Only halfway through his journey, the sky darkened, and he decided to dismount and set up camp for the night. While performing routine firearm maintenance, he heard a rustling in the bushes, prompting him to load his gun and take aim.

"Who goes there?" The disturbance in the bushes made him cautious. A disheveled old wanderer with white hair emerged slowly, leaning on a cane.

"Your destination is that abandoned cottage, isn't it?" The old man said, explaining that the witch resides there. He claimed that those who stay in the forest at night can hear her laughter and songs, and their souls would eventually be taken away, leaving them to wander the woods endlessly, just like him.

"It's a terrifying bedtime story. I don't like staying here either, but it's my job." He holstered his gun, realizing he didn't enjoy being approached by suspicious wanderers.

The old man sensed his impatience and warned with a more serious tone, "Don't blame me for not warning you. You've now stepped into the boundary of reincarnation. Unless you kill her…

Edgar was planning to draw his gun again when the old man tossed a dagger at his feet. It was an exquisite dagger with a hilt adorned with a ruby, making him instinctively wonder, "Whose house does this belong to—"

In the brief moment he looked away, the old man teleported right in front of his face, almost touching his nose. "Kill, kill, kill…" The old man repeated incomprehensible words like a skipping record, with chaotic white hair over entirely black eye sockets.

As Edgar cautiously reached for his gun in his chest pocket, the old man turned into a cloud of black smoke and vanished. Then, Edgar felt his vision distort, dizziness, and was struck.

He woke up later, startled by a crow dropping a pebble on him, now in broad daylight. It seemed he had unintentionally fallen asleep, and the wanderer's nightmare had left him feeling uneasy.

However, the dagger in his hand froze his mind for a moment until his horse made an impatient sound. "Well... time to get to work," he sighed.

Edgar gazed at the hazy gray sky above, wishing it were sunny today. At least that would improve his mood by half.

The closer he got to his destination, the more he felt the dagger at his waist burning. "Kill the witch!" The old man's voice still lingered faintly in his ears. He chose to ignore it.

The cabin's exterior was dilapidated, looking as if it hadn't been tended to in quite some time. Edgar gently pushed open the weathered wooden door with his hand on his holster. Inside, there was only a dining table and wooden chairs, all covered in a thick layer of dust. The surroundings bore no resemblance to the "wealthy merchant" mentioned in the intel.

"Is there anyone imprisoned here?" Even if there were, the chances of their survival seemed bleak.

He decided to leave the room and investigate the surroundings. Just as he stepped out of the door...

Drip, drip...

The faint sound, like beads falling on the floor, pierced his ears. He turned back, scrutinizing the furnishings inside the room. He spotted a hidden door under the table. After pulling it open, he found a narrow stone staircase for one person to descend. He lit a lighter and descended slowly. Gradually, he heard singing.

Down the stairs, through a narrow corridor, and back upstairs, he pushed open a door leading to a well-decorated room with living arrangements – tables, chairs, bookshelves, and well-lit golden-edged windows. If it weren't for the heavy iron door in the middle, he would have considered it a nice and private place.

Hmm-hmm, hmm-hmm-hmm!

The singing continued, as if unaware of a visitor... or perhaps, it began only when someone visited?

The rustling between the fireplace and the window slits sounded like the murmurs of the old man. Edgar shook his head to rid himself of distracting thoughts. Rescuing trapped civilians was one of his duties.

"I'm here to rescue you. Are you okay?"

He knocked on the door. The singing ceased.

After a while, a girl's voice gently reached him, "Well, I'm fine."

"I couldn't find the key from this side. Please step away from the door; I'll use my gun to break the lock."

"No, wait... lower your head."

Edgar complied, and he noticed a bunch of keys sliding out from the gap that was apparently used to deliver meals.

"You have the keys..."

"This door can't be opened from the inside, and the handcuff key isn't in there either."

Edgar nodded and used the keys to unlock the door. Pushing open the heavy door, he saw a silver-haired girl tied up in the corner of the cell.

"Good afternoon, sir," the girl said, holding her cheeks and smiling at him. "Would you like to chat with me?"

據說有位魔女被幽禁在森林深處的一座地窖裡。 副警長在調查稅務案件的時候順道打聽到了這件事，不管魔女的傳聞是不是真的，他都還是得到當地調查失蹤富商的消息。 才走一半路程，天色就暗了下來，他下馬紮營休息。 就在他進行例行的槍枝保養作業途中，「是誰？」草叢的動靜讓他將槍枝上膛瞄準。

「別開槍！」蓬頭垢面的白髮老流浪漢拄著拐杖慢慢走出。 「你的目的是那棟荒廢木屋，對吧？」 老人說，那裡住著魔女，晚上待在這森林裡會聽見她的笑聲與歌聲，最後的靈魂會被奪走。最後就像他一樣只能不斷地在林中遊走。

「真是可怕的睡前故事。我也不喜歡待在這裡，但這是我的工作。」他收起了槍，他其實也不喜歡隨便被可疑的流浪漢搭話。 老人察覺出他的不耐煩，用更加嚴肅的語氣警告：「不要怪我沒有警告你，你現在已經踏入了輪迴的結界，除非你殺了她⋯⋯」

艾德加正打算在對方繼續接近到一定距離時再次掏槍時，老人扔了一把匕首到他的腳邊。 那是把握柄鑲著一塊紅寶石的精緻匕首，令他下意識的懷疑：「這是哪戶人家的——」 就這麼移開視線的一瞬間，老人瞬移到他的臉前，貼著他的鼻子：「殺、殺、殺⋯⋯」 像跳針的唱片一樣重複著不詳的詞語，雜亂的白色頭髮下是完全漆黑的眼窩。 在艾德加警戒地摸上懷裡的槍的瞬間，老人化作一團黑煙消失，接著艾德加感到視線扭曲，暈眩，然後遭受撞擊。 ——他醒了過來，樹上的烏鴉叼了石子把他砸醒，現在是白天。看來他不知不覺間睡著了，那個流浪漢的惡夢真讓人不舒服⋯⋯ 不過手裡握著的匕首讓他的腦袋凍結了一會，直到他的馬發出催促的呼聲。 「⋯⋯是啊，該工作了。」 艾德加看著頭頂灰濛濛的天空，想著如果今天的天氣是晴天就好了，至少心情會好上一倍。

愈接近目的地，他就愈能感覺到腰上的匕首在發燙。 『殺掉魔女！』老人的聲音依稀還在他耳邊縈繞著。他選擇忽視。

木屋外觀殘破，看起來有一陣子沒有打理了，他按著腰間的手槍輕輕推開老舊的木門，室內只擺著一張飯桌與木椅，食指劃過，上頭積了厚厚的一層灰，周遭擺設完全無法與情報中的「富商」作聯想。

「還有人被囚禁在這裡嗎？」就算有的話，生存機會也渺茫⋯⋯

他決定離開屋內調查周邊環境，而他踏出門口的瞬間⋯⋯

滴答、滴答⋯⋯

像是珠子掉落地板的細微聲響鑽進他的耳朵。 他回過頭，再次觀察屋內擺設，看見了桌子底下的暗門，拉開來之後是條可供一人行走的石階，他點起打火機慢慢走下去，漸漸，他聽見了歌聲。

下樓，走過一條狹窄走道，再上樓，推開門後是有著起居擺飾的房間——桌椅、書櫃、採光良好的金邊窗戶——要是沒有中間那扇厚重鐵門的話他還會覺得這是不錯又保有隱私的好地方。

哼哼～哼哼哼～！

歌聲還在持續著，像是不知道有人拜訪似的⋯⋯抑或是知道有訪客才開始唱歌的呢？

沙沙沙⋯⋯沙沙沙⋯⋯ 壁爐與窗隙之間的風聲聽起來都像那名老人的低喃，艾德加甩了甩頭，把多餘的思緒甩開，拯救受困民眾可是他的職責之一。 「我是來救你的。妳還好嗎？ 他敲了敲門。 歌聲聞聲停止。

過了一會，少女的聲音輕輕的拋了過來：「⋯⋯嗯，很好呦！」 「我在這邊找不到鑰匙，請妳離門遠一點，我會用槍破壞鎖。」 「不，等等⋯⋯低下頭來。」 艾德加低下頭，發現一串鑰匙從用來遞送食盤的縫隙，滑了出來。

「妳有鑰匙⋯⋯」 「這扇門從內部是打不開的，手銬的鑰匙也不在裡面。」

艾德加點點頭，拿起鑰匙解除門鎖。 推開厚重的門，透過自換氣窗口照進的光線，他看見銀色頭髮的少女被拴在牢房角落。

「午安，先生。」 少女捧著雙頰，朝他笑著。 「想和我聊聊天嗎？」

[kanisema-blog]

Not Your Typical Reincarnation Story

Chapter 13: A Day in Town

I woke up to the gentle morning light filtering through my bedroom windows, signaling the start of another day. After my morning routine of brushing my hair and getting ready, Mich unexpectedly appeared at my door with news that took me by surprise.

"Miss Xaiana," Mich said hesitantly, "Loyd Hansley is downstairs in the living room. He asked to see you."

I blinked, momentarily taken aback by the unexpected announcement. Loyd's presence had become a recurring theme in my life here—a reminder of the intricate web of connections that tied us together, despite our families' rivalry.

"Thank you, Mich," I replied softly, gathering my thoughts before making my way downstairs to confront the inevitable encounter.

As I descended the grand staircase, I found Loyd standing by the window in the living room, his posture relaxed yet guarded. He turned as he heard my approach, his expression unreadable as our eyes met.

"Good morning, Xaiana," Loyd greeted me politely, though there was a hint of tension underlying his words.

"Good morning, Loyd," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady despite the uneasy atmosphere between us.

Loyd hesitated for a moment before speaking again. "I was wondering if you would care to join me in town today," he said, surprising me with the invitation. "There are a few shops I thought you might find interesting."

I regarded him curiously, unsure of his intentions but intrigued by the opportunity to explore more of the town. "Sure, I would like that," I replied after a moment's consideration. "I could use some fresh air and perhaps a change of scenery."

Loyd nodded, a faint smile crossing his lips. "Very well then. Let's go."

We made our way into town together, the familiar streets bustling with activity as merchants set up their stalls and shoppers hurried about their business. Loyd led the way, guiding me to various shops that showcased a myriad of goods—from artisanal crafts to fashionable clothing and accessories.

As we browsed through the shops, I couldn't help but notice Loyd's attention to detail and his occasional commentary on the items we encountered. Despite his initial aloofness, there were moments when his facade softened, revealing glimpses of a person genuinely interested in sharing this experience with me.

We stopped at a quaint bakery where we indulged in freshly baked pastries and savory snacks, enjoying a moment of camaraderie amidst the hustle and bustle of the town. Loyd's presence, once a source of apprehension, now felt strangely comforting—a reminder that beneath our differences lay a shared humanity.

At one point, we entered a boutique specializing in accessories—a particular interest of mine. Loyd observed quietly as I examined intricate necklaces, bracelets, and earrings, each piece telling a story of craftsmanship and creativity. He offered subtle opinions when asked, showing a surprising knack for understanding aesthetic appeal despite his initial reservations.

As the day wore on, I found myself appreciating Loyd's company more than I had anticipated. Our conversations were laced with a newfound ease, punctuated by moments of laughter and genuine curiosity about each other's lives. It was a stark contrast to the tension that had defined our interactions in the past, a testament to the transformative power of shared experiences.

[charmandheaven]

Etchings On Palms (To Remember In The Next Life)

AN: you see, the title is ironic, because as gods, they’re outside the reincarnation cycle

[fic under cut]

The winds whispered, “What price are you willing to pay?”

“I am willing to pay with all the gold I have, if only Yin Yu could live again.”

The trees rustled, “What are you willing to give up?”

“I am willing to give up my life and my death, if only Yin Yu could live again.”

The river hissed, “What pain are you willing to endure?”

“I am willing to endure eternal suffering, if only Yin Yu could live again.”

The winds became so violent that the young god was forced to close his eyes and sink to his knees.

“We are kind, we will not ask this of you,” the winds sighed, a weary thing that laid sorrows upon his shoulder.

“We only ask for your memories of him, both good and bad, both new and old. It would be like he had never existed,” the trees murmured, a susurration that soothe his roiling emotions.

“This can not be reversed. Are you willing?” the river demanded, an undercurrent that threatened to drown him.

And what else could that young god have answered, but a small determined, “Yes.”

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Yin Yu woke up, breathing in with lungs he didn't know he still had. He sat up, with a body that was healthier than he had ever known it to be. He looked around, with eyes unused to such a thing.

He was in a replica of his old Yin Yu Palace, almost 200 years ago.

The last he remembered, he was supposed to be dead. (Dying for him, why is it even in his own death could he not avoid that person?!)

Yin Yu carefully touched his left arm with his right hand. It felt solid and warm. He brought two fingers to his temple and connected to Crimson Rain's personal array.

“Hua Chengzhu?”

“Huh, that brat actually managed to do it,” Hua Cheng drawled out.

Yin Yu closed his eyes, breathing out slowly. “Yes, it seems so.”

It was another thing he owed. He knew that Hua Cheng must have taught Quan Yizhen how to nurture souls, for who else knew how to do so? The only weird thing was that he didn't feel like a ghost. Did ghosts breathe when they first woke up? Could they feel their beating heart, beating faster and faster as they realised they couldn't move on, stuck in an eternal limbo?

A knock sounded, echoing throughout the room. “That must be him.”

But instead of the expected Quan Yizhen, it was Ling Wen, her eyebags as prominent as ever.

“Your Highness Ling Wen!”

“Congratulations. You have ascended for the second time.”

“Thank you.”

After Ling Wen informed him of his domains and duties, Yin Yu descended into Ghost City to visit his (former? present?) employer.

Hua Cheng confirmed his suspicions. “No, you aren't a ghost.” He looked slightly intrigued and impressed.

Ghosts could ascend, as the stories of Crimson Rain say, but this was different. Quan Yizhen had seemed to have done the impossible and made him alive proper.

Speaking of Quan Yizhen, Yin Yu had not yet seen even the slightest curl of hair from him and he would like to keep it that way.

He avoided Quan Yizhen as much as he could. It was a while before he found out it wasn't necessary.

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“Have you met up with Yin Yu?” Xie Lian asked when Quan Yizhen next came over. It was slightly disconcerting. Xie Lian was sure that Quan Yizhen would’ve been excited and distracted and happier now that Yin Yu was back and ascended. But instead, he didn’t really act any different, perhaps a little more calmer and self-assured.

The person in question tilted his head, looking up from where he was cutting up the radishes. “Who?” The tone was genuinely disinterested, his eyes betraying no deceit.

“Your shixiong?”

Quan Yizhen shook his head. “I don't know who you're talking about.”

Xie Lian was quiet before he decided to ask,“What do you remember before you became a god?”

“I was taken in a sect but I stayed as shizun’s personal disciple. I never interacted with anyone else but him.”

“Hmm.” Xie Lian stirred his pot thoughtfully and tasted it. Could have used a bit more salt. “Humour me. How did we meet?”

“At the mid-autumn banquet. You were nice.”

Was that enough? Surely there were many heavenly officials willing to be nice just to gain the favour of the Martial God of the West. He had seen that official trying to ingratiate himself to Yin Yu that tragic mid-autumn banquet long past. There must have been many more in the years since.

“You helped me. You cared. I may not remember for what but I know you are good.” He then went back to chopping, as if he didn’t say anything worth of notice.

It was something else to hear this from Quan Yizhen out of all people. He spoke his mind without censor and without any ulterior motives. He wasn’t involved in Xianle’s past; he only knew Xie Lian here and now and only for a short while in the grand scheme of things. Quan Yizhen truly believed in Xie Lian’s goodness for something he didn’t even remember nor interested in remembering. He was at peace; more at peace, Xie Lian suspected, than if he remembered who Yin Yu was and knew the latter was avoiding him.

And for that, Xie Lian was almost willing to leave this memory curse in place.

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“This is Yin Yu.”

This person didn’t look very impressive, shoulders hunched and eyes flittering around, as if trying to avoid looking at him.

Quan Yizhen didn’t know why Xie Lian wanted to introduce this person to him but he tried using his very best people skills, courtesy of Xie Lian’s teachings. “Hi.”

Yin Yu seemed to jolt, his head raising to stare at him. It was a while of Xie Lian’s smile slowly faltering before Yin Yu slumped and nodded back.

Xie Lian clapped his hands together. “Good, good. We all know each other now. Let’s go inside.”

Inside Puqi Shrine, they settled around the table, a tea service already set.

Xie Lian gestured at the teapot, staring at him. Quan Yizhen stared back blankly. Xie Lian did some gesture with his hands, one hand tilting up and down while the other curled to make a tube like shape. When that didn’t elicit anything, Xie Lian whispered, “Pour the tea.”

Quan Yizhen made a soft ‘oh’ sound before doing so, starting with Xie Lian’s. He then moved on to Yin Yu. The latter moved the cup away before he expected it so Quan Yizhen ended up accidentally pouring tea onto the table, which then splashed onto Yin Yu’s clothes. Quan Yizhen picked up a nearby towel and tried dabbing at the tea stains to dry off Yin Yu’s clothes. Tried, because he was stopped by a hand grasping his wrist.

“It’s fine,” Yin Yu said, before snapping his fingers. His clothes were instantly dried off, no spots of tea left.

Quan Yizhen was left feeling off-kiltered. He felt like he recognised those hands for some reason, like it once guided him into position almost daily. And his voice seemed to calm some jagged piece inside him that he didn’t even know was there.

“Qi Ying, you're crying?!” Xie Lian sounded panicked, coming closer to tug him away but he stayed firm.

“I'm crying?” Quan Yizhen reached up to touch his cheeks, shocked to find his fingers coming up wet. “I don't know why though, I'm not sad.”

But that was false. He felt something deep in his stomach, queasy and twisting. His heart felt heavy and an intense yearning rushed over him, telling him to never let go, that he'll never see him again. But not let go of what? Not see who again? Quan Yizhen didn't understand. He was sure he had never seen this person in his life.

“I should leave.” This Yin Yu person stood up before edging towards the exit.

Quan Yizhen wanted to argue, protest, stop him in some way, but nothing made sense. Why would he want that? His legs were shaky, like he couldn’t support himself anymore, so he dropped to floor and curled up, arms hugging his legs as he rested his chin on his knees. Tears were still streaming down his face.

Xie Lian sat beside him, his warm presence comforting him slightly. Quan Yizhen leaned in and closed his eyes, letting Xie Lian run his fingers through his hair and wondering if it was worth trying to find out what in the heavens was going on.

Inspired by this post (x)

qyz sacrifices his memories of yy to bring yy back postcanon. It’s truly a clean slate now - yy doesn’t have to worry about qyz annoying him anymore and qyz doesn’t have to feel indebted to someone who doesn’t like him; if they choose to have a relationship, it’s more equal now

[starry-blue-echoes]

Jonathan Reincarnation AU (I am not typing the whole thing) + Peanut Gallery: Jonathan and Jonathan and Jonathan and Jonathan and Jonathan and Jonathan. Jonathanception.

ERUWFNHJREBHERSRS W H E E Z E

the Jonathan's all show up and have a moment of Wait A Fucking Moment- and then they start comparing notes about their respective lives and What They Should Do

[sturchling]

First off I love your Miraculous Ladybug fics. Also I don't know if you are a Black Butler fan or not. But if you are could you please do a fic where Lila causes a that destroys Marinette's home/bakery, which kills Marinette's parents and severely injures Marinette. While in the hospital recovering Roland finds out what Lila did and talks with Gina, both recently have been diagnosed with cancer and want to make sure Marinette is taken care of when they die. Gina or Roland remember a story told to them by a descendant of the Phantomhive servants (In this fic it follows season 2 with Sebastian being able to get Ciel's memories back before Claude tried to brainwash him and was able to eat Ciel's soul) (either from when Gina was in traveling in England or someone who Roland's father knew during WWII) about a demon who acted like a caretaker for a child in the late 1800's. They both decide to sacrifice themselves so Marinette can be cared for. One summons Sebastian the other summons Claude. The terms of the contract are simple, in exchange for eating the soul of the person who summoned their specific demon the summoned demon would care for Marinette, act as her guardian, help her achieve her dreams, and care for her, her husband and their children until Marinette passes away from old age. The contract is accepted with both demons. While caring for Marinette it becomes sort of a contest between the two demons of them trying to out do each other in different ways (if Claude gets her multiple roles of different color spider silk fabric, Sebastian "accidentally" gets Marinette introduced to several high ranking nobles ["Hello, my ancestor worked for your ancestor's peer. What a small world. Might I introduce you to my ward?"] that become her clients. Due to the two demons' shenanigans Lila gets exposed, the Butterfly and Peacock are recovered, Adrien's mother is awakened, Marinette gets some real friends (Will, Ronald, Grell, and the Undertaker got reincarnated and regain their memories after a while) and falls in love with her future husband (either Will, Ronald, or the Undertaker. The only reason I don't do this fic myself is I can't write Black Butler characters even though it's one of my favorite animes.

Sorry this took so long, I wanted to try my best to make the characters accurate, so I had to rewatch some of the show. I hope I did good, but I am pretty rusty, writing these characters. But I tried my best! Hope you like it!

Lila was getting more and more dangerous. She didn't just want to ruin Marinette's social life anymore. Now she wanted to ruin her entire life, or even end it. One night, when everyone was asleep, Lila broke into the bakery and started a fire. She made sure that it would spread to the upper floors and then she raced from the building before she was spotted.

The fire spread quickly and soon the entire building, bakery and the apartment were completely engulfed. Marinette woke up to the smell of smoke and Tikki yelling in her ear. Despite the kwami screaming at her to leave the apartment, Marinette raced down to her parents room, to see if they had gotten out, but the door was blocked by debris falling from the ceiling. The thick black smoke was choking Marinette as she tried in vain to get to her parents. By the time Tikki managed to convince Marinette that they had to leave, Marinette was severely burned on her arms, legs, and back. As she blindly felt her way to the exit, a now exposed wooden beam in the ceiling, came crashing down, landing on Marinette's legs. With her legs pinned and unable to move, Marinette passed out. Thankfully firefighters had already been called and pulled Marinette from the flames before it was too late. On lookers from the neighborhood watched in horror as the bakery went up in flames. Once the fire was put out and Marinette was sent to the closest hospital, the firefighters went into the apartment and found Tom and Sabine. They had died in their room, unable to get out because of the debris blocking their door.

The next morning, the whole city seemed to be grieving. Tom and Sabine were well loved people in the city and everyone was distraught over the loss. But no one was more distraught than Marinette and her grandparents. Roland and Gina heard about the fire early that morning and were horrified to learn that Tom and Sabine were gone. But their one piece of solace was that Marinette had survived. They both raced to the hospital and comforted their granddaughter. But they had a bigger problem. Both Gina and Roland were getting older, now both in their late 80's. Both of them also had several severe health conditions and likely wouldn't be around for much longer as it is. And then who would take care of Marinette? That is when Gina remembered a story she had heard when she was in England. A story of two boys in the Victorian era who had made deals with demons, and those demons took care of the boys. Soon after, both boys' souls were eaten by their respective demons. As much as Gina and Roland didn't want to leave Marinette, they thought that this was the best thing for her. The only way to know that she would truly be cared for.

That night, after they left the hospital, they summoned the demons the same way as in the story Gina heard. The room became dark with shadow and two voices spoke from the darkness, asking the two elderly people why they had been summoned. "We summoned you to make a deal. Our granddaughter has recently lost her parents and we likely will not be around much longer as it is. We heard stories about how you two cared for two boys in the Victorian era in exchange for their respective souls. In exchange for our souls, we want you to take care of our Marinette. To help her achieve her goals, protect her, and care for her until she dies. Both demons agreed to the deal. After all, they had already cared for children before, so they had the skills to do it, and the souls of these two people who would willingly do this for their granddaughter would be nice to have. With the contract sealed, Gina and Roland wrote in their wills that Marinette was to be cared for by Sebastian and Claude, claiming they were old family friends. They also took the two demons to meet Marinette, so that Marinette would at least meet the two before they began caring for her. Once the legalities were taken care of and Marinette had met the two, Sebastian and Claude took their payment and Gina and Roland died.

Marinette was overcome with the grief of not just losing her parents, but now her grandparents as well. Sebastian and Claude, who her grandparents had recently introduced her to, were declared her guardians and began watching over her. Roland had left Marinette his house, so she had somewhere to live. While Marinette began to settle into the new normal of her life, Sebastian and Claude got to work on the first order of business. They were going to get justice for Marinette's parents. They knew that the fire was not an accident and that someone had set it on purpose. The evidence was obvious, but the police were stuck. They didn't know who did it. But Sebastian and Claude quickly learned that it was a girl named Lila who had been tormenting their charge for years now. All they had to do was phone in an anonymous tip to the police about the girl, and the police searched Lila's apartment. Mrs. Rossi kept sayin this was a mistake and her daughter couldn't have done this, but the police soon found evidence of her involvement, including the accelerant used at the bakery. Lila was confused, sure that she had gotten rid of it all. But Lila was arrested quickly, as a crowd had now grown outside of her apartment building. Several members of Mrs. Bustier's class were there and saw Lila being dragged out in cuffs. As Paris looked on in horror at the arsonist that had killed the Dupain-Chengs, no one noticed the shadow like figures standing to the side, smiling coldly at the scene.

They also quickly figured out that Marinette was Ladybug and even figured out that Adrien was Chat Noir when he came over to check on Marinette. They learned this by sensing the souls of the kwami. Since the kwami's souls are obviously not human, and Marinette kept disappearing during the akuma attacks, it didn't take long for the demons to be sure of their suspicion that Marinette was Ladybug. After confirming this, they felt that defeating Hawkmoth fell under their duty of caring for Marinette so they set out to find out who Hawkmoth was. They were able to sense the souls of other kwami in the city. They sensed two other kwami in Adrien's house. With only two kwami present in the house, they were certain that this was the location of Hawkmoth. To confirm this, Claude used a smaller version of his demon form to enter the manor and watch the residents of the house. Claude soon saw Gabriel and Natalie transform with the missing miraculous. Now that they had confirmation, it was time to end Hawkmoth.

The two demons began to plague Gabriel and Natalie with nightmares and torment them constantly. In each nightmare, they made it abundantly clear that this was because of their actions as Hawkmoth and Mayura. Soon, Gabriel and Natalie could hardly sleep and were almost driven completely mad. They surrendered to Ladybug and the miraculous were recovered. Gabriel and Natalie were sent to prison for their crimes. When Marinette learned why Gabriel had done everything and what happened to Emilie, she used everything she had learned about magic to help revive her. Sebastian and Claude lent some of their power to this endeavor as well, not wanting their charge to exhaust herself in the attempt. Adrien had his mom back, and the two moved to England to get away from all the trouble Gabriel had caused as Hawkmoth.

With all the major problems in Marinette's life taken care of, Marinette could relax a bit and focus on her fashion. While she thought it was odd that her grandparents had left her in Sebastian and Claude's care, she did think they were doing a wonderful job. They helped to support all her dreams, any way they could. Claude once brought her several different rolls of fabric made from spider silk. This of course, renewed the rivalry between the two demons. Sebastian brought Marinette to England, making the excuse that it was to see her friend. While there, Sebastian made sure to 'run into' the descendants of some old friends. Several nobles and aristocrats found a charming man and young girl in front of them at many parties. The man seemed familiar to them all, especially the older guests at these parties. They were sure they had encountered this man before. When asked if they knew him, the Sebastian always responded with "My ancestor worked as a butler for one of your ancestor's peers. He worked in the Phantomhive manor as the butler to Ciel Phantomhive. It truly is a small world for us to meet. May I introduce my charge, Ms. Marinette Dupain-Cheng." Sebastian spent the whole night talking up Marinette's fashion business and Marinette would leave these parties with several more clients than when she arrived.

Claude and Sebastian kept trying to out do each other in their attempts to care for Marinette. Helping her with her designs, getting her fancy fabrics and equipment, even convincing several major fashion magazines to feature her work. As odd as the arrangement was, it did work. Marinette met several new friends, thanks to Sebastian and Claude's interference. She even met the man that she would marry. A man who looked suspiciously like Will, from all those decades ago. As the years went by, even after Marinette was an adult and didn't need caretakers anymore, Sebastian and Claude continued to watch over and protect her, as per their contract. And they would watch over her, for the rest of her life.

[golbrocklovely]

i got nothing else to post yet, so....

here are more of colby’s tweets from 2019.

i don’t have proof that these are his tweets, but believe me, they are his.

if it’s bold and italicized, it’s someone’s tweet to him.

if it’s in (), that’s just me commenting lol

~~~~~~~~~~~

April 4 - be proud to be different

April 5 - we messed up

not in the best mood to post, but I filmed this video a couple days ago, so here it is. (Not monetized)

April 7 - i’ll miss you

(and then snc took a month-ish break)

May 2 - haunted

May 6 - try hard not to care , the worlds not gunna stop turning anyways

i finally got promoted in my friend group from 3rd wheel to 5th wheel it’s an amazing lifestyle you guys should try it sometime

May 12 - happy mother’s day to all mothers of the world we love you, and thank you for everything

May 13 - look, MOMMA I MADE IT TO FORBES

May 14 - every night when the clock strikes midnight, the taco bell gods descend from above and bully me into eating their beefy 5 layer burrito. i need help

i’m a sad, single, 5th wheeling emo boy and the only thing that makes my heart smile is @/bumble. download and come find me #bumblepartner

May 15 - sometimes i just can’t feel anything

May 16 - how can you be yourself when you don’t know who you are

May 19 - woke up wanting more tattoos

everybody send me pics of their pets

*someone replies with a pic of koki*

i miss her so much it HURTS

i used to have 3 guinea pigs. (they all died horrible deaths Face with hand over mouth)

(i'm curious to hear this story since he says it all the time but at the same time.... maybe i don't want to lol)

May 20 - the embarrassing things i’ve done on the internet haunt me more than any spirit we’ve encountered

May 23 - yesterday i postmated 4 times… guys i think i have a problem

May 24 - aloha

people suck

@/andrearussett: is this because i didn’t notice u on my instagram live……………. please forgive me

@/colbybrock: literally the only reason i tweeted this how’d you know

@/andrearussett: it was a gut feeling. hope we can move past this :/

@/colbybrock: just notice me more often okay? i’m your biggest fan

May 25 - i can’t trust anyone who eats chunky peanut butter

May 27 - ima reincarnate into a black swan

June 1 - your words have so much power

June 2 - the only thing that makes me cry is sad dog movies

June 3 - i’m ready to go i’m not ready to go

June 11 - i didn’t change i grew up

June 13 - the woods aren’t safe

June 18 - all you need is your close friends

June 19 - i’ve been doin my own thing

June 20 - we’re not in kansas anymore *pic of the sunflower tattoo*

June 23 - imma die when god wants so who cares

(this boy was seriously in a bad spot mentally. it's so sad to look back at this time, bc i think he was really going thru it)

June 25 - why am i always so tired

June 27 - i’ll always be a lil kansas boy at heart

time to get to the bottom of this

damn. people dying way way too young cause of drugs. shits not cool. it’s so sad

June 29 - keep fighting

[qiqi-media]

Descendants AU idea: Audrey turns Back time

I miss writing but I have other priorities that I can’t even get to so here’s a little synopsis of an Au that I wanted to write. I read a lot of web novels in Chinese and a common theme is 重生恶毒女配 “reincarnated evil supporting female role” and how they walk away from the the original plot and decided to come up a plot with this trope for Audrey. 

Audrey Turns Back time:

Audrey Rose thought her life was perfect...well that was until the VKs showed up and everything went to hell just as she expected. She got her boyfriend taken by Mal the daughter of her family’s number one enemy and then lost all of her friends and fell hard from grace. Her once loving, caring family now looked at her sneers and snickers some laughing at her fall while others are disappointed in her not being able to become Queen. The people she thought were her friends stuck with the new girl leaving her to the dust. The boy she thought loved her and she would rule side by side with lived on like they never happened. Her anger and hopelessness boiled up “How could this happen” she thought over and over.  Her final attempt at becoming Queen fails with her ending up dead at the hands of Mal bertha. After her death she meets a god who tells her she was always destined to lose because she wasn’t the main character. This was when she finally found out that all of the despair and hurt she felt was just a footnote in a book called descendants. After reading the book and seeing all the schemes and lies and how she was portrayed her blood boiled and then cooled once she realized she’d lose regardless. The god then told her he could send her back to where it all started with magic and the power to turn into a dragon if she traveled and  completed the role of being the evil supporting character that helped glue the main characters together in 10 different worlds. “Was I wrong”, She thought as she made her decision and she decided she wasn’t, she didn’t care that the VKS or Mal were in Auradon they fucked her over anyway. After completing the mission in all 10 worlds she woke up in her dorm room at Auradon prep and rushed to check the date. It was a week before the VKS would arrive at Auradon. They wouldn’t win this time, especially not Mal her magic was more powerful than hers being built up and used in 10 different worlds and her dragon had multiple different forms. Things were going to change and she refused to fall from grace.

VKS are coming to Auradon? Who cares don’t look for trouble with me and the whole isle can come to Auradon.

Ben wants to break up? Not if I stop him from eating that drug cookie he won’t.

Mal wants to take the wand at coronation? Ben’s not eating her drug cookie so she won’t even be in the room. 

Grammy wants to nag again? Can’t hear her I’ve moved out and left the family.

Ariana secretly likes Ben and wants to take my place as “Queen” instead? You can have him and that hollow position that you’ll never get. 

Ben can break up with me After coronation but I’m not going to let the plot continue with me being humiliated and Ben being taken advantaged of. I’m the Main character now.......

Sigh I wish I had the time to fully write this

[luvreyn]

My Manhwa List (2021) Part 1

So the first post of 2021! Hope you all had a splendid holidays, and have a marvelous days ahead!

It Was All a Mistake

Summary:

At a young age, Durua Valrose realizes that she’s been reincarnated as the villainess of a novel who is destined to die at the hands of the male protagonist, Nocturne Edgar. Determined to change her fate, she tries to befriend Nocturne, but little does she know that he is the only living black mage who can hear, sense, and even control people’s thoughts and emotions. To Nocturne, Durua is an enigma. She is the first person that he’s encountered who is not susceptible to his magic, a fact that makes him feel both intrigued and intimidated at the same time. The two form a strained friendship, but Durua has no idea whether the story is changing for better or worse. Will she be able to rewrite her ending and escape death?

THOUGHTS AND WHY YOU SHOULD READ:

- art = 4.5/5 just look at it!!!

- plot = 4/5

- so far so good

- ML is a bit asshole-y for now (tho understandable) but waiting for character development

- I love the mc’s friend - such a great one!

- verdict, a good read!

I Only Love Hana

Summary:

Yoon Hana is suddenly forced to leave her beloved neighborhood and must move to a different town.

Instead of being enrolled at her high school she was supposed to be in, she got enrolled to Youngsol High. And with that Hana anticipate her new start. However, she ends up being an outsider on the first day of transfer and even ran into a scary maie student...! She worries about if she'll be able to have peaceful daily life, yet... "I'll help you make 100 friends!!" The open-hearted Hana ends up making a completely nonsensical promise to Chang-wook, who has a different side to him unlike from the rumors surrounding him.

This is the sunny-like Hana and gloomy, but beautiful Chang-wooks's project to make friends!

THOUGHTS AND WHY YOU SHOULD READ:

- the wholesomeness I need!

- plot = 3/5

- art = 3.5/5

- so wholesome so cute

- comedic gold

- meme-able faces!

- the leads are the cutest!!!!

- f l u f f y and c u t e n e s s overload

- verdict, great read especially if you just want a light read manhwa :D

I Married the Male Lead's Dad 

Summary:

In my real life, I was happy simping and fawning over Abel Louvremont, the main character of my favorite book ‘Persona.’ But after a fateful car accident, I woke up in ‘Persona,’ but when Abel is still a precious child. Now, as Aisha Heathcliff, I can simp the adorable Abel up close, squee!! I’ll do anything I can to make sure he gets what he needs! And, somehow, that means I’m engaged to... his dad?

THOUGHTS AND WHY YOU SHOULD READ:

- art = 5/5 ugh the art is perfect

- plot = 5/5 as it deserves

- I s e k a I

- MC IS SO PRETTY I’M IN LOVE!!!

- C O M E D Y 

- A B E L is so cute, so fluffy

- he deserves the best

- ML IS SO HANDSOME LIKE?? WHYY??

- my new fav

- VERDICT: highly recommended!! 

As You Wish, My Lady

Summary:

Hyun Eun Suh, age 7. She was taken care of by the CEO Cha Deok Man, who regarded her great-grandfather as a great benefactor. 15 years later, CEO Cha collapsed after falling ill, and so wanted her to marry one of his grandsons?! The conglomerate’s future depends on Eun-Suh who was loved more than CEO Cha’s own descendants! During this time, Cha Jin Ha who was like her real older brother dropped a huge announcement? “Miss, are you still considering who you want to marry? Of course, you have to marry me.” A man who she cares for most in the world and yet someone whose feelings remain indecipherable, can she trust him?

THOUGHTS AND WHY YOU SHOULD READ:

- art = 4/5

- plot = 3.5/5 ala telenovela 

- can I just say that the grandad is such a jerk? grrr

- MC is too taken in with ‘gratitude’ that it breaks my heart 

- ML is manipulative fox boi

- MCs friends are the best!!

- why must all the men in this story be a jerk?!

- and the relatives too!

- verdict, if you enjoyed boys over flowers and all story involving rich guy x poor girl drama, you’d probably enjoy this

The Newlywed Game: How to Save My Husband

Summary:

The ideal husband; a romantic wedding day; a perfect honeymoon... Everything looks as if it's going in the right direction, but instead I'm suddenly living a fantasy?!! Hahahaha, what the hell's going on?! Every time I fail a quest, I'm thrown right back to the beginning of the mission! Where exactly is this heading!? To protect my husband, Yeoyun, and stop travelling back in time, I must control this marriage and the in-laws!

THOUGHTS AND WHY YOU SHOULD READ:

- art = 4/5

- plot = 4.5/5

- relatable af

- MC is so pretty :3

- the in law is so close to reality that I just -- screams

- so far so good

- f u n n y

- verdict, a good read.

[bogosbintedthealien]

Writing An Otome Isekai Thingy

Anyway, as the title states, I'm writing an otome isekai thingy! I didn't know where else to post this (besides r/otomeisakai), so here I am. I'm writing one for 3 reasons.

A- I’m very bored. :(

B- My brother rec me one of these things a few months ago; I've descended into the rabbit hole ever since.

C- Writer's block! I wanna write for my fanfics, but my brain said no. Maybe if I write OG content it can get my creative juices going and I can finally go back to working on updates.

Had a couple of ideas for a story and had my brother pick one by random.

The 'guy gets reincarnated as the yandere capture target' idea got picked.

My general idea is that a guy who’s an Otaku and reads/watches romance series as a guilty pleasure gets reincarnated into an otome. He actually played the otome he’s in bc his younger sister basically nagged him to bc she wanted someone to talk to about it.

He realizes though that he woke up as the baby version of Shamus Hendell, the yandere capture target of Yellow Rose of Amarea.

Yanderes don’t typically become yanderes through a loving family and a good life, so of course this character had a tragic anime backstory and goes through maybe hardships in his life before ending up in the academy where the game starts.

The MC realizes this and is freaking out, bc he doesn’t want to deal with the series of horrible events that the OG character went through.

I like series where the Protag kisses up others to survive bc even if they’re appealing to others, typically they are the ones who have others wrapped around their fingers. (And for some reason that’s assuming to me.)

So he kinda ends up doing that. He seeks out the other capture targets, and the heroine and villainess. Mostly to get them on his side. His thought process is, ‘if I can’t really protect myself, why not get ppl in higher places to do it for me?’

And it does work as he gets very chummy with the 2nd prince who’s the one that gets him out of the bad situation first. And bc he has the attention of the second prince, he’s able to meet some of them other characters.

There’s a few characters he won't meet until the academy arc, but most of the important characters he’ll meet around here.

For instance, there’s the commoner character who got into the school through scholarships or bc he has high/rare magic skills or whatever. He’s also one of the capture targets. The MC doesn’t want to find him bc he wants his guy on his side, but bc he knows this guy is actually batshit crazy. He wants to find him earlier to stop him from blah blah that the guy does in all his endings. But he cannot find him until then bc this dude is a commoner and the MC is still technically a part of high society. So it was basically impossible to find him.

This is going to be a big anxiety of the MC once he’s in a more comfortable position. Knowing that this guy in the future will try to do smth very drastic and dangerous, is still out there.

The MC will try to appeal to important characters by acting weak and soft, like, a crybaby a guess? He wants to seem like a little rabbit to others. And to his utter surprise, it fucking works. (He’s taking advantage of his softboi looks, as the character was designed to look feminine and non-threatening so fans during the hype wouldn’t be able to tell the character was going to be a yandere. And therefore making the fact like, a plot twist in the game as Shamus comes off as a quite n’ shy guy at first.)

He forms a bromance with the 2nd prince. After some stuff happens he befriends the villainess who ends up crushing on him. The villainess big bro who’s a siscon is chill w/ him since his sister likes him. But is very much in the mindset that if the MC hurts his sis in any way, he’s never gonna see the light of day. The heroine falls for him very quickly which is actually off-putting for him. (The joke is that she’s airheaded & kinda dumb. She just has a very cheerful personality by default. The reasoning is that that’s how marketing portrayed her and since she’s supposed to be a blank slate that’s just what her personality turned into.) The heroine 100% has her bangs covering her eyes.

The MC leaves a powerful impression on the short cute boy (who’s actually a meanie) and later in the academy arc has this weird anime admiration for him. You know what I’m talking about. The commoner, while harboring a hatred for the aristocrats and nobles, respects the MC to an extent later turning into a crush. (That of which will absolutely give the MC whiplash.)

Two characters who are mobs in the game become the MC’s normal friends when he feels like the personality of the main characters are too much. Maybe he has more mob friends idk yet, but two of the ones he adored as characters the most both end up having crushes on him. One girl, one boy.

5 ppl will like-like him. Perfectly balanced as all things should be.

He definitely takes advantage of this lmao. (In like, a protection squad way, not harem.)

Maybe I’ll even have two of the girls lose interest bc they realize they like each other,,,, Have a lilly aside romance,,,, You know bc,,,gurls pretty,,,,

My need for sapphic content aside, ultimately my goal is to have fun while writing this and confuse the heck hacky out of my readers on who the true love interest will be. >:)

I guess I’ll mostly be writing this with a wattpad audience in mind??? (But it’s mostly just for fun so who knows.)

Since AO3 is more oriented to fanfics, my Quotev is the physical manifestation of a dead goldfish in a bowl, and I don’t think this is smth the ppl on FictionPress would like to read about… So yeah, my Wattpad audience it is. I have no choice.

I’m still on the 1st ch as I keep revising my outline. I at least want a solid outline of the first arc before I post anything. Imma try and attempt constant updates but to do so I need to know wtf I’m doing. So all this jazz is subject to change.

And just to let you know how the tone of the story will be (for most of it, the 1st arc is definitely going to be more serious), the title for chapter 1 is ‘Sorry Truck-kun, You’ve Been Replaced’ since he died by choking on an apple instead of being hit by a truck.