#I almost became a mortician

[rawrsatthetree]

Lol ok so it’s reasonable to assume Astarion doesn’t have access to his favored perfume between getting kidnapped and returning to Baldur’s Gate. So imagine Durge (maybe even Tav) who starts to love Astarion’s sent as they grow close to him. Not bergamot, rosemary, and brandy but his actual scent as the remnants of his perfume fades. They’re not sure what it is but it smells like him and becomes comforting to them. Then they start encountering more undead in act two only to have the realization the Astarion smell they love so much is corpse smell.

[babisawyer]

couldn't get the damn app to work to watch exorcist 2 so I watched the autopsy of jane doe instead.

[yandere-romanticaa]

Here are some crumbs about yandere mortician! From now on, his name is Viktor. (I'll make a detailed post about him, his personality, looks later, I promise.)

masterlist.

Viktor can often be seen with headphones in his ears, his expression neutral and eyes glazed over with a sheen of nothingness. When he's spotted in public people want to give him the benefit of doubt and say he's just lost in his own world, consumed by the sound of music. Perhaps he's just so in tune with the lyrics, maybe they speak to him on a level which people often seek out when listening to music. His playlist is filled with all sorts of songs - be it long ballads, cheesy love songs, generic pop, heavy metal, screamo, classical music, frankly some songs you wouldn't even expect someone like him wouldn't even listen at all(a la WAP by Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion).

Even while working, Viktor likes to have something playing in the background. His co-workers often joke about his music taste but he just shrugs them off without saying anything. It's all just a rollercoaster, a complete mess but he likes it that way. It's fun to be on his toes.

Truthfully, Viktor never liked music. He never bothered paying attention to the lyrics nor the meaning or even the tune of the song.

He simply can't stand the silence.

Viktor is a walking contradiction - he dislikes most people and yet wishes to be a part of them. He wants to be someone. But he doesn't know how to do that. His way of coping became listening to music. He even learned to play some instruments growing up, thinking that maybe someone would take a liking to him.

Even so, no one bothered with him. He was still a nobody.

Some did admire him, from a safe distance at least. His aura was black as charcoal and posture stiff as a board. Even if one dared to look at him for too long it felt like Viktor would pluck their eyes out if he caught them looking.

Perhaps he would. He wasn't sure either.

The sounds had no meaning to him. It was all used to cover up the silence, pure white noise. Nothing more, nothing less.

All of that came to a screeching halt once he met you, his tiny piece of sunshine.

You'd go through his playlist, sometimes scoffing, sometimes liking the things you saw. His eccentric side never failed to amuse you. Amongst that jungle you'd ask him who his favorite artists were, if he had anyone specific he liked.

Viktor said the names of some random artists he thought you fancied yourself. He wanted you to like him.

His answer ultimately did not matter in the end as you would still recommend some of your own personal favorite songs to him. Viktor promised he'd give them a listen as soon as he could.

Later that evening, he was hard at work. As he was putting on his coat he turned towards his phone and reached towards it, slightly eager to see what you had in store for him. The song played quietly in the background as gently rain tapped against the window, giving the morgue a more tranquil feel than it ought to have. The person on his table tonight was an old man who presumably died of a heart attack earlier this morning.

Poor soul. That was all he could bother to say.

The evening went on as it usually did but Viktor could not stop thinking about you. His sweet little sunshine, he was so touched by the fact that you bothered to go so far for him. He could feel his heart racing as unfamiliar butterflies started to flutter in his chest.

Badum. Badum. Badum.

If he wasn't careful he would be the next one to die of a heart attack.

The music got a bit louder as it reached the chorus, its tune almost perfectly in sync with his heart. He hadn't even realized that he started to sway his hips gently. Left, right, left right.

It felt like the correct thing to do.

Viktor also picked up the sound of a male voice humming which was odd, considering the fact that the singer of the song was a woman. He nearly dropped his scalpel as he realized that the one who was humming was him, not someone else, him.

For the first time in his life, Viktor bothered to pay attention to the song. The singer detailed her undying feelings for her lover, promising herself to them and them only.

Viktor thought about you the entire time. He never fancied himself as a dancer but if he could, he would want nothing more than to dance with you.

Would you want to dance with him?

For the first time in his life, Viktor found joy in the music he listened to. And it was all thanks to his sunshine.

🔪 TAGS: @shamelessdarkprince

[sheisburiedhere]

The GraveRobber

Andrew graves x reader

Warning: cursing, sexual stuff

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

...

Jax...

You remember sitting on your sweet boyfriend's lap around midnight eating pizza and playing Mario kart the night before he left. Did you do something wrong? After all you both been through together... he just up and left? Why?...

He was you best friend since childhood, you both went to the same preschool, took baths together when you had play dates, had sleepovers every other weekend, all that jazz. Jax was really kind of cute , He had light brown curly hair , with equally light brown freckles that covered his fair skin and he always wore these long sleeve shirts with sweaters over them or this dark blue space themed hoodie that you would occasionally borrow when he was at work. It smelt like fresh linen and Irish spring body wash.

Jax preferred a "traditional" relationship ,he didn't like you wearing makeup and anything tight or short because he didn't like guys gawking over you. He didn't want you to work even though you wanted to work as mortician but he didn't find that feminine and well it creeped him out. So you decided to sacrifice your dream to well compromise in your relationship , you stay home in your shared apartment, doing the cleaning , cooking, and all those household chores. It isn't like you hated these things, you are actually pretty skilled at it.

But after Jax got a new job , you both moved to this apartment and well after a month , he left. It feels like it was almost planned... like ever since you both arrived here, he grew distant and well now looking back at everything... you should have know.

He started coming home late, like really late . He started complaining about you and how you looked and why don't you try dressing more modern and feminine and you remember turning and looking at him like HUH?! And that's when you start smelling very sweet perfume on his work suit. The same work suit that you wash and iron. But you must be crazy right, he would never cheat on you anything, he always acted like a saint.

That bitch

You're gonna find him.

And make him pay.

"OH MY GOSH," you yelled hitting against your neighbour wall with your fists, "TURN OFF THAT MUSIC," you screamed but that did nothing. You groan as you slam your head against the wall as a last attempt.

You decide to clean your small apartment, it became a habit now, I mean well there isn't anything really to do other watch tv and sleep. Can't really eat, have to ration food, maybe you shouldn't have really given those two emo siblings a whole box of food. But that was out of your good heart , you want to hate everyone but you just can't. It was a good thing you did.

*Your Love Increases*

You sigh, as you go to change your clothes after showering looking at the dreary patterns on your long skirts and and ugly blouses that Jax bought for you to wear. But you remember your clothes that you wore in high school which are stuffed in black trash bag in your closet after Jax threatened you to throw away if you continued wearing them because he claimed that you were cheating by doing so. You burst the bag open and empty it on the bed and you smile as you remember how good you used to feel wearing these. You grabbed an outfit and put it on.

You look at your outfit in the mirror , twirling and grinning and you decided to put on some makeup. Damn you look hot.

*Your Confidence Increases*

You turn back to the clothes that you now realized you hated and look at them. You bunch up the clothes , and slam open the balcony door and start dumping out the clothes outside onto the street. Your heart races wildly as you see the clothes being run over by speeding car. It was almost... pleasurable. Your chest rises and falls heavily as you breathe hard , smiling madly.

As you come down from your high, your eyes meet the older of the Graves siblings- Andrew with his eyes widened, his mouth slightly opened and halfway burnt cigarette almost falling out his mouth. His eyes traces over your body lingering at certain places and then at your lips and repeats this as if he was in a trance. You blush, its been a while since someone looked you like this, you don't even think Jax ever looked you like this well since... ever.

You snapped your fingers in front his eyes as he blinks out of his trance. "H-ey, um- wow you look uh- wow," he covers his face partially, blushing trying to avoid eye contact or his eyes contacting with any part of you than can make his knees give out. Before you speak , he continues , "Damn I mean you look beautiful since the first day I saw you moving in but damn you look so good, I mean you looked hot in what I saw you in last time but-" he breathes in hard as he continues admiring you. He starts back again " This enhances your hotness," he smiles nervously also playing with his hair as his eye gets lost in yours.

You smile mischievously, without words you use your index finger to call him over to your balcony while biting the bottom of your lip. Jax never made you feel so... horny but damn you are now and you want to enjoy this badly and come on, Andrew is hot. His eyes widen as he smirks and sets up his makeshift bridge to cross over coolly , he turns to flick the cigarette off the balcony and turns back to face you .

He pushes you against the balcony door , tracing his hands on your hips, he kisses your neck , light and soft then he pecks your lips. Its almost as if he is afraid to touch you like if you're glass, or so you thought. He squeezes your hips roughly , bucking up against you private area making you groan, running his tongue against your lips asking for entry. You open your mouth as you start feeling heated, his tongue slips in, dancing with yours, fighting for dominance and winning. He drinks in your moans as you grind against him. He pulls away from the kiss reluctantly, leaning down to whisper in your ear as he grabs two handfuls of your ass, "Tell me what you want me to do Y/n, say it and I'll do it , please say it Y/n."

Face flustered as you are just mind fucked from this amount of physical interaction, you wrapped you arms around his neck , breathing heavily as your chest touches his , " Andrew I wanna-,"

"ANDREW , where the actual hell are you I need you to come rub my feet," Ashley annoying whines loudly that it can be heard from where you both were. Andrew jumps back with a scared but annoyed look as if he has touched fire but his hands is still on your hips almost as if glued almost as if he didn't want to let go.

He breathes in apologetically as he steps back, giving you a quick deep kiss holding to your face saying " I'm sorry but I really like you , but if Ashley finds out I don't know what she'll do...", "ANNDREEWWWW" she yells . He groans loudly as you give him a kiss again and he leaves to go back into his apartment.

You look longingly at the apartment and scowls

"Stupid Cock block"

[veespee]

My Creepypasta AU

okay i don't have a name yet but,,, bear with me 😭 anyway i just wanted to make a general post about my AU! (inspirations, setting, the characters, the changes and how it works) hope you guys like it :)

SETTING: Pinewood, Texas / The Piney Woods - summer of '93.

INSPIRATIONS: Texas Chainsaw Massacre, House of 1000 Corpses, and in general older horror movies and slashers. (and of course credit to Moon for inspiring+encouraging me to write it :)!

look below the cut for the characters and more info!

CHARACTERS + BRIEF SUMMARY:

(these are just the ones i have an idea of, there will be more added in the future)

Jeff The Killer/Jeff Woods -> Jeffery Thomas/'Butcher of The Woods': was diagnosed with ASPD, left to live in a cabin on Piney Woods after his parents kicked him out, and became a serial killer who targets hikers and campers. his face got burned almost entirely after his first kill went wrong. he also owns a bulldog named 'Butcher', after being nicknamed 'Butcher of The Woods' by the townspeople.

Eyeless Jack/Jack Nyras -> Jack Underwood: was bullied from a young age, started developing anxiety issues, panic attacks and seizures. due to him living in a small, heavily religious town, medicine was pretty much nonexistent. his parents believed he was possessed, so they took him to the town's priest. the priest did a dangerous exorcism, which actually invoked a demon to possess him. Jack fled the scene after almost killing the priest, fleeing to the forest out of fear of hurting others. in the forest, the demon forces him to eat specific organs, usually from animals, but there are desperate times where he needs to eat human organs.

Ticci Toby/Toby Rogers -> Tobias (Toby) Smith: since Toby was a young boy, he was taught how to hunt by his father. his father was a stereotypical American patriot, and was often drunk and aggressive. he forced Toby to hunt animals, even with his disability (tourettes) and Toby's dislike of harming animals. at 17 years old, after a specific bad episode from his father almost killing his mother, Toby grabs a hatchet and kills his father while his sister and mother are asleep. he removes the body and starts to experience a manic episode, where he makes an impulsive decision to run away to the forest. he leaves a frantic letter to his mother and sister, and leaves for the forest to hide from everyone else.

BEN Drowned -> Ben Williams: a 12 year old boy who was bullied for being lower class by children his age. the bullies went too far and drowned Ben in a river near their school. the young bullies left the scene in fear, and Ben's body was inhabited by a raging river spirit who was waiting to take revenge on the town's people.

Sally Williams -> Sally Brown: a porcelain doll that was actually alive. she was owned by a little girl by the name of Oliver, and was taken care of very well. sadly, Oliver's father was physically abusive, and after a certain incident, Oliver passed away, murdered by her father. Sally took her revenge, murdering the father. the mother of Oliver kept it a secret, secretly glad her monstrous husband was dead, and let Sally free. Sally went on to target abusers for her killings.

Laughing Jack -> Jackson Garcia: nicknamed 'The Ringmaster' by the townspeople, since almost no one knows his real name. he owns a moving circus, with a cast of entertainers. suprisingly, before he was a ringmaster, he worked as a mortician. his dream was to work in a circus. that's when he found a way to bring dead people back to life, by feeding them others' souls. so, he assembled a group of (dead) entertainers, and in his moving circus, he travels around Texas to live his dream. his usual victims are kids since they're easier to obtain due to his circus, and all souls work the same.

most of the name changes are giving them Texan last names! (plus LJ is human now.)

ALSO IMPORTANT: i don't consider Hoody and Masky creepypasta, so they are not included.

PINTEREST + SPOTIFY PLAYLIST:

Pinterest! (board for each character)

Spotify playlist!

CHANGES:

Most impactful changes are the setting, names and backstories, their appearance have little tweaks also. Some stories might be a bit repetitive—as i'm trying to keep a theme. All of them live in Texas or somehow end up in Texas, and i wanted to keep a southern gothic aesthetic to it all. So; there is going to be lots of mentions of strict religion, small conservative towns and some heavy and violent stuff. (so just be warned!)

!! There's will also be a few mental disorders discussed, and i will try my best to depict them as accurately as i can, so if i make a mistake, please correct me. (nicely because i am sensitive /hj) !!

ARE THEY STILL PROXIES?

Yes they are! I'm also debating giving Slenderman a different appearance to fit with the theme. More importantly though, the way Slenderman acquires them as his proxies is more manipulative, as he promises what that specific proxy desires. (ex. he promised Jeff attention and fame)

The Slender Mansion also doesn't exist, they all have their own homes.

thank you for reading<3 this will probably become a fanfic in the near future, i hope you guys like it :3

[twistofstory]

Some of my old doodles with Morticians (and Newt - formaly he's a member of the Center). As you can see I was trying out some design ideas here

And now it's time for lore!

Crimson (skywing dragonet in the top left corner) as a baby dragonet was found by Varan in a destroyed village, so he remembers almost nothing about his life before the Scavengers. Little Crimson didn't spend much time with Center squad - after some incident he was transported to the Morticians under the pretext that he would be safer in such a peaceful and remote unit. Crimson sees Morticians as his family, and they think of him the same way) He's the same age as Salamander, so in the story he is 4-5 years old.

Parhelion (skywing-icewing hybrid in the middle of the top row) lived most of his life in the Skywing kingdom, but with the advent of war (and the escalation of tension between the skywings and icewings) he became the target of one of the anti-icewing groups and was exiled. Miraculously, he was found by the Scavengers, where Stargazer, who had already joined the gang, pached him up. By the way, he does not have fire or frostbreath - he is only capable of exhaling cold, harmless fog.

Irbis (icewing in the bottom left corner) and her brother deserted and joined the Scavengers, but were quickly sent to different squads - this was the only way to stop their constant squabbling and fighting. Interestingly, over the years her desire to rip her brother's head off finally subsided, and the last annual gang meeting even went without conflicts between the siblings. She mainly conducts scouting for the Morticians, protecting her team from clashes with soldiers and other dragons from the “outside” world.

Newt, like Stargazer, joined the gang of his own free will. Hybridity also changed the nature of his abilities - instead of the usual rainwing venom, he is able to secrete a substance that easily ignites by open fire. This property is actively used by Parhelion (in carrying out cremations), whom Newt provides with bottles of his “venom”

[butterfrogmantis]

Religion is a bit tricky in the Butterverse. Since humans exist, human religions exist, and some are even referenced through Smurfs and other characters. But unlike certain universes, there isn't one 'true' religion or god. Instead, there are 4 true deities - Mother Nature, Harold, Father TIme .. and Death.

Also CW for some messed up stuff right here

Mother Nature and Father time are pretty well known and honoured, even worshipped in some cases. Harold is looked to as the man in the moon as as symbol. Death is. An interesting figure. Smurfs - or any race for that matter - don't have a personal connection with Death the same way they might have a tea part with Mother Nature because seeing Death in of itself is an omen. And they sort of like it that way. Death is an enigma. Feared or respected, Death is neither kind nor cruel. It is simply inevitable. Indeed, it's the only true equal of the world. At least, for most.

Necromancer Smurf was born in an ancient village to a village doctor and a village mortician. Even as a child there was something a little bit different, he didn't talk for years after the expected time for the first word ceremony, didn't play with the other kids, and had an odd fascination with the gruesome elements to his parent's work, including the graveyard business. The Smurfling's father died unexpectedly whilst he was quite young, and even then he showed very little emotion to the loss of his father. He'd been in the room when it happened, supposedly felt the presence of an omnipresent figure. His fascination with the death itself far outweighed any grief he may or may not have had.

His obsession become more sinister - strange things kept happening. Animals going missing, random bones disposed of in the garbage around Smurf village. And as a teenager, the worst of all was uncovered. Necromancer was caught graverobbing at his father's burial sight - and when questioned, simply responded that he simply needed a body to work with, and his long deceased father clearly wasn't using his.

Necromancer was placed into solitary confinment, and his hut raided. The Smurfs doing the search told horrors of jars with organs, bones, someone's pet that had gone missing last week, clearly dead but somehow breathing … very unsmurfish things. The Smurf leader moved to banish Necromancer for good, but his mother, who had been suffering for years after the loss of her husband - and in spite of the horrors her son had committed, protected him best she could. Both of them became outcasts in their own society, but for Necromancer he didn't care. Perhaps his biggest mercy was when his mother finally passed a few centuries later, he left her grave untouched.

But his appetite for defying death wasn't through, not by a long shot. He could reanimate animals and even plants for certain periods but he needed something bigger, better. He knew the village would exile him as soon as he touched one of his own so he sought through records in the public library until he discovered, by chance, an old journal belonging to a pirate Smurf named Captain Bluebeard, amongst who's stories was a retelling of a great treasure heist, and a lift of a young pirate who was lost on the island and who's body wasn't recovered. This was the opportunity Necromancer needed - a deserted island and a lone body he intended to reanimate. This could be his finest hour.

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Short intermission now to listen to Rafflesia talk about the types of undead! :)

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*"You may not know me, Skeleton Smurf. But I know you - do not be afraid. Although the nature of your existance defies me, this was not your fault. My quarrel is with the one who's lifeforce sustains you, and in doing so has prevented us from meeting. In my kingdom, you were a worthy subject"

Skelly looked up at the empty eye sockets of the crow skull upon Death's face.

"I was in your kingdom? Then perhaps .. you could tell me who I was?"

Death sighed, seeming almost apologetic.

"I'm afraid … that might compromise your current situation. I do apologise, there's little in my power to help you as you are now. But that is not why I am here, Skeleton. I may no longer have the power to bring you back to my kingdom, but I am still a diety. And since you have been wronged in many ways, I would like a chance - however slim - to make it up to you."

Skelly looked curious, so Death continued.

"I am offering you a wish. A single wish, to be used at any time. Know that there are some things even outside of my power. But as long as holds, or as long as it takes, you have this promise"*

Skelly meets Death ,, part 2! They have a gift for him.

Death, Necromancer, Rafflesia and Skelly are mine / Franchise The Smurfs

[richincolor]

New Releases

All of these books look interesting to me. I don't even know which book I want to add to my TBR reading list first. 

Gita Desai Is Not Here to Shut Up by Sonia Patel Penguin/Nancy Paulsen Books

It’s eighteen-year-old Gita Desai’s first year at Stanford University, and it’s a miracle she’s here and not already married off by her traditional Gujarati parents. She’s determined to death-grip her good-girl, model-student rep all the way to medical school, which means no social life or standing out in any way. Should be easy: If there’s one thing she’s learned from her family it’s how to chup-re—to “shut up,” fade into the background.

But when childhood memories of her aunt’s desertion and her then-uncle’s best friend resurface, Gita ditches the books night after night in favor of partying and hooking up with strangers. Still, nothing can stop the nagging voice in her head that’s growing louder and louder, insisting something’s wrong… and the only way she can burst forward is to stop shutting-up about the past.

Click below to read about all of this week's new releases.

Ida, in Love and in Trouble by Veronica Chambers Little, Brown Books for Young Readers

Before she became a warrior, Ida B. Wells was an incomparable flirt with a quick wit and a dream of becoming a renowned writer. The first child of newly freed parents who thrived in a community that pulsated with hope and possibility after the Civil War, Ida had a big heart, big ambitions, and even bigger questions: How to be a good big sister when her beloved parents perish in a yellow fever epidemic? How to launch her career as a teacher? How to make and keep friends in a society that seems to have no place for a woman who speaks her own mind? And – always top of mind for Ida – how to find a love that will let her be the woman she dreams of becoming?

Ahead of her time by decades, Ida B. Wells pioneered the field of investigative journalism with her powerful reporting on violence against African Americans. Her name became synonymous with courage and an unflinching demand for racial and gender equality. But there were so many facets to Ida Bell and critically acclaimed writer Veronica Chamber unspools her full and colorful life as Ida comes of age in the rapidly changing South, filled with lavish society dances and parties, swoon-worthy gentleman callers, and a world ripe for the taking.

Till the Last Beat of My Heart by Louangie Bou-Montes HarperCollins

When you grow up in a funeral home, death is just another part of life. But for sixteen-year-old Jaxon Santiago-Noble, it’s also part of his family’s legacy. Most dead bodies in the town of Jacob’s Barrow wind up at Jaxon’s house; his mom is the local mortician, after all. He doesn’t usually pay them much mind, but when Christian Reyes is brought in after a car accident, Jaxon’s world is turned upside down.

There are a lot of things Jaxon wishes he could have said to his once best friend and first crush. When he accidentally resurrects Christian, Jaxon might finally have that chance. But the more he learns about his newfound necromancy, the more he grasps that Christian’s running on borrowed time—and it’s almost out.

As he navigates dark, mysterious magics and family secrets, Jaxon realizes that stepping into an inherited power may also mean opening up old family wounds if he wants to keep the boy he may be falling for alive for good.

The Rez Doctor written by Gitz Crazyboy & illustrated by Veronika Barinova HighWater Press

Young Ryan Fox gets good grades, but he’s not sure what he wants to be when he grows up. It isn’t until he meets a Blackfoot doctor during a school assembly that he starts to dream big.

However, becoming a doctor isn’t easy. University takes Ryan away from his family and the Siksikaitsitapi community, and without their support, he begins to struggle. Faced with more stress than he’s ever experienced, he turns to partying. Distracted from his responsibilities, his grades start to slip. His bills pile up. Getting into med school feels impossible. And now his beloved uncle is in jail. Can Ryan regain his footing to walk the path he saw so clearly as a boy?

Desert Echoes by Abdi Nazemian HarperCollins

From Abdi Nazemian, the award-winning author of Like a Love Story and Only This Beautiful Moment, comes a suspenseful contemporary YA novel about loss and love.

Fifteen-year-old Kam is head over heels for Ash, the boy who swept him off his feet. But his family and best friend, Bodie, are worried. Something seems off about Ash. He also has a habit of disappearing, at times for days. When Ash asks Kam to join him on a trip to Joshua Tree, the two of them walk off into the sunset . . . but only Kam returns.

Two years later, Kam is still left with a hole in his heart and too many unanswered questions. So it feels like fate when a school trip takes him back to Joshua Tree. On the trip, Kam wants to find closure about what happened to Ash but instead finds himself in danger of facing a similar fate. In the desert, Kam must reckon with the truth of his past relationship—and the possibility of opening himself up to love once again.

Desert Echoes is a propulsive, moving story about human resilience and connection.

Between the Pipes Story by Albert McLeod with Elaine Mordoch and Sonya Ballantyne (Contributor) & illustrated by Alice RL HighWater Press

Thirteen-year-old Chase’s life and identity should be simple. He’s the goalie for his hockey team, the Eagles. He’s a friend to Kevin and Jade. He’s Kookum’s youngest grandchild. He’s a boy. He should like girls.

But it’s not that simple. Chase doesn’t like girls the way that the other boys do. It’s scary being so different from his peers. Scarier still is the feeling that his teammates can tell who he is—and that they hate him for it. If he pretends hard enough, maybe he can hide the truth.

Real strength and change can’t come from a place of shame. Chase’s dreams are troubled by visions of a bear spirit, and the more he tries to hide, the more everything falls apart. With the help of an Elder, and a Two-Spirit mentor, can Chase find the strength to be proud of who he is?

“Between the Pipes” explores toxic masculinity in hockey through the experiences of an Indigenous teen.

They Thought They Buried Us by NoNieqa Ramos Carolrhoda Lab

Horror fan and aspiring film director Yuiza gets a scholarship to a prestigious boarding school. But that’s just the tip of the iceberg.

As one of the few students of color at Our Lady of Perpetual Mercy, Yuiza immediately feels out of place. A brutal work-study schedule makes it impossible to keep up with the actual classes. Every expense, from textbooks to laundry, puts Yuiza into debt. And the behavior of students and faculty is… unsettling.

Yuiza starts having disturbing dreams about the school’s past and discovers clues about the fate of other scholarship students. It’ll take all Yuiza’s knowledge of the horror genre to escape from Our Lady’s grasp.

How to Lose a Best Friend by Jordan K. Casomar MTV Books

For as long as anyone can remember, Zeke Ladoja and Imogen Parker have been best friends. Their classmates, their parents, and even the school custodian think that they’re meant to be together. And that’s exactly what Zeke wants: for Gen to be his girlfriend. Now that she’s about to be sixteen (and allowed to date), Zeke is finally going to tell her how he feels—in front of everyone at her birthday party.

Imogen loves Zeke with all her heart, but only as a friend. The pressure to be with Zeke has sometimes been overwhelming, but up to this point, she’s been able to manage it. Then she falls for the new boy, Trevor Cook, and she knows the news will devastate Zeke. The last thing she wants to do is hurt her best friend, but she also resents the fact that no one seems to care about what she wants.

The night of Gen’s party, everything goes wrong. There’s backlash, most of it directed at Gen, and Zeke feels emboldened. He isn’t about to give up on his feelings, and he’ll do whatever it takes to prove that she made the wrong choice…even if it means destroying their friendship. But Gen isn’t about to give up on fighting for herself and the freedom to love the boy she wants, not the boy she’s expected to be with.

[eddygoldarm]

Headcanon about the undead trio because I think this could make a cool story :

Mortis used to be a normal human like you and I, but he was always fascinated by death, probably because he lost a close one very suddently. He was considered as "the weird" cousin by his family, but he was liked enough (He mayyyybe was part of the Start family? He has the same haircut as Belle and Colt lol).

He studied death for many years, it wasn't a morbid obsession, but more of scientific one, he wanted to understand every facet of it. His knowledge and familiarity with death lead him to become a mortician. Unfortunately (or fortunately?), during one of his graveyard expeditions, he fell in a hole, and almost died. By chance, there were gems in that hole, and these allowed him to resurrect, but also to mutate.

Mortis became a vampire, well, not A VAMPIRE, but something really close. His body was more adapted to live at night, and he had a small control on the undead, but most importantly, he became immortal. This was probably one of the first cases of gem mutation ever recorded. Because of his mutation, his family started to reject him even more, but he didn't really care, with he newfound powers, he could now understand what it's like to be undead. He could possibly find the key to resurrection.

A few dozen years pass, Mortis lives as a hermit in the graveyard, slowly outliving all of his family members. While he is included in, he's losing all the ones he was close to, and the younger generations are too scared of him to approach him. Because of his loneliness, Mortis lost a lot of his flair, and went on full creepy vampire uncle-mode.

It's during this period that he manages to ressurect his first person, thus creating Frank. I'm not sure if Frank is a Frankenstein monster, or if he's just a regular zombie that happens to mook like it. He wasn't totally successfull though, as Frank can't speak and has difficulty with basic dexterity. It didn't matter to Mortis, for the first time in his life, he had a real friend. In reality, Frank couldn't stand Mortis because he almost treated him like a pet (Frank is limited, but not dumb.).

A little while later he also bonded very closely with his great-great niece (EMZ), she was also a bit of a weird girl (but in a cool way not like Mortis), and though having an undead goth uncle was awesome. As he watched her grow up, he regained his happiness, as well as his pride, completely endorsing his character as a cool dramatic vampire. He also started to treat Frank like a real person, and to really care about him.

Sadly, EMZ passed away very early, Mortis was devastated, and instead of moving on, he tried to resurrect her, and this time, it worked perfectly. Well, not really, while she could think, speak, and move around perfectly, EMZ's body had already started to decompose. She looked like a moving corpse.

This made her life miserable, as her schoolmates were mocking her constantly. She was also terrified of immortality, as she realized she was going to outlive all of her loved ones like her uncle did. EMZ started to resent him for what he did. She became some kind of a bully, she acted like a litteral monster to scare away people.

Mortis couldn't fix his mistake, but with the help of Frank, he managed to make her regain her confidence in herself (idk specifically how though). He promised he wasn't going to resurrect anyone anymore, and that he's gonna be there for her forever no matter what. And so EMZ, similarly to Mortis years ago, completely endorsed her role, becoming the goth emo zombie bad bitch we all know and love today.

Today they're all chill with each other, they all live together at the cemetary. Mortis is still a mortician, he's still dramatic but he calmed down with the necromancy stuff. Frank is an amateur DJ and EMZ is a popular beauty influencer, and she's now inspiring a lot of girls to embrace their differences and to show their true colors to everyone. Frank and EMZ roll their eyes at Mortis' bullshit but they still love him

Maybe it's a bit too sad.

[darksiders-junkie]

Hello! This is probably the earliest I've ever stumbled across a blog! Welcome!

As for requests, if the four had any human contacts on earth (pre or post apocalypse/rebirth of humanity) what sort of person do you think they'd go to for human-related questions? Like Death finds a mortician who's got hold of demonic remains and they establish a rapport or something like that? Thoughts? Head cannons? (Sorry if this comes across as oddly phrased, I've only just recently gotten over my fear of sending asks 😅)

Thank you dearie! I welcome you to this dumpster of a profile as my first request🎉🎉

It was a little oddly phrased but I believe I understand what you're asking for! And don't be afraid I will away send a question if I am confused, and if you dont get back to me you can always send another ask and ill redo it for you! Enjoy your little headcanons!

War

He had absolutely no contacts before the early brought apocalypse or humanities resurrection. Only after humanity was brought back and steadily on their feet did he show interest in them.

His contacts are all names, no nicknames. First names and if they have them last names.

Including his siblings, War would only have 5 contacts.

The first non sibling being a human in the army. He stumbled upon them when saving them from stray demons who hadn't accepted the war was over.

As a thanks, the man forced offered to buy him a drink. War had a better time than he thought he would, and when the man offered his number so they could do this again, he actually agreed.

They now regularly meet up, even just to watch silly human television shows or movies.

War will ask him questions about human items.

W: What is this? *sends picture of make up pallete*

H: Make up.

W: What?

H: It's to highlight a humans best feature. It's pretty much to make humans pretty.

W: Why? Are they trying to seduce their enemies?

H: Yeah I don't have time to unwrap that.

His second contact, believe it or not, is a barista (the love interest). Just some girl that makes coffee at a little shop and passes out pastries (totally found due to first contact).

He'd come by often, mostly fascinated in how it all works. Learning to say please and thank you to her and even learn to tip her from other costumers that came by or his first human friend.

He got her number from intimidating a very, uncomfortably flirty customer to scurry out of the shop.

She offered it with a shy smile and blush and he swore his heart almost stopped. No one is every like that to or around him and it was odd.

He asks her more emotional questions about humans.

W: A man just shouted at me for ten minutes for no reason. Why would he do that?

H: Oh no! I'm sorry, that's extremely shitty of him :(( Sometimes people are just mean. What happened?

W: I was walking and my armor accidently scrapped against his car and he started yelling.

H: Oh honey, those are expensive. You should be careful around cars in the future okay?

W: Okay.

Death

Death much like War had no contacts before the premature apocalypse or humans resurrection. He infact only has 1 contact that isnt his siblings (the love interest)

He had everyone under their names, just as War has. But once that human friend taught him a bit about it, he did add a "💀" at the end of her name.

It was pure coincidence meeting a mortician. He just happened to bump into her multiple times to the point she offered her number.

He accepted just so he could move on with his day without having any problems. Humans tend to create problems over menial things.

But of course she continued to be persistent, texting him constantly. He would have blocked her if he knew how, but instead he gives short 1 word responses in hopes she'd get bored.

However when she sent a picture of herself smiling with a piece sign, and a dead body whoms face was covered he became intrigued.

Only to find out she was a mortician. His intriguement hadn't died though, it's quite fascinating that a human who works with death daily, would coincidently bump into him by pure chance multiple times.

And as the relationship grew, he often found himself asking her questions about humans when he was dumbfounded.

D: Why are their so many options for soaps? Wouldn't one do the job for everyone?

Human: Well some people have allergies, and other people have sensitive skin and can't do fragrance in the soaps. And everyone likes different smells.

D: Understood.

And when she came across demonic, or even angelic corpses he'd often give her the answer when she was clueless. Even popping in to give her a hand if need be.

Strife

Oh you know he had contacts before the premature apocalypse. He's the most friendly of them all after all.

But of course those contacts became useless afterwards. Even when the humans came back, they weren't guaranteed their old numbers.

And so he had to make new ooman friends. And that he did.

His contacts are insane, honestly I couldn't even give you a number on how many he has. You wouldn't be able to tell who was who with all the crazy names he comes up with either.

However his favorite contacts are

"Goofy Ass🤡"

Whom you guessed it, is a clown. An entertainment for kids, who also happens to do magic tricks and face painting.

He managed to bump into them on their way to a kids party. Effectively scattering their things.

Strife of course helped, but not without picking fun at them for their getup.

They got all defensive and angry which only spurred on his amusement.

He continued following them around afterward, asking questions upon questions as to why they look so ridiculous. Even if they answer never changed.

They had to beg him to leave when they got to the party, and in exchange for his departure Strife snagged their number.

And while they were annoying at first, Strife quickly grew on them. Even finding it enduring to answer the most basic, common sense questions.

S: Why do they call it Jay walking? My name isn't Jay.

Okay that one was most certainly annoying to type out, especially when they know he has Google.

His second favorite is "Mixer 🥃" (the love interest)

Which I'm sure you can guess is his bartender.

After meeting her, he only went to that bar.

Really spurcing up his flirting game, and never giving up no matter how many times she turned him down.

Eventually he gave up and settled as just friends.

And boy is he glad, she'll often open the bar up just for him after hours so he can drink to his hearts content and chat with her all night long.

He'll ask her every question under the sun. Even ones her knows the answer to just to get a response.

S: What's a 'horse'

H: Stfu I know you own a horse it is 3am leave me be to sleep

S: I own a horse? Oooooohhhh you mean Mayhem? He's a horse?

H: Strife I stfg I will murder you

Fury: She also had no contacts before the premature apocalypse.

Aside from her siblings she has a few contacts, all of which have their name and a little emoji to help her remember if she's been on a mission for a long ass while and can barely see straight

The first was her nail tech "💅"

She was the first human she want to to help her with her nails. And when she blew up over something small the little human fought back and even yelled at her. That really peaked her interest.

She continued to go back because of it, and eventually got her number.

Number 1 bestie, talks shit and gossips with her over text.

Her questions for the nail tech mostly have to do with self care.

F: Do you think this will work on my hair?

H: Babe.. your hair is a mystery to me. Idk what will work and what won't 🤷‍♀️

Her next contact is actually a geeky, nerdy guy "🤓" (Love interest, you can fight me on it)

She bumped into him and made him drop all his things. She proceeded to yell at him, even though she was at fault and he just sit there and took it.

She.. almost felt bad for the scrawny little man.

She ended up calming quickly (think of the meme "I almost lost my cool there") and apologizing for her outburst with gritted teeth and a frown.

Apologizing is most certainly not her strong suit.

He brushed it off saying it was fine, and since she felt so bad for the scrawny little man, she carried his items to his, what was it, "D'N'D" session?

Well one thing lead to another and she was telling real stories about scary monsters and by the end he had scored her number.

She'll ask him questions about geek things

F: Its broken.

H: Uh no.. you have to turn it on.

F: And how am I supposed to do that?

H: There's a little button on the pc.

F: There are a ton of buttons. Is it this? *sends picture*

H: That isn't a- You know what? I'll be there shortly. Just don't touch anything before you break it.

Posted: July 9th, 2023

[steddieyes]

Chapter one - An opportunity

A continuation of my previous Bryce graduation post.

(uploading here before ao3 (@Arloooh), I suggest not looking at my other bryce graduation post if you don't want to be spoilt!!)

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You see, it all happened almost ten years ago to the day. It was like any normal summers day in school, bright uniforms and freah air, until unique monique and her stupid boyfriend exchanged vows (a fart machine) and became official. Boyfriend and girlfriend. And boy was it a sight to see, no longer was Bryce the main act, but these two losers who hugged like they were happy. /happy/. Something Bryce hasn't felt in years, not since she ripped her own heart out for Bobby only for the boy to empty his lunch all over it. She stormed away that day, stabbing Bobby's dad and stomping on what was left of her now broken heart, in two with glitter spilling out like some stupid analogy she'll get later in life. 

But that was then, and now is now. And today's graduation day. 

God has she had waited years for this. Having her heart ripped out only to have a shittier one put back in by "Dr" Paul from down the street, the /mortician/. But looking across the crowd that was once her playing game, pawns to put into place, she can't help the inkling of pride she feels knowing she won't be just like her mom. That she isn't just anothet high school dropout who swindels cash for a living. She's a top grade student who may have finessed a thing or two to get here, but she's finally here and that's all that matters. Not caring for the people that are around her. Sure, Cindy's a nice girl, pretty hair and straight teeth, but she's just a freind. She's no Bobby. 

Fuck. Bobby. 

It's been almost ten years, and even without her own heart to feel, she still can't get over what she did. What she's done. To the boy who, for a short ammount of time, she truly loved. But she's not sure she can call it that anymore, not sure she deserves to yearn for him after doing something like that. No matter the sleepless nights she's had week after week, or the notebooks full of apologies and dreams she could have lived out with him. With bobby. With... her Bobby.

-

Putting on a practiced smile, she shakes her head and follows the crooked line of soon to be previous classmates. Not bothering to look out for dear ol ma'. She's probably off swindeling princaple Higgans for cash anyways, she can’t keep her eyes off a cash cow when she sees an opportunity like that appear dressed in tight suits. 

There's filtered out chatter and banter around her as she walks in line, the speakers going off shutting down her day dream real quick. "Five minutes till showtime everyone! I hope you've got your disposables ready! And no /flash/, thank you." God. As if that entitled old dustbag has even seen a camera, you can't turn off the flash, prick. Not even that fancy camera mom stole could turn off that damn flash. Whatever, I'm almost up anyways.

Just a couple more people and here I am, shit, that really is alot of people. 

Looking over the crowd of graduates and parents alike, Bryce smiles. Truly smiles. Shes proud of what shes done, dredging her way through school after falling off her high horse all those years ago, but still remaning the powerful women she is now. Scanning the crowd, she looks for her mom, for the sliver of hope that she'll find her looking up and smiling back at her, smiling back with pride. But as she looks across the vast crowd, she spots a fermilliar smile by the bleachers and oh my god- 

Who knew seeing him would cause this rickety old heart to finally fail, ten years did me good huh..

[darkdevasofdestruction]

Chapter 8 - Wǒ de Huxian

Katrina didn't spend a long time at the Phantomhive manor, despite receiving the noblewoman luxurious treatment that she deserved, and having the comfort of a demon watching over her, making sure she had a restful, safe sleep, there was still something about her home, the funeral parlor. She wasn't sure why she had gotten so attached to such a place, let alone go as far as to call it her safe haven, the place where she felt most comfortable. Was it that the home was small and cozy? Or was it the company of the eccentric mortician who did such an active job to care for her and make sure she was doing well. 

Given his underground connections, he was often informed about the moves of her family, in case they tried to go out of their way and seek her out. It wouldn't be too hard, Katrina thought, considering the Queen knew of her, and though she hadn't received letters at the parlor, Ciel got them all at his mansion, thus, everyone would easily be able to track her down. She couldn't help but wonder if her parents were involved in this mess with Kelvin, but in a way, she doubted, considering he was more like a cheap rip-off, than a real threat with real ties to the cult.

Still, Undertaker became a solid father figure for her as soon as he allowed her to stay over at his home - Never would she have expected to get so close to the weirdo, but truly, she was thankful for everything that he's done for her, and how well he treated her. Everything he did, it almost felt as though he did for her. It didn't matter to Kat whether that was true or not - If it worked in her advantage, she wasn't going to complain.

"Little songbirds like yourself belong in a cage, my darling." she heard the mortician speak all of a sudden. "Look at you - I keep you safe and sound here, yet as soon as you step out of your enclosure, someone tries to snatch you away and make roast quail out of you. How can I rest easy at night, knowing that the Earl isn't taking proper care of you?" 

Kat looked up from the cadaver she was working on, raising a quizzical eyebrow at the man. "Ciel had an asthma attack. I got kidnapped while Sebastian took him to the doctor. There can't be much he could have done in that regard." she explained awkwardly. "Besides... There was that annoying Reaper there also. Going out of his way to warn me to stay out of trouble under the pretext of caring for a child, only to end up completely disregarding my danger - He is no better."

"I agree, little nightingale, there is nothing worse than the hypocrisy of Reapers." Katrina looked at him with a blank expression.

"You knew of Reapers before I first mentioned them, didn't you?" the man grinned dryly, only to completely deflect the conversation.

"I might even be tempted to pull you out of school - If even among a bunch of humans, some of which, your guardians, and you still got so severely damaged - Well, how can I, in good health, allow my dear little fox to get hurt, hmm~?" the man picked the skeleton he had on display, waltzing around aimlessly through the room.

"I am going to die anyway. What's the point of worrying about me?" Katrina stood up, wiping her hands with a towel, only to get startled by a loud thud and the sound of rattling bones rolling to the ground.

"What ever could have convinced you of such folly?" for once, the man looked rather... Nervous. Uncertain even, perhaps, if she could even call it that.

"Considering you know more about Reapers than I do, perhaps you are familiar with this little book they carry around." Kat said, walking over to him and kneeling, she started picking up the skeleton as though it was some discarded ragdoll. "I stole it from Will. Searched my name. Found my time of death... Relatively speaking, at least." she hummed, only to get snatched up, the bag of bones falling and spreading around the wooden floor.

"And are you going to listen to some ink on paper?" he asked in a somber voice, his nails digging into the material of her dress. "Are you going to keel over and die on me? Just like that?" Katrina couldn't help but chuckle softly, her hands going up to cup his face. "I just turned 18, Undertaker. I have a whole life ahead of me. It is MY life. I'm not just going to let some jerk take what's mine, you know? I am rather possessive over things that I own." she smiled tenderly at the man. "Don't tell me you're going to miss your little apprentice?"

"Life is the most precious thing a human has, little fox. Don't play around like that." he muttered. "There's only so much death an old man like myself can handle."

Katrina felt her heart shattering in pain at the mellowed words the melancholic mortician spoke. One of her hands trailed up to brush the fringe from his eyes, only to see the glowing green Reaper eyes. "I see now. Only an immortal would know the suffering of watching everyone around his perish." she sighed, pulling him into a tight embrace. "Don't you worry. I have no intention of just handing over my life. It was you who showed me that life has meaning, and it is worth living. It was you who gifted me so many opportunities. For you, no matter what, I will live. I promise you that."

"Since when did you know?" the silver haired man asked, resting his chin on her head.

"Since I found out that a Death Scythe is supposed to cut through anything, but Grell's chainsaw was blocked by the sword you gave me." he hummed in understanding.

"To think you'd be figuring things out so swiftly. I am glad my little apprentice is so bright... But to think you'd be brought down to the underworld like that... Alas, the Queen's leash is going to strangle you to death, just like everyone else." despite his worries, he was met with a sweet smile.

"Now, now, Undertaker - What's life without a little risk, after all?" though Undertaker wasn't happy with that notion, he remained silent. That was exactly the same thing Vincent Phantomhive said, and look at him now, very much dead. There was little destiny spared. Life was a cruel crone, but the mortician was ready to fight her and alter the fate of those he held dear to him, yet lost indefinitely. "So, I was thinking!" suddenly, Katrina grinned at him, changing the mood entirely. "All Reapers I've seen have awful vision and wear glasses. How come you don't?"

"Well, dearie, I suppose one gets used to the disadvantage." he shrugged simply, only to see that mischievous grin, dazzling brightly. 

"I can't imagine you wearing glasses, Undertaker - But! I think I've got something for you!" at once, Katrina sprinted back to her room, returning with a small box. She opened it, as though it was the velvet box of an engagement ring, and displayed before him two small, circular membranes. "Would you like to give it a try?"

"My, oh my, look at you, thinking so dearly of me - How could I refuse you, little fox?" with a giggle, the mortician snatched the box and waltzed to the mirror, somehow managing to put on the contact lenses without much difficulty, in spite of even those abnormally long nails of him. He blinked a few times, allowing the lenses to settle on his eyeball, before abruptly turning to the girl, his long fringe off his face. "These lenses make you even prettier!" 

"Yes, that's right, you guessed it - I made contact lenses to have people see me as the prettiest girl alive!" she laughed merrily. "Jokes aside - How is your sight?"

"Definitely improved." the smile of excitement on her face was contagious, as the mortician, too, found himself smiling. "Keep it up and we might as well start a side business!"

"Yeah, a side-business for dumbass Reapers." the girl snorted at him. "I can't only be fighting Shinigami all the time. Might as well charge money for healing them too."

Katrina's health always seemed to flourish while staying home, but her long break had to end at some point, and return back to Weston. There was only so many absences she could be allowed, right? Or perhaps not, considering the unknown relations the Undertaker has, so that she can freely leave the campus at will for days and weeks on end, and face no repercussion. With her luggage packed and done, the mortician accompanied her to the train station like the gentleman he was. "Say... Undertaker... I was wondering something, if you don't mind me saying it out loud." Katrina cleared her throat as she got off the carriage, and they started walking towards the station. "Adrian Crevan... It is your name, isn't it? But you never tell anyone your real name, nor does anyone ever address you as anything else other than by your career's name. Why is that? It's a... A really nice name." she asked awkwardly, unsure of the proper words to choose.

"Now, now, aren't you a very curious little fox? It couldn't possibly be that you want to address me any differently than anyone else, could it?" his soft chuckle was met with silence for a few seconds.

"In fact, it is the truth. I do want to call you by your name. Whether it is your real one, a nickname, or something completely fabricated, I'd much rather call you by your name than a job. You are not defined as a mortician, no matter how much you want to. It'd be really weird if people on the streets would just call me something like... Doctress all the time!" she exclaimed comically, eying him with faux confidence, which, in turn, made those giggles turn into louder chuckles.

"Very well, very well, you may call you as you wish, I mind naught. Now, off you go, find yourself a nice seat by the window and may you have no difficulty with your classes." the man ushered her inside the train, but just before he left, Kat quickly turned to look at him with nervously, calling out his name.

"I, uh... You said you know the Principal. Do you think that... If I may have done something bad... Or, perhaps not done personally, but have been unintentionally implicated in something bad... That I may still be able to graduate somehow?" she asked him in a shushed voice.

"Don't you worry about such trivialities, my dear! If you need to hide a body, you know you can always count on me!" he laughed, and though it wasn't exactly what she wanted to hear, it somehow calmed her down enough to let out an amused chuckle as well.

"That's good to know. Thank you... Adrian. I'll see you soon." and with a nod of goodbye and a quick hug, she rushed inside the train and thankfully, actually got that nice seat by the window.

Returning at Weston was, at first, a rather anxious experience, but as soon as she went inside her bedroom, in the eerily eccentric Purple House dormitory halls... As soon as she went to take a relaxing walk by the Gazebo and saw the Prefects so leisurely chatting and drinking lemonade, as per usual, she could only let out a sigh of relief and join them. All of a sudden, being in their company, all of her worries vanished altogether and she could lean back into Edgar's shoulder and enjoy the song that Cheslock was playing on the flute. Maurice brought some really nice strawberry cakes, Clayton continuously dusted around the place and Edward... Poor Edward looked as uncomfortable as ever being there with her present. Poor boy.

At last, the peace finally settled over everyone at Weston and things were looking greater than every. Even, thanks to some renowned doctors and specialists, the students were able to attend medical classes and lectures extracurricular from the actual courses, and Katrina finally felt like she was able to accomplish something whenever questions were asked and she knew how to answer to so many of them, whilst many of her fellow colleagues had no idea whatsoever. Brownie points for Undertaker! The many days spent learning about human anatomy and physiology were paying off. It was, by far, one of the greatest feelings there were... And Kat have to admit, she was enjoying this College environment very much, especially because most of the people she would hang out with were very friendly and didn't really bother getting uncomfortably private and nosy.

Now that the Easter holidays were quickly approaching, everyone was pretty much vibrating with excitement, wanting to go home to their parents and celebrate the family holidays... Sweet Edgar even invited her to party at his family. How could she possibly refuse him? She could never. Likewise, Edward invited her, albeit, extremely awkwardly, on Lizzy's behalf, to come over for the holidays, or at least meet at Ciel's, should he have an Easter Ball or something. Once again, the invitation was gracefully accepted. 

She never realised how much fun social interaction could be, with the right people that is, so of course, how could she refuse when things don't have to revolve around fan conversations and champagne in flute glasses alone?

Few weeks before the vacation, however, Katrina was chatting and relaxing in the Gazebo with the other Prefects and their fags, only to spot a familiar white silhouette approaching. Surprised, she sprinted towards the man. "Mr. Crevan, how lovely it is seeing you after so long." the man chuckled, mocking her.

"Charles, what a surprise! Come over, we wouldn't want our conversation to be heard, do we?" she quickly held his arm, guiding him to a more remote part of the park, as they took a detour stroll through the many different, yet well-taken care of flower gardens.

"Does anyone actually get fooled by your poor disguise, Fox girl?" the usual amused tone of Charles Grey was never lacking.

"I have no idea, but as long as I can study here, who cares, really? I haven't had this much fun in my entire life." she chuckled, sighing as the mesmerising perfume of the spring flowers flowed around.

"Well, sorry to ruin the fun for you, dear, but Her Majesty, the Queen, is requesting your aid once again, little fox." and with that, he took out a letter from his pocket.

"Hmm... I see..." she hummed, reading the letter. "However, I have to ask, is this really okay? I did run away from home, I'm not sure how I, alone, can have much influence with such people from the higher circles. On the other hand... That puppy must be implicated in this plot as well, isn't he? I'm not sure how we can... Entertain the guest if not for his manor as a ball venue." she muttered, already scheming a ploy. 

"On point as always, Kitty-Kat. The Queen always needs your wits and shrewdness, especially after what happened with the Pup's report of the Circus. He needs to gain back her trust, and you will have to keep an eye on him. But don't worry, I will be there too... In case you get kidnapped again by the enemies." he taunted her, making her gasp in complete disdain and humiliation.

"She told you that?! Oh, how very embarrassing! Listen, you...!" she huffed at him. "I was walking outside, completely absent-minded as I kept thinking of the evidence I found in those guys' circus tents while Ciel was having a severe asthma attack, and all of a sudden, I get hit in the head, and there's that! Next thing I know I'm kept hostage, I get mistreated, I black out, and then... Ciel got me out of there! Mind you, I have no idea what happened, I just woke up in his manor, and if that's not embarrassing, I don't know what is, Charles!" she exclaimed, incredibly indignant, as her cheeks turned slightly red from the shame.

"Good thing there's no way you'd be kidnapped in the Earl's on home, under my vigilant watch." he smirked, making her roll her eyes at his arrogance. 

"Look. I have to go and make a paper for the Principal, telling him I have to leave the premises to go back home, and I have to pack up and return back to London. It will take a while, but-" however, mid-sentence, he cut her off.

"But nothing. Everything's already arranged. No need to pack, we're leaving right now! The Earl's already almost done with the preparations, all you have to do is go to his manor and have a talk with him about the details of whatever hell you're going to unleash." and with that, he completely turned her around with a twirl, and dragged her towards the exit of the campus.

"You are a completely insane man, Charles Grey! You really are insane!" she chuckled from surprise.

"No, dear. I'm just the Queen's Butler." he smirked oh-so-charmingly at her, opening the door to his carriage and helping her up.

"Bite your tongue." she rolled her eyes, looking out of the window.

"Would you~?" he sniggered, annoyingly teasing.

"...Yep." Kat clicked my tongue, chuckling at the surprise in his eyes.

"What a bold vixen we have here." the man chuckled, leaning back on his seat.

"That's why I ran away, Charles." she winked at him playfully, as the long way home was beginning.

As expected, Undertaker already knew about her timely return, and the first thing he did was take her to Nina so she could tailor a ball dress for her, all whilst he told her some of the business he discussed with Ciel, and that she need only attend the ball and be vigilant as always. Still, he seemed rather upset that he wasn't invited - Only she knew how much he loved waltzing. And such, the evening of the ball has arrived and it was outright raining cats and dogs, as if the Gods were ready to instill divine punishment and call forth the resurrection of Noah and his animal Ark, but thankfully, the umbrella was enough to keep her dry on the short walk from her carriage, to the mansion. With a quick scan, Kat noticed most of the guests have already arrived, with the exception of the guest of honour himself and a certain white weasel.

On the other hand, her favourite Chinese man and his sister were engaging in a rather interesting light talk and, of course, she couldn't not go and interrupt them. "Ni Hao, Lau, Ran Mao. How are you?" she smiled at them cheerfully, as Lau gasped dramatically before smiling, as per usual.

"Tian na, Katrina! Now I can truly see why the Queen loves her little fox so much!" he exclaimed so casually.

"Now, now, Lau, there's no need to flatter me... But if you want to continue, I won't say no either." she demurely covered her smirk with a gloved hand.

"Wǒ měilì de xiǎo hú xiān." he chuckled, bowing to take her hand and kiss it.

"I don't claim to be fluent in your language, however, I'm pretty sure you called me beautiful. And if you didn't, you should." she grinned, unable to stop herself.

"My beautiful little vixen, you truly are a Fox Fairy. If you have heard the tales of the nine tailed foxes, you wouldn't be surprised I believe you to be one of their kin." and thus, his hand caressed a strand of her long, carmine red hair, rather affectuously. "With how slender and graceful your figure is, I am sure the dresses from the Tang Dynasty would suit you so much better than these heavy, pompous ones, wouldn't you say, Ran Mao? Would you be willing to play dress up with Miss Fox and show her our pretty dances?" he asked, caressing his sister's face.

"Yes, yes." she nodded with as little emotion on her face as always.

"I would be honoured! I have never had the chance to learn anything about your culture, despite knowing each other for so long. Now then, I have interrupted your conversation with this lovely gentleman enough, how very rude of me. With whom do I have the pleasure?" she asked, turning her attention towards the shabby-dressed and very panicked man.

"I-I, no, n-not at all, miss! I'm an eye specialist and also a bit of a writer... Uhm... Nothing special at all! M-My name is Arthur." the poor man stuttered miserably.

"It's a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Arthur. Also, as a person pursuing a medical career, I cannot accept seeing you underestimate your knowledge and capabilities. On the other hand... I do believe I may have read some of your work in the newspaper at some point. Those short stories, in fact, are rather brilliant. It's all about perseverance." she explained calmly as the man freaked out even more. "Ah, right, before I forget to introduce myself, my name is Katrina Raymond and I am the daughter of the High Court Judge, Duke Nicholas Raymond. Other than that, I am a medical student and I work at the Undertaker's parlor. Pretty fun, wouldn't you say?" she giggled teasingly, seeing him sweat nervously and very much intimidated.

"A-Ah, I don't know what to say, miss, uh... It's - It's an honour meeting you!" he managed to stutter after a long time.

"Whenever a fox meets a hound, things are bound to be interesting. Probably. After all, the Earl hates the staunch social life and is famous for being a rare character that hardly ever shows himself.

In fact, I do believe it's the first time that he's invited people into his own house!" Lau chuckled, teasing the poor man.

"Wha-... What kind of person is he?!" poor Arthur was almost dying from shock and fright.

"Hmm... Let's see... Basically, he has either a sour or angry look and extremely high pride. It's also said that he wears a pirate-like eye patch." the more Lau spoke, the more Kat laughed, especially at how the poor writer was shaking more and more.

"Why don't you leave your teasing of the guests at that?" Ciel's voice suddenly boomed from the top of the staircase.

"The depiction was pretty accurate though, I have to agree with Lau." the lady smirked in amusement.

"A child...?" Arthur gasped, looking in awe at the young earl.

"That tiny little child is Earl Phantomhive." Lau told the writer.

"Little was unnecessary!" Ciel grumbled, as he walked down the stairs, and put on his war smile. "Thank you for accepting my invitation today. I am Ciel Phantomhive, the Head of the House."

Soon after they finished their pleasantries, Charles Grey arrived with the Guest of Honour, Georg von Siemens, and thus, Sebastian began calling their names in order. Everything went weirdly according to drunk social etiquette and, despite not being numerous, people were obnoxiously loud. Poor Ciel couldn't even have a proper conversation with Arthur because Grimsby, the producer, butted in the conversation. The Baron got shitfaced drunk and started lecherously touching Katrina and Irene, but the vixen simply went to cling on Lau's free arm, just like Ran Mao, to avoid anyone bothering her.

The poor opera singer, however, was the last remaining, unfortunate target of his lechery, and she even had to slap him when he wouldn't let go of her, groping and spewing disgusting words. He, in turn, threw a glass of champagne at her, only to be completely blocked by Sir Knight Ciel who mediated the case pretty quickly. Grimsby, angered by his lover being assaulted by the shameless pervert, threw a champagne bottle at the lecher - Thankfully, Sebastian was there to save the day once again, do some flips in the air as though they were back at the circus and, as he perfectly landed on top of the ladder, poured flawlessly the champagne on the pyramid of neatly arranged champagne crystal glasses, making everyone gasp and stare in awe. Everyone was now merry and cheerful. Katrina went by Ciel's side and smiled pitifully at him. 

"To think that our esteemed guest of honour would be such a disgusting lecher..." Kat muttered in French, knowing the code of those two well enough.

"So once that solemn man gets some alcohol, this is how he becomes? From the looks of it, he's a repeated offender." Ciel rolled his eyes as Sebastian was drying him down with a towel.

"Even so, showing how little self-constraint one has... I wonder whether he's just an immense fool or he knows no shame at all." Sebastian smiled, amused.

"Funny how appearances are all this society has and, in the end, even they all crumble to hell and show how wretched people can be." she sighed simply.

"He seems like the incurable type that would make a doctor hopeless." however, as he said that, a small, stifled laugh was heard, revealing that Mr. Arthur knew French well enough to understand the trio, and even be amused by their shady charade.

With the Baron having fallen asleep after drinking himself into a mini-coma, Sebastian had to get him to his assigned room while Ciel, very conveniently, went to sleep because he was a child. Kat, on the other hand, since there was nothing to fear anymore, decided to stay by Charles and indulge in some light drinking and small talk that easily turned into a dissing contest about their most interesting guests - the Baron being the first priority target.

Hours passed by with far more entertainment since Siemens was sent to his room, and everyone was having a great time, until, at some point of the night, they heard a loud commotion by said guest's room. With everyone going to investigate, they noticed Sebastian having to kick down the locked door. Force of a demon, how impressive. The way the man was blankly, limply sitting on the arm chair by the fire place seemed to indicate he was very much dead, and upon further inspection, as Kat went to verify his pulse, she realised, there was none.

"Alright, so, either he is very much dead, or he wanted to play the role of Romeo. The only problem is, he is the farthest thing away from a Romeo and I doubt there is any contender to the role of Juliet to begin with." Kat clicked her tongue sarcastically as she shrugged and stepped back, letting Arthur investigate the body as well.

"He's... He's really dead...!" Arthur's shocked... No, petrified expression made Mr. Phelps faint on the spot and a general panic took over most of the people present.

"This blood on his chest seems to come from a wound. I suppose that's the cause of death." Katrina explained simply.

"Isn't it kinda hot in this room?" Bard grumbled, wiping the sweat off his forehead.

"Yes, it is. I heated up the room before-hand, but... Maybe he was cold." Sebastian deduced.

"What's all the racket?" Ciel finally arrived, guided by Tanaka. As he noticed the dead body, he and Sebastian shared a suspicious look.

"Anyway, we shouldn't move anything until the Yard arrives." Grimsby spoke nervously.

"No. It'd be better if we move the body now. I can't say it any nicer than this... But meat rots faster than you might think. Even if we turn off the fire now, time will be up before you know it if he stays next to the hearth." Bard explained, revealing once again his unfortunate military knowledge.

"Bard is right. Not to mention... With a weather like this, the Yard isn't going to come any time soon. It is quite the storm, after all." the lady shrugged, looking with slight disgust at the weather.

"So you mean we can't leave here either?!" Woodley exclaimed in alarm.

"Why do you ask that now? It's fine, right? Everyone was meant to stay over anyway." Lau agreed with the vixen-like lady as Sebastian had Finny and Bard get a stretcher and move Siemens's body down to the cellar.

"Like you can call this fine! I'm not staying at a place where a murder took place!" Woodley cried out angrily.

"By all means, have fun going out in this storm by yourself, without a carriage and with such a long road ahead. On the other hand, it seems I have to point out the obvious. The killer is definitely among us. With such a weather, there is no way anyone else other than us could come inside without leaving heavy traces of water, mud and footprints. Not to mention, the window is locked from the inside, so no way of going out either." Katrina smirked, very much amused at the alarm of everyone else at such an accusation, as she could only look at Charles, who seemed to smile vaguely as well.

"WHY US?! This isn't a joke!" Grimsby, along with Woodley, agreed.

"Lady Kitty-Kat here is right. Moreover, not only this room is on the second floor, so there is no way of accessing it to and fro' the window, the door was also very much locked, therefore, no way of accessing this place." Charles came to her defense, approaching the window.

So this is where the real fun of this case begins, it seems. Absolutely splendid. Not only do they have a locked room murder, but they also have guests that would have no way of escaping out of the window, with such a weather. Now, now, Charles, you're playing dirty. Is this what you mean by entertaining the guest? How sneaky of you, little white ferret. Another theory that Grimsby came up with was that someone somehow had the key for the door, but Sebastian meticulously reassured everyone that no one could have accessed any of the manor keys other than himself. Ciel then pointed out the situation was much like a locked room murder novel and  perhaps the thread and needle mechanism of locking a door from inside while you are outside was used. This, once again, instigated a lot of manic panic as everyone was hitting their chests  and declaring they weren't the killers. How hilarious.

"Enough yelling. Let's hear your alibis." Katrina clapped her hands together loudly to get everyone's attention.

"Lord Siemens was killed after he had retired to his room... Actually, to be precise, it was between the time that the lord rang the servants bell and the time that the butler and co. arrived at his room. If you have an alibi to cover that time, you're safe." Lau shrugged carefree. He was enjoying the ruckus of the common folk.

"Also, we could keep in mind the fact that the killer may have rang the bell himself, solely for this situation to be created." she smirked very much amused.

"I and Irene were in the billiards room." Grimsby and Irene testified.

"I was in there too, with Lady Kat." Grey chimed in quickly. Katrina nodded also at that statement.

"So were me and Mr. Phelps." Arthur said, by the fainted one's side.

"Yep. For the whole time, from the moment that Lord Siemens went to bed, up until the disturbance, we were all in there. During that time, no one left their place either." Charles continued.

"What were you guys doing?" Ciel asked, looking at Lau.

"We were drinking in the lounge with Mr. Woodley. Weren't we, Ran Mao?" the man said, as the girl in his arms nodded simply.

"Right! We were together the entire time before the commotion started! If I remember correctly, after midnight, the alcohol ran out and we had the butler fetch us some more, right?" Woodley pointed out.

"Yes, I brought it to you at around 12:10." Sebastian confirmed.

"U-Us servants were all cleaning up together!" Mey-Rin managed to stutter up quickly.

"First and foremost, none of us even knew what room Siemens was staying in. To find him in such a large mansion would take quite the time, right?" Grimsby completed the idea.

"Which means..." and thus, all eyes were sent on the young Earl.

"Excuse me for asking, Earl, but what were you doing at the time?" Lau asked, in a smooth, sly manner. And since Ciel has no provable alibi, Lau went on to drill the suspicion onto him thus, he was the one accused, despite what the servants tried to say in claiming his innocence.

"I'd like some insurance." Charles said, stoically, yet very much accusatory. "Insurance that we'll get out of here alive. This mansion is currently under the control of a killer, you know? And we can't get out until this storm settles down. What if we were all 'gagged' before the storm settles?" his voice was now somber and menacing.

"Let's confine him!" Lau's cheerful idea made everyone gasp in shock. What a monster - Kat had to stifle a laugh.

"If we're going to confine him, it can't be in his own room. Nobles' rooms generally have some kind of secret escape route built in. My place has them too." Charles pointed out, and Kat could only nod in agreement.

"Well then, we'll keep an eye on him while attending to his -" Sebastian tried to say, but was quickly cut off by the tradesman.

"That won't do, seeing as you might help the earl." Lau smiled serenely.

"That means one of the guests has to keep watch over him." Katrina point out, looking around.

"And that can't be you either, Miss Fox." Charles said merrily, making her shake her head and chuckle. Of course, everyone else declined until finally, the Chinese man designated Arthur to keep watch over Ciel as Charles took out the chains and shackles very, very happily to bind the poor earl.

First, Sebastian went to tuck in Ciel, while everyone else went by to their rooms to prepare for sleep. Kat, on the other hand, searching for danger as always, as soon as she got in her sleeping wear, went out to search for the magical butler. By the time she found him, he was holding a pillow to his torso, looking rather annoyed. Such that she could only chuckle and lean on the wall, tsk-ing in amusement.

"My, My, Mr. Sebastian, how fareth thou?" Katrina grinned, seeing as he discreetly removed the pillow for a split second, revealing the blood spot on his clothes.

"Wonderful now that I am seeing you, considering the events of this dreadful night." he replied, his sneaky, devilish expression back on his face.

"Charles Grey truly has no qualms now, does he?" she chuckled, shaking her head at his childishness.

"Yes, indeed, I would have to say he is quite ruthless. By how aggressively he impaled me, I am tempted to say he has a personal vendetta against me." he replied acidly.

"Competing for the Butler of the Year award or something?" she teased him, only to earn a sigh from him.

"There is no possibility of losing to such a man. Now then, My Lady, as it seems very likely you are completely unbothered by the cold, how about you help me out with our well-planned scheme?" he asked as he completely disposed of the pillow.

"What, you want me to stab you too?" she mocked him, only to see the smirk on his face widening.

"Certainly." he spoke with such is that it almost surprised a shocked expression on her face.

"Is it Christmas? To what do I owe this wonderful gift of an opportunity?" she couldn't help but laugh at him.

"Wouldn't it be positively wonderful, seeing the confused look of Mr. Grey's face as he wonders why exactly was I stabbed twice, instead of once? The fear and possibility of being more than one culprit, after all? Or a new party involved that may have been hiding quietly inside the manor?" his feline eyes flashed magenta, and she could only grin mischievously at him.

"But that's a pity, you're going to leave me all alone. How dull my time spent here will be. Surely, you as well, will get bored by staying alone, in the cellar, until I and Ciel finish this whole mess." Kat pouted in mock pity, only for him to tower over her, then bend to her height.

"One wouldn't have said that, considering how well you were getting along with Mr. Butler and Mr. Lau. Is it, perhaps, that one demon alone is not sufficient in satisfying a lovely kitten's spoiled needs?" by the way he devilishly smiled, so wickedly, Kat could see his fangs sticking out just enough to offer a very attractive view.

"That may have been the case, should I have been a mere kitten. I, however, pride myself with being quite the vixen. On the other hand, considering how you very much neglected me since I have arrived, on the pretenses of being a pristine butler taking care of your master, I would say, I quite needed my fix of a good enough company and entertainment... Alas, not splendid enough for my esteemed needs, unfortunately." oh, how much she missed these back and forths with this demon.

"Very well, Lady Fox, to my understanding, you are unsatisfied by my lack of attention and affection towards you, is that right? My, but that would be such a big ink blot on my pristine ethics that it would be impossible to clean. May I, in any way, rectify my mistake and attitude towards you, my lady?" as such, he took off his glove and caressed her face, lifting up her chin so she would look directly into his hypnotizing eyes.

"You may... Alas! Sebastian, you are supposed to be dead, therefore, for the next many days, you will be unable to do as you claim to so desire, how dreadful! Worry not, I promise to be the main hand in preparing you for you funeral, I am sure you would very much love that, wouldn't you?" she cheekily tilted her head, as, very subtly, she could see him flicking his tongue, as if very consumed by a certain demonic gluttony.

"I can only imagine the hedonistic pleasure My Lady would offer me as she so would delicately touch my flesh and awaken desires that no other human has been able to ignite in a long time." the way he was licking his lips as if they were painted with the sweetest aphrodisiac of lust seemed to have an effect on anyone who would ever dare look him in the eyes.

"Speaking of desire... If we stand so close to each other... So close that you can feel my breath on your skin, my words in your mouth... Can you feel the tiniest tint of my soul? Is it as appetizing and unsatiable for a demon as the Last Supper was for Jesus? Is it worth all this teasing, all those animalistic urges you so desperately try to keep under control? Is it quintessential? Is it something without which you couldn't continue calmly living on?" the more she approached, the more shushed her voice became, until she was sure no human ears would be able to hear them, yet he could, perfectly in fact. So perfectly, her lips almost touching his, as she mimicked his temptation discourse.

"If I didn't know better, I would assume you are not only a lustful demoness, but a succubus. A vixen you are, indeed, and a truly spoiled, unruly one at that. A bratty vixen who needs some discipline. Were you not taught that being so merciless is not nice, My Lady? Or perhaps you feel safe with the notion that I am unable to do anything in such regards without a word of consent?" it was obvious how hard it was for him to keep his composure, no doubt, her soul must be some kind of trigger to him, same way as vampires react to blood in those stories, and being so deliberately close to him, without allowing him to touch her more than he already did, must be torture.

"Such naughty words from an otherwise perfect butler; Sebastian, Sebastian, you couldn't be falling into your own lusty temptation? Are you being captured by sin? Are the shackles too strong to break? Perhaps we can make a deal... If you promise to behave nicely I may... Allow you a little taste of this Forbidden Fruit you so desperately desire. I told you, didn't I? It is not Ciel, but me, who will be leaving you craving for more." with an abominably sultry smirk, Katrina turned from him, going towards the hearth of the room where he was 'killed' so to speak, and took the ash poker from the ground.

"A little kitten like you, attempting to look menacing with such a ridiculous weapon, my, I could only laugh looking at you. A mere human, attempting to mock a demon, how daring of you, if not, rather intriguing and positively endearing. I suppose I cannot deny that I am, in fact, attracted to you as I have been to no other human before, which, in all essence, is quite strange considering the infinite amount of humans that I have encountered over the many centuries that I have walked the Earth and the Netherrealm. If you would do me the honours, my dear Kitten, I can only promise you to make up for my previous ignorance. Is this deal to your liking?" he asked, getting on the right spot, as she could only smirk, very amused.

"Much obliged, Sebastian. Much obliged." and without a single warning, she drove the sharp ash poker through his torso; Seeing him falling to the ground, Katrina could only start laughing, albeit, as she tried to stifle it. "You look ridiculous. Come on, what's with that look on your face, there's nothing aesthetic about your supposed death." she grinned, harshly taking out the bloody poker and dropping it to the ground with a loud clank.

"You couldn't possibly wish for a human to have any kind of dignity, would you?" he asked, rolling his eyes.

"You insult me, Sebastian, surely, I have more dignity than whatever pretense you are trying to mimic." she reprimanded him harshly. "However, there is no dignity in death, Sebastian, for anyone. The physiological processes through which the body goes upon death is the most disgusting thing there is. So, I rest my case. There is no dignity in death. Although... I promise to help with the full body autopsy when the time comes. I will be very gentle with you, if you promise to reciprocate. Sweet dreams on the cold, hard floor, little demon~." winking and waving him goodnight, as mocking as ever, Katrina made sure to not have any bit of his blood on her as she carefully made her way back to her room without anyone seeing her. Now, the the time is neigh for yet another murder to be discovered in this huge mansion.

The rolling thunder and pouring rain were like a blessing performed by an orchestra of demons. The curtain rises on the Phantomhive Manor Murder Case.

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[misswitchbella]

Oc rants again because I can’t stop talking about my Crp ocs.

(Mainly these two)

Lyna was from Louisiana then moved to the Bay Area. but her mother died in childbirth shortly after the move since she was 6 months pregnant when they just moved . And her brother Jean and sister Genevieve was born in the Bay Area. Her parents were/are morticians now her father is probably retired and her siblings took over. Genevieve and Jean dislike yueri now and it’s completely understandable why they dislike him. But Lyna was the “oddball” undiagnosed autistic girl that was a sweet kid growing up. She started her gothic and grungy looks at the age of 9 and her dad did not care. She wanted to be a mortician but obviously she didn’t because of her death at 16. Now Lyna liked urban legends which caused her to summon slenderman thinking “this is a joke” so she ended up dying as a result. And then her bf became a proxy because he got manipulated by slenderman and uses the possibility that he could bring her back(lies I’m pretty sure he can’t do that) and her ghost to make him stay loyal and it’s been 17 years. And Lyna is probably not happy. And she haunts yueri and yueri(her bf) dosent mind the fact that she haunts him. Even if it’s for once and a while.

Nika/Anita Hernandez

Nika is not ok now she’s 25. She never had a good role model in her life. She mother was terrible to her and her dad only for her dad to leave and not take her with him. Than almost get murdered by two murders after walking into a crime with her friends. Than lose her memory of herself and get basically adopted out of pity to said criminals. All at 12/13 so yeah her life was intense. Heck they lied to her(mostly rina and slendy)saying her friends stood her up. But she dose remember she had it bad and she believed slenderman “saved her” from her miserable fate. So I want to make when she is in her 30s is when she realizes I’ve been lied to. After finding her father and old friends who loves her and misses her.

[professionallydeadinside]

"I don't think you should see this..."

"I don't think you should see this..."

“Maybe I shouldn’t, but I deserve to.”

It was early in the morning, when everything flowed slow and quiet. The day was still tucked away asleep, leaving only a gray shine as clouds became blankets for the sun.

They were the only two there. Well, there were numerous bodyguards scattered around, but in terms of family, Percy and Prince were alone. Their father had purposefully stayed as far away as he could, claiming he had important business in Estonia just so he didn’t have to get anymore confirmation that his dear wife lay dead in the ground.

The morticians did an impressive job, she looked peaceful lying there. But something stayed too plastic about her skin. Areas where makeup was caked on still dipped into the deep cuts the crash had left her with. Prince could’ve sworn one eye was more deflated then the other, no doubt a product of the fake eyes that filled her mother’s sockets, uneven yet still treated as equals.

“Sometimes I still think she’ll wake up.” Prince looked at her brother inquisitively, wondering how the woman in front of them looked anything like the mother who had raised them.

“That’s natural. You’re grieving.” Percy didn’t reply, instead returning to staring vacantly at the casket. Prince, in turn, looked him over.

He looked exhausted, more so than usual. Eyes dull and red from tears being rubbed into them. He’d covered up his tattoos with band aids. Their mother was never a fan of them. She said they made him look rough but in the same breath said: “Nothing changes, you’re still my little boy.”

Nothing changes.

“Vladlena.” Prince’s eyes widened at the use of her real name.

“Promise me you won’t die before me.” His voice rasped, rough to the point she almost didn’t hear him.

She paused her confirmation, thinking it would be suspicious if she so quickly agreed. But little did he know she was already on track to achieve his little wish. That soon enough their father would kick him to the curb and no one would remember his name.

“I promise, Percy. I’ll be alive until the day you die.”

[choccyhearts]

been thinking about this au for a while now but wasn't sure if i should write it...

anyway, here's mortician!eddie:

quick TW: for parental death and grief mentioned!!

eddie loves dead things, he loves everything creepy and macabre. he loves that his clients don't talk his ear off or pester him with idiotic small talk and conversations. instead, he zones out, his cheap little radio crackling as it blares his favorite metal station while he rushes around his work room like a mad man.

eddie's actually a revered mortician, known for his work ethic and quickness, people choose to go to him on one of the worst days of their life because despite his disdain for clients without rigor mortis, he does have a kind heart and sturdy shoulder to always offer. and he's attentive and meticulous with each and every cadaver. his living clients thank him profusely when they see his work -- at least something makes them feel a little better. he's almost like God with the way he's able to make a lifeless corpse look content and peaceful.

it's a running joke that you can always hear eddie before you see him. the jingling of his various crucifix necklaces and rosary -- something he began carrying as a way to get the townspeople to trust him with their deceased -- always giving away his presence.

and you can't talk about mortician!eddie without talking about his beloved girl -- his old 1980 Cadillac Deville. it became his personal vehicle when the funeral home decided to upgrade since the girl was starting to sputter and require too much attention. luckily, eddie's nothing if not an attentive man, so he spent his summer fixing her up and breathing a new life into her -- it's what he does best. and after slapping on some new plates his beauty, Morticia as he lovingly named her, was ready.

now he'd ride her around anywhere he went, keeping an old mattress in the back for ~emergencies~. aka, he likes to hide from people and take naps in there.

he doesn't mind a couple scratches to the paint, he says it makes her look cooler, more scary. he did mourn his van for a while, feeling sentimental but recognized that his hearse was just a grown up version of his van.

no longer was he a young high school kid with bright eyes. now, he was a man with hardened eyes that had seen the horrors life could supply. but he knew what he was getting into when decided to study the dead and it's culture.

it's why he wanted to pursue this career -- someone needs to do the job and he has the stomach for it, so why not help others? he still holds a grudge against certain citizens of Hawkins, but honestly, being surrounded by the dead has taught him life really is too short.

his first encounter with death was his mother passing while he was still in grade school. he never knew his grandparents and his own parents didn't have a tight knit group of friends. so, the day he had to say goodbye to his mother, he wasn't sure how to process it. he felt lost, swallowed whole by grief and gloominess, and worse, he had no one to help him.

no one, except his uncle.

his uncle helped put him together again as best as he could. he encouraged eddie and helped support him through mortuary school -- honestly, he was just relieved eddie chose to continue his education. now, wayne's retired and spends eddie's days off listening to his crazy stories about work while they sit on porch chairs. he admires how grown eddie is now and he can't hold himself from telling eddie how proud he is. eddie always replies the same way; "'cause i was raised right by the best man i know."

mortician!eddie is an odd man and he knows it. he owns it.

"Eddie -- lead guitar/vocals of his band Corroded Coffin, leader of a "cult" in highscool, but underneath is kind-hearted, compassionate (to an extent) and friendly -- Munson the Mortician"....yeah, that just makes sense.

[tripthelightfatality]

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