#I don't know if it was death I just saw a deceased body in an edit I don't know maybe they're not dead but I'm pretty sure they are I don't

[a-really-cool-blog-name]

So, you know how the internet will go crazy over something like a step over from the fandoms you're in so you'll get spoilers about it but you don't care about that piece of media but you're just happy to see people invested in something?

Yeah, that just happened in the funniest way imaginable.

Spoilers: for the new episode (17? I think? As stated before I'm not in that fandom) of inanimate Insanity.

I was playing the Roblox game Flicker with my sisters and in that game you can set your nickname to something that's not your Roblox name, and somebody had set their name to "light bolb" (not a typo that's what they set it as) and they said it was based off of their favorite character from their favorite show and I had already heard about the object shows from said thing of the internet going crazy a fandom over, so of course I instantly knew who they were talking about (don't know anything about their personality however)

A few hours later apparently a new episode comes out and the internet is freaking out a fandom over and suddenly I feel very very bad for this poor girl because guess who dies in the new episode?

That's right her favorite character from her favorite show, Light bulb.

This poor girl didn't even know that her favorite character would die on that same day.

[yumekojabaml]

ঞじòぴé Chapter 1 ઈଓᦗ࿐

Summary: M/n is a cute little white boy in Japan filled with demons and slayers. What if I told you those demons and slayers want him?

Harem list: 1/2 2/2

Chapter 2

author's purpose: Yes, I’m making another series even though I will NEVER finish it. If you guys could give me and idea on each post I got you👌🏽. The yandere will be speaking with bold and a color of my choice. The reader will have just bold.

TW: Death

“Something bad is 'bout to happen to me. I don't know what, but I feel it coming”— Steve Lacy

“M/N M/N RUN RUN AS FAST AS YOU CAN”

“I'm sorry m/n I'm sorry I couldn't protect you.”

“M/N GET BACK HERE YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE WITH ME.”

“HELP ME SOMEBODY PLEASE.”

“MAMA PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME AGAIN.

“GET AWAY FROM ME.”

“Nobodys going to help you.”

You woke drenched in sweat from a dream. “Type of dream was that?” You spoke out loud you've never had a dream like that before why all of a sudden?

‘I should get dressed.’ before getting dressed let me tell you what you look like. You have (h/l) hair with a petite body, long beautiful nails, and princess peach-like lips. You had a beauty that women wanted but never got.

Getting dressed, you ate, brushed your teeth, then left.

You open the shoji doors and close them leaving to get food since you are slowly running out. As you got there you got some stares from men mostly— the women envy you they just wished you, a foreigner NEVER came here. Did you care?… no you didn't.

“Hi, M/n It's been a while. “Spoke the pregnant lady. “Yes, it has been— how's the baby?” She smiled at you rubbing her belly. “He’s a fighter for sure he's been kicking me all day like he wants to see the world already.” She chuckled making you smile. “When he's born I want you to be his god uncle. “Does she really want that a teenager who should still be in middle school? “You mean it ame?” She nodded. “Now come help me.” she grabbed your wrist.

“Bye see you tomorrow!” She yelled waving goodbye as you walked away. All she wanted was for you to help her cook when her husband come home she gave you some of her food before you left. At least you don't have to cook.

For some reason when you came home and ate you just got this uneasy feeling like— something scary was gonna happen.

Laying your head down to rest all you hear is a loud, bloody murder scream. And your dumb ass got up and ran to the screaming once you got there the screaming stop all there was, was crying. You went to Ames's home seeing her holding a baby in her hands. She saw you. “M-m/n c-come closer.” You bent down in front of her.

“T-take c…are of m-my baby pl…ease. “Tears ran down hers and your face Ame chocked on her blood handing you her baby. “I will Ame… I’ll take care of him.” She smiled after saying. “You’ll be a better mother than me M/n.” Her hand dropped from your cheek before her eyes slowly shut. Your body was shaking if only Ame knew her baby was… gone before her.

— OBANAI’S POV—

‘Shit shit shit shit why didn't we get a report about this sooner.’ I thought seeing multiple dead bodies and blood. “We… are late- too late,” Giyuu said looking down of course we had to be late these demons are getting sneakier.

“Wait! I sense a heartbeat.” Sanemi ran in front of us we followed we made it to a house inside was a boy. Sitting on his knees sniffing holding a deceased baby along with a woman with tears streaming from his face. Giyuu was the first to step up to him.

“We need to get you out of here your family and many others will get a proper burial I just need you to let go of the baby and come with us.” The kid let go of the baby walking out of the house with his head down not even looking at us.

The kaiushi came cleaning up and burying the bodies I turned my head to the kid who was still there. Sanemi walked up to him. “Hey, listen you need to go home the sun is rising so you'll be fine walking home alone. “He didn't say anything well that's what we thought cause after Sanemi was done talking

“She was all I had left. “We looked at him he continued. “She loved me since the day I came to Japan she showed me around and treated me like I was a child of her own and now— she’s gone… because you couldn”t get here a second early.” He got up walking away from us.

It wasn't our fault we were late

[viridian-fields]

I've been doing a lot of thinking about this theory that Caitlyn gave up her council seat to Sevika. This idea is based on the following:

Sevika now occupies the seat that Cassandra used to sit in

Certain council seats are inherited

Caitlyn used her influence to put Sevika in the Kiramman seat

I'd like to posit an alternative theory.

There's no question that Sevika now sits in Cassandra's old seat, so I'll simply acknowledge that and move on to the second point.

Certain council seats are inherited

I can understand why people make this assumption, but for me it remains uncertain. My primary disillusionment with this idea comes from Salo and his reactions to Caitlyn being present at council meetings after Cassandra's death.

Here Mel replies that Caitlyn is a witness who can provide valuable information. She doesn’t say Caitlyn is entitled to be there.

Cait doesn't claim that she has a right to be on the council, but asserts her authority as an officer. She uses her family name, sure, but neither she nor anyone else mentions any pending appointment to a council seat.

If the council seat is Cait's birthright why would Salo challenge her like this?

We don't get a lot of time with Caitlyn and her parents, but they never mention Caitlyn's future as a councillor. Cassandra says only "You're a councillor's daughter, your actions reflect on the entire body".

So what do we actually know about how council seats are assigned? We know that the council can add or remove members by unanimous vote (Jayce and Heimerdinger). We know that Mel is a Noxian who likely did not inherit her seat as her family isn't from Piltover. We also know that the council always had seven members before Jayce. Which makes me wonder - whose seat did Mel take over? Why wasn't that seat passed on to that councillor's heir if the seats stay in certain families?

I spent some time analysing what I could about the other new council members at the end of s2 - and I can't rule out that at least some of them could be heirs or house/clan members of the deceased councillors. Certainly Bolbok's seat seems to have passed to another of his kind, and the new occupant of Hoskel's seat could be a relation based on looks and clothing style. Unfortunately we do not get a look at the new owner of Salo's seat. However there are at least two vacant seats that are not hereditary (Mel's and Jayce's) so if Caitlyn did inherit a seat there would be no implicit need for her to give it up since there were so many other vacancies. There is also Heimerdinger's 8th (non-hereditary) seat which remains unoccupied.

So are these seats inherited or are they just generally appointed to members of influential houses, hence there being some semblance of continuity? I can't say for sure.

I do think that Caitlyn not being on the council is her own decision though, whether she gave up an inherited seat or declined to be considered for one when new councillors were being appointed.

Which brings us to my second nitpick about this theory…

Caitlyn used her influence to put Sevika in the Kiramman seat

Caitlyn knows that Sevika was Silco's right hand. She watched Sevika grievously wound and attempt to kill Vi. She had a brutal fight against her when she and Vi went after Jinx. She may have heard from Vi of Sevika's betrayal of Vander years earlier. Caitlyn has never seen any other side to Sevika. If Caitlyn were choosing a Zaunite for the council it would not have been Sevika. It would've been Ekko.

Ekko had built a haven for refugees and a competent resistance force against Silco, was a trusted community leader, and - like Sevika - had come to Piltover's defence during the battle against the Noxians and Viktor. To Cait, he would've appeared reasonable and compassionate compared to Silco and Sevika's ruthlessness and cruelty. She saw that Ekko had a desire to enact positive change in the undercity and had demonstrated a willingness to compromise and work with Cait and Piltover to do so. Sevika tried to kill Caitlyn and Vi. Ekko saved their lives.

So what actually happened after Caitlyn ended martial law and reformed the council? Apart from declining a seat for herself, I think she pushed for Zaun to be given a seat at the table, and then deferred to Zaunites to choose their own representative. Ekko either didn't want it, or didn't have the influence to win out over Sevika. I imagine Sevika being present and a leader of the Zaunite resistance movement for the months that Ekko had been zapped to a different timeline would've made the difference there. And perhaps Zaunites preferred Sevika because she is strong, ruthless and uncompromising. Who better to defend you and safeguard your interests against the untrustworthy Pilties?

tldr

It's unclear whether Caitlyn was entitled to a council seat and gave it up, or if she simply declined to be considered for one.

She likely was instrumental in advocating for Zaunites having a seat at the table

…but Sevika would not have been her choice. Sevika being there is the will of Zaun. Not Caitlyn.

Thoughts?

[mychlapci]

Okay wait I had an idea for the TFA broodmare thingie

What if in Autobots, when a miscarriage or still birth or infant death overall happens it's always seen as a result of the broodmares? No matter if it was, like, unviable, or if it was a sickness that couldn't have been avoided. It's always the fault of the broodmares. Their job was to produce viable offspring. And they only have their sires sick, half deformed abominations- they had to of done it intentionally. No other reason or logic.

But in the Decepicons, it's seen as the fault of the sire/donor. They've been through war and then some- they should know how badly stress can affect sensitive little bodies. They should know the proper sterilization methods, and the proper care for their broodmares to check for deformities and birth defects. And there are just some things they can't control- sometimes no matter what you do it just isn't meant to be.

Anyways, imagine Bee (youngest, least experienced carrier) having a miscarriage and being terrified. He did it wrong. He was going to be in trouble. Someone was going to beat him, or maybe he was going to be starved, or executed, or, or, or-

But it doesn't happen. The Decepicons just double and triple check that he didn't tear any of the mesh or linings of his valve and get him cleaned up and keep him comfortable. They're gentle as they talk and quiet when they bring up options for burial. Even in the war forged cultures, a proper burial is required, and it must be attempted no matter the cost if the recently deceased was a bittie.

Anyways, Bee has a breakdown sobbing and he talks about what happened and how he was "prepared" for his role and all the things he was told and saw and victim to and the Cons are PISSED. First the Autobots send broodmares to the far end of the system with no proper medical care or nesting materials or even adequate transfusions or donors, AND they don't even have the decency to recognize loss of bitties and carriages as something that is probably THEIR fault from the atrocious care standards?!

Megatron would be furious. He'd get the stories from the rest of the team before trying to piece together what to do. It might even be a situation where they go looking for other broodmares in similar situations, because there's no way in hell any half-decent mech will just let carriers stay in such cruel and unusual situations.

Once Megatron learns that autobots blame their broodmares in case of a miscarriage, his distaste for autobots grows even larger, and that’s coming from a guy who waged war with them for 4 million years. On his ship, a miscarrying broodmare means the studs or sire are to be punished, not the poor carrier. They’ve gone through enough, poor little thing, Blitzwing’s favourite, he’d be ready to rip the triple-changer’s helm off of his body for putting such a toll on his broodmare that he couldn’t carry to term, if Blitzwing wasn't threatening to do the same to the rest of the ‘Cons. 

Of course, perhaps no one was rough with him, it could have just happened… A little accident. Bumblebee gets a little break from his duties so his system can reboot.

[le-fruit-de-la-passion]

Your comment and tags on my little blurb made my whole week I adore you so much thank you!! As a fellow disabled girly he just means a lot to me and I’m so glad the community is loving on this. Also your fics are scrumptious ok bye💖💖

Asfdfff OMG I just saw your ask hi 💕💕💕!! I was literally SO happy when I saw your post, because I legit didn't know if a lot of other people felt the way I did. A good chunk of what happened with season 2 really stung ("you shouldn't have tried to cure your deadly degenerative decease Viktor, it made you who you were as a person"🤡), especially because of just how much I've looked up to Viktor in my personal health journey.

Like, if Viktor, sexiest and smartest man on goddamn planet earth, could still study and dedicate himself to his passion, even at his worst... I could do it. If he could keep going, not knowing whether or not he would make it a couple more weeks or a couple more months, with his perfect head held high, I could do it. And, really importantly, if he could still be so insanely sexy with a disability and visible signs of illness... then so could I!

THAT'S why representation matters so much. We need characters like Viktor, who are affected by their disability and illness in a realistic way, but without it taking away from their ability to be attractive, charming, seductive, and, everyone repeat after me, SEXUALLY ACTIVE 📢📢📢 !!!

There are literally SO few disabled/chronically ill characters who are presented as sexual beings in media because it makes a very vocal crowd """uncomfortable""" and its much less easily marketable. That's why only a single of his LoL skins features his leg brace, despite there being no reason for it to be absent from AUs like High Noon or Death Sworn. That's why he's suddenly fit, muscular and able bodied. Oh and his back brace ? Just fully gone. The one skin that's supposed to be linked directly to Arcane even erases all the scars we've canonically seen on his skin.

WHO EVEN IS THIS??????

THIS is Viktor's body. It has scars, medical braces, pedical screws, a bony frame and visible signs of illness. If you don't like that, get off my blog and never look at me or my fucking husband ever again.

The truth is just that for a video game company like Riot, sex sells, but visible disability and signs of chronic illness don't. So...✨️poof✨️, Viktor now has a conventionally attractive body and a six pack so we can be sure the majority of people will be attracted to him! I actually CANNOT believe there isn't a single person at the company who sees the hypocrisy of that, after they tried to sell the whole "your imperfections made you you" ending. I'm just... mad, dissapointed, and tired of all of that.

So, I've made the executive decision to throw all that shit in the garbage, because fuck you, Viktor is disabled, and chronically-ill, and he FUCKS. I literally do not care. You SEEN the way this man walks around in Act 1 ?? The passion in his eyes, the smirk on his lips, the sensuality of his hands??? Only a man who's sucked dick and eaten pussy around the Academy would have that kind of swag, bro has comfortably been around.

A N Y W A Y I'm sorry about the long rant I had to let that all out,,,

TLDR Viktor belongs to the disabled/chronically ill community and his cock is huge.

((Also omg thank you so much for reading my work💞💞💞!!!))

[kimbap-r0ll]

Adult trio + feitsn with a reader that is a mortician 🥹💖 who is interested and who doesn't really care?? Love your stuff! Thank u sm!

Hi, thank you for the ask! I think what you mean for "interested and who doesn't really care" is for the reader not caring about the characters' backgrounds? If not, feel free to send me another ask. Hope you enjoy!

Adult trio + Feitan with a mortician!reader

Hisoka

He doesn't really mind it, it's just another occupation and if you're happy with what you're doing then go you

However, he might enjoy watching you do your job at all times, but he is curious about some aspects of your occupation. Things like applying special makeup on a deceased person is a bit intriguing to him

He might be tempted to distract you while you work if he happens to be in the same place. Or, if you don't want him to bother you, he might enjoy coming by and saying hello just to annoy you a bit haha

He'll be surprised however if you say you don't mind his hobbies. Sure, being a mortician already warranted you weird looks from people, but hearing that you didn't mind your boyfriend being a killer magician was another thing. Hisoka's happy of course, but pleasantly surprised

Illumi

He's probably never thought too much about dead bodies since he works with death so much as an assassin. When he finds out about your occupation he'll be like "cool"

Illumi might ask you some questions on your job. He asks if you have to stitch people up if they're skin is damaged, he might ask if you ever saw someone who was assassinated. He might want to watch you too, but you can always tell him the workplace isn't really meant for visitors

Similar to Hisoka, he'll be surprised if you say you had no problems with his job as an assassin. Sure, you two worked with death a lot, but killing someone is different from your work. He's a bit puzzled, but happy nonetheless

Overall he's also fine with your work. However if you two become more committed to your relationship, expect him to want you to become an assassin or at least join the Zoldyck household on Kukuro Mountain soon

Chrollo

Probably the most intrigued by your work out of the four characters. He's naturally curious, and because of this you will be bombarded with questions about everything mortician related

Chrollo will want to watch you do your work but due to the nature of your occupation you might not let him do that (who knows, the hxh world might be different). He does find the aspect of making someone who is deceased look more "alive" very interesting

He might also commend you for your work. Though he may seem heartless, he does admire your efforts in making saying final goodbyes a little warmer, something that Meteor City doesn't have all the time

He's also surprised when you say you don't mind his job as leader of the most notorious criminal group. He might be wary at first that you might be lying, but after a while he'll trust you. Who knows, he might invite you to Meteor City one day as well

Feitan

He tortures but doesn't care about dead bodies. Seeing you with a job that cares for the deceased is really intriguing to him.

He'll also ask a lot of questions, but they're a bit more morbid than Chrollo's. It's about how people died, what kinds of handwork you had to do to people, etc. He too wants to watch you but you might need to stop him (but the hxh world might have different mortician standards so who knows haha)

He doesn't trust you when you say you don't care too much about his occupation in the troupe. He asks why, and you might say that you warmed up to him and you trust him, which might've made him cry had he not done so well at hiding his emotions. He might not feel like he deserves love, but he's really happy nonetheless

Overall he's similar to Chrollo in being curious, but it's more of a morbid curiosity. He might introduce you to Phinks and Shalnark in the future, who will tease him for being lowkey shy around you haha

[worthyprnce]

i saw this post and I had an idea (for a fic maybe?) but I don't have the time for it right now, so I'll try to summarize it. I also don't even know if this will make sense or if anyone else will see my vision, but anyway... (I'm also going to ignore the premise of stopping a wedding because it's the love of you life's wedding, I'm going to give merlin another reason)

arthur is about to marry a random princess. uther continues to insist on bringing princesses from allied kingdoms for his son to marry, to form powerful alliances and ensure heirs. and, after so many discussions, uther managed to convince his son to a marriage of convenience, which broke the hearts of both arthur and gwen, the true love of the prince's life.

merlin knows that this marriage shouldn't happen, it simply can't happen, and he was determined to stop it, even if he had to take drastic measures. not only because he's the number one arwen shipper we have in the show, but because he and gaius discovered that it was just another plan by the princess's father to overtake the throne of camelot. so he runs, desperate, to the church where the wedding would take place, his eyes wide, his lungs pulsing against his chest, heavy and tired.

his magic was agitated because his body,mind, soul and heart were agitated, so when he opened the doors of the cathedral and shouted with all his strength "I OBJECT!", the last thing he expected to see was a collection of pairs of unknown eyes and a decorated coffin in the middle of the people instead of arthur and his future wife. in fact, the last thing he was really expecting was to see the deceased slowly rise from his coffin, dazed like a hangover, scratch his eyes and look around, confused.

some women screamed, but it didn't seem to be out of fear, it seemed more like irritation, as if they had been caught in an old prank once again. but what really made the deceased come to his senses, were the angry cries of "you scoundrel! there's no use playing dead, gwaine, you'll pay my money!"

that was what made the deceased, gwaine it seemed, get up, his energy renewed, and run away, tripping over flowers and candles while merlin remained standing in front of the door without understanding what had really happened, stunned and lost.

gwaine ran out, passing merlin like lightning, and merlin had to run after him, because now the resurrected man's collectors were thinking that merlin was part of his plot. which wasn't true, but merlin needed to understand what had happened. there was no way merlin could have unintentionally used his magic to bring someone back to life, right? there was no way, he would know if he could do it. but he needed to get this straight.

the two ran to a hidden alley, where they caught their breath.

"what the fuck was that?" merlin asked.

"and do I know? one minute I had a knife in my heart, the next I was at peace and then I saw you like in a dream and now I'm here." gwaine replied. "I think I really should stop drinking, for a minute I thought I was dead and you brought me back. like an angel or something. you sure do look like one."

merlin didn't know what to say, so he stared at gwaine for a few seconds while the latter's mind calculated the events.

"I died. I died, I'm sure I died, I was cold and weak and when I woke up we were in a church, I was in a coffin." gwaine said, finally merlin was afraid that he would need to find some quick and plausible excuse in case gwaine threatened him. he didn't know that man and didn't know what his reaction would be to someone using magic, even if it was to bring him back to life.

that's why merlin was very surprised when gwaine hugged him tightly.

"man, you literally brought me back from death! ha! I can't believe that really happened, I owe you a huge debt now. let's have a drink, we can get to know each other better and you can tell me about these jesus-like acts of yours."

merlin's mind was racing, he almost didn't notice the sound of the church bell, the right church to stop arthur's wedding.

"listen. if you want to repay me for something, give me your word that you won't tell anyone. I brought you back to life, I can kill you again, I know your name and I for sure can find you anywhere" merlin said, pointing his finger at gwaine and trying to sound intimidating. gwaine smirked and raised his hands.

"oh, I wouldn't be that stupid," he replied.

"apparently you're only stupid enough to get yourself into too much debt."

"it's a complicated life, you know how it goes." gwaine's smile was too wide and playful for someone who had only been dead for a few minutes, but it was a beautiful smile, and merlin couldn't help but notice it.

"yeah, sure… uh..." merlin shook his head, as if that would put his thoughts in place "okay then, it was nice meeting you, but I need to run now."

"wait!" gwaine grabbed merlin by the wrist before he could even take a step "I don't even know your name, and that can't be all that you need from me. I don't have much, as it's already obvious... but I can be useful. I'll do anything, you literally gave me my life back. please, let me repay you somehow. I'm serious." merlin thought for a few seconds, the church bell ringing in his ears, the weight of a wedding that wasn't even his on his shoulders, his best friend's broken heart, the fate of an entire kingdom. merlin sighed. "whatever, what else do I have to lose?" he thought to himself

"I'm merlin, and I need your help to stop a wedding."

[becauseicantthinkwritings]

Angel of Small Death

Part 9 of my mini series.

Dark! Frank Castle, Dark Priest! Billy Russo, Dark Priest! Matt Murdock.

Warnings: Blasphemy, smut, fingering, spitting, mild choking, death.

This part is mostly Frank

Pspspspspspsps @ittybxttykxttytxtty

Sister Margaret bursts into your office after mass on Sunday and you turn in surprise to watch her double over, panting.

Fear sinks into your stomach, heart freezing as you move toward her.

You place a calming hand on her back, rubbing circles to soothe her into catching her breath.

“What is it?” You ask, growing impatient.

She looks at you with terrified eyes.

“Another…body…”

You don't let her finish before you're running out the door.

.

Two people had been found dead within the last week, Father Heath, and most recently, Sister Deidre. 

She’d only been a year or two younger, and her body had been found lying face down in the shallow creek nearby.

The very same one that Billy and you frequented as children, now tainted with the imagery of her corpse.

The doctor had speculated that she’d simply slipped, fallen headfirst into the water and hit her head, drowned peacefully while incapacitated.

Nothing had sounded peaceful about it.

Putting her into the ground had left a sour taste in your mouth, that you should have found a way to keep her safe, though, for the life of you, you couldn’t figure out how you could have prevented her death.

The fact that both the deceased had somehow just slipped, also filled you with dread. You felt like the people under your care were being punished, and that it was all your fault.

You’d sinned, and this was how God was taking it out on you.

It didn’t make much sense, that two accidental deaths in a short space of time could be a form of punishment for you, except that your guilt was searching for punishment, for absolution in your grief.

Were you a bad person now? Had you tainted the very space that was used to worship God? You know what Billy would say- no, that you were still pure, still holy in the eyes of the Lord.

But if you really were, why did you feel this way?

You needed more information, and you hadn’t feel like burdening anyone with your troubles, so you'd been pouring over old books in the library, searching for scripture that would ease your guilt and help you come to terms with your grief.

Temptation was heavy on your mind, and what better story could compare to Eve’s?

Made out of Adam, with the intention of being a companion for him, scripture doesn’t describe her much, and it makes you wonder more and more about her. 

You close a musty book, one that had just emphasized the role of the Devil in The Fall, frowning, unsure of what you were really hoping to achieve from reading these old books.

In the dark of the library, with only your lone candle lighting the space around the table, you hear the door push open.

You straighten confidently, despite the fear striking through your body, eyes searching for movement in the darkness.

Heavy footsteps, and you know who it is before the light even graces his face.

Frank, steps into your field of vision, no lamp in hand guiding him, dressed warmly for the frigid night.

“I saw the light flickering from outside,” he starts in explanation, “Just making sure it wasn't unattended.”

You smile up at him as he approaches.

“No, Mister Castle, not unattended.” You answer politely.

“I see that.” He takes a deep breath, his eyes searching the table, skimming over the titles of the books before you.

“Interpretations of The Fall?” He asks, reading one such title aloud.

You swallow, nodding, glancing at the book in question.

“I'm just… curious.”

A smile pulls onto his mouth.

“About?”

You suck in a slow breath, unsure of whether to confide your self-doubt in him. Your eyes drift down to his mouth, the memory of them pressed to yours clawing its way to the forefront of your mind.

And there it was again- temptation, the carnal desire sparking within you, begging you to submit yourself to him so that he might ease the ache inside of you.

“Eve.” You answer finally, “I’m curious about Eve.”

His eyebrows raise in amusement.

“What about Eve?”

You swallow.

“I don’t know- there’s just something about the events- some information that these interpretations lack.”

You tap your chin, deep in thought, stepping away from the table, moving back and forth in an attempt to gather your thoughts.

“All of these books- they portray Eve’s curiosity as disobedience, she’s a symbol of temptation, the reason for all sin- words written by men with an agenda to further, that women are weak, easily tempted, eager to sin.”

You exhale, impassioned by the way your thoughts spin, finally finding just the right conduit to center your thoughts.

“What if it wasn’t like that at all?” You ask finally, stopping your contemplative steps to look at Frank.

He seems intrigued by your words, where someone else might scold you for thinking this way, Frank seems to be willing to listen to you.

“What are you suggesting?” Frank finally asks, still at ease, and seemingly unaffected by your unconventional ideas.

You reach beside him, for a book you’d been digging through before.

“She was made with someone else’s ribs. I can’t help thinking that the role she was cast in might have led her to feel lesser, that maybe she wanted a path of her own.”

You try to imagine being Eve, the first woman, constantly being reminded that there was only one role for you to fill, in service to someone else, unable to figure out who you could be outside of these confines.

“What if she was just curious? As all of us are? Wondering about the mysteries of the universe, dizzy with the thirst for knowledge? Her only crime being exactly the way God made her?”

You pause, gasping, realising what you’ve just implied, glancing up at Frank to offer profuse apologies for your blasphemy.

“Don’t apologise sweetheart,” He says, interrupting any words about to leave your mouth, “I want to hear what you have to say.”

“I’m sorry,” You mutter anyway, “I didn’t mean to question the Lord. I’m only trying to understand.”

You blink, staring at the words written in the book, trying not to ask another question, but like Eve, the thirst for knowledge is too much.

“What do you think he must have said to her, to convince her to disobey God?” You ask aloud next, almost wishing that Frank would scold you and not give you an answer.

Frank looks away, smiling to himself.

“I assume he must have needled at that curiosity you mentioned, used it to sow doubt in her mind.”

“Right,” you say eagerly, “because maybe she wanted more. Maybe she wanted to see what she was truly capable of.” 

You don't realise how close you are to Frank until he's cupping your cheek softly. You suck in a slow breath at the rough feel of his palm sending tingles down your spine.

“Maybe she did want more. Maybe the devil showed her more.”

You exhale, looking up into his eyes, seeing the candlelight reflected in them.

“Pleasure, you mean.” You say softly, studying his handsome face, finally realising why you've been so taken with Eve's story.

His thumb drags across your bottom lip. He smiles instead of answering you.

“If the devil came to you, and showed you all the good things that have been kept from you, do you think you could resist him?”

Your lips part in surprise at his question, already knowing the answer but too ashamed to say it out loud.

“Good? You think carnal desire is good?”

“Doesn't it feel good?” He asks, stepping behind you, his hand reaching around to angle your jaw so that your neck is exposed to him.

Your eyes shut when you feel his nose, trailing along your neck.

“To be touched like this?” His voice rumbling in your ear, his lips dragging along your neck, the heat of his kisses as he places them.

You suck in a shaky breath.

“Let's play a game, I'll be the devil, and you, Eve, and let's see if you can resist temptation.”

You suck in a little breath, intrigued by his suggestion, thinking about what to say.

“I- shouldn't be here with you. I should be serving the Lord.”

Frank chuckles.

“Oh definitely,” he whispers, reaching down to tug your skirts up, bunching them in his hands, the simple sensation of having him pressed to your back making you writhe against him eagerly.

“You can leave whenever you want, sweetheart.” He finishes, slipping his warm hand down to cup your cunt. His digits press into the small layer of fabric protecting you from his bare touch, rolling his fingers over your panties, making your head tilt back with the need to be handled by him.

You gasp, hearing him chuckle, his hand glides up, this time sliding under your fine undergarment. That warm, coarse hand of his moving over your mound and you feel two dexterous fingers press against your clit. You’re breaths grow sharp, trying your hardest to fathom the pure want going through you, 

“My my, how eager that cunt is to play.”

You whimper, shaking your head.

His other hand raises, palming your breast over your clothing, his thumb worrying the fabric until he can feel your nipple poking through.

“Lucifer,” You moan, trying to uphold the boundaries of your play.

“That's it,” he says, fingers circling your slippery bundle of nerves, “Say my name, sweetheart.”

He pinches your nipple over your clothes, huffing into your neck in amusement when he feels you shudder.

“God made you so sensitive to touch, and yet you seek to deny yourself of the pleasures your body so easily craves."

You shake your head in denial of his words, gasping as he traps your bud between his fingers.

There's something incredible about imagining that Frank is Lucifer himself, a great evil, with his fingers drawing pleasure out of you, tasting the tears that slip from your eyes, urging you into a precipice that you're ashamedly familiar with.

“I can resist,” You pant against his lips, “My desire is simply a test of wills.”

He grins sharply.

“Even when you know the outcome of the story, you still can't stop yourself from the damnation of rubbing that little cunt on my hand.”

You whine, your head falling onto his shoulder, losing yourself in the gentle ministrations of his fingers.

“Lucifer, please.” You gasp.

“Begging the devil now? God made you perfectly for me, didn't he?”

You feel a low twist in your stomach, your body agreeing with his words before your mind can catch up.

His fingers glide smoothly over that spot between your legs, effortlessly, better than you've ever been able to do before, he grips your jaw to bring your mouth to his.

You mewl into his mouth, his tongue sweeping in, pressing against the inside of your cheek in a manner that feels like you're being claimed wholly.

Your eyes roll back in your head when the pleasure grows too much for you to handle, a low cry leaves your mouth as his fingers make one more perfectly decisive swipe that has you trembling uncontrollably.

The pleasure allows you to feel like you're existing outside of your body, and yet you can feel every touch tenfold, every breath Frank makes that caresses your skin, the way his fingers trace your cheek, the way that spot between your legs continue to throb in bliss.

You draw back just a fraction, so that you can look into his eyes, beg him quietly to keep going, finding that you would do anything, say anything for him to not stop.

“That’s it, my perfect girl, show me who you belong to.”

Your mouth opens, but your cry of bliss is silent, shuddering violently as pleasure overtakes you in large, crashing waves, leaving you breathless, your knees wobbling dangerously, threatening to give way to your rapture.

He waits only a moment, before you feel his fingers press to your entrance.

You gasp- opening your eyes, looking at him as he feels the very insides of you for the first time.

A single finger presses in, moving easily in your arousal, dipping in as far as can be reached, before pausing.

You pant, eyes fluttering senselessly, trying to comprehend the feelings within you.

“Why would God ask you to deny this part of you? To shun desire when it feels so good?”

You swallow, remembering the game being played.

“A test.” You gasp, feeling his finger curl for a brief moment, catching on something… something glorious.

“Only the worthy shall find absolution.” You finish.

He kisses your neck, his tongue tasting the defiance of your mouth before he answers.

“You were made to be more than that. You were made to be mine.”

You cry out as you feel him guide another thick finger into you. 

He pumps them slowly, fingers delving into you at a slow and even pace, his other hand palming at your sensitive breasts over your clothes.

“My Morningstar,” You whisper softly into his mouth.

He sucks in a sharp breath, and then he withdraws, before turning you. 

You open your mouth in shock at the speed of his motions, ready to apologise for going too far, when you feel his hand wrap firmly around your throat.

Fear fills your head while arousal sparks through your body, a heady and confusing concoction that only worsens when he pushes you back, not stopping until you’re pressed against the table.

You reach up to grip his wrist, squirming unhappily under his grip as the books beneath you dig into your spine.

Your breathing stutters as you look up into his eyes, a sinister glint, almost angry, his grip on your throat tightening.

“Frank?” You struggle to gasp, a fear so potent that you can barely move overtaking you.

You watch him blink, his grip eases. His thumb stretches up to press to your mouth, dragging across your lips in a possessive way that makes you feel even smaller beneath him.

He leans in.

“Open your mouth.” He orders, tugging your jaw open before your head can catch up to comply.

His spit coats your tongue in the next moment, and you accept it greedily, his hands cupping your face as his mouth descends on you, kissing you in a manner that you never even knew existed.

Your body wants it too much, the discomforts of the books beneath you only add to the euphoria, the knowledge that he has to have you now, despite any obstacles in his way.

He guides your knees upward, till your toes are on the edge of the table, legs spread wide as those two fingers of his press into you again.

Deeper this time, your back arches, your body trembles, his warm mouth traverses your neck, tugging your collar down to kiss as much skin as possible, making you wish you were bare as his fingers bring you to new heights.

“Breathe, sweetheart,” Frank reminds you, observing the way the pleasure stalls your rational thought.

You let out a little sound, eyes rolling back, turning your head so that you can look into his obsidian eyes as you fall apart.

How are his fingers so skilled? How can he make you feel this way so easily? What have you truly been denying yourself of?

These questions pour into your head just as you hit your peak, the mastery of his fingers drawing a pleasure out of you that makes you keen in bliss. The little sounds of insanity overtaking you and he seeks to swallow them greedily with his next kiss.

You gasp when you break apart, reaching up with trembling fingers to smooth your hands over his face, to feel the man that is responsible for your bliss.

“Frank.” You murmur, gasping as he tugs his fingers from between your thighs, reaching into his pocket for a small bit of cloth to clean himself.

You struggle to sit up as well, leaning into him as he pulls you into an embrace, his arm around you to steady you, he kisses the top of your head.

You have no idea what to say to him, turning your head away to avoid having to speak when you feel so vulnerable, open, exposed, and yet somehow enjoying his attentions in the aftermath.

You almost don’t see the person standing at the window, the candlelight from inside creating a glare, yet you catch the white of her veil, watching as she moves when she realises that you’ve seen her.

You gasp, the fear burns like fire as it goes through your body. You push away from Frank, rising to a stand.

“Someone is out there.” You explain quickly before you’re out the door.

You push through the large church doors in front, gripping your skirts, chest heaving as you try to search the area. All you can hear is the retreating echo of her footsteps as the mysterious woman races through the darkness, carrying your secrets. You can’t figure out which way to go, you feel your throat tighten with the fear of consequence.

Frank steps out of the church behind you, just as you fall to your knees in despair.

His arms wrap around you, trying to soothe you, but your panic refuses to subside.

“Someone has seen us, Frank, a woman- I saw a veil- one of my sisters.” You let out a shaky breath, trying to find any semblance of composure, but the consequences of your actions had begun running through your mind.

“They will strip me of my title, excommunicate me, they will erase any mention of me. I will be cast out, from my family, my friends-” You look up at him, his hands cupping your face as tears spill from your eyes.

“It is over, I am finished.”

Frank shushes you, reaching down, he kisses the corner of your eyes.

“No!” You hiss, drawing back, “You- you have damned me to a life of isolation with your games-” 

You stumble away, shaking your head as he says your name softly.

Turning, you run from him, your lungs burning as you leave him behind.

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A/N: Tell me you've figured out a little bit of what's going on.

My girl is living her best life she got eaten out in a confessional booth by one priest while she sucked another priest's cock and now she's role playing Eve while the Devil takes advantage? How to be her 😫

[unbidden-yidden-deactivated20240]

So here I am, unable to sleep again, because of the horrifying attack on Israel.

The stories keep coming out and for every new detail I find out, another part of my soul shatters.

[***massive trigger warning for the rest***]

I feel like I'm living in a parallel world to everyone who is not affected by this situation. It's been surreal to go about my work day and regular life as if the images of blood-soaked cradles, burned corpses, raped and wounded women, captives of all ages being taken away on vehicles, video of a small child being taunted for crying for his mother, body bags lined up in rows on the ground, torched cars and homes, and the raw grief of the surviving family members aren't burned onto the backs of my eyelids.

One account I read from a family member of the deceased was that she was beaten, raped in multiple ways and sticks shoved into each place, and left for dead. Another I came across spoke of a small child being forced to watch his parents tortured, killed, and hacked apart. Still another I saw was a report of several children bludgeoned to death so as not to "waste the bullets."

How can I possibly begin to process this?

These people look just like the people in my communities and the friends I've made across the sea. They have my Hebrew teacher's hair, my rabbi's cheekbones, they sound like the shinshinim kids we have each year. They look like the baby nephews of my fellow congregants. I could have davened next to any of them and never known. It is only sheer dumb luck that I don't personally know someone who has died or lost close family.

There has been a pit of dread in my stomach since Shimini Atzeret that will not go away. I find myself on the verge of tears at all times, yet have not been able to actually cry (which is not a good sign; an inability to express sadness in tears is a known post-trauma response for me) and I cannot rest normally. Sometimes I can distract myself for a bit, but the pain and grief rush back in immediately when I remember.

I can feel, in real time, this Jewish cultural trauma sinking into my bones.

And you might think I might be able to separate myself from it since I'm not there and don't have family there. But I can't, because I don't want to. I can't, because some tether bound me forever to the land as soon as my feet hit the ground there, and some part of my soul stayed behind when I left. I don't want to, because these are my people and so they are my adoptive family, even if I do not know them. I am my brother's keeper.

And so here I stand, half a world away from the danger, nervous and scared and grieving, searching our perfectly blue sky for signs of missiles that are not falling here and being startled constantly by the normal and unbroken landscape. The lush beauty of Midwestern autumn woods is juxtaposed in my mind with Middle Eastern walls painted in the blood of my people and their broken bodies beneath them. I see it in the waking light of day as clear as anything in front of me, and walk around like a person divided, in both places at once yet not being fully present in either. I cannot unsee it.

How can I possibly explain this? To myself? To the people actually having to live this nightmare? To the other people removed from the immediate physical danger but who do have blood relatives and/or other family there that they're just praying stay safe and come home at the end of the day? That they are constantly checking their phones for updates or even minimal signs that they're still alive?

The words fail me, but I the closest thing I have to an answer is love. I love my people and I would rather absorb this pain with them and carry it in my soul forever than look away from Jewish suffering. That is a promise I made by joining this people, that my fate would forever be bound up in the collective fate of klal Yisrael. Wherever you go, I will go; wherever you stay, I will stay; your people shall be my people, and your G-d my G-d. Where you die, I will die, and there I will be buried. Thus and more may Hashem do to me if anything but death parts me from you.

אַל־תִּפְגְּעִי־בִ֔י לְעׇזְבֵ֖ךְ לָשׁ֣וּב מֵאַחֲרָ֑יִךְ כִּ֠י אֶל־אֲשֶׁ֨ר תֵּלְכִ֜י אֵלֵ֗ךְ וּבַאֲשֶׁ֤ר תָּלִ֙ינִי֙ אָלִ֔ין עַמֵּ֣ךְ עַמּ��֔י וֵאלֹהַ֖יִךְ אֱלֹהָֽי׃ בַּאֲשֶׁ֤ר תָּמ֙וּתִי֙ אָמ֔וּת וְשָׁ֖ם אֶקָּבֵ֑ר כֹּה֩ יַעֲשֶׂ֨ה יְהֹוָ֥ה לִי֙ וְכֹ֣ה יוֹסִ֔יף כִּ֣י הַמָּ֔וֶת יַפְרִ֖יד בֵּינִ֥י וּבֵינֵֽךְ׃

[רות א]

I do not take that lightly, and I feel it in my bones. Some core part of me shattered at the same time as the rest of my community.

I cannot, and I will not look away. I will not close my heart or shield myself from this tragedy. And I will not forget.

עַ֥ל נַהֲר֨וֹת ׀ בָּבֶ֗ל שָׁ֣ם יָ֭שַׁבְנוּ גַּם־בָּכִ֑ינוּ בְּ֝זׇכְרֵ֗נוּ אֶת־צִיּֽוֹן׃ עַֽל־עֲרָבִ֥ים בְּתוֹכָ֑הּ תָּ֝לִ֗ינוּ כִּנֹּרוֹתֵֽינוּ׃ כִּ֤י שָׁ֨ם שְֽׁאֵל֪וּנוּ שׁוֹבֵ֡ינוּ דִּבְרֵי־שִׁ֭יר וְתוֹלָלֵ֣ינוּ שִׂמְחָ֑ה שִׁ֥ירוּ לָ֝֗נוּ מִשִּׁ֥יר צִיּֽוֹן׃ אֵ֗יךְ נָשִׁ֥יר אֶת־שִׁיר־יְהֹוָ֑ה עַ֝֗ל אַדְמַ֥ת נֵכָֽר׃ אִֽם־אֶשְׁכָּחֵ֥ךְ יְֽרוּשָׁלָ֗͏ִם תִּשְׁכַּ֥ח יְמִינִֽי׃ תִּדְבַּֽק־לְשׁוֹנִ֨י ׀ לְחִכִּי֮ אִם־��ֹ֢א אֶ֫זְכְּרֵ֥כִי אִם־לֹ֣א אַ֭עֲלֶה אֶת־יְרוּשָׁלַ֑͏ִם עַ֝֗ל רֹ֣אשׁ שִׂמְחָתִֽי׃

[תהלים קלז]

[helena-and-helena-meta]

Floral Fever

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Sorry if this is a bit OOC! This is my first time writing anything fanfiction-wise, also, I wanted to write this after hearing the song "Compared Child". Also, MC is a complete pushover in this, since this based on my MC. Also, some warnings for lesson 16 and whatnot. But, does flowers sprouting out of your body count as body horror? I'm tagging it anyways. Also, implied death, I think.

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When you first arrived in the Devildom, you could hear the breath of four of the six demons that had greated you stop, it was the same for Mammon when he first saw you, why? Was it because you were just a teenager, no it was...

Because you were the exact spitting image of their deceased sister, Lilith, the only difference being your left eye.

Ever since that day, you feel as though the demon brothers have forced expectations upon your shoulders, it feels like they're looking and speaking to Lilith when it's only you. It's like you're nothing but a compared child stuck within Lilith's shadow, being forced into her image.

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Lucifer: Whenever you were with Lucifer, he would always play Lilith's favorite record. A tune that despite sounding beautiful, wasn't something you enjoyed. Yet, you felt that if you attempted to voice this, you would anger him, everytime he speaks to you, it feels like he's only talking to the parts that look like Lilith, the pieces that mimic her.

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Mammon: With Mammon, it feels... Stuffy, overbearing, and overprotective. It feels nice when he treats you like a sibling, but not so much when he buys you things Lilith would've enjoyed. You want to decline some things he gives you, but you can't, "It's just his grief, it'll pass." You tell yourself as Mammon gifts you a barrette Lilith would've enjoyed.

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Leviathan: Every game or anime you played or watched with Leviathan were always isekai based. They were fun, but most of the outfits your character in the game wore looked just like Lilith's. Part of you wants to ask him to play different games but, the smile he gets when looking at your character makes it hard.

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Satan: Satan feels like an outlet to vent to, despite him inheriting Lucifer's love for Lilith when he was born, he doesn't see you in the same light as her. He sees you for you, a teenager who doesn't know how to ask for help or say no. Satan reads to you, listens to you cry, and allows you to be yourself. But sometimes, you can't help but feel like the love he inherited from Lucifer clouds his mind.

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Asmodeus: Just like Leviathan, Asmodeus dresses you in the same outfits as Lilith, yet it's not in games, it's real. The outfits are cute and sweet, that's what Asmo says. But, it feels like he's just using you to see Lilith one more time, you don't protest as he covers your left eye with your hair.

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Beelzebub: Beelzebub immediately became protective over you, watching you like a hawk. You didn't mind that, he was sweet and just like an older sibling. The only thing is, he would just buy you foods Lilith would've enjoyed. All of them were too sweet or too spicy, they made your teeth hurt, but you whethered through it just to make sure he was happy.

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Belphegor: Belphegor was angry when he first saw you, he hated that you looked just like Lilith. But, the moment you freed him from the attic, his plans were thrown away. You looked too much like her, looking at you felt like he was looking at someone from the past. With Belphie, all of your dreams were filled with things Lilith enjoyed, aside from humans. The dreams were happy, but they weren't of things you enjoyed, it was like everything you loved was fading to nothing but shadows.

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One day, you found yourself alone in your room, a rare occurrence, but something that should've felt like it was a blessing to you.

It didn't.

The sorrow, resentment, and fears you had bottled up had finally taken form. You knew no one would hear your soft cries of pain as vines of flowers began growing within your body, slowly forcing their way out of your arms and legs and blooming into beautiful blue Forget-me-not's and lilies. You felt blood run down your cheek as the taste of the stems finally entered your mouth.

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Here's pt2

[xmorguekittyx]

Ever Unlocked

Part 13: 10-54

Part 12: They’re… Yours?

pairing: Officer!Leon Kennedy x Coroner’s Assistant!Reader

warnings: small violence, gaslighting, blame shifting

extra: i’m so sorry this took so much longer, we had a trip to another state and i couldn’t write while i was there but here we have Part 13, this book is soon coming to a close but Ever Locked will take over as soon as this one ends. It will be much longer and i have so so so so so much planned for it. I’m off tomorrow, tonight i work a late night shift but tomorrow im writing Part 14.

10-54, 10-54, 10-54. What an ending to a day full of surprises and shit shows, like a 10-54, Delaney Street, Ridgecrest Apartments. That damn two tone apartment building.

   "Apartment 14, Ronda Jones, found deceased with her neck slit...", Rebecca's fingers flip the page back down, her pointer finger moving over the inked words once more as she re-reads the pages. "They're sure it's her?", the trauma was heavy in her voice as she asked her boss the redundant question. "Yeah.", Rebecca turned back towards her assistant whose hand was clawing at the door. Her knuckles white as she peeked around the corner. "I'm so sorry, i know you talked about her from time to time.", Rebecca's pity filled look was more than she could handle.

"Hey-", Rebecca's clipboard was pressed to her chest, her concerned look just drove the nail deeper into her heart. "Why don't i have Leon take you home? His shift is almost over and-", a sob ripped from her lips as she nodded, her hands pressed into her eyes as she turned away from the body on the metal table. "Come on...", Rebecca's hand was quickly placed on her shoulder, rubbing against the lab coat fabric as she guided her assistant back into the main part of the office. "I'm gonna get Leon, you just sit down and get ready to go.", Rebecca's tone was so sweet, calming. Part of her wanted to ask her if she saw anything, she knew the girl would need to be interviewed and spoken to as the neighbor... Watching the assistant sit in her chair, elbows on her knees as her chest heaved with another sob. Rebecca wasn't sure how to help, they dealt with death all the time, constantly near the bodies and sadness that came with the career... but when it was someone you know, someone so close and to be murdered in her own apartment, the same one that she stayed in? Rebecca couldn't imagine the weight.

As she opened the door to step out and find the blonde haired man, she felt her stomach become queasy. She thought about her unlocked window... her unlocked door... it could've been her. Her stomach twisted and turned as she covered her mouth with her hand, the bile taste rising to her throat. She stepped forwards, bumping into something hard, her hand reaching out to grab onto the obstacle. A soft grunt met her ears, her eyes snapping up to the familiar face. Her lips quivered, the numb feeling coming back as she started to sob, her hands clinging onto the vest and the radio digging into her cheek. "Hey, hey...", Leon immediately grabbed her, he felt sick himself. He hadn't meant for her to see it, he just wanted the woman gone... he really hadn't planned very well.

He heard someone clearing their throat, his eyes lifting to see Rebecca, her finger pointing to the girl in his arms as she whispered: 'take her to your place.', to which Leon nodded. He would, he couldn't take her back to hers, he hoped she didn't ask. He ran his free hand down his face, his skin slightly bumped with acne. "Come on, bunny.", he whispered, his lips pressing a kiss onto her head. "Let's get you back home.", he wouldn't admit he knew what happened, he wasn't suppose to know.

"No- no-", she shook her head, "i'm sorry, i'm sorry for earlier, please take me to your place.", she was apologizing and pleading. He felt his heart break, he was cruel and he'd do whatever it took to keep her as his but fuck-! He hadn't meant to scar her for life. He didn't think Rebecca would let her see the body. Then again, his bunny was very unlucky, even if it was his hand that dealt her cards. "Shh. I'm taking you home, what happened?", he didn't want to ask but he had a part to play and he'd be damned if he fucked up now. "Mrs-", she let out a shaky breath, a sob cutting her air off as she gasped. "Jones, murdered-", she couldn't keep talking, her knees nearly gave out as she leaned further into Leon. Her knees buckling and her grip tightening on Leon's vest. His hands came to her elbows, stabilizing her. "Come on, taking you back to my place. Yours isn't safe.", had she been in the better state of mind, she'd ask how he knew her place wasn't safe, but she was too far hysterical right now as Leon lead her out, holding her tight to him.

His hands held her wrists so tight but he needed to keep her up, keep her going as he opened up the door to his Jeep, helping her in. "We'll be home soon, okay?", he felt bad leaving her even if it was just long enough to get in his seat.

He slid in, his keys quickly inserted and cranking the jeep, before he placed his hand on her lap. Her soft crying and muttering had Leon feeling like he'd made a mistake, he wanted to tell her it was all for her, that all of this was for her. She needed to understand sacrifices had to be made for a love as great as theirs- his. He gnawed on the inside of his lip, wearing at the skin as he drove her towards the better side of town. "I need clothes, my tooth brush-", she shook her head, spalling her hands to her thighs. "No, i have extra and you can sleep in my clothes.", he assured her, squeezing above her knee. "I have a tooth brush for you and everything."He had it all for when he finally kept her close, he didn't want her to leave and now was the best way to do so.

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She was safely sitting on his bed, her little skirt rode up and cheeks painted red from tears. She played with her fingers, her eyes stuck to the floor just in front of her. "I have this shirt and-", Leon's voice was the thing to break her from her spaced out mind set. "Hey, i know this is difficult, but come on, let's take your mind off it it.", he smiled, holding up a grey and red shirt, it was a t-shirt with some school logo on the front. She didn't understand how he thought she could just move on from this so quickly. She was mortified that someone was murdered across from her, if she'd been home she may could've stopped them. If she had gone home last night she maybe couldn't stopped them. She didn't see how she was going to return to the shitty little apartment, her hand covered her mouth again. That's scent all morning, she could never find it. It was- Pushing herself off his bed and making the corner to fall on her knees, the cold tile flush to her heated skin. Her hand holding onto the side of the porcelain seat, her chin digging into the rim as hot, disgusting bile purged from her stomach.

   Her nose burnt, belly ached as her stomach lurched, trying to release more impure acid. Leon didn't like how much this affected her, he had just killed her, he still felt a bit guilty but sacrifices have been made for many things and their love was the most important to him. Jones' death wasn't for anything, because now that she was here, he wasn't going to let her go back. He was getting annoyed as he watched her lay her cheek on the toilet seat. "Come on-", Leon walked into the bathroom, his hands slipping under her arms as he went to lift her up. "Someone who means a lot to me just died and you want me to be calm?", she out of us and getting pissed she couldn't comprehend how he was just thinking this was nothing. "Leon, my neighbor was murdered.", she looked back at him, her eyes red from the tears and chin slick with vomit. "I can't even comprehend she's gone.", her hand came up to her face, she felt her face twist up with confusion and hurt. "I can't even imagine what she must've felt. If they came one room over, of if they decided to murder more people. I'd be dead-! ", she waved her hand, trying to let everything that happened today come to a closed this was just too much for her to handle and he was acting as if none of it should bother her, how like she not be bothered?

  "You're alive, aren't you? She's not, be grateful that you're still here.", his voice sounded... stern. "I'm sure you're scared- i can see as much.", he squatted down next to her, police uniform pants still baggy in some places, he hadn't filled out, yet, but if this was the path he had to take to keep his love, his. Well, Leon wouldn't mind hitting the gym more and planning a bit better. He can't fuck up like this again. He can't be so, careless. His eyes cut to her as he lifted the toilet paper roll, wrapping it around his hand and tearing it. He couldn't become like her, careless and guileless.

   "How are you so calm? Why can't you understand that this really does affect me-", she threw her hand into her lap, she was unsure how he remained so neutral after learning of the crime, maybe it was just because he sees this every day, that maybe his heart had hardened just a little from the job. Hers had. Death and despair heavy in the dark oak office, but it was so close to home. "Because, I've seen this more times than i can count in my few months. I've been the one to go to the scene and find them.", his thumb placed itself in the dip of her chin, paper wiping away the slick on her chin. "I understand you're scared and that you were close to her. I really do, bunny. I'm not trying to be cruel.", he was cruel, he was so twisted in the head over her. "I just want you to be grateful that you're alive, no man is going to come here and slit your-", his eyes caught hers, her eyes were as wide as saucers. She had a glint of fear in them as she pushed his chest, trying to make a gap between them. "I-I didn't-", she slid her ass across the tile, her leg extended to keep a distance between them. "I didn't say she has her throat slit.", her mind went reeling back, her toe bumping his chest as he leaned forwards. "What are you doing?", his bright blue eyes now dark as he leaned forwards, narrowing them at the girl. "Are you implying something, bunny? I work at the station, i over heard it-", "no- William and Riley brought her in... you wouldn't have heard it from them because they were with Chief Irons immediately after-", she felt the anger boiling off his skin. "What are you trying to say?!", his voice had a bass to it she never heard before, her fingers curled into a loose fist as she stared at Leon. "You left yesterday morning, you went out and didn't come back for hours...", she whispered.

  "I went to get us breakfast- are you saying I'm a murderer?", his leaned further over her, her knee bending back as he stared down at her. "n-no...", his small outbursts, the grabbing and yelling- he wasn't that violent, he wasn't a bad person. None of it made sense though, maybe she was just grasping for straws, her mind so broke over this she was going insane trying to put pieces that didn't belong together. Her eyes snapped back to his, his fingers sliding past her cheek as she flinched from his touch. "If you're going to say something with that much weight to it, be certain of your words, bunny.", he dug his fingers into her chin. "I go out early in the morning to buy you breakfast days in a row, i pick you up from your shitty ass apartment-", the curse sounded so foreign in his vocabulary. "and you have the nerve to throw all of it out and accuse me of murder in the same day?", her lips let out a whimper, his fingers bruising her chin. "You're an ungrateful brat, bunny.", this was not a light she thought she'd ever see the shy rookie in. She felt the handle of the cabinet pressing into her back, her foot still pressed to his chest as he folded her. He had this- her chest clenched just looking at the features on his face. His lips pulled back in a snarl, eyes so dark, she wondered how she ever saw the light in them before.

    "You're so lucky someone like me wants to protect you, your stupid little ass, leaving windows and doors unlocked. You're asking for someone to come into your home and hurt you.", his tone was something of nightmares, the devotion and horror laced together in some lifetime film-esque manner. "but i've protected you, i've made sure that apartment was a safe space for you. I checked on you-", his fingers moved to caress her cheeks. She was paralyzed by whatever emotion she was feeling, rather the lack of feeling. She was so numb as she zoned out, her eyes stuck to his face. "i just want what's best for us, but you make it so hard to keep you safe. You ask questions, you over think, you make it hard for me, bunny.", that darkness snuck back into his words. "I won't have to worry about that much longer...", the back of his finger touched under her eyes, petting down her cheek. "you're sick!", she kicked his chest, snapping back from whatever reality she tried to use to block all of this out. A grunt left his lips, his eyes widening for a mere second of shock as he reached for her leg.  She felt his hand grab her ankle as her chest and arms hit the tile. She lifted her hand, nails and fingers dug into the door frame. "You're not leaving!", he growled, pulling her back as she clung desperately onto the door. She remembered that first day, how she made the comment about him and he reacted in such a negative way... he couldn't stand being called anything like stalker, creepy- murderer.

  His nails dug into her skin, a cry of pain left her as her fingers were forced from the door. "Don't make me hurt you! You're making me do things i don't want to do, bunny!", he yelled, pulling her by her legs; then skirt, then shirt to get her back to where he could grab her. His hands locked around her chest. His head on her shoulder as she sobbed. "Please, stop crying-", his voice was soft and sweet, unlike the sheer power and authority he had moments ago. She sat perched on his lap, her head tilted away from him. "I didn't want this for you... you're leaving me no choice, sweet girl.", he pressed a kiss behind her ear. "I'm giving you once chance to cooperate with me and we can talk this all out.", she didn't want to talk anything out with him. She wanted to go back to her home, her home before she ever even let the boy into her life.

   Leon released her, moving to stand up, he took her silence as submission. She made a break for it as soon as she was free, his brows set and his hand reached out. Her ankle caught between his fingers once more, laying weight into the already showing bruises. Her body was stalled mid air, her chest and head taking the brunt of the fall, she was forced into. Leon watched the tile under her head crack, the five behind her fall rendering her nearly unconscious as a mumble of incoherent words fell from those pretty puffy lips. "Bunny, bunny, bunny...", Leon stood the rest of the way up, cracking his back as he stood erect. "I warned you, you were such a good girl f' me. Now you're just becoming such a bad little girl. I'll make sure you learn your place. You'll be safe here-", he walked around to her head, seeing her eyes dilated and shaky as she didn't even try to sit up. "You won't have to worry about that murderer or anything else... i'll take care of you.", he squatted down to her level once more, fingers digging into her hair and brushing it back behind her ear. "I love you.", he whispered, seeing her eyes start to flutter closed. "I had to do what was necessary to protect our love. You'll understand it all, soon, bunny.", his eyes were hard but there was a softness only for her, despite how much she pushed his mind into these horrifying thoughts and actions. He didn't blame her, as much as he felt maybe he was awaken into something more. Maybe, this was what love was suppose to feel like? It was heavy and a burden to bear, but for her, he'd do anything.

  She couldn't even hear him anymore, the ringing in her ear, the sound of the tile cracking under her head. It rang in her ears over and over, she felt warm blood soak the side of her scalp. She watched him look over her, she prayed it was some realistic lucid dream, that he was just her demon and she'd wake up back at home in her purple sheets. She couldn't find the strength to sit up, she felt his fingers move her hair out of her face but she couldn't move her eyes to meet the raging ocean that was his. Her last seconds missing out on hearing his confession of love and murder.

[omnitheist27]

@the-ravenclaw-werewolf and @purplemochi20055

The 40 - A traumatic revelation

Hey ya'll I'm back with the next fan comic I promise you all!

Oh ho, drawing this fan comic of The 40's reaction to the ending of Death Note was a challenging one due to the lack of motivation and anticipation of the final chapter of Main Character Syndrome. And I got to say, it came out pretty good...for the most part.

Now, oh my gosh, the ending to Death Note regarding Light getting shot by Matsuda and nearly killed was quite a dramatic climax when I first watched it back in middle or high school. Then, I stumbled upon The_Ravenclaw_Werewolf's fanfic and became hooked on the possible reactions to the forty chosen anime of the main characters. I have to tell ya, emotions would be flying high for many of our anime audience as they watched Light Yagami's descent into madness and saw him stoop to many lows unimaginable for them.

But the one low I really would like to see The 40's reaction to Light is how he calls his own deceased father a "fool" whose idealism would only be inefficient in his new world, where it might as well registered to any sane person's mind that Light is saying that Soichiro deserves to die even though that probably wasn't his intention. That particular moment would be the trigger for those in The 40 with really bad Daddy Issues and probably go as far as hallucinating themselves in Matsuda's shoes opening fire on Light afterward.

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For L, I know that he's the world's greatest detective in Death Note and saw plenty of nasty crimes committed by the most heinous serial killers while growing up, along with him being very stoic and cool-headed as a result of his own "quirks" and the desensitization of seeing death bodies to deal with the obvious high stress that comes with the job. However, emotions are not rational and I wouldn't put it past him to have an anxiety attack from witnessing something really bad (e.g. his scared reaction upon the mention of Shinigami for the first time in the manga), and obviously, L would be triggered in his own way after witnessing his own death and Watari's, the growing hatred he'll gain for Light, and to his own surprise when seeing himself in Matsuda's place as a result of his emotional imbalance and frankly, having enough of Light's bullshit. When drawing the hallucination L, I looked up the character art from the bad ending of The Boogyman regarding Keith Baring aiming a gun at the villain with his blood as tears coming down his eyes, which represents Keith's unresolved grief and guilt from being unable to cry from the death of his son.

For Edward, it's very obvious that he's got a deep-seated grudge against Hohenheim for his abandonment of him, his brother, and their mother (even if it was for good reason). But Edward witnessed Light's madness and willingness to endanger his own family for his delusions of godhood will, not if, earned him a spot on his hatred and would override any hate he has for his estranged father. Also, Edward has shown a very humanist approach as a State Alchemist by refusing to kill others, and he'll likely advocate for Light's imprisonment despite his hatred for him. Of course, it would come as a shock for Edward to see himself in Matsuda's place shooting Light multiple times before being readied to execute him with a headshot, showing that he's not ok, and ironically, jump-starting his resolve to reconcile with Hohenheim. When drawing the hallucination of Edward, I just included his tendency for dramatic facial expressions.

For Tohru, oh bless her kind heart, but I had to draw her reaction for the finale to Death Note. I don't know much about Fruits Basket but I have read the broad strokes from the TV Tropes page of it. Apparently, in the past Tohru once had a hatred for her late father due to his death causing her mother to neglect her for a time and almost commit suicide, though even then she recognizes it's wrong to feel that way. Seeing Light's father dying due to Light's actions, even on the possibility that Light actually feels guilty about it, would slowly bring that part of Tohru's personality back to the surface and the obvious guilt that'll come with it, and god forbid her breaking point upon witnessing Light calling his late father an "idealistic fool". Never mind that Light Yagami is going to be one of the many people that even an all-loving girl like Tohru would hate with all her heart in my opinion. Also, there's the cultural significance of Tohru seeing herself wielding a gun against Light in Matsuda's place. In Japan, there are very, very strict laws regarding citizens owning firearms, with only the police and military being allowed to own them. For a minor to be seen as willing to hold a gun is unthinkable given the whole "children are innocent" angle in Japanese culture and how every child in Japan is expected to have obedient and quiet deferential behavior toward authority figures. Plus, in Japanese culture, killing someone, even in self-defense no matter how justified, will always be seen as "murder". So unlike L (a detective) and Edward (a soldier hailing from a culture similar to Germany), the hallucination!Tohru holding a gun and being readied to fire upon a now defenseless Light, even if he did deserve to die, would really highlight to a native Japanese audience just how bad Tohru's sanity has taken a dive and the obvious shock she would have to the core. When drawing the hallucination Tohru, I took inspiration from Winery's design as she pulls a gun at Scar upon overhearing that he murdered her parents, because it was just perfect in my opinion and there were obviously weren't many images of Tohru having a "mad face" that would be appropriate for the climatic moment in the Death Note viewing.

For Rin, it'll be obvious for him to also hate Light Yagami, especially with how his actions killed his father, who had always wished that his son isn't Kira. Upon seeing his hallucination, Rin would be shocked and horrified to see himself as a demonic shadowy being damning Light for taking to his father for granted and it'll be a foreshadowing of what's to come when The 40 will view Blue Exorcist. When drawing the hallucination of Rin, I just decided to go with a silhouette to represent a "shadow archetype" of Rin due to his troubled childhood of being perceived as a demon child, along with Rin not seeing what would happen to his adoptive father, Shiro, in the viewing yet.

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In conclusion, what are your thoughts on this fan comic and how accurate do you believe I drew the character's reactions to the finale of Death Note?

P.S. The next fan comic I'll be planning for The 40 will be in celebration of the recent release of chapter 3 for Poppy Playtime and Suicide Squad: Kill the Justice League.

[thesweetnessofspring]

Do you have any opinions/thoughts/knowledge about the funeral process in D12?

Inspired by the Mrs. Everdeen post

Thanks for the question!

I believe all we get for D12 funerals comes from the second chapter of THG when Katniss describes the three-finger salute:

It is an old and rarely used gesture of our district, occasionally seen at funerals. It means thanks, it means admiration, it means good-bye to someone you love.

So this doesn't give us much to go off of, considering Katniss says this is occasionally used. We know that Katniss saw Gale at a medal ceremony for their fathers, and Peeta planted primroses for Prim (and considering there were five bushes, likely his family as well). We also know that the Capitol returns the bodies of the tributes in a wood box.

With this, most of what we see are memorial where there were no bodies to bury. Mr. Everdeen and his crew's medal ceremony may have taken the place of the funeral. This makes me think that the funeral is more around the burial of the body than a "celebration of life." If there is a body to bury, then the grievers' support volunteer to dig the hole and other close loved ones of the deceased carry the body in a simple pine box to the burial spot. After lowering the body, those who want to speak can. Because music is important in D12, I imagine that they have their own funeral song, one we don't have today considering most traditional funeral songs are religious and tbh the new pop ones just don't seem fitting for D12.

After the song, those closes to the deceased throw in the first handfuls of dirt and this is where, if earned, they use the three-fingered salute. Then the funeral party finishes the rest of the burial. If there is no body and the death is the result of the mine, then there is a medal ceremony. For any other reason, and the family has no tradition and must find their own.

Funerals and grieving are such a universal part of being human, and in a series with so much death, it is interesting to think about the rituals in saying good-bye to their dead, especially in a world without any organized churches or religions.

[tennisthemedhatesex]

Listen. I am just an endless death note AU generator. Currently I have the following going on:

Coffee shop AU but starting slightly before Light becomes Kira: Light meets this mysterious stranger who was tired/felt like adding weirdness to the world one morning and didn't choose a false name for his coffee orders, and it becomes this sort of running joke/game between them with Light trying to figure out his name or various lore about him and L finding this extremely amusing. But then Light finds the death note. L joins the case. Neither of them know this about each other yet, and as Light and L begin to suspect each other they're still keeping up the charade of casual friendship and a half-joking challenge while it takes on a whole additional dimension and they're catching feelings. Hell on earth for poor Light. They have chess sex at one point.

Death Note Randall and Hopkirk (deceased) AU: my personal favorite but extremely niche. Basically ghost L but. a Specific Flavor. Not only do I steal the rahd lore, but there are some Details (muahaha etc.) You don't need to have seen rahd to enjoy it. Here's a playlist but you could not get me to post the actual fic yet under torture

Modern day AU but the main way that this effects the plot is that Light is majorly into competitive Microsoft Excel and L is secretly the world champion that he's had an intense rivalry with ever since Light started.

Another ghost L thing but in this one L possesses Light's body after his death and now they have to Share

Similar to those time travel AUs where Light and/or L gets sent back and have to decide whether to make different decisions except it's the task force (excluding L and Light) and they have to decide whether to try to prove it and arrest him or try to help him and whether they should let Light know about this or if that would be a death sentence. Lots of problem solving, lots of decision making, Light gets to unmask <3 (This one was inspired by (but different from) a tumblr post I should add a link to if I can find it)

One where I mess with the lore so that Light is transforming into a shinigami due to the number of people he has killed (symbolism etc) but this starts right before his confinement so he has to try to hide it and it generally messes up his plans horribly because. Imagine being under constant observation by the world's greatest detective but you're literally transforming into a death god while trying to hide that anything is unusual about you at all.

"Characters watch the show" but it's characters get transported to this world and exposed to modern fandom. This takes place during the warehouse so Light's alive but Mikami is there. They're just yoinked out of there. There is another version of this that takes place during Yotsuba Arc instead.

Along similar-ish lines, a blatantly comedic fic where L reads explicit rpf about L and Kira in front of Light at one point during Yotsuba Arc and Light gets really mad about it leading to intense debate of what Kira would be like in bed, among other things. Keep in mind Light does not have his memories but he does have strong opinions on the topic, for some mysterious reason that Light tries really hard to justify to himself

And more. I love making things worse for my poor little meow meow specifically because I understand his brand of problem solving on a spiritual level and I like to watch it play out. But also because pushing Light to his extremes and seeing how much it takes for him to snap is like crack to me. Mentally putting this guy in saw traps.

[drama--universe]

I need you

Requested by anonymous: Omg omg omg hi!❤️ The Untamed is my life and now I can find someone who makes such perfect stories on this topic? Am I in a dream??? I hope not, I have a request for Wen Ning (already like "puppet, my darling)😁: The reader (female) is his longtime friend who never let him down and protected him even more after his death (and subsequent resurrection). It was fine at first, but then something goes wrong and Wen Ning tells her that she doesn't need to protect him so much, that he can handle it himself and he didn't realize how terrible that sounded. The reader cries and runs away. At a loss, Wen Ning seeks advice from Wei Wuxian and Lan Zhan. They reveal to him that the reader actually likes him... more than a friend and that she did it all out of love. Wen Ning then goes looking for her and also confesses his feelings for her. Sorry if it's too long, my imagination is pretty wild...and please something cute ❤️ I love you!

Pairing: Wen Ning x fem!reader Word Count: 1.0k words Warnings: none

It felt like only yesterday that you saw the healthy version of Wen Ning, one that always smiled brightly and hopped around as he practiced his bow skills. Yet now, he wasn't like that anymore. He was paler and his eyes didn't hold the same life as they had before. He was dead or at least technically, but he still walked around like he was fine. Years of friendship made sure that even now, you could see him as he was. Not the ghost general, but rather Wen Ning. Just Wen Ning, the cute man that acted a bit too much like a lost puppy.

The chains that were locked around his form looked heavy, yet he wore them with ease and even used them to fight. You shouldn't care so much for the deceased man, yet here you were. Protecting him against other cultivators while he just awkwardly stood there, staring at the people.

"Move." "Oh, move yourself. You're not wanted here and you will lose." You sneered at the elder before you, raising your swords in front of you before grabbing your second sword from Wen Ning's hand. Luckily for you, they moved away once Jiang Cheng entered the scene. Although the glare to Wen Ning was obvious, the man in question seemed to not notice or chose to ignore it. Nonetheless, the nobles just cursed before all entering Lotus Pier. You followed, but stopped once you realized that Wen Ning wasn't able to join you.

"Let's hang out here together." "You don't need to." His voice wasn't loud, barely above a whisper as he sat down on the docks. Nonetheless, you chose to join him anyway. Sitting beside him, you leaned against the wall behind you as you stared at the lake.

"Why did you protect me?" He asked and you turned your head before laying your head on his shoulder. It wasn't like before, his body didn't give off the warmth that it used to and instead it was freezing cold.

"You're my friend, of course I'll protect you." You sighed softly, smiling as you saw some birds land in the water beside the lotus flowers. You flinched when Wen Ning stood back up without a warning, causing you to almost fall down on the ground. With a confused look, you stood up as well.

"I'm fine on my own. I don't need you." He spoke and your eyes widened, staring at the man before you as your heart shattered. Now, you know that he probably didn't mean for it to sound like that, and yet it hurt. Like someone cut out your heart and stomped it into the ground. You couldn't help it as tears rolled down your face, blurring your vision as you stepped back from him.

"Fine, then I'll leave." You spoke, your voice cracking before you ran off into Lotus Pier. You didn't care much for the man that remained at the entrance nor the saddened look on his face. Instead you focused on keeping your tears in until your reached your bedroom.

"Please tell me you didn't say it like that~?" Wuxian whined loudly, staring at the ghost general before him before looking at Lan Wangji for any kind of help. Said man only looked up from his book for a few seconds before rolling his eyes before continuing to read. With a low grumble, Wuxian turned back to focus the problem at hand.

"Look, girls are complicated. We all know that... Especially if they like you, because (y/n) definitely likes you. But you really phrased your thoughts in the wrong way, like a lot." Wuxian spoke and Wen Ning sighed, looking down at the chains that were wrapped around his wrists while trying to process the fact that Wuxian just told him that you liked him. He fiddled with the strings on his sleeves before looking up again, asking what he could possibly do. Wuxian smiled before starting his rant, explaining every single type of apology that he knew and this certainly wasn't a short list. Nonetheless, Wen Ning listened intensely.

"Got it, good! Now go apologize to her and confess!" Wuxian exclaimed loudly, smiling as he watched Wen Ning awkwardly left the room through the window. He snuck around while trying to find your room on his own. Soon enough he did and like always, he climbed through the window to avoid suspicion. You were in your room, but also quick to notice him with a soft yelp. You stared at him for a few second before pointing at the window.

"Out." For once he didn't listen to you, instead he remained at the window with a sullen look on his face. You sighed, knowing well enough that he wouldn't budge now and instead you just sat down.

"Why are you here? I thought you didn't need me." Your voice was laced with venom that Wen Ning could easily spot, if he was still alive his heart would ache painfully. Nonetheless, he started to apologize as he tried to copy what Wuxian had been telling him to say. It sounded a bit forced at first, but you could see that he meant what he was saying. Then came the shock as a confession rolled from his tongue like it was the most obvious thing ever.

"Sorry, what?" You stopped him and he looked at you with wide eyes, realizing that you found his confession a bit weird. Scrambling to find the right words to make the confession sound better, he missed the small smile that appeared on your face. It wasn't until you stood in front of him and took his face in your hands that he stopped, staring at you with wide eyes.

"I like you too Wen Ning." You said and in an instant, a smile appeared on his face as well and you were sure that he'd blush if alive. Once everything was progressed, he softly embraced you while trying to not hurt you with the chains that hung on his body. They may not weigh much to him, but he assumed that they'd be on the heavier side for you. You wrapped your arms tightly around the man's shoulders once you realized that he was trying to hug you, smiling while doing so.

"Never say you don't need me anymore." You spoke, your voice sounding a bit sad and Wen Ning was quick to shake his head.

"I will always need you."

[mulders-too-large-shirt]

s1 episode 19 thoughts

my evening scully and mulder time has arrived!!! i read the synopsis of the episode- that they investigate a shapeshifting Indigenous creature- and (correctly) made the guess that things would be. well. appropriation-y.

the first thing i wrote was "roarrrrr a bear", this is because we see a taxidermy bear. hope that clears up any confusion.

the old man looks like mark twain. which is a normal thing to notice about a guy.

the son of mark twain guy- who shot a creature that turned out to be a man- pulls our duo aside and mentions how he knows their story doesn't make sense. i admired this self-aware move. most of the people who give mulder and scully their evidence are less willing to admit that it's kinda unlikely they really got abducted by aliens or saw bigfoot or whatever. so he won me over in this way.

scully's annoyed because she thinks it's just a homicide and says there's NOTHING unusual about this... and at that very moment mulder rolls up with a big piece of skin like "nope. nothing weird at all". count on him to find that. seems just like the thing he'd do. spooky mulder and all.

they go to a bar on the reservation to try and find the sheriff and learn more, but are met with a chilly reception due to the fact that they are working for the US government. but we see the dead guy's sister and she is very pretty as well as an old man that mulder talks to about shapeshifting.

"i want to believe" <- HE SAID THE LINE!!!!!

when they go to check the guy's body, mulder gets on the ground and opens the deceased's mouth to reveal: he has fangs!!!!!!!! which is probably the first time mulder looking in a dead guy's mouth has found anything useful! but certainly not the last.

at this point scully is weirded tf out because like. he knew to look for the skin AND jumped straight to the dead guy's teeth and she says mulder, you had best tell me what is going on right NOW. and we get a lore reveal!!! he knows all this because a similar case was the... drumroll please...

VERY! FIRST! X-FILE!!!!!

everyone cheered and clapped and pointed at the screen.

everyone EXCEPT scully, that is. because she is pissed that he would propose people can turn into animals. she got so mad that she got out of the car and left. this reaction is likely why mulder did not tell her about his hunch in the first place, but really can you blame her? she is a doctor. that profession is too busy to deal with werewolves.

they had giant umbrellas in almost every scene of this episode. oh, to be tromping around the pacific northwest adjacent era, hunting for clues in the rain... how atmospheric!

scully says she's very sorry to the murdered man's sister. not much to note here beyond that it was a kind thing to do.

there's a scene where someone turns into a wolf creature and pummels mark twain man and it looked remarkably similar to the attack my werewolf character in skyrim performs, which made me laugh. the "lunge and rip the person apart" technique must be universal to werewolf media across the land.

scully finds mark twain guy's son hurt in a field and takes him to the hospital! that was very kind of her but: i don't like it when our duo splits up. i enjoy their codependency.

but oh no!! things are not looking good for our murdered man's sister, who has since gone missing. did she do it....? (spoilers: nah she's innocent)

i felt very bad for the scraggly guy scully found in the middle of a field, who seem to thought that he somehow triggered his father's death. scully says she knows how it feels because she just lost her dad and holds his hand as he cries. scully :(((((((((

so then mulder and the sheriff visit an elder who explains the myth of the shapeshifter to them as one who is attacked and then attacks others, and cannot remember the trance they fall into. they refer to this as an Algonquin legend, and at first i was confused because the Algonquin live on the opposite side of north america, but the term can also refer to the entire language family that stretches across the continent. the more you know!

(regardless, the appropriation of Indigenous imagery as a form of horror entertainment by white folks is always gonna be Problematic and i do not excuse them of this crime)

but this is a sad kind of monster, in the x-files universe at least- one who doesn't know they are attacking others, which is a very compelling trope imo...

and we learn the kid had his father's blood in him, which can only happen if he ate his dad... which means...

OH NO! HE'S GONNA EAT SCULLY!

(actually i will copy my notes verbatim here, which i wrote while she drove him home, then continued writing as she tried to help him out while he was acting weird and locked himself in the bathroom)

"NOOO THE KID IS THE EVIL FELLOW AND SCULLY IS DRIVING HIM HOME this is what being a doctor gets you ohhh poor kid and poor scully she just wants to do her doctor duties and she'll pick the damn lock if she needs to that's doctorly dedication NOOOO HE'S GONNA EAT HER NOOOO NOT IN SEASON ONE WE HAVE SO MANY MORE TO GET TO"

wow, i think that says a lot. feel free to unpack that at a later time.

anyway, mulder realizes what is going on and he shows up with the sheriff guns blazing. like seriously, he SHOOTS the taxidermied bear i had earlier said "roaaaaar" to. the head is blown clean off. he was NOT going to let scully get eaten.

finally during his search of the ranch, he opens a door and she's hiding in there. they fall on top of each other and she says "it's okay, it's me, it's okay" and. man. the whispering. the need to be at each other's side in the face of imminent danger. the relief of those hushed words. it's okay. it's me. they're together again and they can face this Thing as a united front. ohhhhhhh hold me tight.

the sheriff shoots the mysterious creature and surprise! it turns into the guy who had been previously found naked in a field and accused of eating his father.

scully is deeply perplexed by all of this. she does not know what to think, for a mere 24-ish hours ago she was talking about how a human cannot become an animal! another instance of her central beliefs being shaken to the core.

before they leave, the old man yells to mulder "see you in about 8 years" referring to the cyclical nature of the attacks. and he says "i hope not"... how very ominous... i will certainly keep this in mind for future seasons

i thought the suspense in this episode was really good and i knew deep down she wasn't really going to be eaten, but i was still scared, so it certainly did its job in that regard. overall, not my fave episode though for cultural appropriation reasons- hint to those reading: Don't profit off of bastardizing Indigenous belief systems.

they did serve with those goth black umbrellas, though, i'll give them that.