#I just found out she had a RESURRECTION DOLL??

[castlefly]

I'm actually not that mad at how this came out

look at her glory!!!!! her original doll is still my favorite though

[saphirered]

Because i like pain, can i get basically the sunken tomb/those who walk away (tlovm) but it's reader who dies, not vex? She jumps in front of vex as the blast goes off. Can be either Vax or percy x reader.

Turned out to a percy x reader and hope you like the result. Angsty but with a happy ending. 😘

He can’t move. He can’t breathe. His heart has stopped in his chest. Life has ceased to be linear, or perhaps even moving at all. He is stuck in that one doomed moment. He is trapped within his own body with is own bloody mind. He can’t. He can’t. Percy can’t even think or process. He’s stuck in that single image of you. That damned sarcophagus. It looked fine. Everything was fine. Vex gave it a once over. The three of you pushed the top off and there was the deathwalker’s ward still on the corpse of the previous owner. You’d stepped to the end, with Vex. You’d taken to observing the intricate runes on the inside. Vex warned him not to touch but it was too late. He’d reached in and set off a trap. It would have hit her if you hadn’t pushed her aside and in doing so, knocked yourself off balance and into the full force of whatever damned thing hit you. 

Some kind of magic struck out, hit you square in the chest and sent you flying like some rag doll. You hit the ground with a sickening smack and crack. That breath, that single exhale that left your body unmoving, that’s where Percy got stuck, watching as the light in your eyes dimmed, those eyes that kept staring at him. They all ran to you but he was stuck. You weren’t moving. You weren’t responding to their calls nor pleas. There was nothing left of you to respond. Once that dawned on him, once it hit him what he had done, had caused, he was left broken. Somehow his legs carried him to your side, where Vax held you in his arms, Vex clutched your hand unable to speak, Pike rushed to heal you but there’s nothing to heal, nothing to be done. You were gone. You are gone. You’re gone. 

Things move quickly after. Percy doesn’t know what grace kept him on his feet when he found it within him to join the others. He could not look away from you. Kash had already started whatever ritual he was performing. A resurrection rite. Everything moved so fast. Questions were asked, what happened how did this happen, who was with you? He was but he couldn’t answer. He couldn’t break away from your cold dead eyes. They’ll forever haunt him. They were so full of life just mere moments before when you cracked a joke and smiled, calling him out on his lack of divine worship. He’d retorted with some clever witty remark. Those were the last words he’d spoken to you. He couldn’t even bloody remember them. He can’t even remember your last words. 

But then reason hits. It’s not working. The ritual it’s not working. It has to work. It has to work! The Raven Queen, she resides over death and apparently resurrections do not sit well with her or her domain. The others try to suggest things, solutions, but they are not that. Percy finds it within himself to speak some desperate sense; they’re under a lake, where are they going to go? They’re losing time. This has to work now. They can’t give up! He’s begging them, begging anyone, everyone. This can’t be happening! The spell breaks and you’re not moving. Percy’s ears are ringing. He wants to shout and scream and cry but inside him a void begins to grow and leaves him terrified of himself. 

Several breaths pass and then, by some miracle, the light returns to your eyes, you shoot up and you’re gasping for air. You’re awake. He’s riddled with guilt once more. You turn to him and stare at him with those damned eyes and while he sees the life in them now, he’s haunted with that blank stare of your corpse. 

“What happened?” How is he supposed to answer that question? He was an idiot and should have listened. This is all his fault. He got reckless and greedy and stupid and it cost you your life! 

“I touched the armour and you… you were…” He can’t speak the words. The others speak but he does not hear them. “It was an accident.” Why do you keep looking at him. Your eyes should be filled with hatred and anger but you’re not. You’re relieved. You look at him as if this is not all on him. Accident or not, he is still to blame. Luckily distraction comes quickly. The armour is procured and in Vax’s possession for some reason. 

You’re back on your feet and a bit wobbly but insist you want to get out of here as much as the others do. Pike has you at first but whether out of habit or sheer guilt, Percy find himself next to you and you lean on him whenever you stumble slightly. He catches you every time you don’t reach for him. It’s definitely a force of habit because each touch is torture. With each touch that scene keeps replaying. Outside on the banks of the lake Vox Machina decides it’s time to take a rest. Everyone’s exhausted and hurt from the fight to get out. Goodbyes are exchanged Zahra and Kash and upon the sunset Percy wanders off on his own. He had the intention of finding Vax, and apologise for what he caused. He did and got punched in the face. Seems that your best friend gave him a smidge of what he deserves. He deserves so much worse but it’s something. But then you have to find him, alone, ass in the snow, processing the pain in his jaw and contemplating every single mistake in his life that could have spared you this fate. 

“Percy?” You come up to him. There’s still a slight tremble in your step despite your self-assured expression. No matter how well you might be at hiding your feelings, you always have a tell. You may pretend this doesn’t affect you but he sees it does. That just makes it worse. Still you find it within yourself to try and make him feel better. He wishes you wouldn’t. It’d be easier if you were angry with him, even better if you too decided to take your pound of flesh. Instead you kneel down next to him and look at what must be the mark of his preview to punishment. 

“I fell…” He tries a poor excuse but you don’t buy it. Especially not with the extra set of footprints leading away. You place your palm against his cheek. Your touch is cold, he assumes because of the snow but for some reason he cannot help but imagine the worst. Still he leans into your touch. 

“Must have been a strange fall. How does one fall on their ass and face simultaneously?” You joke and normally you’d have earned a chuckle or a retort. ‘With great difficulty’ is what you expected him to say or something along those lines but instead you just get silence and downcast eyes that refuse to meet yours. You settle on your knees and bring your other palm to cup his face and lift his gaze to meet yours. Percy bites the inside of his cheek. 

“How can you pretend this doesn’t affect you? How can you take this so lightly?” You pull back and fold your hands together to preserve some warmth. Your skin feels wrong, your body feels wrong. Every breath you take you’re suddenly aware of. The blood pumping through your veins, it’s as if you can feel it and it hurts. Everything hurts and you feel as if you’re going to burst any second as if someone could prick you with a needle and suddenly you’d explode. You feel vulnerable and have become so incredibly aware of your mortality, in anything you do, anything you have done; every choice you’ve ever made. It haunts you past, present and future. You don’t know what to do with yourself. You thought of going out into the trees just so scream but that wouldn’t help. You’d just be left with the pain. You thought of ignoring it but that turned on you quickly. You noticed the silence when Percy was around. When you’re near him you feel alive and not some dead person walking. You feel like you can take on this life without being afraid of what happened and what you might face. You feel as if as long as he’s near you’ll be alright. That’w why you came to find him in the first place, didn’t you. You hoped he’d help you see things as they had been before your accident, but that didn’t seem possible. 

“Because if I don’t I’ll just be terrified. I’ll break down until there’s nothing left of me and I don’t think I’ll be able to cope. This is all that’s keeping me together. You’re keeping me together.” Those words are harder to speak out loud than you thought, as if speaking them makes them real and undeniable. You suppose that’s true. You can feel your heartbeat in your throat along with your breathing. It just won’t go away and the more you try to ignore it, the worse it gets. 

“You died because of me. You shouldn’t even be able to look at me!” There’s so many things running through your head that want to respond to Percy. You manage to stop some of the more irrational ones, the ones you know you’ll regret the moment you speak them. 

“Is that what you think you deserve? My anger? My hatred? You won’t get it. Yes, you caused this but it was an accident. That doesn’t make it right but if you are in such desperate need to repent for a mistake, you can do so! I need you, Percy! I need you right now because without you I fear I will fall apart! So please, I’m begging you; do not abandon me now.” You plead. He’s unmoving. You reach out. He doesn’t flinch or turn away. He doesn’t respond so you halt and repeat once more. “Please, Percy. I’m begging you…” You place your hand on his cheek and this time he leans into your palm, even if hesitantly so. You’re about to pull away, seeing that reluctance but before you can his hand clasps over yours and holds it in place. 

“I will not ask for your forgiveness-“ You got to speak but he’s not finished yet. “I will not accept it should you offer it to me because I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forgive myself. But you’re right. If this is what you want, I’ll do it. I’d hand you the stars on a silver platter if you asked. I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to make this right.” 

“Percy…” You sigh. That’s not what you meant. You don’t mean to ask for his compliance or service. You ask him to be your friend, your confidant, your rock when the tides get too much in the same way he has always been for you. You’re asking him to be himself, nothing more, nothing less but here he is offering you the world. 

“I won’t ask you to accept or turn me away. I will be at your whims for however long you wish me to be-“ Percy keeps going. He has to make this right. You give him a chance to prove himself worthy of you and all you’ve given him. You’ve given him the chance to truly earn your forgiveness in your eyes and his. But you interrupt him by literally placing his palm over his mouth to silence him. Once you make eye contact and you give him a silent ‘are you done’ and he nods you let go. 

“Then I order you to stop now.” His heart skips a beat. He cannot breathe. “I don’t need a knight in shining armour or some servant at my beck and call. I just need you. I just need you to be here, now. I don’t need the moon on a string, or you begging on your knees. I don’t need you to fetch me some drink or write me my correspondence. I need you to just be you.” That punch hits far harder than anyone could have dealt. It’s the sheer realisation that his life is more valuable than his actions and choices and deeds. His life exceeds a purpose. It’s a terrifying reality but then he looks at you and sees through you, into your own fear and doubt and he sees, that’s what you need. You need someone who understands fear and pain and he does. Gods he knows he does. That’s why you need him to be here and to be him. That’s why you can look him in the eye. You feel like he’s the only one that truly understands right now because he too, albeit a long time ago came to realise how fragile mortality truly is and all the thoughts that accompany that revelation. 

“I know.” He whispers nodding to himself. He reaches out. He wraps his arms around you and holds you close. You allow yourself to twist and mould into his side, tuck under his arm and curl against his chest. This feels real. This is real. You can hear his heartbeat and the rise and fall of his chest with every breath; something you had previously not been aware of nor ever focussed truly focussed on unless it was out of the ordinary. You take a deep ragged breath yourself. You feel cold trail down your cheeks from your eyes and only truly process you’re crying when gloved fingers wipe them away. Percy whispers words of comfort; meaningless he might say but these are the words he had wished he heard when he was alone and suffering. You pull yourself closer to him until the tears subside. 

There’s still a long way to go. This does not resolve the issue nor Percy’s guilt. This doesn’t make anything right or change anything. It’s the beginning of a road to a better future you carve out together. Wherever it leads, he will be at your side as long as this world allows. He’ll fight tooth to nail to have it be so. He’ll make this right. But most of all, he’ll be there for you. 

[bluejaysandblackbats]

A Stone’s Throw

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: The night Jason wakes up in the convalescent home, he’s accompanied by his favorite nurse (Nurse Kathy). Nurse Kathy follows her instincts and decides to foster him in the nearby city of Blüdhaven. Soon, her partner and roommates become Jason’s new family despite hopes that he’ll regain his memories.

Chapters: 4/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Original Characters, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Barbara Gordon

Additional Tags: Disabled Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne Doesn’t Know Jason Todd is Alive, Angst, Fluff, Found Family, Jason Todd Has a Foster Family AU, Jason Todd Moves to Blüdhaven, Original Asexual Characters, Original Lesbian Characters, Amnesiac Jason Todd, “Missed Him By That Much” Trope, Hurt/Comfort, Resurrected Jason Todd

Chapter Four: Homecoming

Daniel and Kathy arrived at the house a few hours after Dodie settled in, and Kathy took a box straight to the kitchen without a word and started. “Hey, Dodie. Mom’s a little frazzled, but she’ll be okay once everything’s done,” Daniel reassured him. 

“I know. Have you seen the boy yet? Are you gonna—?” 

“No, this is all Sibyl and Mom. And I haven’t seen him. I hear he’s a bigger boy… Very strong. She’s the only person at the hospital that he likes,” Daniel replied, “I think this will help her feel good again. I was worried that she hit a wall.” 

“Mom’s struggling?” Dodie asked. 

“It’s nothing bad… She just seemed empty this past year. I could feel something shift when she met this boy—.” Kathy rushed into the living room and hugged Dodie. It nearly knocked him off balance, but he softened and settled into her embrace. 

“Hi, Mom. I missed you, too,” Dodie smiled, “How’s New Jersey’s favorite nurse?” 

“I’m all over the place, Dodie… But this feels like a nice new start. We have more space, we’re closer to you, and there’s a community garden on the roof. I’m so excited and terrified and I want you to know you can sleep here whenever you like. I—.”

“Mom, breathe. Do you need help in the kitchen?” Dodie asked. Kathy nodded, taking Dodie’s hand and leading him to the kitchen. “So, am I gonna be an older brother? Or is this just temporary?” 

“It depends. If he has a family out there, I have to help him find his way home. If it’s just him, then of course, I’d love to keep him. He’s such a doll. I think you’d like him. You used to love to visit the hospital with me. It’ll be nice to take this ride with you on Sunday,” Kathy smiled as she opened the fridge. 

“Mom, have you taken a moment to kind of—?” 

Kathy washed her hands and started cutting onions. “How is work, honey bunny? You’re working on a new subdivision, right? Cape cod style houses? ” Kathy interrupted. She stopped to look at him and smiled. “I’m always obsessed with the little shutters, but why don’t they ever install real shutters? I love real shutters. My house had real shutters when I was a little girl. Papa used to close them at night, so we wouldn’t get scared of the shadows outside.” 

“It’s going great. Maybe I could send you my palette ideas, and you could give me some input,” Dodie suggested, “And now that you live so close, maybe I could stop by, and we could do pajama nights again.” 

Kathy grinned, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “I would love that so much,” Kathy replied. 

**

SUNDAY IN BLÜDHAVEN 

Dodie sat in the car while Kathy went in. She nervously signed the discharge paperwork, holding back tears as she handed the clipboard to her supervisor. The hallway seemed to stretch on forever that afternoon as she approached Jason’s room. He was already dressed in the clothes she bought him. Kathy adjusted his glasses, and he wrapped his arms around her. “I told you I’d be here… It’s time to go home now,” Kathy whispered. Jason sat down on the bed, and Kathy shook her head. “You’re coming with me.” 

She extended a hand, and Jason took it, following her down the hall. She took him outside to the car, and Jason hesitated. “Oh, hon… This is my son, Dodie. He wanted to meet you,” Kathy explained as she gestured for Dodie to get out of the car. 

Dodie stepped outside, and he extended his hand to Jason, slowly as he examined the bruises and cuts on Jason’s face and hands. “Dodie Hines-Fletcher, pleasure to meet you,” Dodie smiled. Jason took his hand, shaking it firmly before taking Kathy’s hand again. “She’s our mom for the time being… Guess that makes us brothers.” 

Kathy swallowed hard and let Jason in the car, buckling him in as she got into the backseat. Dodie got in the driver’s seat. “Did Mom tell you about Dad?” Dodie asked. He turned around, looking past Jason and Kathy as he backed out of the parking space. Jason nodded, and his round glasses slipped to the tip of his nose. “Dad’s great. You’ll like him. He’s just as sweet as Mom.”

Jason turned to Kathy, tapping her knee as he raised his sweatshirt to show her a fist-sized bruise on his lower abdomen. Kathy took a closer look, putting pressure on it. Jason didn’t budge. “Does that hurt?” Kathy asked. Jason shook his head. “A few days ago?” Jason nodded. “Well, you won’t have to worry about that anymore. You’re going to stay with me from now on.”

Jason lay his head on her shoulder, and Dodie smiled as he drove toward the freeway, heading toward Blüdhaven. “We’re going to Blüdhaven. Nudge Mom if you see something familiar,” Dodie stated. Jason looked out the window, his hand never straying far from Kathy. He held on, not wanting her to leave him somehow. Kathy. His Catherine. It all melded together in his mind. He couldn’t clearly remember why the name made his heart feel full and heavy or why hearing Dodie call her Mom made him want to cry. 

The sky was a sad grey as the clouds covered the son, gently breaking into a weepy drizzle. Jason touched the door, pressing his hands against the interior until his fingers found the button for the window. He rolled it down a crack, tilting his head up, and breathing in the air through his open mouth. Kathy watched the rise and fall of his chest before smiling. “It’s nice to have fresh air, huh?” Kathy giggled. “Want more?” Jason shook his head. 

He watched the cars pass by, and Kathy rubbed his back, gently watching as he enjoyed the air coming through the open sliver in the window. Jason fell asleep within fifteen minutes and the other twenty minutes were nearly silent as they passed the police station. “What do you call him? You haven’t given him a name… I know you haven’t, but I can’t call him sweetheart or hon like you do,” Dodie whispered. 

“I call him Blue Eyes sometimes, but I’m still waiting for him to tell me his name,” Kathy answered. 

They parked in Kathy’s parking spot, and Jason woke up. Kathy nudged Jason, and he stirred, looking around at the buildings. “Hi, Blue Eyes. It’s time to go inside, honey,” Kathy whispered. Jason opened his eyes and took her hand. She led him inside and up the stairs of her building before taking Jason by the shoulders. “The people inside are my friends. There are two men. One woman. The men are named Daniel and Walter. The woman is named Sibyl. They won’t hurt you. I promise.” She nodded slowly, waiting for Jason to nod along, and she smiled when he finally did.

Daniel smiled and waved, looking up from his sketchbook. 

“I’m Daniel. Would you like to take a seat? Lunch is almost ready,” Daniel asked. Jason looked at Kathy. 

“That’s Daniel. He’s Dodie’s father. You can sit with him if you like,” Kathy reassured him.

[randomwriteronline]

"You will not die," the Great Being said.

It sounded like it was supposed to be a reassurance.

Takanuva yanked his leg back from her hand. His knee felt stiff.

"I promise you," she told him.

"And what about my brothers?" he cried out. "What about my sisters? My friends? Why didn't you extend the same courtesy to them?"

"They are not dead."

"Lies."

"They are not dead. You cannot die."

"The Red Star is gone. We know it's gone. I..."

His thoughts muddled. How did he know? He saw it from afar. He watched it as it happened. He did it himself. He heard so from someone. From who? He knew. He did not know. He could not know. Anybody seemed like the right candidate. Anybody seemed like the wrong candidate. Any scenario was as real in his mind as it was unlikely. Any scenario had happened just as much as it hadn't.

The Great Being looked at him with her strange expression made of pity and annoyance and fondness.

"The Red Star is nothing," she spoke: "Yet another one of our constructs, no different than you, no different than them. Do not fixate upon it. Resurrection... Resurrection is not what I mean."

"Then what is it?"

"You cannot die."

His joints were slowly ceasing to feel, his hands were growing numb. Takanuva struggled to pull himself further away from her hand again as it tried to reach out towards him a second time, fighting against his slowly petrifying body.

"Then what is this?" his voice creaked. "What is it that is happening to me, that is happening to everything? What is it if it isn't death?"

"Oh, Takanuva," she only sighed.

Her breath was lukewarm and lacked all odor.

"There is no such thing as death for you, for any of you," she whispered, or perhaps his hearing too was beginning to fail him. She seemed enormous. "So long as there is a piece, you will not die. You cannot die."

"You speak nonsense," he sobbed harshly.

Her fingertips were pliable as they rested on his brittling armor: "I'm sorry," she replied: "I'm sorry, but it's such a long story. Such an infinitely long story, so many characters, and places, and tales, and secrets... It's not something that can be written again so simply - you understand, do you not? It was your hands we first set the pen in, was it not, Chronicler?"

"Stop it," Takanuva begged. His lungs were filling with solid matter, and yet he felt as though he did not need air. "Stop this. I want to live. I just want us all to live."

"You will not die. You cannot die."

Her cradling touch was gentle, but he could barely feel it. Her thumb brushed over his chestplate tenderly, with the fondness one treats a beloved childhood doll with, and through his waning sight he found her eyes casted down upon his body with a deep melancholy.

"We saved everything," she murmured, "Everything we could. Every tale and text and image and instruction. You will not die. You cannot die. We do not want you to. We will not allow oblivion to befall you. But a story like this, a story this long and wonderful and twisted, it cannot be written twice, Takanuva - there just isn't enough time in this world to do so. There just isn't enough time."

"So what will happen, then?" the Toa of Light asked with barely a whisper. His mouth could barely move. His body felt heavy. His thoughts were growing hazy.

She moved him to sit up. His body settled in the pose.

"We will love you," she answered simply.

His translucent eyes held her gaze.

He was asleep.

She settled him carefully upon a shelf, with the rest of his universe.

Her pen dipped in the ink that had made up Spherus Magna, dissolving its image as the words dried on paper, and she gnawed at its end looking at the figurines watching them silently, expectantly, awaiting in thoughtless slumber the coming of their legacy.

After hours, days, months, years, after countless other hands had draft, drafted, sketched, written, proposed, decided, they settled on the name of Okoto.

[toyybox]

Spiderwebs #20: Catharsis

Masterlist

content: lab whump, captivity, immortal whumpee, murder, brief blood/gore

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Heather was angry, and she had no idea why. It was just one of those days. Outside her bedroom window, snow fell like nuclear ash, a thick blanket of about four or five inches. The world was reduced to a blank slate of white. No footprints disturbed the perfect surfaces. Flat, clear snow. What was that poem, again? The snows of Tyrol are not very pure or true. But anyone would stand in awe of this secluded wilderness.

That meant she would have to shovel the driveway. Not a great start to her October morning. It was too early to snow, to make things worse. They usually didn't see anything until at least November. The radio hosts and newscasters were going wild over this fact. Slow day for news, then. It would melt regardless; the weather was supposed to warm up for the next week. And how she dreaded the cold weather. How she hated the dry, cool air blowing over her burning heart. An autumn wind to stir her, like leaves from the pilings. 

The rage did not quiet before that peaceful sight, nor did it rest when she got up out of bed. Nothing was wrong. There was nothing to fix. Regardless, the feeling simmered. 

Was it Jackie? Of course it was Jackie. He'd done nothing wrong, yet he managed to irritate her anyway. He was too stubborn, too contrarian—or maybe he was just in the way. Wrong place, wrong time. He was a variable outside her total control, yet so pivotal in her life. If he ever escaped, she was done for.

Or the rage was less sophisticated than that. She had failed at something. The only thing she had learned about Jackie’s psyche was that he couldn’t recognize a butterfly if it hit him in the nose. This revelation told her nothing about the hallucination. He was a hollow nesting doll, a matryoshka with all the smaller parts misplaced, and she had failed to uncover his core. Failure! It was a lesser indignity to die. The fear of both was equal—to fail was to kill a potential, to die in a single aspect that could never be resurrected. Heather was good at a great many things. She was good at nearly everything. She wasn’t supposed to fail. 

As she stood by the window, the doorbell rang. Some individuals loved to hear that sound, but she did not. No criminal finds the public eye reassuring. Paranoia narrowed the possibility of getting caught into every stranger, every knock at the door, every chiming of the bell.

But she couldn’t stay in her bedroom and wait for the visitor to leave. That would look suspicious. Appearances were important. She quickly got dressed and approached the door.

The bell rang again. Can’t wait one second, can they? She placed a hand on the doorknob and pushed it open. 

“Hello?” she said, fighting to keep the irritation out of her voice.

“Hello. I’ve come to assess your infestation.” Heather did not recognize the man standing before her, not even slightly—he was a total, perfect stranger. “You’re Miss Wright, yes?”

On any other day, Heather would tell him that he’d gotten the wrong address and shut the door in his face. However, this was not any other day. Heather was heated up like dry kindling, and this was all the friction she needed to catch fire. Most people found catharsis in taking a run, or talking their feelings out, or some other pansy nonsense. Heather found her release in the hot spill of blood. The rush of a blade, the splitting of skin. Exactly what she needed. That would make her feel better. 

Besides, why would a stranger come all the way out here? It couldn't have been a mistake. He wanted something. He was a threat. The how and why didn't matter. Would a wren in a weasel's nest stop to question the how and why? He was a threat, and he would need to be disposed of.

“Miss Wright. Yes. I’m her.” She stepped aside so that the man could enter. “Forgive me, but I can’t quite recall your name. I assume you’re the exterminator?”

He nodded as he walked past her. He was a rough sort of fellow, not in an intimidating way but in the general sense of his appearance. The face of a sculpture forgotten halfway, cut in broad strokes and sharp lines. He was, however, very neatly dressed. “My name is Matthew. You had the animal in your attic, right?”

“Attic?” Here, she pushed her lips slightly apart, to give him an expression of innocent confusion. “No, the animal is in the basement. It’s been screeching for the past hour. You must have misheard me. ”

“Sorry about that, then.” He dipped his head for a second. “I’ll take a look and give you an estimate. Where’s the basement, by the way?”

Oh, this was funny. He didn’t suspect a thing. 

“Right.” She smiled apologetically. “It’s down the hall.”

Down the hall they went, as casual as ever. The exterminator didn’t have a clue. Like leading a lamb to the chopping block. Really, she was shooting down low-hanging fruit. It was almost too easy. Unless Matthew also turned out to be immortal, the whole affair would be quick. Heather, like any good butcher, knew how to make the kill clean and fast. She had plenty of practice so far, hadn’t she?

“We can usually get the guys in here after three business days,” the stranger rambled. The basement door drew closer, shut like lips over a gaping maw. “Cost can be hard to calculate but with something like this, it usually doesn’t total over three hundred. Do you know if there’s a nest?“

“I don’t think there is.” She twisted the lock until it clicked open. “Just the one animal. It’s somewhere down here, come on.”

“Are you sure it’s safe to go inside?”

“Of course,” she replied sweetly. “Don’t be shy. It doesn’t bite.”

This managed to draw a bewildered look from the exterminator’s face, but he said nothing as she opened the door. The stairs followed down before them, the steps like rings of cartilage around a throat, the lighting just a touch dimmer than the rest of the house. 

Matthew began his descent, proceeding with the cautious gait of a caver. She followed close behind him, desperately trying not to burst out laughing. Five steps left, then four, then three… the rest of the basement was now visible. 

Predictably, Jackie was still there. He was sitting by the writing desk, apparently lost in thought. When his head lifted, there was a grin on his face… which then shifted to a brief look of confusion… then blatant concern, in the corners of his wide eyes and the small downward curve of his mouth.

What the exterminator felt, she could not see. His back was turned to her. Matthew froze. He did not look scared—though there would be plenty of time for that—but simply a little stiffer than before.

“There’s your pest. Play nice, you two.” Heather gave them both a beaming smile. “Keep him entertained, Jackie. I’ll only be a minute.”

She stepped backwards, out of the basement. The door closed, and the lock clicked behind them.

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She didn't waste any time. Heather had never used the chainsaw on anyone before. It had mainly cut down diseased trees, before taking its final resting place in her garage. Until today.

Heather lifted the heavy tool by its handle, hoisted it to her hip. It was a gift from her dad, not too long ago—a year before he died, in fact. It had a bulky, squared off body, the underlying machinery almost visible like muscles under its metal skin. The chains were a bit rusted, sure, but it would work. By God, it would work.

She walked downstairs. Neither the exterminator nor Jackie had moved. They were staring at each other, caught in an eternal moment of tension. Heather was happy to split that silence. Both heads turned when she turned the saw belt on. 

The cord cranked back one, two, three times. The blade whirred like a living thing, a machine of organic teeth and claws, buzzing beneath her grasp. The noise came in loud like the summer cicadas—a monstrous, dull buzz, hazy as the June heat. 

With a jerk, she shifted the saw upwards, then aimed it. Just above his neck. With the trees, she learned to aim higher than estimated. It was something you had to learn about striking; you had to feel the arc of the swing before it ever descended, feel the bat hit the ball before the pitcher ever moved. Although any swing was a good swing here. Heather knew that as long as she hit flesh, this would work out fine.

The exterminator attempted to flee a second too late. His limbs drew up, as if to shield himself or fight back, but they went limp as soon as the first tooth dug itself into his neck. Blood spurted in a thick, arcing spray, heady as the first flower of springtime, dark as velvet. Muscle and flesh were rendered into a shredded mass, splitting under the unwavering push of whirring metal. 

He collapsed before the beheading could really begin, but at that point it was unnecessary. Matthew died long before he hit the ground. And when he finally did hit the ground, it was with a dull, wet crunch. Gaping, bloodshot eyes gazed up to the heavens with those pinprick pupils, the glaze of death glinting like wood-varnish on their surface. His limbs stuck out at odd angles over his body. His neck was nearly ninety degrees with his head. The blood continued to seep, on and on, a seemingly infinite supply. Heather couldn’t help it. She just couldn’t. It had been so easy. It was just too good. She laughed. A short, barking laugh—the terse laugh of coyotes after dusk.

“Ewwww.” She became aware of Jackie’s presence once more, as he stepped away from the corpse. “What the hell was that?”

She drew herself up, shook out the remainder of her early-morning blues. The chainsaw hung lifeless in her grip. “Do you think he’s immortal too? Wouldn’t that be such a coincidence?”

“Hope not. This basement is small enough as it is.” He had been standing an unfortunate distance near the late Mr. Matthew, so he was soaked with the brunt of the blood and gore. “You didn’t answer my question. What the hell, Heather?”

She shrugged. “He was being annoying.”

“Of course. Of course he was.”

“Don’t look at me like that.” She swung the chainsaw up to point at his, frankly unimpressed, expression. “He could have been an undercover cop. Even if he wasn’t, what would I do if he found you? It was a necessary sacrifice.”

“That guy probably had a wife and kids, you know.”

“Yeah, well, bummer for them.” She took in a deep breath, let it out in a huff. So much for clean. The blood and viscera had even reached a bit of the ceiling, red and pink flecks to speckle the white. At least she was right about ending it quickly. The golden rule. If you can't do it fast, don’t do it at all.

“Did he…” Something like hope lit up in Jackie’s face, brief and dull though it was. “Did he come for me?”

“You?” Heather laughed again. “Oh, Jackie. You’re funny, I’ll give you that. Nobody’s looking for you.”

This wasn’t entirely true. Heather had seen an alert in the newspaper for Jackie Rockwell, currently labeled a missing person, just days before. It had given her quite the shock, but that initial gut reaction had faded soon enough. They didn’t actually know where he was. Getting into a car crash was just as likely an explanation as kidnapping, perhaps even more likely. After all, how many kidnappings occurred in that quiet corner of Washington? One or two every decade? Even then, the only people that got kidnapped around there were criminals and little kids.  The alert was nothing more than a formality.

The spark in him dimmed. "Oh."

"Don't look so disappointed. He's dead either way."

"Dead." Jackie gave the body an appraising glance. "What are you gonna do with him now?"

"I'll need to get rid of the evidence, I suppose." She knelt down to search the body, despite the disgusted look Jackie was giving her. There, in the left pocket. Car keys. 

Heather thought that the odds were weighted in her favor. Assuming that Matthew came to the wrong address, the cops wouldn't have any leads on her. In the event that he was a plainclothes trying to get a read on Heather, she could eradicate the evidence before the police ever had a chance to investigate. Even if they knew she did it, their claims were nothing but hot air without proof. 

She would figure something out for the body, but getting rid of his car would be easy. She’d simply drive it to a remote location and come back on the bus, or a taxi if she had to. 

The keys swung and clattered in her hand as she got up to her feet. "Alright, then. I'll see you in an hour or so."

“You’re going to leave me here? With the corpse?”

“Do you have a problem with that?”

“No, corpses just make for dry conversation." He sat back down in his chair and crossed his legs. "Have fun. And hurry. That thing is going to smell, and I'm not sleeping next to a dead body."

The body did smell rather foul, as one would expect. Aside from the slick of blood, there was something sour, as if the meat was already starting to decompose. "Fair point. I'll be back before nightfall. You have my word."

By the look on his face, she could tell that her word meant very little to him. No matter. She left the basement with a spring in her step. Heather had just successfully killed a man, and she was feeling great.

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[autumnalwalker]

Word Find Tag

Thank you for the tag, @winterandwords.

My words to find were gear, hear, wear, & tear.

Passing the (optional) tag to @ahordeofwasps, @kaiusvnoir, @kahvilahuhut, @stesierra, and the usual open tag for anyone else looking for an excuse to share.

Your words shall be even, perhaps, body, & shatter.

Here are some pieces of dreams that I've had (with links to the full thing, as always)...

Gear: A Dream About Trust And Fear

Even with the spotlight I lose track of her more than once, and I can only go so far before I have to stop. 

She swims back to me once she realizes I’m no longer keeping up and asks me what’s wrong. 

I tell her that I’m scared.  It’s so dark out here and I can’t see where I’m going like she can. 

She’s saddened by this but says she understands and we return to the shallows. 

What I said was true, but there’s more to it.  Although rationally I trust her and don’t believe she would ever harm me (at least not intentionally) I can’t get the image out of my head of her grabbing me by the wrist and dragging me under, and I hate myself for that. 

In the shallows we take the rest of the night easy, talking.  I promise to acquire some sort of equipment so that I can follow her properly in the future.  SCUBA gear perhaps, or even a potion that will allow me to breathe underwater for a few hours (although those are expensive enough that it’s not a sustainable option in the long term).  Either way I’ll need to get myself a waterproof watch so I can set an alarm to return to the surface with a safe amount of time to spare. 

Hear: A Dream About Digital Resurrection

Perhaps the most notable of my regulars are the half dozen or so men that almost always arrive in a group.  They are all parenting the same child - whom I never meet but hear much of - and all consider themselves to be the boy’s fathers.  With this era’s technology, that may well be the case genetically and not just socially.  There is never mention of a mother.  At any rate, it is clear that they are all devoted to one another and care deeply for their son.  Sometimes they all fuse into a multi-headed flying dragon.  Or they arrive in that form and split apart to place their orders.

Wear: A Dream About A Change In Plans

My body is taken apart and put back together with new limbs and interface ports for weapons and armor that I will only be allowed to wear when deployed.  My mind is retrofitted with proprietary software suites for targeting solutions, evasive maneuvers, tactical libraries, killing instincts, and a sense of naked vulnerability whenever I am not fully kitted out for destruction. Little in-between is allowed for the extremes of intoxicating raw power and pliant helplessness. 

Tear: A Dream About A Doll And A Dog

I was shattered, discarded, and bereft of self.  Useless and forgotten until my witch found what was left of me.  She made me new.  She made me durable enough that nothing ever could hurt me again.  She made me weak enough that I could never hurt anyone else again.  She made me whole.  She allowed me to just be without needing to be useful.

If she could put me back together, then surely she must be able to put everything else back together.

It took time for me to appreciate what she did to me.  Now that I am thinking about it again, those memories come back in flashes.  I would flail, and scratch, and bite, but my hands could not tear cloth and my teeth could not break skin.  Once I rent apart steel and ceramic and flesh and bone and circuitry and cables and graphene and glass and helmets and skulls and armor and weapons and ships and cannons and pipelines and spines and clouds and earth and cities and hearts and -

And now I stop and take deep breaths I don’t need until those memories I need even less fade again.

[oldmenwholiveinmyheadrentfree]

If Chariton Zakharov had a kid (Spoilers)

Buckle up Because I wrote a lot about her. Also sorry for being a bit awkward. I am not used to sharing my hcs and thoughts outside of friends.

Introducing Nastya Charitonovna Fallington.

I was researching Russian names and found that middle names in Russian culture tend to be after the father’s name with -ovna or -evna at the end of it. So I tried to make it slightly accurate. I named her Nastya after the 1964 film of the popular fairytale Morosko. I took a Russian culture class in college for a elective (I was promised I didn’t have to buy a textbook.... so that was a fucking lie.) I got to watch movies as part of my assignments and this film was my one of my favorites. This was in 2019... for context. 

I later found out Nastya is derivative of Anastasia which means resurrection.

So in this timeline with her in it. I was in a relationship with Charlton and we had a fling. This tied into a previous post about my self insert and him.

He died before both he and I knew I was pregnant. I came clean to Sechenov expecting to be thrown out and sent back to America. But he assured me he will do no such thing. 

"You have a brilliant mind and you have done brilliant work. I will help sponsor the child. Charliton was my closest friend. It's the least I can do for him in his memory."

So 9 months later. Little Nastya was born. We have a very nice apartment in the complex paid for by Sechenov. And I have a wonderful job in the labs doing biology that pays handsomely.

Sechenov became a rather interesting uncle to Nastya. Sending books and random gifts. Sometimes attending her ballet recitals. But every science fair she's in he always shows up. Not at all surprised when Nastya wins 1st prize each time.

"She's just like her father. Intelligent and precise in every way."

He sends her to private schools and makes sure her education is the best. But I assure her she can do whatever makes her happy in life.

She loves reading the tale of Morosko over and over again. She just likes the story. She can speak fluent English and Russian. I taught her English at a young age. She teaches herself other languages for fun sometimes.

She's like her father but yet different. She loves science and I raised her to be naturally curious. But she follows the rules of science. I remind her that science is about finding the truth about the world around you. And always be open to learning something new about what you thought you knew.

I make ball jointed dolls with clothes for her. Specifically I make them black or mixed race just like her in addition to buying other dolls. I make or buy dolls of other races as well. I make sure she embraces inclusivity. Her room is large filled with books and dolls. She has a little nook she holes herself in all day and reads.

She is very independent for her age because she loves making her own choices. So sometimes she purposely turns off my alarm and cooks breakfast for us. Especially on late nights when I bring work home. Crockpot dinners are a frequent occurrence. Nastya sometimes grows tired of stews. She has a taste for American cuisine such as burgers and fries. She had them a few times.

She has two stuffed bears that she carries. One for inside one for out. I sewed them for her. Not only are they her comfort toys. They hold her stim items. (She has ADHD.) And important anything including snacks and both a picture of her father. One is a standard photo of him. In the inside bear. The outside bear has one of him and me taken at a conference. They also have straps so she can carry them on her back.

At school she is adored by her teachers for being intelligent and quiet. She doesn't go out of her way to interact with others. She’s just reserved, polite, and very stubborn. She wants to do what she wants to do and likes routine. Anyone who breaks it will... Depending on how much they annoyed her will be dealt with. With me and Sechenov being the only exception.

Like if offered to play mid read. She will politely decline and just carry on. Bullies... Well... They tend to get shocked. The bear has a taser inside. Or she will swing it and use it like a mallet. It has many heavy objects inside. Our house has no robots inside.

When she asked me why, I just shook my head. "I don't like not being in full control."

She just opted to build her own. She has a few simple robots to bring her things or make her life easier. Like one will fly and become her reading light at night.

It can be hard to get her to sleep sometimes. She says she doesn't like to dream. She dreams of her father and she desperately wants to know him. She wonders if he would've loved her. She is jealous of kids being dropped off by their daddies. She has a male doll that she ripped out the hair of and gave him glasses made of wire. She put him and a doll to represent me and her and put it in a toy car. She then 'drives' it to her library. To simulate being driven to school. She likes to be read to and sung to sleep.

I sing in English or Russian for her. Sometimes if she had a bad day she'll sleep on her own and sometimes cry herself to sleep. I feel guilty and sometimes bring her to my bed or couch to sleep with me as I work or sleep. We overslept and she missed her alarm to wake up. I just held her from school that day to have a mental health day. I brought her homework to the school and brought back new homework for her. She built a robot to wake her up if she's not in her room the same day. She doesn't like missing school.

 I make her go outside sometimes. She needs to exercise. I try to make her play with the neighborhood kids. She just wanders off into the small pack of woods and reads on a tree. She climbs trees and does 'field research'. She puts frogs into her overall pockets. And tries to take them home. I make her put them back outside if I catch her.

Once she managed to sneak on in and put it in a jar. She watched it jump and worked on a robot based on the legs. Sechenov came by to check on her and we entered her room without knocking. She grunts and Sechenov sees her sketches. He was so impressed.

For the events of Atomic Heart in game.

For the summer we took a vacation to St. Petersburg. She was hyperfixated on poetry and history of Russia in the 1800s. So I obliged her and took her there.

This happened when the robots attacked so thankfully we were kept ignorant until we came back to see the carnage. If this was a dlc we would be having me sitting her down and boarding up a place for her to be safe and sound. And I go out with my own glove and weapons to find Sechenov to bring order. I was gone for two days and she hasn't heard from the radio I gave her. So she goes out to start her own little adventure. She's a badass little girl. She made her own weapon and snuck into a doctor's office. She stabbed herself with polymer and allowed herself to use the powers of her own glove she made. Heavily inspired by the cartoons (the tutorials of the glove powers) she watched. Sorry for the length... but this is what I have for now. I may write more at some point.

[zorkaya-moved]

❝  you may still make a good person.  ❞ - nanami but imagine... in the aftermath of the shibuya events when he's recovering.. and just 🥺🥺🥺

@pyreign

Ridiculous, she thinks. Zarina doesn’t need to hide away anymore; the series of events in Shibuya has already proven she shouldn’t take this lightly anymore. The voice of Morana was coming back, but it didn’t become of the closeness to the doll but because of how many limitations were taken off as she took care of several special grades in just a couple of minutes simply because she tried to get information out of them. Jogo couldn’t speak of their deal, nor could that man in Suguru Geto’s body. Nanami’s words only made her huff softly as she was cleaning an apple, knowing full well she’ll be considered a criminal for everything she’s done and for how dangerous she was without accepting working for the elderly of this damn land. They were useless. 

She should’ve killed all of them the moment they spoke of how saving Satoru Gojo was prohibited. It made her think that it was all according to the plan of the one who sealed Satoru, the man borrowing the body of a long-fallen comrade. Resurrection wasn’t possible, but it wasn’t a summon either, which meant there was someone crazy enough to borrow bodies while continuing their life. The genius that Sokolova possessed already figured out more than she’d like to speak out loud, especially since some of the information was taken from her working with curses, leading her to give them three fingers of Sukuna without others knowing. Nanami will never know, Satoru will never know, and no one will ever know. It was before she ever got close to either of them; it was all for her own goal of finding Morana’s Doll. 

“I’m not here to be a good person, Kento,” Zarina declares as she finishes cutting the apple before offering it to Nanami. Her words are dry and cold, but they are genuine and true. She isn’t here to be a hero, she isn’t here to help people, she isn’t here to bring salvation. She is only here for her own personal and selfish wishes. Gojo Satoru forfeited his own humanity for a bigger cause, but she never did. Her own wishes were around those she cared about, but they could be counted on her fingers. That’s it. “I’m here to only save those I deem important to me. I am also here to save my own skin.” 

She isn’t the honorable one. She isn’t the kind one. She isn’t the sweet one. She is the gatekeeper between Heaven and Hell, the one before whom others will be equal. The frigid Death.

Sokolova Zarina is an apathetic genius, a cold-hearted prodigy who will not hesitate to deem the world to its destruction if it means saving her selected few people. It didn’t matter how she would be seen: as a hero, as a villain, as an anti-hero, as an enemy. It didn’t matter; the only thing that mattered remained those who were important to her humanity and her life. Nanami was one of those she found essential to herself, important as her family. 

“I do not leave my family behind,” she repeats the very words she spoke to him upon coming to his rescue. Shoko already helped with his injuries, meaning he only needed to rest, but she will get Gojo back. Her heart was sealed, which meant she could be as beastly as possible to get him back. Kento understood Satoru's importance to her, the most crucial limitation preventing her from becoming a true monster. The very one who was called the Death, the very one who Jogo found to be an overwhelming presence and who tried to escape from her upon understanding there won’t be winning against her. A foolish spirit, a foolish cursed spirit, a foolish existence. “However, aside from you and Satoru… I do not find many people worthy of standing in my way and getting out alive.” 

The morbid words are spoken with an unfamiliar to Nanami apathy, she had never spoken in such dark and cold ways. Only because she was the comedian, the charming, the dramatic. However, it seemed like she didn’t care as much anymore. As Kento already saw the small percentage of her power, the very frigid winter would kill anyone who wasn’t prepared. He witnessed a glimpse of the beast who wanted to pretend to be human. As Gojo Satoru was a human pretending to be a monster, Zarina was a monster pretending to be a human. Naturally, it was up to debate, but Nanami deserved to know how far she could go. He could deny her, hate her, but she will not stop. 

“I don’t care if I’m being seen as good or bad. The only thing I care about is the safety of those I care about. If I have to kill the very ones who said that saving Satoru is a crime, I will do it without batting an eyelash.” Sokolova then gets up from her chair, twirling a knife in her hand with all too much ease. Her golden eyes are too cold and too bitter, they are apathetic before those who would crawl and beg for forgiveness. However, her gaze softens immensely as she looks at Nanami. “Don’t worry, I’ll make everything go smoothly. Knowing the history between Satoru and Suguru Geto, I will ensure that body will be destroyed without making Satoru raise a hand against someone he cared about. If you have a request, Kento, tell me now.”

[athailandsquid]

athailandsquid - crash out + @Genesis @UnknownUser

Somewhere in the world two unloved souls crash out.

Genni Ma: ill be here for you.. if i ever hurt you it would hurt me and i would die...

UnknownUser: i have never felt something like this before. its unreal...

Genni Ma: you never felt real love... they didnt give that to you... i want too.

UnknownUser: i dont know what chances are anymore.

Genni Ma: lets learn how to love... together, chance what they didnt give us. what we deserved...

set scene,

a talented young man skims through various records and samples, a dusty vinyl catches his eye, heart beating suspense,

the record sounds,

soft, warm, boyish,

misunderstood,

feminine, sweet, motherly.

the young man hits replay once,

an angelic voice sings to him,

dark and mysterious voice,

the voice speaks,

"you make everything better for me when things are so wrong, a world so broken in a world so dark"

the voice reaches his ears,

captivating,

who is this person,

questioning,

marmalade honey, all to himself,

making room for one more,

hes never considered it,

making room,

being held by a soft loving soul,

this time its different, this time,

its raw and real, shorty likes him,

thai culture, black culture,

mixed emotions, robbed of happy,

both of them damaged, before,

all culture is real culture, cultivated,

bottle of hennessy on his nightstand,

his mixed feelings, signals clear, scary,

is it real tell us,

magic or fantasy,

genesis yells across the world,

"lets love deeper than anything they ever could, reinvent what that word stands for...",

fade to black,

set scene,

genesis sees a woman throw a black bag onto the floor discarding, alluring,

reaching into the bag,

out of curiosity, destiny,

genesis pulls out a damaged doll,

damaged, torn, ripped, cut to pieces,

lonely and desperate to feel loved,

genesis takes the doll home and flips off the car driving away, smirking,

switch scene, at his home,

whether it was out of compassion,

or whether it was out love,

genesis began to stitch his wounds,

stitch by stitch, sewing ayzn back,

she found beauty in his flaws,

the unconditional affection, enormous,

*kodak black plays in the backround*

stitch by stitch, delicate procedure,

like a mother loves her children,

attention to detail, handling with care,

jenny ma begins to do a ritual, dark,

chanting voodoo to bring his soul back, a desperate attempt to resurrect ayzn back to life, candle lit room,

genesis wearing black silk pajamas,

silk panties underneath, amulet,

chanting, chanting, chanting,

"Ade due Damballa [Au Damballa tout-puissant]. Donnez-moi le pouvoir, je vous en supplie! Leveau mercier du bois chaloitte. Secoise entienne mais pois de morte. Morteisma lieu de vocuier de mieu vochette. Endenlieu pour du boisette Damballa! Endenlieu pour du boisette Damballa! Endenlieu pour du boisette Damballa!!!"

genesis looks down at the dolls body,

no movement, doll motionless,

she frowns and yells,

"AWAKE!...AWAKE! AWAKE!!!.." - genesis

looking at the voodoo book, throws it,

"well isnt that a croc of shit..." - genesis

two souls were bonded that day,

the doll indeed come to life,

she just didnt know, oblivious

at that very moment, genesis,

had become the,

bride of Unknown.

"i would go great lengths to restore you, show you what real family is, what real love is" - jenny ma

[slapplebees]

hi @schmoft 🩷 i search in conversation-ed to relearn some things and here's what i found:

1) Jasmine does get her body back; she spawns back in her old body, and fully loses her mother's body and the plush lamb doll she kept part of her soul in.

it's devastating, and you made a really beautiful grief metaphor about it that hit me like a truck. basically she gets her old body back and her soul fits in it and she can use magic again and breathe and feel alive but she hasn't felt farther from her mother and that feels like dying you're fucked up for that !!

that really only tells me i have to get rid of the blonde wig on pinkgoat Jasmine after she resurrects on the ppt so i'll go do that grill don't you worry

2) we got into a discussion about house demons and posession, and with the new lore that the house demons Batch A had a weaker spell and Batch B had a stronger one, i am spinning in a little tub of water so let me explain:

Batch A had a weaker connection to their humans so Jasmine escaped easily but has had to work so so hard for the past centuries to maintain her stupid weak bond to her mother and keep her mother's body intact and not fucking melting so she desperately takes the drugs and whatever else she can to do so. and maybe she's stuck in a loop of not wanting to look in the mirror to see her mother's face slightly wearing down and melting through the centuries but also wanting to so badly because how else is she ever gonna see her again she is literally wearing her face

in general, escaped Batch A demons are worse for wear, a lot sicker, and less likely to survive without a proper body but Jasmine fucking made it Work because she Has To.

Batch B demons have a stronger connection, which is harder to break but more stable after the demon has escaped

so for Mr. Potter, his escape was hard-won and brutal, but he's generally less sickly than Jasmine and less dependent on the drugs which is how he survived Out of Town in his stolen body (also, i guess he used to live Out of Town so he has experience weathering it out there good for him-)

meanwhile Mallory's soul is bound to Matthew so strongly and it's worse they're friends so there's some Love there too (normal levels!!) and like we see in Ch1 the bond is strong enough Mallory can touch Matthew here and there and he hates it he hates it it's awful and horrible

anyway if either of them knew about the Batch A & B thing, Jasmine would so want Batch B's spell if only to keep her mother with her (not realizing that means her mother's death would have to be awful and deliberate and not a slow but quiet death like she had, Which means Jasmine would have to kill her which would be her first real actual kill since attempting to kill her brother and herself for the "greater good" which really just sounds like damn she has an awful track record of having and finding reasons to kill her family wow maybe she is an awful person but that's the Heavenly Virtue speaking maybe she hasn't fully unlearned all that), and Mallory would want Batch A's spell because it would make pushing Matthew away so much easier (not realizing it would be trivially easy to kill Matthew and if he ever did accidentally break out and take Matthew's body he'd die pretty easily AND yeah he'd have Matthew's body but at that point there'd be no bringing him back and if he failed to maintain the body with pills etc. he'd watch his friend melt and he can't bear to do that)

anyway none of this matters it's all just something something they have what the other (theoretically) wants but they don't know that. but I Know That. also be careful what you wish for, ALSO Jasmine's bond to her mother and Mallory's bond to Matthew are both strong and as important to the characters: one's familial and one's platonic, but both are at a certain point self-destructive as hell idk maybe it's not just kitsunes who are allowed to be super mega insane and it's knocking around in my head

if Jasmine and Mallory ever met that would be Crazy but they would definitely not and that's a good thing good for them i will now eat a single polvoron made out of dyed gym chalk goodbye thank you for letting yourself get isekai'd

[ash-etherwood]

I HAVE MADE ART AGAIN (Not x der zeit related so bear with me)

these guys are ooold vampire ocs from around 2010 or 2011 and last year i reread the few chapters of the story i made up for them and decided to completely redo everything and make new desings and all. i obsessively crafted a story for them for a few weeks, then forgot about them again for a year, and finally scanned them a few months ago, spinning the story some more and yeah. here we are. they are nothing more than a thought playground for me, i dont think ill ever write something with them but i like to play with them in my brain like little dolls. :3

as stated its a vampire story and the new titel is selfish monsters (which i made up on the spot admittedly lol but i kinda dig it) its generally about a little found family of vampires and humans who hunt and kill vampires they deem 'dangerous' (as in they kill recklessly or especially unethically yeah i know its a whole moral disaster). one day elaine, the leader of the group, encounters a comatose vampire boy and takes him in, waiting for him to wake up, and when he does almost 10 years later, he has no idea who he is or how he got into a coma and everyone tries to help him find out what the fuck is happening. yeah and from this point on, shenanigangs ensue. (^:

refs!!!!!

anne is one of the mentioned human vampire hunters of the group. she is an orphan and was taken in as a teenager by elaine when she lost her mom to a vampire who targeted sex workers. she swore revenge on said vampire and well …. got it in the end i guess. u_u anne is impulsive and witty but hides a lot of insecurities from being bullied as a teenager for … pretty much everything. being poor, being fat, having a single mom who did sex work, it was a whole thing. she is VERY opposed to the idea of being turned and made it very clear that when she dies she wants to STAY dead and guess how that works out,,

chris(topher) is the coma boy who doesnt remember who he is, where hes from, and who turned him and why, he doesnt even know how old he is, but after a while he finds out he was killed and turned by a cult leader in the late 70s whose goal was to resurrect jesus, but he disturbed the ritual and got into a fight with said cult leader which almost killed him again (undead version) but he fell into a coma instead. chris is filled to the brim with catholic guilt and bisexuality and cant stop helping people in danger. </3 (and biting lucas) he is also immune to crucifixes because his cult tortured each other so much with them that they became numb to the pain they inflict on them which yaaay!

lorelay is elaines best friend/right hand/girlfriend/soulmate/secret fith thing and she is a bitch ass tsundere goth girl who secretly cares about her shitty human brat sibling a lot and prides herself in being unnecessarily cruel. she is responsible for 'aquiring food' because elaine and chris both dont like to think about the fact that they have to kill to survive. she is the oldest vampire in the group, being turned in the early 1600s by an evil abbess who liked to collect pretty girls like dolls. if she is concerned for you she will throw you against a wall and yell at you. lovingly.

lucas is another human vampire hunter who got kicked out by his shitty dad for being trans and got picked up by elaine in the streets. hes a pretentious asshole who struggles with being nice, is annes best friend (later boyfriend), and acts insanely rude towards chris when he first wakes up, later discovering he just had a giant crush on him and didnt know how to act upon it,, he is incredibly horny for vampires and wants to be turned sooo bad or just bitten a lot please oh god somebody bite him and rip his clothes off and hhjassdjdgq,, he is a problem boy.

elaine is the group leader and and cant walk past an abandoned teenager without adopting them, sadly. she feels immense guilt about being a vampire and constantly tries to straighten it out by doing good things and helping people, hates thinking about what it means to kill to survive, and at the same time feels SO much anger towards humanity and surpresses her rage all the time which is. not good. she needs help tbh.

last but not least, magdalene the 2000-year-old-died-at-16 undead cult leader herself, who wants to resurrect jesus by stealing reliquaries from all over the world and performing a wittle necromancy on them,,, maggie says she just wants to bring back the messiah to free humankind but she actually. well. knew mr. christ personally in real life and misses him and doesnt know how to make other friends so. time to start a cult. <3 when getting new people for her cult, she targets already christian people in their late teens/early 20s and later assigns them the name of an apostle. everytime one of them dies, she find another one to fill their role. (chris was judas btw. it came as a real shock when he betrayed her. (^: ) she also kills anne which more or less forces chris to turn her to save her life because he couldnt stand the thought of losing her and well. its a whole thing.

yeah that was only a FRACTION of the extrensive vampire lore and story i have spun for them already but. if you have any questions i would love to be normal about them. :3c

[grimgrinninggoth]

I LOVE DOING THESE SORTS OF THINGS OH MY GOLLY :3

Here r my answers :>

•Vincent Vaude was my first LDD but I did get Lamenta in the same week as him. I got them about a year and a half ago.

•I found out about them from scrolling on eBay. I was trying to collect BeGoth dolls at the time but I came accross a living dead doll and thought that they were so much cuter as well as cheaper.

•I have two favorites because i genuinely can’t choose. Ernest Lee rotten is my favorite boy and Morgana is my favorite girl. I display them together on my special spider shelf.

• My dream doll was Morgana for a long time, but now that I have her it’s probably Gregory from series 14. He was released around when I was born and we have the same name.

• the lost. She was sealed in box and was like 120 I’m p sure.

• Larmés de Sang. She was 10 dollars and in rlly great condition

•probably Angus Littlrot. He’s so cute. I actually got him because I ship him with another doll that I have, but he’s very adorable on his own.

•I hate Tina pink actually. Her design is so plain and I just don’t like it at all. Something just looks really off about her face too. And mine’s hair falls out every time I move her, so I prefer to not touch her.

• I do own quite a few rare ones. Morgana, the lost, and greed have rlly shot up in price. They were my most expensive dolls.

•ooooohhhhhh I actually have quite a few ships for the LDDs. A few of them are

Hook x Unwilling donor

Morgana x Ernest Lee Rotten

Sadie x Sin

Gluttony x Lust

The Lost x Angus Littlrot

Rose x Violet

Evangeline x Vincent Vaude

And prob a lot more these r just the ones I remember lols

• I personally display them out of box because if I’m gonna have them, then I need to pick them up and play with them.

• honest, I don’t really care about wether or not the doll comes with the box. However, if they don’t have all of their accessories then it’s a dealbreaker.

• all of my dolls are in really good condition. I usually only buy them if they’re in decent shape.

•I currently own 10. 7 girls, 3 boys.

• I think the ‘presents’ dolls are really hit or miss for me. I just really think that they need to start making the series again, and not just putting out these.

• I have quite a few that id wanna see.

Phantom/Erik and Christine Daee

Candyman

Dr. Franknfurter

A set of hitchhiking ghosts

Jekyll and Hyde

Emily and Victor

• I think they look kind of weird. I’m not really a fan of the big heads and glass eyes. Also might be a bit of a hot take but they’re lowkey overpriced too.

• I’d really like to see Morgana and Greed get resurrections. I think they should start making those again.

• I don’t like Dee K. I think that she looks like this emoji 🤓☝️. I don’t like that ugly little scarecrow whose name i forgot either.

•No. But I really want to. Every time I go to the thrift I have my eyes peeled for them.

•Angus, Wolfgang, Evangeline, Ernest, and Vincent are my underrated babies who I love so much. I think that they deserve more attention, cus I barely see people talk about them. I also think maggot is really really overrated. Like she’s cute I guess, but no damn way I’m paying 300 dollars for her.

•I’m excellent at remembering names. Especially of the ones that I have.

•yes! I do make lore for them. When I do I usually try to expand their already existing lore, and connect it with other dolls.

• yes, I do take pics of them.

•my sister really likes them, and so do most of my friends. My mom says that they’re ’creepily adorable’. I do have a friend that is scared if them though.

•I brought Angus and The Lost on vacation with me once and I took them out in the airport.

•about a year and a half

•they are the main dolls i collect. I do have a few funko pops and a monster high. I collect mostly living dead dolls and haunted mansion memorabilia.

•just a few days ago. Morgana is the most recent edition to my collection.

•no not really. I just get the ones I like.

• if I had the power to change anything about LDDs, it’d have to be the existence of the doll Dahlia. She’s based off the infamous Black Dahlia case, I I think that it’s just really fucked up and not ok how an actual real life human who was murdered got turned into a Knick Knack.

•yes I am alternative, goth to be specific

I’m bored so here’s a list of questions for Living Dead Dolls collectors bc there’s not too much LDD content on here 🥲 (you don’t have to answer all of these!! Just answer whatever you want!)

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•First Living Dead Doll?

•How did you first learn of LDDS?

•Favorite LDD you own?

•Your dream LDD?

•Which LDD did you pay the most for?

•Which LDD did you pay the least for?

•Is there a doll you ended up liking a lot more than you initially thought you would?

•Is there a LDD you regret getting?

•Do you own a rare LDD or one that has shot up in price?

•Do you pair up any dolls in your mind? (Shipping or otherwise)

•Do you display them in box or out of box?

•If you buy them second hand do they have to come with the box, death certificate, and accessories? Or are you fine with just the doll?

•Own any in bad condition? Have any that came second hand that you had to fix up?

•How many LDDs do you own?

•Opinion on the ‘Presents’ dolls?

•Do you have any characters you’d like to see as a LDD one day?

•Opinion on the new LDDS that can bend their arms and legs?

•Which doll(s) would you like to see get a resurrection?

•Least favorite LDD you’ve seen?

•Have you seen LDDs for sale irl?

•Is there a doll that is generally unpopular that you love? Is there a popular doll you don’t get the hype for?

•Are you good at remembering their names without looking at the chipboards/etc?

•Do you make up lore for them? Or do you not think of that kinda stuff/are fine with their poems being their only ‘lore’?

•Do you take pictures of them?

•What do the people around you irl think of them?

•Have you ever taken one or more with you in public?

•How long have you been in the fandom?

•What other dolls do you collect along with them?

•When did you last buy a LDD?

•Do you notice any common themes in the LDDS you collect? (For example maybe you collect mostly the boy dolls or ones that are more on the goth side)

•Is there anything you’d change about LDDS if you could? Is there anything you wish the people behind LDDS would do differently?

•Do you urself dress alternatively? (Asking this because LDDs tend to attract the goth crowd 🦇)

[yikestripes]

Green Green Dress Part 1

Riff x fem!reader

inspired by “green green dress” from tick tick boom by jonathan larson. part 2 to follow shortly :)

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You hummed to yourself as you started buttoning up the back of your dress, admiring yourself in the mirror. You smiled slyly at your reflection as you pulled and fussed at your hair for a moment, satisfied after a few pulls.

Somewhere upstairs you heard a door shut and male voices going back and forth in an excited manner. You were quiet for a second, listening.

“I don’t know man!” You heard a familiar voice saying.

“Come on, Riff. Youse known this girl our entire lives. I don’t know what the big deal is,” Tony responded. “The worst that can happen is she doesn’t feel that way about you.”

“Yeah I hear ya but it’s like I said, I’m a loudmouth that doesn’t know when to shut it. It’s all fine when it’s the Jets or even the Sharks but with her, I get all clammed up and start stutterin. I’ve never been that way before! Even with Grazi…” He trailed off after he said Grazi’s name.

You shook your head and adjusted your necklace. There was another dance going on at the gym tonight and you were determined to have fun. Lately, you just couldn’t get the tall wavy haired boy out of your head. You’d been friends with him forever and were distantly happy when he had started going with Grazi, but it was uncharacteristically difficult for you to not feel a little jealous.

You’d known Riff just as long as you had known Tony and had always been very close with both boys. In the last few years though, something had changed between you and Riff. It was unexplainable, but you knew there was something different; you just couldn’t put your finger on it.

Tonight, you were determined to push Riff out of your head and enjoy the time you got with your friends, with Tony, with the Jets. Your newfound truce with the Sharks was the cause for the dance tonight, a deal you had helped Riff and Tony to settle with Bernardo only a few days ago after there was another death as a result of a stupid rumble. Poor Baby John.

The sudden resurrection of the conversation took you out of your thoughts.

“You and Grazi broke up 6 months ago, Riff, because YOU dumped her,” You imagined Tony in Riff’s face, poking his finger into his chest. Tony did that every time he got frustrated and wanted to get his point across more substantially, to Riff especially.

“Whatevah, Ton. I may be unable to tell the lovely lady how I feel, but I’m not in nearly as much trouble as you is. You have your eye on that Maria girl, and we both know how Bernardo feels about you, anyhow. You better watch yourself.” The boys had moved from the kitchen so your ability to hear them had all but vanished. It was the voice that appeared behind you that startled the hell out of you.

“Mija, you look beautiful.” Valentina’s sudden appearance behind you caused you to jump. You smiled softly.

“Thank you. If it weren’t for you givin me a job here, I woulda never been able to afford it.” Valentina simply shook her head and took your hands in her own.

“Nonsense. It made more sense to have your help, Tony and I could not have run the entire store without your help. Besides, you were the one who stopped that stealing problem,” She replied with an arched eyebrow.

You pulled away, unable to contain your small smile. It was easier than it sounded; Riff would pretty much do anything you asked without hesitation; within reason, of course. It didn’t stop his angry fiery desire to beat the shit out of everything in his way.

After a while, it was easier to lecture him until he stopped listening as you cleaned his cuts and made sure he hadn’t broken anything. He would never go to a hospital for anything, so you became the personal nurse of the Jets. Riff in particular. He was known for looking for trouble and found it at almost every turn, which fueled his vendetta against the world.

“Holy cannoli, Doll. You sure look nice,” Riff looked bewildered as he slowly descended the stairs, staring at you in a way he never had before. Not that you noticed before, anyway.

You grinned and gave a little twirl. A sly grin crossed his face. Tony was right behind him.

“Lookin’ good, kiddo,” Tony remarked. You gave a little curtsey.

“You kids be good tonight, I do not want to hear about any funny business!” Valentina said, giving a harsh look to Riff. He put his hands up in mock surrender.

“I won’t be doin’ nothing, Senorita. Just enjoying the dance like everybody else.” Riff grabbed your hand and gave you a twirl. You couldn’t help but giggle as your dress fanned out around you. Riff smiled to himself as he watched you dance around the room. He loved you more every day and it only got worse in moments like these, where you were just so unapologetically yourself and so carefree. He felt guilty that his burning anger had caused you to constantly keep your eye on him so that he wouldn’t do anything that was totally unforgivable or unable to be fixed.

It was definitely something that he was working on, but it was still a large part of him that he could not always contain. You were never so upset with him, though, that it couldn’t be worked out. That was another thing he was so grateful to both you and Tony and the Jets for. He may have been a screw up, but he did feel like he had a place in the world with you two and the Jets.

“Are youse ready to go?” Tony asked, shrugging his coat on. You looked to Riff and smiled. “I am if you are!” You said. Riff gave a curt nod and took off up the stairs.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Valentina called after you. You flashed a grin and ran out the door.

[hello-vampire-kitty]

Servamp chapter 122 translation "Who fell off the wall?"

READ CHAPTER HERE.

Although it was a short chapter it still gave me some problems regarding some dialogue which was difficult to determine just who were the subjects and had me wondering "Ok, but how did it get to this?"

Okay, so on the 2nd page I wrote another translation that was based on the words in kanji.

壁の上から落ちた卵 (彼) を王様 (だれも)でも元には戻せない。

As you can see the intended readings were 彼 "him" for the word in kanji 卵 meaning "egg" and だれも which is no one/nobody in this context because we have a verb in the negative form, it would have been everyone/anyone otherwise and the word in kanji is 王様 "king".

The name of Mikuni's ability "Coppelius Coppelia" is based on a ballet and you should read the story to see how it relates to the plot, because it has to do with the plan of resurrecting the Count. There is a part in the story where Dr. Coppelius, the doll maker who made Coppelia, wants to bring her to life and he needs a human sacrifice, which we already know that the entire city of Tokyo is planned to be sacrificed for the resurrection ritual and Tsurugi will become the vessel. The other reading of Mikuni's ability, I found it adapted as "Brutal Love", which might be a reference to the work of Samura Hiroaki. It's an artbook that features some disturbing depictions. I only saw a few illustrations but what I can say about "Brutal Love", is that this might connected to Lily. Everything that he does is for Misono, even if he might display yandere behavior, hence why his love can also be "brutal". However, it might also apply to Mikuni because he also wants best for Misono even though he's doing some crazy stuff.

Okay, so pages 7 and 8 is where I had problems. First of all, let's start with the fact that, we now know the name of Mikuni's mom and that's Kiriko 姫莉子. The first kanji in her name means princess.

What was troublesome was figuring out how Kiriko got Abel because Mikuni mentions how C3 purchased some items and some of them came into the possession of his mom. Note, I'm saying items, plural because it's ambiguous and the words he uses don't seem to refer to Abel specifically, so I assume he was talking about more items.

We learn that Abel was a prototype made by Youtarou (the boy from Nagano). It's a mystery if Mikuni actually met him...

Okay, so according to Mikuni, his mother was disappointed to find out that the doll wasn't a gift from Mikado. What I speculate is that Kiriko could have found the doll and assumed Mikado bought it for her. When confronted about it, Mikado could have told her that it was for her and that there was no harm in letting her keep it, at least he would know where it is and it made his wife happy. We are told about "confiscated magical items". So, was Mikado and maybe other members of C3, like maybe the Tsukimitsu family, given items to be in charge of, as in to look after them.

Kiriko somehow finds out about this (I can assume that Lily might have told her, we don't if she knows much about C3) and her disappointment must have been over the fact that the doll wasn't a genuine gift from her husband. Again, I assume that maybe Lily knew about it and he told Mikuni how Kiriko was sad about how the doll wasn't a gift.

I hope I made sense ;;

By the way, I read a tweet on Tanaka's twitter and it's possible that there might be additional pages to this chapter in the 19th volume that will be released on October 27th.

[bestbonnist]

Yes I love over-explaining things! I don't know what you're confused about so I'll start with the basic premise and keep going deeper.

Back in the present era, Yuuki started a company before he died called Kaibara which was dedicated to researching/developing knocker-related technology which was supposed to allow humans to choose whether or not they have a knocker and make it easier for knockers and humans to live together peacefully. Five hundred years later, Kaibara is now a mega corporation that has the authority of a government and a religion. At some point Kaibara merged with the Guardians even though Mizuha tried to disband them.

Kaibara's main product is their tag-chips, which are the form knockers take now. Getting them implanted is opt out, not opt in, and anyone who doesn't have one literally gets thrown out with the trash. Tag-chips can "make any wish come true!"™ so they're basically doing Fushi's job of making the world peaceful for them. The whole idea is that Kaibara has gone and done what Fushi and the knockers were talking about doing in the present era, which is make everyone's dreams a reality. And it kind of sucks.

Kaibara runs on a five-star system. It's basically like online ratings. Everyone can give "reviews" to other people that bump them up or down. A person's status depends on their stars, with five-star people being employed at Kaibara and one-star people being outcast from society. So whether or not you can get everything you want like they say depends on whether you've got stars or not. One way to jump to five stars is to catch one of the immortals. No one's supposed to bother Fushi because everyone knows about them now and believes they're a god, but their friends are supposed to be wicked people who tricked them. But whenever someone manages to capture one (usually Tonari) they'll just take poison and let Fushi resurrect them somewhere else. So Kaibara and the immortals have been stuck in a stalemate for a really long time.

Kaibara also had thirty-two Mizuha clones that they kept in a lab. They were creating these clones in an attempt to "bring a certain woman back to life" (probably Hayase, but not confirmed). Other than that, we don't know what kind of research the clones were doing, we just know that they were all killed over eight years ago. Whether the thirty-second clone was killed with the rest of them is the subject of much debate. Her tag-chip says that she's dead, and we've seen her dead body in a flashback, but one of the other characters believes she's still alive.

The biggest mystery of Kaibara is who their leader is. Even Kaibara employees on the ground don't really know what's happening. But Bon went exploring as a ghost, and found out that Kaibara headquarters is some sort of tree which produces human bodies and survives by consuming human flesh. It's strongly implied that one of the bodies growing in the tree has the knocker who was friends with Yuuki and Fushi in the present era inside of it. Other than that, we don't know anything about what its purpose is.

Right now Kaibara and the immortals are both trying to find the sphere. Kaibara's been looking for it for the past eight years, and Fushi and the others just want to get to it first so that Kaibara doesn't have that power in their hands. Fushi's also thinking of using the sphere's power to grant their friends' wishes again. But that plot-line's kind of been on the back-burner for a while because the story's more focused on the Mizuha clones right now.

Our main protagonist in this arc is the doll, who has lost her memories and whose origins are unknown. Things we know about the doll so far (this list is non-exhaustive, it's just everything I can think of that's important):

She was unconscious for eight years before the arc started.

She has 32's tag-chip around her neck.

When she's unconscious she sees snippets of the memories that she's forgotten.

She's been modified to have super strong punches.

At one point, she was 32's doll.

She produces human brainwaves.

She's in love with Abel.

At the time I'm writing this, the most recent chapter basically confirms that the doll has 32's memories inside her. How? Why? We don't know. But we'll find out.

Two more important characters new to this arc: Abel and Andy Day. Abel was born without a tag-chip, so he'll die of a heart disease in less than a year. Abel was friends with 32 when he was a kid, and also interacted with the doll. He believes that 32 is still alive and he was the one who gave the doll her tag-chip in the first place. How he got a hold of her tag-chip is also unclear. Andy is an eight year old kid who accidentally captured Tonari, became a Kaibara employee with five stars, and went on a power trip. Fushi and their friends were able to remove his tag-chip so he's no longer a threat and take him back with them, so now both Abel and Andy are sort of on the immortals' side. Temporarily. Abel is mostly on the doll's side, Andy has the moral backbone of an eclair but he loves his brother and has a crush on Tonari.

Something else important: the perspective of this arc is divided about 70/30 between the doll and Fushi, which stands out because Fushi is usually the one the story follows. When we do see things presented from their perspective, they often reveal a crucial bit of information that the other characters don't know. Based on this, it's likely that Fushi is more involved in what happened to 32 and the rest of the clones than they let on.

There are a lot of questions and very little answers. But I hope that gave you a better idea of what we do and don't know. So, ahem. What is the purpose of this arc within the greater story?

Fushi's longest-standing dream has been to "make everyone else's dreams come true." Fushi also shares this dream with the knockers who've been trying to come up with ways to make Paradise—the world with none of the physical constraints of reality that people go to when they die—on earth. The knockers want to remove pain and suffering, and if they can't take humans away from suffering, they'll take the suffering away.

To Your Eternity has already established that in this universe, experience is what makes people people. Fushi experiences painful and happy things, and they develop into a human. The knockers avoid these experiences, so they're not human—but the ones who come down to earth end up getting attached to their bodies or becoming afraid of death. So the question is: if pain and suffering are a part of human development, what happens when they get removed? Should they even be removed in the first place? If Fushi does find the sphere, what will they do with it?

i love the to your eternity cyberpunk arc so much but i will be damned if i actually understand with substance wtf is actually going on. feel free to overexplain it to me.

[parent-to-lgbt-kids]

Sibling Lord Reader-

I had this idea after I had finished the game and thinking all of the lords deserved better so why not give them some happiness with a reader who’s a child. I just love them all so much and they all need some love~

Hope y’all enjoy~

TW: Just a little bit of talk of gore but nothing too extreme.

~Lady Dimitrescu~

Dimitrescu was very neutral and quite annoyed by the fact that Mother Miranda had recruited another lord to the family.

She was more than surprised to see you, a simple child, as the new lord that Miranda picked.

You instantly reminded her of her daughters from how small and young you were.

She quickly became very overprotective of you, taking you in and making sure that nobody hurt you.

She was slow to introduce you to her daughters though, not knowing how they would react to the new young lord.

They absolutely loved you whenever you were persistent to meet them, quickly becoming great friends even though they were quite overwhelming at first.

Dimitrescu was more than happy to see you interacting so well with his daughters, happy to allow her daughters to run their energy someone younger than herself

Dimitrescu is like a big BIG sister to you, one to always go to if you have problems but never one to go if you have not problems as she will just tell you to kill them. “The best man is a dead man” she tells you.

“If that man thing touches a single hair of their head, I will rip him apart and scatter his body parts like Rosemary!”

Mess with her little Sugar-Plum, she’ll mess with your face.

Calls you lots of cute little nicknames that are elegant. (Ex; Sugar-Plum, Honey-Bun, Little one, etc etc)

You like to call her “Dimi” and “Lady” and sometimes “Ali” if you’re feeling upset. Her daughters have grown to calling her these nicknames as well which means she heard all these nicknames for herself and she thinks it’s adorable that you and her daughters bounce off of each other.

-Salvatore Moreau-

Moreau was more than ecstatic to find out that there would be another lord added to their family.

He was happy to know he would have another sibling added to the mix.

He didn’t really care that you turned out to be a child, he was an instant fan of you.

He was very scared that you would be frightened or even disgusted by his form but he was so happy when you told him how cool he looked.

He was slow to show you his place, knowing how dangerous and easy it was to get lost in.

When he finally showed you; you were more than happy to look around and see the place. He even showed you himself as a fish which you thought was super cool.

He was more than happy to help you move into your own estate in the village whenever you simply said that you had a lot of stuff.

Moreau is like a younger brother to you, he might be older but he acts so much like a little brother than you are more than willing to call him Lil’ Bro.

“That Ethan better not hurt my little one, he’s no more if he does.”

He, unsurprisingly, calls you a lot of fish nicknames and sometimes kinda disgusting nicknames but you adore it. (Ex; Slime-Ball, Little Carp, Small Trout, etc etc)

You like to call him “Fishy” or “Goopy” and he loves both of them very much and will fight anyone who says otherwise.

>Karl Heisenberg<

Heisenberg is more than unwilling to meet the new lord Miranda had allowed into their “family” and had been another failure for the resurrection for her own daughter but was forced to go.

He didn’t expect you to be so young, let alone so small and innocent looking. He immediately felt the need to save you and hopefully get you away from Mother Miranda before she could damage you.

He doesn’t let it show though, making you think you have to prove yourself to him for him to like you.

You are more than determined to do that which makes him like you even more, pushing you to your limits but always being there when you crash.

He would kill anyone who would try to hurt you, even if it meant any of his machines.

Speaking of his machines, he rarely allows you to wonder his factory because he doesn’t want you to get lost or hurt.

Heisenberg refuses to admit that he sees himself as a big brother to you but the second you call him Big Bro Heisen, his tough exterior with melt away and he will gush over you.... In a manly way, of course

“No I don’t care if Ethan goes after the young lord...” “Ethan shot at them” “He shot at my little Monster!? That son of a bitch is dead when I see him!”

He adores giving you nicknames, not harmful nicknames like the others but actually sweet ones because he refuses to call you a mean name unless someone is trying to accuse him of liking you. (Ex; little Monster, Cute little Machine, Monster Mayham, etc etc)

You call him “Big Bro Heisen” a lot but you’ll sometimes switch to calling him just “Heisen”.

*Donna and Angie Beneviento*

Donna was quite nervous about hearing about the new lord to join their family, hoping that they would be kind and not always at their throats with someone else like Heisenberg and Dimitrescu. Angie on the other hand was more than excited to meet the new member, hoping to be friends with them.

They were both shocked to find out you were a child, so young and sweet looking but a little frightened of Angie. All the terrifying things around you and you found the possessed doll frightening.

You were quick to warm up to Donna since she was nice and calm but it took you a while to warm up to Angie.

When you did warm up to Angie, you were always around her and Donna. Playing with all the dolls in their house and even helping them make new ones.

You’re mostly over the Beneviento residence more than any others because it’s the safest place for a young child to be, mostly because you would stay in one spot to play with Angie and the other dolls.

Donna became almost like a motherly sibling type of attitude towards you since Mother Miranda wasn’t much of a mother. Angie, on the other hand, was more of a playful sister to you. They both loved you none the less.

“Don’t touch my baby doll, Ethan Winters! I’ll kill you if you do!”

Nicknames, they’ve got one. Baby Doll, all the time. They both agree that it’s the best nickname and they love the way you light up when they call you Baby Doll.

You call Donna “Shadow” because of her black clothing and veil. You call Angie “Ann” because she pretends to like it since you were so cute when you came up with it.