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flingcat16 · 4 months ago

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Depth (PART 1)

HI UH...... SPLATOON OC LORE???? YES?????

This took WAY TOO LONG. This was a few month project of planning, revisiting, re-writing, adjusting, proofreading, all of that author/writer nonsense when writing, yet It's DEFINITELY not perfect in the slightest. I tried to explain some background lore for my ocs without spoiling story. It's very scuffed, but I did my best.

Certain bits of dialogue will be color coded to make them easier to understand. The names in the prologue will be color coded with their respective color. There are also a few other things to note.

Italics used in a block of text are thoughts.

EXAMPLE:

"Woah, really?" ___ thought with shock, "I can think?"

Lines of italic dialogue separated completely are long distance communications.

EXAMPLE:

"Where are you?"

"I'm still at the store, idiot."

"Oh, right."

As I stated before, some radio/long distance communication conversations will be color coded depending on the characters speaking. I ran out of colors to use eventually, so I did what I could to separate voices while still following the code.

I hope you all like what I wrote

Enjoy.

WORD COUNT: 25,198 Words TOTAL (Two posts)

PART ONE

“Blythe!”

A faint but audibly distorted voice.

“Blythe! Hey!”

Can be heard through disorientation.

“No… No!”

A slight bitterness in the darkness.

“Please Blythe!”

Familiar now… The voice is clear.

“Wake up!”

It’s always been rough for those affected by Commander TarTar’s actions. Tens of thousands were sanitized and experimented on, possibly only a few thousand survived, if even that. One of said survivors being an octoling soldier by the name of Blythe Dusan, the nine thousand, nine hundred ninety ninth sanitized octoling. Blythe is a dark orange and dark magenta octoling with orange and purple eyes, and she was kidnapped by some of Commander TarTar’s sanitized after being exiled by her squad for treason. She was only partially sanitized, and was aware and kept her free will the entirety of the time she was trapped in the Deep Sea Metro, right up until TarTar was killed. Her entire left half was sanitized.

Akuji Vendetta, an octoling whose profession is within the high ranks of Grizzco Industries, found Blythe, who was twenty two at the time, on the outskirts of Splatsville after moving there, taking her in to help her readapt to society. The journey was rough for Blythe, but Akuji, her brother, and her friends helped keep Blythe afloat and thriving.

They had named themselves the “Depths” some time ago, and Blythe became their newest member with the name of Hadal.

A released prisoner quickly disappeared mysteriously upon release years prior to Blythe’s reintroduction to society, his sudden disappearance causing concern and rumors to spike up around Splatsville and Inkopolis. No one knew where he went, and some others began disappearing soon after, most notably Sanitized individuals. This alarmed the Depths, as they knew that Blythe was half sanitized, and decided to start working on protective measures. A new communication system was organized and created by Volt Splatna, the husband of Forest Vendetta, Akuji’s older brother. The group also developed better ability upgrades on their gear with the help of Blitz Splatna, Volt’s older sister.

Then came the day of training and testing, a distance into the outskirts of Splatsville; the only location open at the time.

Blythe’s eyes snapped open, her lungs heaving as she coughed, her ears ringing. She laid on her side, curled up a bit from how she landed after an inkstrike. Her body was shaking, her vision was blurred, and her limbs were weak. She couldn’t move after her lungs finally stopped heaving and coughing, the pain truly setting in. A burning, stinging pain. Sharp and deep. A rugged feeling in and around the wounds she was now painfully aware of. The dirt and ink below her and the ink splotches in the air splashed over her skin, finding its way into her wounds. The rocks under her jammed into the side that she laid on as the burning worsened from the ink in her wounds.

The sky was dark, the clouds dim and dull. Despite her weakness, she felt a hand on her shoulder, gently shaking her as her hearing slowly began to clear.

“Blythe, please!” A desperate and broken voice, raspy and distraught in tone, “They’ll be on us again any moment!”

Blythe’s eyelids dropped nearly closed with exhaustion, leaving barely any visibility. Her throat was locked up from pain and she couldn’t speak, she could only groan softly in pain, telling the person with her that she was conscious again.

“Blythe..? Thank the Great Zapfish!” Their voice had a tinge of relief, “We’re out in the open, we have to go!”

Blythe tried to respond, nothing but pained cracks in her voice and small breathless groans came out.

“Shh… Save your remaining strength, Blythe.” The person with Blythe spoke quietly, gently pressing their fingers against her neck. Her pulse was faint, “Shit, you’re weak. There’s not much time.”

As Blythe’s hearing began to clear more, she could hear that she was practically in a warzone, yet she couldn’t remember why. She felt the person with her lift her under her shoulders and legs, being lifted up to the back of their shoulders.

“I’ll get us out of here, or at least buy us enough time.”

Blythe was finally able to recognize their voice. It was Blitz, a bright orange and blue inkling with mostly black clothes. She was wearing her usual mask over her eyes, the one she always did.

Blythe was completely limp, almost unable to even maintain her breathing, alive but barely. She felt a small smooth metal bit in her back, most likely Blitz’s Nautilus Splatling.

Blitz carefully carried Blythe into a building and behind cover, trying to remain low.

The gunfire began to die down. Not a good sign considering Blythe’s condition.

“Blitz!” Static. “Can you…-” Static. “-hear me?!”

Blitz knelt down behind a cracked wall, Blythe still on her shoulders, “I hear you.” She replied quietly, but loud enough for her small mic to pick up.

“What’s happening on…-” Static. “-your end?! Are you…-” Static. “-and Blythe okay?!”

“She’s barely alive, Volt. She’s conscious and breathing, but she’s unable to move on her own.” Blitz carefully took Blythe off her shoulders, gently lying her against the wall, “She’s in really bad shape, bound to splat nearly any second now. She was hit by an inkstrike.”

“Damn it!” Volt’s voice was clear now, the connection had solidified, “I heard and saw that inkstrike at your position, and I don’t hear any gunfire anymore. Are you two in a safe position?”

“No. They don’t know we’re here from what I can tell, but I have a feeling it won’t be long before we’re found.” Blitz took her earpiece out and brought it as close to her mouth as she could so it could still pick up her nearly silent speech, “Everyone else is probably down and out by now.” She placed the earpiece back into her ear.

“Stay where you are. I have your location pinpointed. I’ll patch into Forest’s communication and update him. We’ll get there as fast as possible. Lay low.” Volt’s audio cut out, nothing but silence.

Blitz shrunk down behind the wall, taking her splatling off her back. She looked over at Blythe, “You’ve been through enough Blythe… You didn’t need to stay with us through this…”

Despite Blythe’s weakness, she looked back at Blitz. Her gaze was pained and apologetic.

Blitz moved closer to Blythe, taking her mask off her eyes, “You should have run when you had the chance…” Her pale white gaze full of sorrow and worry, “If you go down, I’m going with you.” She heard the crunch of dirt and sticks just outside the building. She quickly pulled her mask back down, knowing their enemies were getting close. She silently charged her splatling, speaking still quietly, but full of anger and resentment, “Not without taking them with us.”

“Forest! I restored contact with Blitz and Blythe. Are you two okay?”

“We’re fine. Our attackers are retreating as we speak. We’re in the clear.”

“Good, but bad news. Blythe is in really bad condition. According to Blitz, Blythe was hit by an inkstrike. She’s barely able to breathe and can’t move on her own. Blitz was able to get them to safety for now, but they can’t hold on for long.”

“Damn it! Where are they right now? Can you trace their signals?”

“They’re a bit farther than one klick to my east right now.”

“Your east… Wait…”

“What?”

“That’s the direction they’re retreating to!”

“You can’t be serious!”

“They aren’t retreating at all! They’re going for Hadal!”

“Fuck! We have less time than I thought! Everything is clear on my end, I’m moving now!”

“Same for us, let’s go!”

Blitz held her guard, hearing footsteps all around her and Blythe. She stayed low and out of sight, keeping Blythe within her view at all times. She could hear the soldiers talking in another room, carefully eavesdropping.

“Anyone got eyes?”

“No sir.”

“Did any of you see where they went?!”

“No sir. Last we saw of them was before the inkstrike on their position.”

“Did you check the strike point?”

“Yes sir. Only our ink was left behind, no trace of extra pools, nor any gear from possible splats.”

“They must be still here then, keep searching!”

“Yes sir!”

“It won’t be long now. How can I know how many of them there are?!” Blitz grit her teeth, keeping her splatling charged, “Let alone where they are!”

“Blitz…” Blythe hissed quietly through her teeth.

“Blythe!” Blitz turned around to face Blythe, kneeling on the ground next to her, “Hey, save your strength damn it!” She hissed quietly.

“Take my gear…”

“What..?” Blythe’s words were punctuated with small, weak gasps, “You’ll stand… a better chance… with my gear too. I’m out. I can’t… I can’t help you…”

“How… How would you even defend yourself then?!”

“Do I look like… I even can… already..?” Blythe managed to get her hand to her mouth to silence her coughing, taking her hand away to see her hand full of ink.

Blitz thought for a moment, before sighing quietly, “Fine, but no way in hell am I letting them get to you. I won’t leave without you.”

Blythe couldn't speak anymore, so she subtly nodded, closing her eyes again.

Blitz carefully took Blythe’s roller and tank, attaching them to her own equipment. She now had two ink tanks, her Nautilus splatling, Blythe’s Big Swig roller, access to both autobombs and suction bombs, and both the Triple Splashdown and the Zipcaster specials. She quickly picked Blythe up, hiding her towards the back of the room and out of the sight of the entrance to the room. She heard the soldiers once again in the other rooms, closer now, practically just outside, “I’ll keep you protected, just lay low.” She carefully placed a few pools of her ink around the room, hiding in one right by the door.

The door slammed open the instant she hid, three soldiers stepping inside, all armed with Aerosprays.

“There’s multiple pools of ink in here. They’re here sir.” One soldier said quietly.

“Cover the pools, reveal their positions.”

“Yes sir.” The two others said in unison, covering the pools with their own dark blue ink. They hadn’t noticed the small one by the door that Blitz was in.

“I can’t use a triple splashdown in this small space with Blythe here, she’ll die even with part of our ink. My only option is the Zipcaster here.” Blitz waited until the soldiers had gotten to about the center of the room. She silently stepped out of the ink, her tentacles glowing as she stepped forward. She quickly cast the Zipcaster, launching her hand out, grabbing one soldier by the back of his neck. Before any of the three could react, Blitz had already pulled the soldier back, slamming him into Blythe’s roller in her other hand, splatting him instantly.

In the splatter of Blitz’s ink, she dropped down back into her squid form and down into the puddle in an instant, disappearing.

The two others snapped around with a look of horror.

“Man down! Requesting backup-”

Before the other soldier nor the captain could react, Blitz had her arm around the other soldier, cutting off his sentence. She slammed him into the ground with Blythe’s roller by the back of his head as she let go of his neck, splatting him also.

The commander lifted his aerospray, firing it, “We have an enemy Zipcaster! Two members are down–”

Blitz charged the captain after dodging his shots, swinging the roller down towards him.

The Captain barely caught Blitz’s roller with his aerospray, wincing as her ink hit part of his face, burning his skin. He pushed back, slowly losing strength from the strength of Blitz’s Zipcaster.

“You never should have messed with us.” Blitz stretched a leg out, sweeping the captain’s legs out from under him. He immediately collapsed, getting slammed into the ground under her roller.

The captain was barely alive, struggling to speak under the roller on his chest, “You…” He wheezed, “That sanitized… creature you have… It wont get away!”

“Shut it.” Blitz pushed the roller down and over his face, splatting him. She lifted the roller again, resting it on her shoulder. She examined the rest of the room before carefully looking out into the hallway. Not a sound, no one in sight. She carefully backed into the room once again, quickly going over to the back of the room where Blythe was. She put the roller on her back over her Nautilus and her tanks, carefully picking Blythe up, “We’re in the clear, I’ll get us out of here.”

Blitz carefully left the room, looking around and down the halls. There was nothing but silence. She began moving down the hall towards the exit as fast as possible, keeping a gentle hold on Blythe. She stepped outside, complete silence on the battlefield. She carefully laid Blythe against the wall just outside the door. She was still in the Zipcaster special, kneeling down to Blythe calmly, “Thank you for helping us Blythe… Even though you’re the one they want. I’m so sorry.”

Blythe slightly opened her eyes, smiling softly. She didn’t say a word.

Blitz’s Zipcaster finally wore off, returning her to her normal look. It was then she heard it, a plunk of ink. She whipped around, taking the roller off her back and caught a Splatana blade with it. She held them back, but struggled a little because of the weakness after using the Zipcaster. The second she was about to buckle, she heard the sound of a charger firing. She flinched, but she felt the pressure disappear from her arms. Her opponent splatted, bursting into orange ink. She looked up at where the shot came from, up to another ruined building.

There sitting at the top of the building with a Z+F Charger in hand was Volt, a yellow and deep blue inkling with pale yellow and cyan eyes, two tentacles tied up, the other short four hanging down. He lifted the charger so the barrel was up, “You alright down there?” He asked Blitz through their communications, as he was too far away to risk yelling.

“Yeah I am; thanks to you.” Blitz replied, “I can’t say the same for Blythe however.” She said as she walked back over to Blythe, kneeling down and looking back up at Volt.

“I’ll come down there, just hold–“ Volt was cut off from a dark blue Zipcaster punching him square in the face. He gagged, falling off the building. He slammed down into the ground, coughing up a bit of orange ink as he hit the ground. He slid a small distance, wheezing with pain.

“Volt!” Blitz yelled. She stepped forward to run to help him, but multiple plunks of ink cut her off. She saw over a dozen soldiers appear from pools of ink on the ground, surrounding her and Blythe, cutting off her path to Volt,“Shit! I just used a special! I can’t use another one yet!” She quickly switched to her Nautilus, starting to charge it.

Behind the group of soldiers she heard a deafening slam, followed by a burst of orange ink. The group of soldiers all turned to it and stepped back, revealing the scene.

Standing there wielding an ultra stamp was Forest, a light purple and dark green octoling with red and green eyes. His short tentacles were blazing and flared up, and without hesitation he began crushing soldiers one by one, most barely able to fight back.

“No one fucks with my friends!” Over another building, Akuji jumped in as well, a deep purple and mint green octoling with teal and red eyes, two tentacles in front, two tied up in the back. With her dualies in hand, she began gunning down soldiers as well, keeping light on her feet.

Blitz took the chance. She went into squid form and quickly super-jumped over the fight. She switched back to her inkling form mid jump, landing on her feet next to her brother Volt on the other side of the battle. She knelt down to him, “Hey! You alright? Can you stand?”

Volt sat up, shaking his head, “Yeah yeah, I’m good.” He carefully got to his feet, picking up his charger, “I’ll get back to high ground. Help the others fight!”

“Got it!” Blitz lifted her Nautilus, charging it up and firing into the fight.

As the fight continued on, more soldiers would keep appearing, but it began to slow down after nearly a dozen splats.

Blitz caught a small glimpse through the fight, realizing Blythe was still over there.

Not just that, but much worse, the Zipcaster that had attacked Volt previously had Blythe restrained, carrying her up the building. She couldn’t fight back in her condition.

“Shit! Volt!” Blitz yelled, looking up at Volt as she tapped into their comms again, “Volt they’ve got Hadal! On your two o’ clock!”

Volt lowered his charger, seeing the Zipcaster on the building across from him where his charger couldn’t reach, “Damn it! I’ll handle it! Keep fighting!” His tentacles burst with power, and he activated his own Zipcaster. He stretched his arm across buildings, traveling over to the opposing Zipcaster.

Blitz watched him out of the corner of her eye before refocusing on the fight, “You got this Volt, kick their ass!”

Volt jumped in front of the opposing Zipcaster, cutting them off as he kept a tight hold on his charger with his finger down on the trigger, holding a charge, “And where do you think you’re going?!”

The Zipcaster stepped back, keeping hold of Blythe, “Well, it seems like someone could catch me.”

“Unhand her this instant. I will not ask again without force.” Volt held up his charger, keeping the charge stored.

“Really now..?” They took out their own weapon, a Splatana wiper, similar in model to the one that Forest uses. They still held Blythe tightly with one stretched arm, “How do you expect to fight a Splatana with a charger?”

Volt kept his hold on his charger, “Doubting me will be the death of you…”

The opposing Zipcaster tossed Blythe to the side, retracting their arm, “Your overconfidence will be the death of you.”

Blythe hit the stone of the roof, gasping in pain as she slid. She went completely limp and quietly groaned in pain, yet she was still very much alive.

Volt remained still, not moving an inch.

The other Zipcaster remained still just the same. A standoff.

After a brief moment of stillness, Volt fired his charger.

The opposing Zipcaster dodged it, stretching their arm towards Volt.

Volt dodged their arm, grabbing it with his right hand with his charger in his left hand. He allowed his opponent’s momentum to pull them towards him, jamming his foot into their stomach.

They gagged, keeping their arm stretched to keep themself unrestrained.

Volt quickly let go of their arm, holding the trigger on his charger to charge it.

The opposing Zipcaster quickly recovered and slashed upwards with their Splatana, sending a projectile of ink towards Volt.

Volt dropped down into his squid form and down into the ink from his previous shot, dodging the attack. He quickly slipped behind them, jumping up and out of the ink back into his inkling form, firing the stored charge.

The Zipcaster was hit in the back and they stumbled forward, the power of the shot breaking their Zipcaster. They snapped around with their Splatana in hand.

The instant Volt’s opponent turned around, he shot their weapon out of their hands with a lesser charge, sending it barreling off the side of the roof, “You seem like you’ve never fought an experienced charger before.”

The soldier stood there in shock, before raising their fists in an offensive stance, “That was fast, but it can’t be helped.” They smirked, giving a small head tilt in Blythe’s direction.

Or at least where she was.

Volt glanced over, and Blythe was gone, no ink or anything left behind. A distraction.

Volt snapped his attention back to the soldier, his eyes full of anger, “You…” Without a moment to spare, he stretched his arm out, grabbing the soldier.

The soldier simply let it happen, knowing Volt lost.

Volt used the momentum of pulling them to force his foot into their chest, slamming them down into the concrete in the same motion. He jammed the end of his charger to their head with a stored charge, “Where the hell did you fuckers take her?!”

The soldier barely even responded to the impact, lying there with nothing but cockiness and confidence, “You ask like I’ll tell you.”

Volt knew they wouldn’t talk no matter what, so he immediately lifted them and tossed them off the side of the building without hesitation. He sighed, standing up straight. His Zipcaster wore off as he held up his hand to his earpiece, “Blitz. I lost her.”

“What do you mean you lost her?! What happened?!”

“I managed to stop the Zipcaster who had her originally, but it was only a distraction. Someone else grabbed her again while we were all distracted...”

“Shit! The hell do we do?!”

“I’ll patch into everyone’s comms.”

Volt switched over his communication to all five of them. His voice was dark and solemn.

“Clear the area the best you all can. We have no choice but to fall back. They took Blythe behind our backs. We lost Hadal.”

“The target is in our possession, sir. Orders?”

…

“Prepare it for examination. We used a lot of power on the respawn tech, and lost a lot of men to those… The hell did they call themselves?”

“The Depths. Sir.”

“Right. Those Depths. Bring that sanitized creature to HQ. I’ll decide what to do with it after the preparations have been made.”

“Yes sir.”

Akuji, Forest, Volt, and Blitz returned to Splatsville with minimal injuries of their own, only with the guilt of losing Blythe. Blitz was especially destroyed by losing her.

The four of them sat at a small table in the home where Akuji, Blitz, and Blythe lived, debating where to go from the current situation.

“I shouldn’t have left her for even a second!” Blitz slammed her arm on the table, looking down at her legs, “She’d still be here if I didn’t leave her…”

“They all outnumbered us by nearly a dozen every second… It’s not your fault Blitz, all of us are partially at fault here.” Volt set his hand on Blitz’s shoulder.

“We won’t get anywhere if we keep thinking about what went wrong here. We were caught off guard.” Akuji leaned back in her chair, her right leg crossed over the other, her right foot against the edge of the table, “We can’t call in the agents for help here, they’re all busy with their own issues. I already tried.”

“Well, what do we do then?” Forest asked calmly, “Blitz has Blythe’s gear, and Blythe has severe injuries. There’s no way she can fight back on her own in such a state.”

Akuji sighed, “We’ll need to find as many clues as we can gather about the ‘Cleansers’ as we can. That way we can get to her as soon as possible.”

“Wait.“ Volt perked up a little, looking over at Blitz, “She had you take her gear right?”

“Hm..?” Blitz replied, confused.

“That’s why you could use the Zipcaster right?”

“Uh, yeah? Where are you going with this?”

“Okay okay, that was a bit off track. More importantly, you only took her weapons, right?”

“Yeah, her tank and roller. It gave me access to their setups, so I could use her autobombs and Zipcaster.”

“But you didn’t take her earpiece?”

“No– Oh!” Blitz perked up, “Can you track her earpiece like you did mine?!”

“I can. I just have to hope she isn’t out of range…” Volt sighed, “If she is, we might have to travel around a bit to see if we catch any signals.”

“We also have to hope they didn’t destroy that earpiece.” Akuji lowered her legs, sitting forward with her hands on her knees, “Or toss it somewhere. Any smart group would, unless they didn’t see it. I doubt that however.”

“You’re right. We’re definitely limited on time then.” Forest stood up, “We don’t have time to sit around here.”

“You’re right as well.” Akuji also stood up, “We don’t have time for this! We have no idea what the hell they’ll do to her!”

“From what I’ve heard about them…” Volt’s voice was quiet as it trailed off a moment. He was thinking of the right words.

“What have you heard..?” Forest asked, his voice was a worried whisper.

“She’s… They’ll make her practically relive the experiences in the metro. With her current state, they might even kill her.” Volt shuddered, “She’s bound to hit her limit...”

Blitz immediately stood up with no hesitation, looking down at Volt, “Try and find her.” Her gaze was sharp and infuriated, “I will not let her suffer that again.”

Forest stepped a bit towards the door, “Let’s move. We have no idea how long we have.”

Blythe’s eyelids slowly lifted, her gaze was cloudy and her hearing was muffled. She felt her body lying on a cold hard floor, her arms and legs shaking. Barely able to move, she rolled onto her side, exhaling slowly as the pain kicked in. It was then she felt what seemed to be a small, thin collar around her neck. She didn’t bother trying to remove it, let alone touch it. Her body seemed to feel as though it was burning, but eventually her weakness faded a little, and she was able to get near a wall, leaning against it on one knee, her breathing still a little unstable.

Somewhere outside and a bit of a distance from her, she heard someone speaking.

“It’s awake sir. What are your orders?”

A short period of silence where Blythe couldn’t make out a response.

“Understood sir. Right away.”

As Blythe’s vision began to fully clear, she could see most of the area around her. She was in a cell of some kind, the walls and floor both feeling and appearing to be concrete. She looked at the floor, her body still weak, and she saw her legs as she looked at the floor, now well aware she now only had undergarments on. Her wounds were partially treated, but some of her ink still bled from a few of them. Her main color had reverted back to its darker orange from the lighter orange that she shared with the others in combat. She then heard the door to the cell she was in swing open, hearing footsteps accompany it. She didn’t see whoever it was approaching her, but she felt two people grab her by her bicep and wrist of each arm, lifting her up from her knee. She stumbled a little standing up completely, but the two aggressively ushered her out of the cell, the door closing behind them. Her vision was too blurry to see where she was going, so she just kept in line with the two holding her.

The two holding Blythe stopped, thus stopping Blythe as well. They flipped her around and threw her against a wall, still holding her arms. She felt restraints snap around her neck, biceps, wrists, waist, thighs, and ankles. Held to the wall, her head hung down weakly as her breathing became heavier from exhaustion.

“Send it up.”

Through Blythe’s distorted vision, she saw someone press a button on a console in front of her. She felt the wall slightly tilt backward and start to rise. She did nothing to respond, but a few moments it came to a stop. She heard footsteps approach her with a small clunk of metal each step.

“Be cautious Chief. They’re only partially sanitized. We don’t know what they’re capable of.” Someone spoke from a small distance away, “I’d advise not aggravating them.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Well… Seems like they all weren’t lying.”

Blythe heard them speak, but she didn’t bother to look up.

“I’ll be damned, half sanitized… I didn’t even know that was possible.” Their voice had a hint of disbelief and disgust, “These freaks just keep getting weirder and weirder…”

Blythe still did not react.

“Hey.” They snapped their fingers in front of Blythe’s face.

Blythe did not flinch nor react.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you!”

Blythe felt a wave of piercing and shocking pain throughout her entire body. Despite her exhaustion, she screamed. Her back arched the little it could in the restraints as her eyes snapped open at the sudden shock. Her whole body eventually fell limp as the voltage left her body.

“Now will you have some manners?”

Blythe held her left eye closed to hide it despite it being behind her hair. Her breathing was slow, labored, and scratchy, a small drop of dark orange ink falling from the corner of her mouth, too weak to hold it in. Her head slowly raised ever so slightly, her gaze meeting theirs.

“Good.”

Blythe could now see them remotely clearly. A dark blue inkling in a black uniform, too dark to make out any decent details in her current state. Their tentacles were tied up tightly, shockingly longer than most inkling tentacles that she has seen, longer than Blitz’s. Their eyes were deep green and their pupils were more of a sharp thin shape like a cat’s eye, their color more of a dark navy blue like their hair. Their face and hands were as pale as snow, looking as if you’d freeze if they touched you. They had what appeared to be some kind of metal mask over their mouth and over their ears, but their voice was clearly masculine through the slight muffle from the mask.

“What’s a specimen like you doing with some lowlifes, eh?” He tilted his head, “No point to it, a waste of research.”

Blythe’s face didn’t change from its deadpan, exhausted expression. Her eyes were full of anger, but strongly diluted by pain.

“You know, you’ll be here a while… Why don’t we get acquainted, yeah?” He crossed his arms, “Chief Sylvan. You are..?”

“…You… have no right to know my name.” Blythe growled quietly through her teeth, breaking eye contact.

Chief Sylvan sighed, dropping his arms, “Being difficult, huh? Wrong choice.”

Blythe knew she was about to feel that same shock again, so she braced for it. Just as she expected, she felt the same shock throughout her whole body. This time she resisted it, clenching her teeth and her hands into fists, closing her eyes. She barely made as much as a hiss from breathing in between her teeth. The pain soon faded, and she exhaled sharply, her body slowly relaxing.

Sylvan eyed Blythe curiously, “Fascinating... You’re either so chock-full of adrenaline you didn’t feel any of that pain, or… you’ve been trained in combat to resist such voltage.” He chuckled darkly, shaking his head, “I’ll admit, I’m surprised.”

“Perceptive… I’ll give you that.” Blythe replied darkly, still holding her left eye shut.

Sylvan lifted the hair over Blythe’s left eye with his right forearm, only to be met with her eye being closed, “I don’t remember you having an eye injury coming in here.” He said snarkily, moving and angling his arm so his fingers were between each of the three tentacles on Blythe’s left side. He pushed upward and forward, jamming his palm into her forehead as he lifted her tentacles at the same time, smacking the back of her head against the panel she was strapped against.

Blythe growled a little in pain in response to her head hitting the metal surface behind her, the metal clang ringing out into the quiet space. She grit her teeth angrily, keeping her left eye closed in protest.

Sylvan pulled Blythe’s eyelids apart with his other hand, getting a good look at her sanitized eye before dropping his arms, brushing his hands off.

Blythe’s head dropped a little, but she retained her gaze, showing more anger than pain now. She didn’t bother keeping her left eye closed anymore.

“One eye perfectly sanitized, the other fully retained… Such a strange case you have. Your right half intact, your left half completely sanitized.” Sylvan shrugged subtly, “Nothing like what I normally see.”

Blythe kept her teeth together, holding her gaze, not saying a word.

Sylvan pressed his right palm against the left side of Blythe’s upper waist, brushing his thumb over her Sanitization scar, “Such sharp cut edges on these scars… Strangely not smooth either.” He dug one sharp end of his finger into her skin, looking up at her without moving his head.

Blythe shuddered, Sylvan’s hands were freezing cold. This felt worse than being straight up shocked, her gaze turning to a much more disgusted and appalled expression. She had felt being treated like just some specimen in an experiment before, but not like this. This was the second time, only it’s by someone who is living. Someone clearly aware of themself. It was worse than death.

“Not to mention the clearly defined and built muscle. Further confirms my prior suspicions about you after that—“ Sylvan made eye contact with Blythe as he slid his fingers down her stomach, “—second shock.”

Blythe grit her teeth and stared back at him with her eyes full of disgust and disdain.

Sylvan moved his hand as he stepped slightly to the right, pinching the end of one of Blythe’s fingers on her left hand between his thumb and his index finger, “Bright red… Unlike most that have a darker red color… Crimson compared to maroon…”

Blythe didn’t see this man the same as a normal inkling, less than such, scum. She stared daggers into Sylvan, even though he wasn’t looking.

Sylvan must have felt her blade filled gaze. He let go of Blythe’s finger, dropping his arm back to his side, looking back over to make eye contact once again, “Awh, don’t look at me like that.” He stepped back to being directly in front of her, “Not like you can do anything against me.”

“Not yet.” Blythe growled.

“Hm… That solidifies it for me. You were a soldier before being sanitized, weren’t you..?” Sylvan asked, almost mockingly.

“So what if I was? What does it change?” Blythe stared at Sylvan with a cold stare, “I’m nothing but an animal to you, what does it mean to you?”

“I’ll be the one asking the questions here.” Sylvan retorted.

Blythe scoffed, “Please.“ She rolled her eyes, “Enough of these games. Get to the point.” Her voice was raspy from her prior exhaustion, more snide in tone, “What is it you want from me? Or am I here for nothing..?”

“Impatient much?” Sylvan scoffed, moving his right hand to hover over the side of his coat.

Blythe could now see the trigger for the shocks, a small button clipped to the lower right side of Sylvan’s coat. She could properly brace each time if she watched carefully enough, but even then she’s bound to hit her limit eventually.

“Watch your tone. I’ll get to that.” Sylvan pressed the small button on his coat.

Blythe braced, just in time too. She managed to hold back yelling in pain, but her response was significantly more noticeable than the last time. She groaned in pain after the shock was over, taking in quicker deep breaths.

“Sylvan, your trigger happy tendencies are showing. Watch it.” Someone behind Sylvan at a small console snapped, “They’re already weak as is. Shock them too much and you’ll kill them.”

Dusan was a bright red and deep blue-ish purple octoling with short tentacles spiked up to their right. Their eyes were dark with heavy eye bags, their orange and red eyes dim with exhaustion.

“Yeah yeah, Dusan, I know.” Sylvan retorted, rolling his eyes.

“That’s Dr. Dusan to you, Chief Sylvan.” Dusan hissed.

“What?” Blythe though, her hearts skipping. Dusan is her last name.

The Depths walked along the outskirts of Splatsville, getting farther and farther from the city in search of Blythe’s signal.

“Volt, any signal?” Blitz asked quietly.

“I’m picking up signals, we have to be getting close to its full connection range.” Volt replied, “If it’s not damaged, I may be able to override the mute. If the Cleansers still have it, we might be able to hear what’s going on.”

“You know how to do that..?” Forest asked.

“Yeah, I can. I programmed these after all.” Volt zoomed in on the map a little on his small tablet, “The signal is steadily getting stronger, a good sign that it’s still functioning normally. However, we aren’t quite close enough for me to connect to it yet.”

“So that means we’re going in the right direction though, yeah?” Akuji asked, checking one of her dualies, “I’m more worried about Blythe than anything right now.”

“We’re going the right way, Akuji. I’m worried too.” Blitz replied.

“I got it. We’re in range, but let’s keep moving closer while I connect.” Volt looked up to check where he was walking, before looking back down, “The specific type of radio signals I programmed these to have are often hard to detect with standard equipment, if we’re lucky, they won’t know it’s still sending signals.”

“Good. How strong are the signals, Volt?” Forest asked.

“Moderate. Enough for me to get a solid connection.” Volt replied, “I’ll save the coordinates in case they destroy it, and keep it muted on our end once we can listen in.”

As Volt connected to Blythe’s earpiece, the four continued walking in the direction of the signals, the connection slowly strengthening…

“I just secured a connection, now I just have to unmute it…” Volt signaled for everyone to stop for a moment, pointing to an area of shade next to a building, “Let’s stop here for a moment. I’ll record what I can of this audio as we listen.”

The area was barren, ruined buildings surrounded the group, just like where they had fought prior, only the buildings were more dense.

Volt knelt down in the shade, and everyone gathered around him as he unmuted Blythe’s earpiece.

“Let’s hope we get some answers…” Blitz whispered.

Static…

“We found this earpiece nearby where we found the target. It has no active properties, no signals, nothing. What’s the plan for it?”

“Hold on to it. We’ll analyze it further later.”

“Good. They don’t know.” Volt mumbled.

There was a slam of metal in the background.

“Didn’t think they’d interrogate it so soon. Sylvan is an impatient one, isn’t he?”

“Always has been, always will be.”

There was a voice that sounded more like it was below the earpiece.

“Send it up.”

Mechanical clanks and whirring followed, there were footsteps leading away from the earpiece, out of the range of sound it could pick up.

“They have decent technology from what I can hear in their speech and in the background… No wonder they can keep a low profile.” Volt muttered.

“Do any of you know how long they’ve been operating..?” Blitz asked.

“From what I can remember, they’ve existed since the sanitized started appearing six years ago. The sanitized got more common as time went on, but now they’ve become pretty spread out and rare.” Forest explained.

“The Cleansers have probably been killing them all…” Akuji mumbled.

“Be cautious Chief. They’re only partially sanitized. We have no idea what They’re capable of. I’d advise not aggravating them”

“Yeah whatever. Well… Seems like they all weren’t lying.”

…

“I’ll be damned, half sanitized… I didn’t even know that was possible. These freaks just keep getting weirder and weirder…”

…

“Hey. Look at me when I’m talking to you!”

Sparks of electricity could be heard, and even worse, screams. Horrifyingly recognizable.

“Holy shit!” Forest snapped.

Blitz covered her mouth in shock, “They… They fucking electrocuted her!”

“Now will you have some manners?”

…

“Good. What’s a specimen like you doing with some lowlifes, eh? No point to it, a waste of research.”

No response from Blythe.

“You know, you’ll be here a while… Why don’t we get acquainted, yeah? Chief Sylvan. You are..?”

“…You… have no right to know my name.”

Blythe’s dark and growling tone made Blitz shudder.

“Being difficult, huh? Wrong choice.”

The shock could be heard again. They all winced hearing it, yet, nothing could be heard from Blythe on the other end.

“Fascinating... You’re either so chock-full of adrenaline you didn’t feel any of that pain, or… you’ve been trained in combat to resist such voltage. I’ll admit, I’m surprised.”

“Perceptive… I’ll give you that.”

The four sat there shocked.

“She… what?” Forest asked with disbelief.

“It’s common for members of the authorities or high powers, whether it’s military or police, to be tased as part of their training, both in inkling and octoling troops.” Volt explained, his voice trembling a little, “She… She screamed the first time, but… she completely tanked it the next.”

“I don’t remember you having an eye injury coming in here.”

A smaller metallic slam could be heard, a faint growl from Blythe as well.

“One eye perfectly sanitized, the other completely retained… Such a strange case you have. Your right half intact, your left half completely sanitized. Nothing like what I normally see.”

…

“Such sharp cut edges on these scars… Strangely not smooth either. Not to mention the clearly defined and built muscle. Further confirms my prior suspicions about you after that second shock.”

“She once talked about her past to me a little bit.” Akuji said, “Before she was partially sanitized, she used to be part of a group of soldiers. That observation isn’t far off.”

“Bright red… Unlike most that have a darker red color… Crimson compared to maroon…”

…

“Awh, don’t look at me like that. Not like you can do anything against me.”

“Not yet.”

That tone from Blythe scared all four of them all the more.

“Hm… That solidifies it for me. You were a soldier before being sanitized, weren’t you..?”

“So what if I was?”

They all heard the weakness in Blythe’s voice, the scratching in her throat.

“What does it change? I’m nothing but an animal to you, what does it mean to you?”

“I’ll be the one asking the questions here.”

They heard Blythe scoff, “Please. Enough of these games. Get to the point. What is it you want from me? Or am I here for nothing..?”

“I’ve never heard her sound like this. This pissed…” Forest said, “It’s terrifying!”

“Impatient much?” They heard Sylvan scoff. “Watch your tone. I’ll get to that.”

They heard the shock for a third time, then Blythe’s heavy breathing, full of pain.

“If that keeps up…” Volt’s voice trailed off as he stood up, “They’ll kill her!”

“Sylvan, your trigger happy tendencies are showing. Watch it. They’re already weak as is. Shock them too much and you’ll kill them.”

It was a different voice than Sylvan this time.

“Who the fuck is that..?” Blitz hissed.

“Yeah yeah, Dusan, I know.”

“Wait… What?!” Volt said, shocked.

“Dusan?!” Akuji yelped, “That’s Blythe’s last name!”

“That’s Dr. Dusan to you, Chief Sylvan.”

Volt’s hands were shaking as he stood up in shock, holding his tablet tightly, “Dear cod… This is worse than we thought!” He kept his tablet recording the audio, but he muted the volume to prevent detection once they got close, “I’ll keep recording the audio, but I’m muting its volume so we have less risk of getting caught once we get close.”

“Right. Let’s move, now. Where do we go, Volt?” Akuji said.

Volt looked straight ahead, stepping forward, “This way. Let’s hurry, we have the Cleansers themselves on our hands.”

“His last name is… Dusan… His last name is Dusan!” Blythe’s thoughts and hearts were racing, her eyes appearing blank, “How?!”

Sylvan noticed her spaciness, waving his hand in front of her face, “Hey, don’t go spacing out now. Wastes my time.”

Blythe snapped back to reality, her eyes diverting to Dr. Dusan who was a good distance away.

“You…” Blythe growled.

“I’m in front of you, idiot.” Sylvan snapped.

“Shut it, Sylvan.” Dusan snapped at Sylvan,

“Excuse me?” Sylvan hissed.

Dusan rolled his eyes, returning his gaze to Blythe, “What about me?”

“I recognize your name…” Blythe said darkly.

“What about my name?” Dusan retorted.

Blythe grumbled, going silent for a short moment. Her voice was still dark and raspy, “Do you have any children..?” She held eye contact with Dusan, her gaze was piercing.

“What kind of fucking question is that—“

“I said shut it, Sylvan!” Dusan yelled at him.

Sylvan backed down.

“Why is that important..?” Dusan asked Blythe curiously.

“I’ll be more… inclined to answer your questions if you answer mine.” Blythe hissed quietly, “Answer. The damn. Question.”

Dusan sighed, annoyed, “You have a special case… Fine. I’ll humor you.”

“Dusan—“

“I know what I’m doing, Sylvan.” Dusan hissed.

Sylvan went quiet once again.

Dusan straightened his white coat. It had small blue-ish green stains on it, most likely sanitized ink. He pushed up his glasses before crossing his arms, “I had two, a son and a daughter.” His voice had a hint of remorse, “My son was ripped apart by salmonids five years ago. My daughter was a soldier, still MIA to this day. It’s been nearly eight years.”

Blythe’s heart rate shot up as her breathing quickened. Dusan noticed it.

Blythe looked at the ground, “What are their names?” She mumbled the question.

“What?”

Blythe looked up, her eyes full of intensity and a craving for answers, “Your son, your daughter… What are their names?!”

Dusan noticed that Blythe’s behavior had become more erratic, her tone sharp. He knew he struck something here, so he answered, not without brief hesitation, “…Homura Dusan and Blythe Dusan. Those are their names.”

Blythe froze, her gaze locked on Dusan as she made the connection. Her lips cracked into a grin, “Did you ever try to find that daughter of yours? In the entire eight years?”

Sylvan squinted his eyes suspiciously at Blythe, holding his hand over the shock trigger, “Watch your words, pest.”

“Do not touch that button, Sylvan.” Dusan snapped, “There’s no need for it.”

Sylvan put his hand in his pocket, glaring sharply at Dusan before eyeing Blythe angrily.

“What makes you think I didn’t?” Dusan asked calmly.

Blythe closed her eyes, laughing quietly to herself, which quickly shifted to maniacal laughter.

Sylvan took a step back, returning his hand to its hovering position over the shock trigger. He waited.

Dusan kept calm, keeping his gaze relaxed over his glasses, “Well?”

Blythe looked Dusan dead in the eyes once again, “Do you remember what your daughter looked like? Huh? I’m starting to think you don’t remember.”

“What are you talking about?” Dusan hissed, “Why the hell wouldn’t I remember..?”

“Look at me. Take a good long look.” Blythe smiled manically, “What do you see?! Just some specimen?! Or… perhaps something more familiar?”

Dusan stared at Blythe carefully, his eyes widening slowly with shock. He quickly turned around, one hand up to his ear.

Blythe could only faintly hear him.

“Labs, this is Dusan. The ink sample from subject number ninety nine; put your focus on the genetic tests, nothing else. Now.” Dusan dropped his arm, snapping his attention back to Blythe, his expression was both slightly angry and shocked, “You know our names. Tell us yours.” He hissed.

Blythe grinned, “I think you know it, but I’ll say it. Who knows? This could be just one hell of a coincidence.” She let her head drop, glaring at Dusan with both pain and rage, a smile still plastered onto her face, “Blythe. Blythe Dusan.”

Dusan slammed his fist down onto a desk next to him, growling with his head hanging low. He stood up straight, glanced at Blythe, fixed his coat, fixed his glasses, turned around, and walked away.

“Dusan?! Hey! Where the hell are you going?!” Sylvan yelled, “You can’t just fucking leave!”

Dusan stopped, “Sylvan. If you kill ninety nine…” He turned his head to look back at Sylvan. His voice and eyes were dark and fierce, “You’ll be nothing but a pool of ink by tomorrow.”

Just like that, Dusan disappeared behind a metal door.

Sylvan stared at the door with disbelief, before glancing over at Blythe.

Blythe giggled to herself, slightly losing it, “Ah, for years I always wondered…” She looked up at Sylvan with a smile and gaze that would make anyone afraid, “What part of my memory was I missing?”

Sylvan looked away from Blythe, bringing his hand to his own earpiece, “Chief Sylvan speaking.”

Blythe stared at him with a hint of confusion.

Sylvan’s face contorted into an intensely angry expression, “The hell do you mean there are people outside?! You guys are useless standing around! Go deal with them!”

Blythe smiled once again, “So… They made it, huh?”

Sylvan snapped his attention back to Blythe as he lowered his hand, “We’re done here.” He stormed off into another room, leaving Blythe there alone.

The panel began to lower once again, and Blythe was still smiling, “After all this time… Oh after all this time… They finally know I’m alive.”

The platform reached the ground, and two guards pulled Blythe off the wall, directing her back to her cell. She didn’t fight it, no need. She didn’t care anymore.

The two guards tossed Blythe back into her cell upon reaching it, shutting the door.

Blythe slammed into the ground, streaks of orange ink following her injuries and where she slid. She slowly sat up, staring at the cell door as her voice cracked into psychotic laughter, “They finally know… He finally knows I’m still fucking alive!”

Sylvan slammed the door open to the labs, no one else was in the room except Dusan to his right. “Dusan! What the fuck was that?!”

Dusan calmly turned around to face Sylvan. His eyes had a hint of pain and minor panic, “You look troubled, Sylvan. What’s on your mind—“

“Enough of your bullshit!” Sylvan snapped, “You dared to silence me during an interrogation?!”

Leo remained calm, but his voice shook faintly, “You weren’t getting answers, yet I did. What’s the problem?”

Sylvan stepped towards Dusan, aggressively grabbing him by the collar of his shirt under his lab coat, “What the hell is going on with you?! What kind of shit have you been hiding from me?!”

Dusan sighed, “I don’t know what you’re talking about—“

“Oh you know what I’m talking about! Explain yourself!” Sylvan snapped.

Dusan stared at Sylvan with annoyance, “What? The fact I had children? Is that what you’re so concerned about?”

“It’s the fact that one of your children is that creature!” Sylvan hissed, pulling Dusan closer to his face as he squinted his eyes angrily, “You’ve disappointed us all!”

“Have I disappointed you all, or just you?” Dusan retorted.

Sylvan looked down and growled angrily. He forcefully threw Dusan to the floor, “You fucking disgrace!”

“Ugh!” Dusan caught himself on his elbows, looking up at Sylvan angrily.

Sylvan was standing over Dusan with a look of disdain and contempt, “I never thought I’d be working with someone as horrifically stupid as you, Leo!” He yelled.

Leo got to his feet, brushing himself off, “What the fuck is wrong with you, Damien?!”

Damien scoffed, “You prick. How fucking dare you?!”

“How dare I?! You just insulted my family!” Leo yelled, “Have you ever remembered it, thought about my real reason for joining this group?!”

Damien recoiled, raising his arm to his chest, “The fuck are you saying..?”

“I never joined this group to torture people! I joined this group with the hope of helping these people! The hope of possibly finding my daughter in this mess! Look what just happened!” Leo yelled, his face full of unfiltered rage, “You’ve done nothing but torture and kill these people! You’ve done nothing but torture me!” He spat, “Did you think I’d forget?!”

“You let me shock that bitch.” Damien sneered, “If you cared so much, why’d you let me?”

Leo clenched his fists, looking at the ground with disgust in himself, “Because I didn’t want to believe it was her…” He looked up, his eyes reflecting his pain filled rage. “It hurts to know such a thing happened to my own daughter! But of course an unlovable cunt like you wouldn’t understand, Damien!”

Damien slightly stepped back, appalled by what Leo just said, “You better watch your fucking mouth, Leo.” He growled, stepping towards Leo again, “You know how much power I have over you!”

“And you know how much power I have over all the research, something you know nothing about using.” Leo retorted, “I won’t let you cause more harm to these people! I won’t let you hurt my daughter anymore!”

Damien stared at Leo with hatred. “I’d like to see you try.” He immediately punched Leo directly in the face without hesitation.

Leo couldn’t react fast enough, taking the hit head on, “Augh! Fuck!” The force cracked one of his lenses, and he staggered back, shaking his head.

Damien quickly turned to the door.

Leo quickly recovered, snagging Damien by the back of his shirt, pulling him back as he wrapped his elbow around his neck, holding him in a chokehold.

Damien attempted to pull away, before bashing the back of his head into Leo’s face.

Leo lost his grip, stumbling back again. Bright crimson ink with deep blue accents began to bleed from his nose, his orange and red eyes full of burning rage.

Damien attempted moving to the door again.

Leo immediately caught Damien a second time, tackling him to the ground with his stomach down. He grabbed him by his tied up tentacles, slamming his face into the floor.

Damien’s nose also began to bleed, his deep blue ink splattering up near his eyes as his mask dented, forcing his ink upwards. He jammed his elbow back into Leo’s chest.

Leo gagged, his grip on Damien loosening.

Damien slipped out from under Leo, getting to one knee and kicking him back as he reached for his N-Zap on his hip.

Leo slid and quickly recovered, pushing forward with one foot, punching Damien across the face with the momentum before he could grab his N-Zap, “I will not let you walk away from this!”

Damien staggered and caught himself on his right elbow, sitting up as he also got up to one knee, “Watch me!” He pushed forward and tackled Leo to the floor by his shoulders in return.

Leo gagged as his back slammed into the floor. He quickly jammed his foot into Damien’s stomach, kicking him to the side and off of him, getting back to his feet.

Damien rolled once before stopping himself, getting back up to his feet himself.

The two stared daggers into each other, Leo’s ink dripping onto the floor, Damien’s pooling in his mask, slowly dripping from under his chin. Their hands and chests had small stains of each other’s and their own inks.

“I knew that this day would come.” Leo said, slightly slouched over, “I never trusted you. Not a single time since coming here. Especially after what you’ve done to me.”

“Yet I had trusted you.” Damien laughed, “How ironic…”

Leo eyed Damien with rage, “I won’t let this continue. I’ll stop you right here, right now!” He bolted forward with his fist raised.

Damien caught Leo’s fist, countering by jamming his knee into Leo’s stomach.

Leo gagged and recoiled, falling to one knee.

Damien kicked Leo in the jaw the instant he was on his knees.

The angle knocked Leo up and backwards into a desk. He gasped in pain as the wind was knocked out of him, managing to catch himself on the desk with his arms.

Damien ran for the door, getting his keycard out, opening the door.

Leo stumbled up and forward to follow Damien, quickly wiping his nose off on his hand as he ran, “You can’t get away!”

Damien got through the door and it closed behind him. He slammed his keycard against the door, overriding the room into a lockdown.

Leo slammed into the door as it shut, quickly grabbing his own keycard, holding it against the keypad.

“Lockdown override denied.”

Damien stood outside the door, panting, placing his keycard back into his pocket.

Leo slammed his forearm against the door, “Damien! You bastard! Don’t you dare fucking run from me!”

Damien stepped away from the door, turning around. He wiped his nose off on his forearm.

“Damien! You damn coward! I’ll kill you!” Leo screamed from the closed door, “Get your ass back here!”

Damien walked toward the cells as he heard Leo yelling after him, Leo’s voice slowly getting quieter. He directed a few guards to follow him, “I’ll show you what happens when you fuck with Sylvan, Leo.”

“DAMIEN!” Leo yelled.

Blythe sat in the corner of her cell, her arms around her lower legs with her head on her knees, “I’ll be fine… Everything is okay… Everything is totally going to be fine… After all this time I have something to hold on to…” She was shaking, her entire body aching with pain. Her mind was racing so fast that she couldn't even cry, stuck in a perpetual cycle of mental pain, “–I-I don’t remember him… Why don’t I remember him?! Why don’t I remember my family? Why those memories of everything?!”

The cell door opened.

Blythe jolted, quickly lifting her head to look up at the door as she sprawled out a bit in a panic, “Who—“

“Grab her.”

Before Blythe could react, she was dragged up to her feet and held by her arms. Unlike last time, she had the strength to resist, desperately trying to pull away, “The fuck?! Hey— AGH!” She was thrown back into the wall and shocked at the same time, her entire body recoiling in agony. She fell to the floor, writhing in pain, gasping.

Damien stood over her, his dark green eyes piercing her. His pupils were thin and small, “You absolutely disgusting freak. Who knew your appearance would make Leo turn on us.”

The shock eventually stopped, but Blythe remained on the ground, gasping for air from the pain, “You…” She wheezed, “Who are you talking about?!”

The two guards lifted Blythe once again, cuffing her hands behind her back.

Blythe weakly tried to pull away, “Sylvan!” She hissed, “I thought you said you were done?!” She gasped for air, coughing.

“Things change.” Damien grabbed Blythe by her neck with his fingers around the collar and against her skin.

The guards let go of Blythe and stepped back.

Damien slammed Blythe into the wall, “You’re such a disgusting pest.” He snapped.

Blythe gagged, trying to lean and push away from Damien, but she got weaker as his grip on her neck restricted her breathing, her legs too weak from the shock to attempt kicking him.

Damien took some glasses out from his back pocket, “How about you feel what it's like to truly lose your free will…”

Blythe squirmed, her breathing picking up despite Damien’s hand around her throat. Her eyes were full of fear, her voice shrill and panicked, choked out, “No, no! You can’t! Please!” She couldn’t hold back her fear, her memories of the Deep Sea Metro shocking her ability to think. She couldn’t go through that again, never, “I can’t..! I won’t go through that again!“

Damien laughed maniacally, “You have no choice!” He pushed the glasses against her face and over her eyes, pulling the strap around the back of her head. He held them against her face with her head against the wall.

Blythe slammed her eyes shut as she yelled in pain, the signals burning into her eyes and mind. She tried to turn away, but Damien’s grip on her prevented her from resisting. She kept trying, but her voice gave out as her legs buckled, falling weakly down to her knees.

Damien let go of her, stepping back. His expression was still bent into a maniacal pride.

Blythe’s head hung low, but she eventually raised it a few moments later, slowly getting to her feet. She looked directly at Damien, her voice dull and dark, “…Orders, sir?”

One of the two guards unlocked Blythe’s handcuffs, taking them off her wrists.

Damien’s gaze became sinister, “Your friends… Gear up, find them, and kill them.”

Blythe shook her hands out, walking towards the exit of her cell, “…Yes sir.”

The sky had darkened from just how long and far the group had traveled, stars beginning to twinkle in the sky. The moon peeked up over the horizon, ready to watch what unfolds.

Volt stared at the screen on his small tablet in his hands, “The signals are coming from a short distance in front of us, yet it’s nowhere to be seen… There has to be some way in.”

“This place is barren… how do we know where to get in?!” Akuji asked.

“You won’t.”

The group of them sharply turned around, and standing there was a good six guards, all wielding Aerosprays.

They all drew their weapons, and without hesitation Akuji bolted forwards, already having one opponent down within seconds before any of them could react. Each of them clashed with one soldier, matched up with similar weapons, holding their guard.

After a good few minutes of struggle and combat, nothing but orange ink was left behind.

“That… was shockingly fast…” Forest muttered.

“Don’t let your guard down.” Akuji said, raising her dualies, “There may be more of them.”

“Well, well, well… If it isn’t the Depths themselves…”

“Who the—“ Blitz turned around first, and her eyes widened with shock.

It was Chief Damien Sylvan himself, “I’ll admit, I’m impressed…” He sneered, “I knew they all would be useless against you, so I decided to come up here myself.”

Forest’s jaw fell open, “He’s the one we were hearing…”

“Ah… You were listening in?” Damien shrugged, rolling his eyes, “Such impressive technology the lot of you have. Low radar signals… Undetectable by standard equipment…”

Volt packed away his tablet, stepping to the front of the group, “Nice of you to acknowledge it, but don’t think that will stop us from kicking your ass.”

Damien chuckled darkly, “Oh, I won’t be fighting you…”

Blitz perked up from movement to their left, “Volt! Move!”

Volt turned around to face Blitz, glancing in the direction Blitz turned from. He wasn’t fast enough, and he was slammed in the face with a roller. He shot sideways, slamming into the ground, skidding across the dirt.

“Volt!” Forest yelled.

Someone stood between the group and Volt, a standard issue octoling roller in their hands.

“Who—“ Akuji stopped herself, “Wait… No! that’s—“

“Blythe.” Blitz finished Akuji’s sentence.

Their opponent turned around to the group. In fact standing before them was Blythe, bright red glasses over her eyes, her ink dark blue.

Volt, slowly got to one knee, “Fuck, that hurt.” He shook his head, “Who…” He trailed off, looking up at his aggressor, “Blythe?!”

“Volt! Get the hell out of there! Get some distance!” Forest yelled.

Volt scrambled to his feet, “What the hell is going on?! Why is she—“

“Those glasses! Mind control!” Akuji snapped, “We have to knock those off her face! Now!”

Blythe stepped towards the three of them, holding the roller at the ready.

“No, she’s…” Blitz stammered.

Forest stepped forward, “Melee on melee.” He drew his Splatana wiper, “There will be less of a risk. Let me handle this.” He took another step forward.

The instant Forest stepped forward, Blythe charged him head on, swinging her roller towards him on his left.

Forest caught Blythe’s roller with his Splatana, pushing the roller up as he snuck under it. He kicked Blythe in the stomach, pushing her back.

Blythe stumbled backwards, regaining her footing before immediately going on the attack again, only to be caught by Forest again.

“Blitz, go help Volt! I’ll keep Sylvan busy!” Akuji looked over at Sylvan, who held his smug expression.

“Dualies are such a pathetic choice.” Damien took out his own weapon, an ink brush.

Akuji charged Damien head on without hesitation.

Blitz bolted around to Volt, “Do you still know how to prepare low tide ink?!”

Volt nodded, “I do, but—“ He grabbed his charger, “It will take a while to charge it…”

“Forest is holding Blythe back. Akuji is keeping Sylvan busy.” Blitz charged her Nautilus, “I can keep you covered.

Volt knelt down, resting his charger on his leg. He opened up a small panel on its side and went through the menus, going through a few settings on it before closing the menus. He held the trigger on his charger, “It’s going to take a while to charge one shot, and we’ll most likely only have the one. We have to make this count.”

Leo had heard Blythe’s screams. He slid down the surface of the door with his arms still on it, gritting his teeth. His voice was full of anger and pain, “No… No! I can’t let Damien do this!” Tears welled in his eyes, “I can’t let Blythe suffer anymore! Not after all of this!” He stood up, walking back into the lab, glancing over at one of the computer screens. The screen displayed the vitals of all of the subjects currently imprisoned. All of them were in bad condition with the exception of Blythe and one other.

“Damn it! Damien already almost killed them all!” Leo looked back at the door, his heartbeats skyrocketing. He wiped his eyes off onto his sleeve, “At this rate, he’ll kill Blythe too…” His body began to rush with adrenaline. He clenched his fists as his tentacles spiked up, glowing, “I won’t let Damien kill her!”

Leo cast his special. A Zipcaster. He stood a distance away from the door, transferring the power of the Zipcaster to his feet and his right hand. He pressed his foot into the ground, holding his arm behind him with his hand in a fist. He yelled as she shot forward, the floor cracking under his feet. His fist slammed into the metal door, creating a shockwave as the metal bent and ripped open from the sheer power. Everything past the door was sent flying, and Leo’s Zipcaster immediately dissipated after the impact. He went flying through the door, slamming into the ground. He coughed, getting to his hands and knees, looking around.

Damien was already long gone.

Leo scrambled to his feet, bolting to the area of cells. The door to Blythe’s cell was wide open when he arrived. He frantically looked inside, but his hearts fell into his stomach.

Blythe was nowhere to be found.

“No… Damn it!” Leo snapped, “It was Damien who got to her already!”

#splatoon #splatoonoclore #splatoonwriting #I have no idea what im doing sorry.

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mitch-the-simp · 2 years ago

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Kenickie x Fem!Reader x Danny SFW Hcs (Polycule)

So- I'm obsessed with Grease- Will still post Jojo content, just been so brain rot I had to post this- fjdfkljhdfjkfsd-

Anyway, hope u guys enjoy this :D

Before meeting you, they definitely had something going on. Maybe a bit of a closeted relationship in which only they knew about it and not even the rest of the T-Birds knew they were together. Their eye contact is too intense and the sexual tension is- off the charts all the time.

Pre-Dating

When both of them first saw you they would do random little comments about your figure and personality to each other. Of course, they both were drooling over you.

At first, they definitely fought over you. Not physically, but they definitely competed for your affection. Of course, it wasn't too serious at the beginning.

Danny would try to spoil you rotten, while Kenickie was more of a seducer.

Kenickie invites you over for some drinks with fake IDs and then drove you two to a perfect make-out spot. He's kind of broke because of the car he just bought, so he's definitely stingy about taking you out to eat, and he doesn't feel shame in asking you for money either.

Danny drives you around the city and watches the sunset with you. He's very romantic and extremely sweet with you. Will take you to the malt shop and dance with you until you two get tired. He's very playful with you and will be happy enough to just have some innocent fun with you.

Eventually, you come to love both of them for their assets and flaws. You love Danny for his childish playful nature and Kenickie for his tough front and his shy soft interior. What can you say, their charm is perfect.

There came a time when they both argued about which one of them you truly loved and they went to you to have it all cleared up. And well... truth be told, you didn't wanna choose one of them.

So when the boys went, "So do you like, him or me?" you simply responded with, "I like both of you. No, I love both of you. I wish I could be... both of you's girl."

At first, they're shocked and even a bit undignified by your response, until Kenickie goes, "Wait Zuke, we could... uhh... y'know... share her... We could... y'know... let her in the uh... our thing...." Of course, referring to their little secret relationship (which you'd likely picked up on already. Of course, they never told you about it because they didn't wanna out themselves like that).

Danny looks at him, he was about to say something but then he started to actually think about his request. "Well... if you wanna we could but, y'know... there's a risk you know..." He mumbled back.

Before Kenickie even had time to respond, you instantly agreed. Telling them that you'd join their relationship.

They looked a bit confused at first about you quickly accepting, which is when you told them you knew about them. You told them you didn't mind, that you'd known for some time now and that you'd gladly be their girl.

of course, they were overjoyed, this was new for the three of you, but it was definitely going to be an experience!

While dating

At first, it's a tiny bit awkward for them. They're not really used to "sharing a chick", as they call it, but it comes with its advantages.

You spoil them rotten with affection. To the point where Danny is red in the face and Kenickie is embarrassed.

They both definitely hold your hand between theirs.

They drive you around together in Greased Lightning and take you out to the malt shop to dance and enjoy some food.

The boys definitely know they're sharing you and are even shocked at the fact that it's happening, but they respect it either way.

The other T-birds see you as the girl of the gang. Kenickie and Danny are the leaders of the gang and you're like their mom friend. You treat them with love as if they were your own best friends.

Danny (beautifully) sings for both you and Kenickie, and you three dance together at the Malt shop's dance nights.

You bring them lunch and even made little accessories like ties and handkerchiefs for formal occasions.

You three definitely have little matching necklaces.

#polyam life #polyamorous #poly relationship #kenickie murdoch #grease 1978 #danny zuko x reader #danny x kenickie #kenickie x danny #danny zuko #kenickie x reader x danny #grease imagine #grease

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beels-burger-babe · 4 years ago

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With You Always

***So I really really really love this idea, but I'm going to tweak it just a little bit so rather than only seeing them in mirrors, MC can just always see them when the brothers aren't around. This one is going to take place after they return to the human realm. I'm also going to be using he/him pronouns for the crush that'll be mentioned. I figured since all the dateables in the game identify as male, it'd be a safe bet. Thank you so so much for this creative request @gender-less-lemon (also I freaking love your profile picture. Monster Camp/Prom is hilarious)***

Summary: An average day of high school with MC...and the seven pact manifestations that haunt their vision.

TW: Bullying You were awoken not by an alarm, or your guardian, or even some random noise from outside, but rather a phantom gnawing on your arm. With a groan, you blinked open your eyes and saw just your regular old room, with one minor difference; a spectral red bear was happily teething on your elbow. You chuckled and pet the manifestation, noting the brightly glowing symbol of gluttony resting in its stomach. "Okay, Beel," you mumbled to yourself as you dragged yourself out of bed, pushing the purple translucent calf sleeping on your stomach, in the process. "I hear you." Ever since you had returned to the human realm, you had been followed around by spectral manifestations of the seven pacts that you owned. By the looks of things, no one else could see them, and they only appeared when the connected sin was active or needed, but it helped you feel less alone. You missed the brothers more than you had anticipated. It was more than a little bit of a culture shock to go from being loved and spoiled every day to being the misfit in your high school. Speaking of which, you needed to get going if you weren't going to be late. As you rushed around our room frantically grabbing the things you needed to get ready, the calf-like manifestation of sloth sat on your bed mooing in complaint. You sent a glare over to it as you finished collecting your belongings. "Trust me, I rather stay home and sleep too, buddy. But I have to go." Grabbing some fruit on your way out the door, you just managed to make it to school on time. Now it was simply a matter of surviving the day.

In all honesty, you preferred RAD to high school. In RAD, the subjects were interesting and grasped your attention without any problems at all. You had friends, even outside of the brothers. Sure there were always demons that would talk down about the kid human that clung to the demon lords, but you had the brothers to protect you. It was nice.

Now that you were back in the human world, you had none of that. In fact, you were even more of a misfit than when you were before. The teenager that vanished for a year and came back weirder than before; that was you. At first, you couldn't get people to leave you alone, but once they realized you weren't going to give them answers they backed off. You would occasionally laugh or whisper to the manifestations, which would earn you some more than weird looks, but you didn't care. These weird little ghost-like creatures were one of the only things you had connecting you to the Devildom. They meant more to you than anything else. As you entered your classroom, you had to bite back a laugh at the sight of one of your classmates looking around in confusion as, unknown to them, a golden yellow crow flapped around their head and pecked at the shiny earrings they were wearing. You took your seat in the back of the classroom and watch in amusement as the crow continued pecking at the various belongings of students, causing subtle chaos and confusion. Leave it to Mammon to make your day even when he wasn't actually there. Your teacher walked in and sat down in his chair. "Alright, class. Today we're going to continue with our history presentations. Remember these were subjects of your choice, so I do hope that you can at least pretend to be interested," he sighed and pulled out a clipboard. "Looks like the next person presenting is...MC." You winced and looked down at your notes. The topic was definitely one you were confident in, but to present it in front of your class. What if no one liked it? What if people laughed? What if- You felt a nudge on your arm. You glanced over to see a dazzling blue peacock, straightening its long neck out high as it puffed out its chest. The pride manifestation gestured forward with its head and almost seemed to smile at you. You smiled gently as you felt warmth grow from his pact mark on your inner wrist and stood up beside the peacock. It cawed and began to strut forward, leading the way to the front of the class. The mental image of Lucifer doing the same almost caused you to burst out laughing. You finally turned to the class and held your head up proudly as you began to speak. "My presentation today will be on biblical demonology and the way it has evolved throughout the eons of its existence." It was the best presentation you had ever given in your life. Riding off of the high from history class, the day seemed to fly by. Before you knew it was time for lunch. The bear was back, this time just softly moaning it continued butting your back with its head in an attempt to get you to go to the cafeteria faster. With one particularly heard shove, you were sent stumbling forward, directly into the chest of someone. "I'm so sorry! I'm a total clutz. I just tripped, I hadn't meant to-" you cut yourself off as you looked up and noticed you were looking at your crush. Your jaw snapped shut as you felt your face suddenly become uncomfortably hot. He smiled and waved off the apology. "It's alright. Just an accident right?" Your face became even hotter as you noticed a bright pink rabbit jumping up and down happily behind him. "I- Uh...Ehm...Y-Yeah! Yeah, t-totally an accident. I'm seat so I should go find my hungry. I-I mean!" He chuckled and nodded. "No worries, I get what you're trying to say. Enjoy your seat, MC," he gave you a wink, causing you to squeak as he walked off. You glared down at the rabbit running happy circles around your feet and the red bear that was sulking guiltily in a corner. "I blame you two for this." With an embarrassed huff, you entered the cafeteria and found yourself instantly wanting to walk back out. Everyone was laughing and talking with one another in their friend groups at their tables. Some gossiped eagerly over a magazine. Others sat silently with one another while they gamed or read books. There was even a table where a group of theatre kids were drumming out a soundtrack beat on the table while singing their favourite

songs. You ducked your head down and grabbed a tray of food before moving to the lonely table in the back, doing your best to ignore the giant orange snake that slithered between the tables, occasionally hissing and tripping students. You tried not to think of how you could be just like those groups of laughing friends, if only you were still at RAD. Your heart ached as you thought about the brothers. Maybe you could call them tonight. You let out a heavy sigh as you stood up and went to leave. You had almost made it to the door when a familiar face stopped you. Standing just a couple inches taller than you, surrounded by their groupies, was your tormentor, Taylor. You weren't entirely sure why they hated you so much. You just knew that they did, and that it got even worse when you came back from the Devildom. Taylor smirked with their arms crossed over their chest. "Where do you think your going? You haven't come to say hello yet." You scoffed and tried to walk past them. "Leave me alone, Taylor. I'm not in the mood for this today," before you could get very far, you were harshly onto the floor, stealing the breath from your lungs. You gasped and glared up at them. "What the fuck?!" The bully just sneered down at you. "You may not be in the mood for this, but I am. You know I heard about your weirdo presentation. Demons? Really? What are you, a satanist?" Their word choice was really ironic, for at that moment you noticed the large, white unicorn with flaming green hair and eyes appear behind them. The beast stomped its hooves and whinnied dangerously. You gulped nervously and looked up at Taylor. "Even if I was, it's not your business. I just find the topic interesting is all." You went to stand up, and therefore force the angry horse with a horn away from Taylor, but were stopped as they placed their foot on top of your chest. "I bet that's why you have all those weird tattoos, huh? What did you run away and join a cult for a year? Freak!" You could feel Satan's pact mark on the back of your neck grow hotter and hotter to the point that you were concerned the manifestation may be trying to summon him. Your eyes widen as you noticed it back up a few steps and point its horn at Taylor. You knew that the creatures normally could do small interactions with others, such as tripping or pushing, but you had never seen them attempt anything so violent. You couldn't just let it kill someone. "STOP!" The cafeteria fell quiet, but you weren't looking at them or even Taylor, you were looking at the unicorn. The manifestation neighed in frustration and jumped around, but obeyed your command. You slumped in relief. Looking back over to Taylor, you found them glaring down at you like you were nothing but a bug. They opened their mouth to degrade you even further when a teacher finally stepped forward. "What is happening here?" You walked over to the unicorn while Taylor fed the teacher a handful of lies. You leaned over to the manifestation and whispered under your breath. "Thank you for trying to protect me, but you can't hurt people. Just leave it be." The creature snorted and nuzzled your shoulder. In comparison to the hectic lunch hour, the rest of the day passed by with ease. In no time at all, you were back home in your room. You had just plopped onto your bed, when you heard a familiar ringtone. You smiled brightly and quickly grabbed your D.D.D. before immediately answering the phone. "Hello?" "Oh, you answered that quite quickly," you grinned at the surprise in Satan's tone. "I was just calling to-" "IS THAT MC?! GIMME!!!" You laughed as the sounds of Satan yelling and running from Mammon came through the other end. There was a yelp, a bang, and a victorious whoop before you could hear the device get picked up by someone. "'Hey MC! How was your day? I hope you didn't miss the great Mammon too badly. N-Not that I've missed you or anything just wanted to know how you're doin' is all." Belphie's purple calf climbed its way into your lap once more as you gently patted its head.

"I miss you too, Mammon. And today wasn't bad. I'd say it was pretty average overall." You could hear Satan growl in the background before there was a loud thud followed by a scream from Mammon. Satan took the phone back. "Just average you say? Nothing special?" You frowned and narrowed your eyebrows in confusion. "No, why?" To your right, the unicorn neighed softly and plopped down beside your bed. "Well, I could've sworn I felt our pact become triggered at some point today and...Well in all honesty I was concerned. We worry about you getting hurt without us there with you, MC." You couldn't help but smile softly as one by one each of the manifestations of your pacts made their way to your bed and laid down. "I know," you replied affectionately. "Though I'm never completely alone. So long as I have my pacts, you guys will always be with me." ***This was such an interesting concept to toy around with. I hope this wasn't too confusing and actually makes sense 😅😅 Thanks again for the amazing request @gender-less-lemon!***

Taglist @thegrimgrinningghost

@henry-and-the-seven-lords

@satans-beloved-riv

@cosmixbun

@sufzku

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me fic #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me asmodeus #obey me satan #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me demon brothers #obey me pacts #obey me requests #teen reader #teen mc #b requests

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nyerus · 3 years ago

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Hi, nyerus...Thanks for your blog and tweets...Because of you I decided to read the novel after I watched the donghua (so I'm kind a late into this fandom)....And I loved it....🤩🥰🤩 If you don't mind, can I ask you for the very short summary of the 8 extras in TGCF (what are they about)? When I want to read it, it's already been taken off by the translator....Again if it's bothering you, please ignore my ask, nyerus....But if you don't mind, I really loved it (I don't mind if you want to give the spoilers, too)....Thank you again, nyerus......

Oh I would be happy to!! I'm so touched that you got into TGCF because of me~ If I can get even a few people interested in this lovely work, then my goals have been accomplished!💕

The TGCF extras are all set post-canon, and seem to take place not that long after the original ending. Probably just a few months for most of them. These are pretty long summaries, but I wanted to get the important points across for each and not just do broad strokes for them. Hope you enjoy!

Yuanxiao Jie Extra

The first extra takes place on Yuanxiao Jie. Xie Lian is thinking about how lonely it was the last several hundred years, having to spend the festival alone. He recalls that once he came by a small stall selling yuanxiao/tangyuan, early in his exile. The family which ran the stall were waiting for a loved one, and Xie Lian felt a bit morose remembering that he had no one to wait for, nor anyone waiting for him. He could not even really taste the dessert because he was lost in his own thoughts and feelings, and remembered how in the past he had been quite a picky eater when it came to desserts. But now it all seemed like a lifetime ago, and he was just a pauper hauling around junk. (Also, it is implied that the family in this extra is He Xuan's, as the stall owner's name of "He" is the same. It's him + his wife + daughter + daughter in law, waiting for the son to return. It fits He Xuan's family description, thus takes place before He Xuan got his fate switched.) Xie Lian then snaps back to the present, shaken out of his thoughts of the past, as he and Hua Cheng are out on the town playing games in the festival. During one of the riddle games, Hua Cheng gets Xie Lian to say "Hua Cheng is my Husband" and gets amusement out of it, before the two of them retire to Qiandeng Temple. There, Xie Lian sees that Hua Cheng has prepared a dish of yuanxiao/tangyuan for them to share, and Xie Lian is overwhelmed by feelings of happiness and love at the gesture. He can finally remember what it was supposed to taste like.

Amnesia Extra

The next 4 extras are part of a set which make up the Amnesia story. Basically, Xie Lian gets hit with temporary amnesia due to a run-in with a monster that sucks out his memories (and Hua Cheng wasn't there with him at that time because he ran off to handle it himself, without waiting lol)! So Xie Lian wakes up with the memories of only his 17 year old self, before the time of his ascension. He's shocked to see all manner of marks on his body (evidence of Hualian's lovemaking hahaha), and sets out to find what is going on. He first tries to get in touch with Feng Xin and Mu Qing, but is suspicious of them not being real because neither of them know he's amnesic, so act differently towards him than he expects. He runs away pretty quick before they can stop him, but they supposedly are able to tell Hua Cheng somehow. Because as Xie Lian wanders to the nearest town, he is captivated by a very gorgeous man in red who invites him to share a meal. Xie Lian feels an instant connection to him, and basically Hua Cheng is able to get Xie Lian to trust him (and call him "San Lang gege"), so that Hua Cheng can keep him safe while trying to find that memory monster in the meanwhile. Hua Cheng definitely has a bit of fun in this one, he's clearly trying to stay respectful as possible but also a spoiled little Princelian is too cute and sweet.

It's also implied that Yin Yu is back and working for him again, as amnesiac!Xie Lian sees someone in Paradise Manor fitting Yin Yu's description, and who is working for Hua Cheng. Xie Lian feels indebbted to Hua Cheng and goes to find thag monster he overhears them talking about to repay him, and ends up actually defeating it. He doesn't regain his memory just yet, but is able to piece together some things, and thinks that Hua Cheng has tricked him and is the one responsible for defiling him. Hua Cheng gets him to calm down and explains the situation, and Xie Lian is distraught that he is a failure who was banished from Heaven and everything. He's afraid of regaining his memories and all the pain that comes with them, but Hua Cheng tells him to not be afraid. Xie Lian takes back his memories and they have a sweet "reunion." (And also Xie Lian is super embarrassed at how he acted the last few days lol!!! Plus it's implied in MXTX's note afterwards that they keep that monster for a little while to have some fun with it's memory powers for RP purposes?! Hahaha~)

Ghost King's Bedtime Story Extra

The next extra is one where Hua Cheng falls a bit feverish, and so Xie Lian reads him a bedtime story. It's a book he randomly picked up in the market from like the bargain bin, but it turns out to be a very explicit fanfic about the two of them!! A "scrap collecting immortal" and a "ghost king" is too much of a coincidence to be otherwise~ So it's implied that Hualian are so popular in the world that they have fanfic about them, hahaha. Hua Cheng also teases that for all it's inaccuracies, there are some details which are accurate, such as some details about their wedding night.... (In the fanfic, the "scrap immortal" asks to be "filled up" and this is what is implied to be true hahaha.) It's a very funny and lighthearted extra, for sure.

Cave of Ten Thousand Gods Extra

The next extra is of one of the statues in the Cave of Ten Thousand Gods escaping after coming to life. Thanks to a bought of intimate lovemaking leaving Xie Lian filled with extra spiritual energy, when he goes to visit the Cave to see what Hua Cheng is up to, many of the statues come to life. This includes one which Hua Cheng had made of Xie Lian from the Land of the Tender. This one actually manages to escape, and finds its way to Heaven. Feng Xin and Mu Qing are the only ones who see it, thankfully, and Hualian arrive to stop it and take it back. Hua Cheng makes a statue of himself to basically calm the Xie Lian statue down. And ultimately, Xie Lian gets the idea of there being a Hua Cheng statue to accompany all the Xie Lian statues in the cave, so that none will be lonely again.

Ghost King's Birthday Extra

The final extra is about Hua Cheng's birthday, where Xie Lian languishes over what to get him. He asks SQX who tells him of various mystical artifacts, but Xie Lian knows that Hua Cheng literally already has those very same ones -- and actually that Xie Lian has even broken one or two before on accident, or that Hua Cheng misuses from sheer lack of care about such things. Hahaha!!! He then asks Feng Xin and Mu Qing, who help him make a handmade belt, but it turns out awful and Xie Lian feels that he cannot give something so lame to Hua Cheng for his birthday. So he gets the idea to visit Guoshi and ask about making a longevity locket, which is basically a charm for protection, health, etc. He then returns to his old grave where Lang Qianqiu buried him following the horrible events of the Bloody Banquet and retrieves his old silver mask. Using that, he's able to make the locket and gives it to Hua Cheng. Unfortunately, thanks to that mask absorbing such negative emotions, it's basically cursed Xie Lian upon him touching it, as it contains some of his blood from that time long ago. He feels a sharp pain in his heart (where he was staked...) and tries to ignore it at first. But slowly it gets worse and worse until he finally passes out from the pain. Hua Cheng is extremely alarmed, and calls Feng Xin and Mu Qing to help. The two of them notice after Xie Lian wakes up that whenever Xie Lian looks at or is touched by Hua Cheng, the pain returns. Hua Cheng is lowkey devastated but goes to figure out what the curse is and how to break it. Xie Lian cannot bear being away from him, as even thinking about him causes him pain. But he figures, if he's going to die from pain just from that, then he would rather die in Hua Cheng's arms in that case. Even if it's painful. So he teleports with the dice to where Hua Cheng is (which is that old gravesite), and essentially curls up in his arms. Hua Cheng is distraught, but the others catch up to them, along with Lang Qiangqiu. He explains a few things about what happened, and Hua Cheng is like this close to killing him, but is stopped by Xie Lian. They figure out it's the fact that the cursed mask made into that longevity locket is to blame, as it's reacting to the fact that Xie Lian is so in love with Hua Cheng that his heart cannot help but best faster whenever they're together. And when that happens, it's causing pain. Hua Cheng destroys the locket, which releases the curse, and Xie Lian no longer feels any pain. They return to Ghost City, and Xie Lian presents to him the little belt he had made as a consolation gift, and Hua Cheng is so overjoyed that he wears it out on the town even though Xie Lian thinks it's hideous, and gets him to wear it inside out at least lol. Incredibly sweet and touching overall, my explanation does not do it justice!!

#tgcf #tian guan ci fu #hob #heaven official's blessing #answers #asks #dnana-2809-blog

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lavenderlyncis · 2 years ago

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F, R, U?? :)

This turned out so so long, I'm very sorry <3

F: a snippet from a dialogue scene that I'm proud of with an explanation

This was kind of tricky, because there are so many scenes from tbwb that I would love to talk about and explain. I decided on this one purely, because I can talk about it without spoiling too much.

"This one is called 'sunflowers'," Regulus began.

James wheezed at this. "I wonder why."

"Shut the fuck up." He cleared his throat. "Anyway, this was painted with only three shades of yellow. He demonstrated that it was possible to paint with one singular colour, without losing any amount of eloquence. The sunflowers represented a sort of gratitude for Van Gogh. He once wrote that in a way, he owned the sunflower. I believe that to be true. No one else has ever painted sunflowers quite like he did."

"I guess." The dismissal in James' voice made Regulus' blood boil.

He sharply turned to him. This time, James was looking at the painting and not at him, which was strangely disappointing. "Excuse you?"

"I mean, yeah, he owns the sunflower, but that's not a very nice flower to own." He shrugged and focused on Regulus again.

Regulus was shocked. The sunflower, not a nice flower to own? Didn't James have any eyes? He opened his mouth, but no words came out.

James, the tasteless prick, continued. "It's not as impressive as painting... oh, I don't know, water lilies perhaps."

"Excuse you?!" Regulus saw red. "You did not just compare Van Gogh to Monet, did you?" His voice became shrill, and he had half a mind not to actually scream at James in public.

"He is the superior impressionist," he asserted with mischief glinting in his eyes.

Regulus sputtered. "He is- No! What? How do you even come to that conclusion? The audacity! You come into this museum and disrespect the man himself?!"

"What can I say, I just always liked water lilies better than sunflowers." He shrugged and Regulus paused.

Was James trying to tell him something? This had most likely been some teasing on James' part, but 'water lilies'? James had to be a fool to not read the hidden meaning of that. Was this his way of rejecting him yet again?

Regulus had gotten the message the first time. James didn't need to remind him.

I like this scene so much because it tells us everything we need to know about James and Reg's dynamic and the cause of their issue.

On a surface level, James tries to get under Regulus' skin because he likes seeing his reaction. Regulus is very reactionary when it comes to James. Those two know exactly what they have to say to rile the other up and that's a very important part of their relationship. It shows how well they know each other.

On a deeper level, the entire core conflict they are facing gets demonstrated here. James says something random without thinking about it and Regulus, lead by his insecurities, interprets a deeper meaning into it, that James didn't intend. They face a major miscommunication issue that they need to adress, but neither of them have realized that it's even happening.

I also just really enjoy the metaphor of Lily being waterlilies by Monet and Regulus being sunflowers by Van Gogh. The sunflower motive is going to be continued throughout the entire story, which can be seen by the title of the very chapter that scene is from, "blooming of a sunflower", which is a reference to Regulus' feelings being rekindled.

R: are there any writers that i consider an influence?

I would be a fool to not mention @mcplestreet here. I think my love for their work is widely known, but they are singlehandedly responsible for getting me to post my work, so they definitely had the lairgest influence on me.

Another writer I would consider an influence is actually @wegkreuzer. She's not a fanfic author, but she sends me poems and sometimes short stories of hers that always inspire me in some way. There's even going to be one of her poems featured in tbwb.

U: Three of my favourite fic writers and why I love them so much

I don't think I can choose just three. I'm sorry. These are in no particular order.

@aureusprongs. I don't think I even need to elaborate. Omnia vincit amor is a masterpiece. He just gets the characterisations of these characters right.

@euphorial-docx just delievers the best version of Regulus there is, but what I truly admire her for is how they're able to set the atmosphere. I have such a vivid image in my head when reading their work and it's wonderful.

@plutosmoony has an amazingly artistic portrayal of Regulus' mental health, which is so addicting to read. I love it when people put work into their themes and motifs and Pluto does that so much.

@thebattlehamster. No one is surprised by that. I love it when characters lament about the past and when you were mine is full of that. Yaz is able to create a story that's so dramatically beautiful and I love them for it.

Yes, I'm gonna put @mcplestreet here too. How could I not? They're stories are pure art. I especially admire them for portraying the Jegulus interactions in such a beautifully romantic way.

I just realized that I can't actually name everyone that I wanted to name and now I'm sad :(

Just know that if I follow you, you belong on this list as well. And if I don't follow you, you probably also belong on this list. I read a lot.

#asks #fic: the bridges we burned (and the home we built)

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cheekygreenty · 4 years ago

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His Queen - The Darkling x Reader

bitch, I think I outdid myself on this one. I'm shocked I wrote this

He hated the Tsar. He hated himself, but he didn't hate you. How could he of let this happen, he's never been a slave to his emotions. You were married, no, scratch that, you were the Queen for Saint's Sake. The Tsar had made it common knowledge that you didn't belong anywhere but the Grand Palace, in a glittering gown and a jeweled crown upon your always perfect hair sitting in front of a fire sipping on your tea. He wanted you nowhere near the action or actual Palace life. You were merely an accessory to him.

The young and innocent girl raised in nobility, who caught the old bastard's eye by fluttering your eyelashes at him, longing for his person.

Bullshit.

Aleksander could see your repulsion whenever you were in your husband's presence. The longing eyes as you looked at the doors, the shiver that rattled your spine as his sweaty hand gripped yours, or the increasing sadness in your eyes as the months went on. The jewels around your neck glistened, but your eyes didn't. Not anymore.

He had done some digging in the months following the wedding, and rest assured you didn't belong anywhere near the palace. You were scrappy, ready for a fight at all times. There were numerous accounts of you running around villages, fighting your way through pubs and inns. Your parents, the Duke and Duchess, were downright ashamed of you before your big day. You were itching to drop everything and join the First Army the second you had the chance. You were skilled in ways no noble was; you had street smarts.

Then the late Queen died and you were presented on a silver platter to the King, donning all the family jewels that never sit quite right. The King couldn't help himself, the public blamed the grief for his hasty marriage, 'he needed a companion.' But in reality, he saw what he could have and grasped you up the second he had the chance. And now you were stuck here, in a cage with no way out.

Aleksander didn't take a liking to you at the start. All he saw was what the King wanted him to see and for that, he feels tremendous guilt. He thought you to be proper and uptight and spoiled, so when you approached him the first time, franticly asking for advice about a simple state matter that was dropped into your lap by the General himself, he couldn't help but snigger at you and convey news of the stupid Queen to his fellow Grisha.

He didn't know the King treated you like a child or that all of this was new to you. I should've seen it he cursed himself, for the weeks to follow you were the talk of both the Palaces and news spread to camps on the front.

The stupid, young, ditsy girl who couldn't put together a luncheon for Ravka's war heroes was the Queen. Ridiculous.

He believed it too until he had seen you out one night when he couldn't sleep. You were deep in the forest, tending to your black stallion and in what looked like peasant clothing. You had mud on your boots and your hair was messily braided. There was a tatted punching bad tied up on a tree and another person sitting against a log, breathing heavily and clutching his side. Aleksander never made himself known, just blended into the darkness as he did best but continued to watch you eagerly. Only then did he faintly make out your bruised knuckles and the tears in your breeches.

'Again?'

'Saints Y/N no, I've got a way to go and the way you just bruised my ribs, I've a painful journey ahead of me' mused the sitting man.

That night, Aleksander sent out his best Grisha to collect information and asked Genya to tend to you, but you denied yet again (only after asking her to fix up your hands).

Ever since then, Aleksander has been observing you and getting to know you when he could, telling his Grisha it was to gather information since Genya was no longer garnering the Queen's secrets, but he felt drawn to you for whatever reason. You were the best part of his day; whether it was a simple smile sent his way or you rambling about the ways you avoid being followed around the palace, he listened intently and set the shared memories into his brain.

The General was a mystery to you. With his extremely handsome face and confident stances, he mesmerized you to the point of a blank mind. Whenever your eyes met his, it could be in a room of 60 people, rest assured you were right by his side in an instant. You had sought out his presence wherever you went and clung to it while you could.

But the King had made his opinion of the Darkling obvious, and his hatred ran deep. 'He likes to think he rides a horse above everyone else.' 'He's most unnatural.' You didn't care though. As long as he kept himself away from you and just used his words and not actions, you were fine.

You had gathered a particular kindness for late evening walks before bed, silently slipping onto the grounds of his palace, awaiting his companionship. It might have only been 40 minutes out of your day, but it was always better than not seeing him.

Ivan had pointed out that you had an air of hostility around you every time you were in a room with your husband and your heart tended to beat dangerously fast as if you were panicking. So Aleksander attempted to pull you away from him and distract you from the horrid man, and it seemed to work. He grew to like you and would miss your witty humor when he went back to the Little Palace.

Months had passed and he never grew sick of your presence, ironically he craved more of it. He tried to tell himself that you were just a part of his plan, nothing more, but things got even more complicated. He had accidentally mentioned seeing you that night in the forest, and instead of being hostile about it, you told him you enjoyed a fight or two and invited him to join you. That night, after multiple rounds of sparring and hard hits, he kissed you fervently. And again and again, until you both got past the point of going back.

You acknowledged the risk only after it happened and started to panic. You had an affair with the General of the Second Army. He seemed to be in the same state as you. But before you went your separate ways, he held you in his arms and promised it would all be ok. You believed him.

He got back to his chambers that night and his demeanor changed behind the closed doors. He was so mad. He always swore to take what the King loved most and destroy it before his very eyes, but this was a sick joke the Saints played on him. He needed to protect you, get you out of the Tsar's grip, and hide you away from any harm. There was nothing he wouldn't do to keep you out of danger's way and he knew it. Why did he let this happen? He knew that whatever your ending may be, you would get hurt, maybe not physically, but definitely emotionally.

You had told him of all the things the King did to you, how he treated you and paraded you around. You begged Aleksander to do something about it, to help you get out of that life and back to your old one, but there was nothing he could do and it broke his heart.

'I wish I could do something Y/N, I truly do, but I am not as powerful as you may think I am. The King is still the King' he had told you, guilt building in him.

He was sitting at his desk in his chambers now, looking out the window feeling fidgety. You were late for your evening walk, like really late. Sure it happened before, but Aleksander had a weird gut feeling that something happened. Maybe the King found out? or maybe you finally realized the magnitude of the situation and came to your senses?

He knew if the King whiffed out a sliver of what was going on with his wife and Aleksander, he would rain hellfire. He was a powerful man, the most powerful man in all of Ravka and there was nothing more dangerous than an embarrassed man's actions.

His thoughts were interrupted by a loud noise he hadn't heard in a very long time, followed by the very loud thuds of falling books. The tunnel?

'ALEKSANDER?' your panicked voice reached him and triggered something primal in him. fight or flight. He and his shadows shot up and ran to you but stopped dead in his tracks, the black matter disappearing in on itself. You stood at the entrance to the tunnel, visibly shaking with anger, but that's wasn't the cause of his shock.

'Saints Y/N' He whispered, realization flooding over him like a nasty wave of ice-cold water. Your once ivory white nightgown was drenched in crimson but you were uninjured, it wasn't yours. The huge green Lanstov emerald sitting atop your left hand was smeared in red too, giving it a brown tinge.

'I need to get out of here right now.' You sounded solid and stern, the panic was long gone. The scrappy fighter was back.

Aleksander had always known what to say. But now, he didn't have a single word come to his mind and his body refused to move, he was rendered speechless and useless. This is a nightmare, surely, he prayed.

'Y/N I-I, What happ-'

'Aleksander, unless you want to see my head on a pike by dawn, I suggest you help me' You said as you moved across the room, after closing the tunnel door firmly shut. How does she even know about these tunnels?

'I once heard a drunkard speak of tunnels beneath the palaces, I tried my luck' You said answering his question without even being asked,

Your hands moved quick, shedding yourself of the nightgown and holding it in your hands as you moved to grab his black robe off a chair. Aleksander still stood there, his head whirling with so many thoughts, it debilitated him. He needed her to say it.

'Y/N did you do what I think you did'

'You know I did'

At that moment the doors burst open to reveal Ivan with an alarmed look on his face and his hands raised, ready to jump into action, most likely alerted by the falling books. But he faltered when he saw you, The Queen, covered in blood and holding a bloody nightgown in the most secure room of the Little Palace.

'Great another witness' You huffed and dumped the gown into the fireplace.

'Moi soverenyi, what is the meaning of this?'

'Ivan I wish I could tell you.'

'I killed the King. I have approximately 3 hours before somebody notices him laying in his own blood with his neck slit open' You sighed and sat down, head in your hands. This was the first moment you'd had to process it all, and it was overwhelming, to say the least.

A silence enveloped the room as the fire roared back to life, already having burnt the evidence to a crisp. Aleksander finally came to his senses, moved and grabbed a bowl of water and a cloth.

'Did anybody see you leave?' He asked as he handed you the items to wash your hands of the sticky blood.

'No. I made sure of it. I traveled through the tunnels.'

'And the King? There is no weapon near him?' Ivan interrupted.

Slowly you bent down and pulled a small dagger out of your shoe. Small but sharp.

'Give that to me' Aleksander took it out of your hands and walked out of the room while you continued to scrub the crimson off your hands.

You momentarily looked at Ivan, he didn't look mad or upset. He looked like a soldier.

'Are you not mad your King is dead?' You mused.

'He was not my King'

'That makes two of us' You were done cleaning your hands and moved to clean the ring. Should I burn this too?

'Leave it on. If things go sideways, you can buy your freedom' Aleksander returned. 'Ivan go get 2 horses and pack essentials. Get Genya too. I trust you to keep quiet.'

'Yes Moi soverenyi, Moya tsaritsa' He bowed his head quickly and waltzed out the room.

'Aleksander I'm scared now.....what have I done' You whispered. He took hold of your hand and pulled you into him. He held you tight, not wanting to let go.

'It's going to be ok. I promise. There's a small cottage down south I want you to go to. Ivan will take you. You will be safe. I will right this. I will protect you as I should've done earlier.' He kissed you deeply, letting all of the emotions flow through without the need for words.

'And what then?' You whispered against his lips.

'You be you. Perhaps go to Ketterdam. I feel you belong there... or come back to me when the time is right' He kissed you again, it was sweet and sad. A goodbye kiss. 'I love you, and even though you don't like it, you are my Queen. Forever'

'I love you too' Your hands fisted at his beautiful black kefta as tears dripped off your face.

****

That night you fled, your hair and appearance completely changed. The peasant clothes you felt comfortable in were on your back while the heartrenderer galloped beside you. Os Alta was still asleep as you sped down south, praying to the Saints that leaving Aleksander to deal with your mess was the right decision. That he would be ok too.

Ravka was shaken by the news of their dead King and the missing Queen. Some say she was dead, kidnapped by Fjerdans, and slaughtered mercilessly, others said Kerch merchants had her thrown in the Fold as she refused to give up information.

Either way, Aleksander had made sure you weren't regarded as a murderer and kept his promise to give you a chance to return to the Little Palace, to him.

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arcadejohn127-9 · 4 years ago

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Demon brother's reaction to Teenage! MC being effected by their sin

Slight angst but not really, just stressed guilty demons not wanting to be a bad influence on you

Lucifer:

Normally you weren't too bad with asking for help

Hesitant but never this avoident

He leaned on your doorway, watching as you hunched over your desk

Trying hard to continue your work despite your growing frustration

He decided to step in, gently knocking on your door

"what is it? I'm busy."

"You look like you need help, what class are you struggling in?"

There seemed to be a snap within you

You turned to him with a furious look; eyes filled with shame and anger

"Are you implying I'm stupid?! I don't need your help! Don't look down on me!"

He recognized this; it was similar to his thought process

You were suffering with your pride

But he insisted, his own pride flaring up and not wanting to accept that he's rubbed off on you in any way

The two of you argued until it got to the point you were crying

He pushed himself through his own wounded ego and pulled you into a hug

Apologizing for not noticing his sin was effecting you sooner

Mammon:

He was always dragging you along with his terrible plans

It was no wonder that his sin started to affect you

You become possessive of anything you owned and refused to spend money

No matter how much you needed something you refused to spend a penny

Not wanting to see the decrease of money in your piggy bank

Mammon only noticed when you became more impulsive

Whilst you were a trouble maker yourself, you were also his impulse control and voice of reason

It shocked him when you completely agreed to heist some witches

"Oi, aren't you supposed to be the voice of reason here?! Why are you agreeing to do something like that, huh?!"

You didn't understand why he was trying to be the mature one

He bickered with you about your recent behaviour; not liking the change

"why can't I be greedy?! You're the avatar of greed, you should be encouraging this behaviour!"

"Because you're better than that! You know I want you to spoil yourself and of course, me, but you can't be trying to rob people with me."

"but you wanted me to!"

It went on like that for awhile until Lucifer came and found you two

You were both put in time out for being stupid

You had to be away from mammon until his Sins effect worn off

Levithan:

He was freaking out you were envious of HIM

some shut in who does nothing with his life but game and obsess over anime

When you expressed jealously over the fact he got to stay at home all the time and do whatever he wanted

REPEATEDLY

He was starting to think something was wrong with you

There's no way you could be as envious as him!

"Who are you and what did you do to my player 2?! Are you a little D in disguise?!"

"I wish I was a little D, they look so cute and have cool little horns-"

He tries to exorcise you

Locked you out his room when he realized your behaviour was because of his sin

He feels terrible

But don't worry, when you're back to normal he lets you play whatever you want and sneaks you out of school to stay at home

Satan:

At first he thought it was hormones but as soon as he brought it up

He was yelled at for being insensitive and made you upset

"NOT EVERYTHING IS HORMONES! WHAT?! I CAN'T FEEL THINGS NORMALLY?!"

At first, he took it as you were just having a bad week and tried be mindful of his words

But when he saw you throw a book because you could do your homework without struggling

He pieced together that there was something wrong

He didn't want to release his wrath on a teenager

He wasn't going to throw hands- maybe he will if you keep snapping at him like that

Definitely an argument that shakes the whole house

"YOU DON'T TALK TO ME LIKE THAT HUMAN! I AM THOUSANDS OF YEARS OLDER THAN YOU! YOU WILL RESPECT ME AND STOP BEING SUCH A MOODY LITTLE-"

"SHUT UP OLD TIMER! YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING! I SHOULD YOU BE IN A NURSING HOME!"

Just for both of your safety the brothers split you two

You were grounded for a week for destroying the library along with Satan

The break let him figure out his sin was effecting you

When you weren't grounded anymore he came to your room to apologize

Asmodeus:

He noticed your influx in sexuality

Coming to him more about advice and becoming open about what you're interested in

He found it adorable, happy you're discovering yourself

It only became an issue when he found out Mammon was in a fight with a lower demon over you

Even asmo has challenged a few demons to stay away from you as you kept trying to force yourself in adult situations

The more reckless you got the more worried he got

"I love your spirit but you have to be careful, you're still young and shouldn't be apart of that crowd."

"I'll be safe if I'm with you, right? So why does it matter-"

"Wait until your older to go to the type of parties they're going to, it's too extreme."

You didn't enjoy the brothers stopping you from doing what you wanted

Lucifer kept dress coding you

Asmo ended up helping you be able to express yourself and feel mature but without sexualizing yourself

Though, it was a shame he had to take a break from spending time with you

Seeing as it was his sin that was effecting you

Definitely, the most supportive but wants you to be safe

Beezlebub:

An eating buddy? He was overjoyed!

He felt proud when he noticed you were eating more than usual

Even offering you food more often when he noticed you looked peckish

You were always helping him with his hunger so he wanted to return the favour

Did get confused when you kept insisting you were still hungry after sharing a buffet with him

"Are you sure? I don't know if humans can eat that much, you seem full-"

"But I'm hungry!"

"Lack of water can make you feel hungry, let's go get some drinks."

He had a hard time saying no to you

He was sucker for your puppy eyes, always falling for your tricks

When he saw your hunger expressed itself in more ways than hunger

He put two and two together; you were becoming overwhelmed with gluttony

He wasn't always the sharpest but when it came to knowing himself and his loved ones?

He's got it

Has the other brother's distract you and keep you away from him

He was really guilting he was effecting you, he didn't mean to but now you're in pain and never satisfied

He couldn't stand to see it

Belphegor:

He often got you to sleep besides him so when you started sleeping more; he didn't think much of it

He was enjoying the company

Having someone sleep as much as him was rare and wasn't natural for a human

But life was stressful and he didn't want to get in your bussiness

That was until it became his business

Your lack of motivation was conflicting his lack of motivation

He'd ask you to do something for him but you'd be too tired to do it

"You're still in bed? I asked you for your hair brush hours ago."

"just give me a minute, I'm not feeling it today."

You were getting in trouble at school due to your depressive like state

All the brothers got worried when they noticed you didn't leave your room all day

Luckily, you staying in your room all the time gave you the break you needed

Everyone was relieved when you bounced back

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cherry-gemz · 4 years ago

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Only You: Ransom Drysdale x You

Summary: You and Ransom are an unlikely pair: different social classes, different personalities. But you find yourself together, but after an eventful evening, will it last?

Pairings: Ransom Drysdale x F!Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: 18+, mention of smut, slight dom!/sub!, tw violence, anger, roleplaying

A/N: My entry for @the-ce-horniest-book-club drabbles. This is meant to be silly roleplay. Just what the reader and Ransom do to spicy things up. I do not condone violence or any aggressive behavior. Everyone has consent. Under 18 DNI, pls.

Prompt: "I can't believe you're ending it over something so ridiculous!"

"I can't believe you're ending it over something so ridiculous!"

"It's not ridiculous. I saw it with my own eyes."

"You're crazy!"

"You better believe it, doll, but I'm not stupid. I know when two people have slept together."

"Ran, you need to get your eyes checked!" You spat and threw your drink at his face. The rest of the restaurant viewed the lover's spat and couldn't look away.

He wiped the drink from his face and shook the excess off from his hand. A devilish smirk appeared and then his face remained still.

Maybe I went too far, you thought. He's going to kill me.

***

Ransom Drysdale. His name was well known in the tri-state area: prolific playboy, a different woman on his arm every week. The only child of Richard Drysdale and Linda Thrombey, and grandson of Harlan Thrombey, a successful writer and mystery novelist extraordinaire. His arrogance and charisma originally turned you off though.

As the New England Club tennis instructor, you found yourself loathing the bratty socialite at first. His extreme good looks and physique were of course delicious to look at, but when he started up lessons with you, you nearly quit. He was a cocky son-of-a-bitch. Never much for small talk on the court.

The Thrombey's in general were self pretentious jerks; leeching off the renowned writer that started his publishing company from the ground up. Not quite old money, but definitely not new. No, the Thromby's were definitely fat cats when talking of wealth and status, but underneath all the designer clothing and flashy cars were hypocritical jerks and wankers. They weren't the self made millionaires as they proclaimed. No, Daddy Thrombey had every part in their success. Without his help, they'd be a fisherman's family.

But Ransom, oh Ransom. You were abhorrently disgusted at how he talked to the staff at the club. Shouting at the waiters when they got his whiskey or scotch order incorrect. Tossing plates at the hostess when his steak wasn't prepared to his likening. Even the pro shop boys were afraid of him that one time he went all Mcintyre on his newly strung racket.

But with you he was different. No, with you he was charming, polite...sweet even. Which made you weary even more of his intentions. He hadn't half bad at the game either, you thoroughly enjoyed playing a match with him. He took a lot of his aggression and stress out on the court and it was fun being competitive.

Eventually he asked you out for a drink, after two times of declining you accepted...mainly because you were curious of how a lazy, spoiled, man-child that was pushing early thirties, could still be so damn attractive.

So that date became two...those two dates became a month. And before you knew it, you were together six months and shocked that he was still entertained. The girls at the front desk were always flirting with him, but ever since you two were dating, he only had eyes for you.

And you for him. Until one night at a local restaurant, where while you waited for him to arrive, you sat at the bar nursing your dry martini. The man that Ransom accused you of sleeping with was attractive. A bit older than what you'd dated in the past, but attractive nonetheless.

"Here alone?" His voice was like butter as he pulled the stool next to you. You crossed your legs and flashed a thigh, your elongated stems were velvety and smooth from a wax appointment earlier that morning. You bit into the green olive and pulled it slowly off the wooden pick, your lips pursed and enticing, stained with a bordeaux wine color.

"Not exactly," you purred as you looked him up and down. His trim physique and armani suit was to be impressed by.

"Well, if you were my date I would never leave your side," he replied as he motioned to the bartender.

You leaned over the bar, pushing your chest up, giving ample viewing.

"Is that right?"

"Indeed. Why, I would kiss the ground you walk on, you're Aphrodite in the flesh."

You smile and giggle at the attention you receive. Unaware that Ransom had arrived and was watching the two of you from afar. The man slinked his hand on your thigh and you startle.

"I have a hotel room not too far from here, what do you say?"

You chest began to burn at the touch of his rough hands. Hands you were not used to. Why, the ones that would caress you down were soft, strong, and lean. Ones that never worked a day in their life.

You grab his hand and twist his wrist and unrelent. Gritting a smile through your teeth, you whisper in the intruder's ear.

"I say, if you lay another finger on me, you'll be peeing through a catheter for a week."

The man whimpered as you released your grip. Ransom barged between you two and decked him square in the jaw.

"You asshole!" He shouted as some patrons screamed. "Don't touch her."

Your intruder fell flat to the ground and everyone stared.

"C'mon, Y/N," Ransom's voice bellowed.

"I'm not done with my drink," you jest.

"I'll buy you a million more elsewhere, let's go."

The man got up slowly and rubbed his jaw, he started to yell obscenities, but security arrived and whisks him away.

"Did you know that guy?" He demanded. His east coast accent always came out thicker when he raised his voice.

You cooly take a sip of your drink, "What? Of course not."

"Yous looked like you did."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means, I'm not here for like five seconds and you already have a guy drooling over you. You let him touch you, Y/N!"

"I didn't let him do anything," you pull your compact out of your clutch and fix the crease of your eyelid makeup and brush it with your finger. You snap your compact shut and you can feel Ransom's temper build. His blood boiling, the nerve of that man. Touching you. Thinking that he could satisfy you. It got you hot that Ransom was jealous.

"Well what did you say to him? I saw you whisper in his ear!"

"I just warned him to not touch me again. I can handle myself Ran."

"You've been sleeping with him."

"That's rich, Ransom."

"Tell me I'm wrong."

You look at him dead straight in the eye, "You're wrong." His chest puffed, his cheeks red. He was showing a different side of him.

"Ransom doesn't like to share," you smirk and he slips his hand behind the small of your back.

"I won't ask again, Y/N. Let's go."

You sit up from the stool, "That was you asking?"

"You know what, Y/N…"

"What?"

"We're over."

Your heart drops to your stomach and you want to puke. We're over? Why? Because of some dumb misunderstanding? Is he serious?

"I can't believe you're ending it over something so ridiculous!"

"It's not ridiculous. I saw it with my own eyes."

"You're crazy!"

"You better believe it, doll, but I'm not stupid. I know when two people have slept together."

"Ran, you need to get your eyes checked!" You spat and threw your drink at his face. The rest of the restaurant viewed the lover's spat and couldn't look away.

He wiped the drink from his face and shook the excess off from his hand. You storm out of the restaurant with him quickly behind you. Your heels pound on the cement as you turn the corner around the dark building. The sound of the harbor waves and the rocking of the boats can be heard from a distance.

"Y/N."

You continue to stride along the brick wall, the moon shone above the inked sky.

"Y/N!" He repeated as he grasped you by the hips. You peered into his blue eyes and searched for answers. He stared intently into yours and didn't say anything. Within seconds, he smashed his lips onto yours, smearing the once perfectly colored lips. His hands cupped your face with a strong hold and you grabbed his dress shirt collar and pressed your body into his.

His hands roam up and down your silhouette, then they find themselves on your globes and he clutches your ass.

He grunts through the kiss as you sigh seductively. He peppers his kisses down your cheek to your neck and sucks on your chest, leaving a mark.

"Ran…" you say breathlessly as his left hand trails up your thigh.

"You are mine…" he coos as you nod.

"Yes, baby…"

"He had no right to touch you."

"No, it was bad. You taught him a lesson."

"You've been bad, it's your turn for a lesson," he whispers in your ear as he inserts his tongue and runs it along your lobe. Chills rub up and down your body and you build a pool between your legs.

"So bad…" you tease.

"Y/N…" he says as you grasp his excitement through his trousers.

"Did you mean it?"

"Mean what baby?" He asks as he slips a digit beneath your panties.

"That we're over," you squeak as you close your eyes and he continues to pleasure you.

"Yes…" he ramps up his ministrations and you grab his wrist, unhappy with his answer. He smiles devilishly.

"Ransom!"

He stops, but doesn't leave his hand from your folds. He looks earnestly in your eyes, even though the unlit side of the restaurant, you can tell he's exposed and being real.

"In ways that I'm done hiding, baby. No more. I want you to be my girl, I want to tell everyone."

This is the Ransom that you know, not the man who hated his family and has never had a nice thing said about him. No, he's a complicated one, but he's yours.

"W-what?" You choke. You had been on the down low all these months considering you were his tennis instructor. You'd be fired for breaching the conflict of interest with a client, and you weren rich like him. The strutiny you'd receive from his family, from the town. All eyes would be on you. He cups your cheek with his free hand.

"Move in with me, baby. I'm crazy about you. I don't want anyone else. You're it, doll."

"Ran…"

"What do you say?" He asks as he starts to pleasure you once again and stifle a giggle.

"You are nuts," you reply as you see stars.

"Fine. But next time I choose the roleplaying, tonight got out of hand," you say and shove him playfully.

"Sure thing, baby. Whatever you say."

#chris evans #ransom drysdale fanfiction #ransom drysdale x reader #hugh ransom drysdale #ransom thrombey x you #chris evans fanfic #smut #roleplaying #the ce hbc

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mimisempai · 4 years ago

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Happily ever now

What if Cass went to his uncle to tell him about Bucky and Sarah's discussion? What if tonight was the night Sam wanted to surprise Bucky?

Oneshot - >1400 words

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31403135

As Sam was getting his picture taken with half the population of Delacroix, he felt someone pulling at his sleeve.

"Uncle Sam! Uncle Sam!"

Cass was jumping around him.

"Is it true you don't want Uncle Bucky to move in with you because you don't want to share?"

Sam froze, in shock.

"Huh? Who told you that?"

"Well, it was Uncle Bucky, he was talking to Mom, she asked him when are you guys moving in together. And then Uncle Bucky he said he would like to move in with you but you didn't want to share."

"Okay Cass, don't say you told me all that, promise?"

"Why? Is it a secret?"

"Yes, or rather a surprise."

A slightly spoiled surprise, but with Bucky's cyborg brain, you could expect anything.

"Just tell me Cass, did Bucky look sad when he said that?"

"Oh no no, he was even smiling."

Sam, a little relieved, thought to himself all was not finally spoiled. As he walked over to the table where Sam, Sarah and the kids were now, seeing how Bucky looked like part of the family, he felt filled with a sense of completeness he hadn't felt in a long time.

He thought about how Bucky had come into his life. He thought about how far they had come since their chaotic beginnings. Thinking about the misunderstandings. They had come to understand each other, to accept each other, to love each other. And Sam knew that it was now up to him to take the last step.

After the dinner, he went to join his sister for a moment, while Bucky shared a beer with Carlos listening to his anecdotes about Delacroix and the Wilsons.

Sarah smiled as she saw him approach, "So Sam, is it tonight?"

"Yeah, I think so." now that he said it out loud Sam wasn't so sure of himself.

"Hey Sam, it's okay you know. Anyone here could tell you how committed Bucky is to you. Honestly I think he's just waiting for that, but he'll never tell you, because he doesn't want to force you into something. In fact you both care so much about each other that you forget about yourself sometimes. You know, I'm really happy that you found happiness, you deserve it. I'm so proud of you Sam."

Sam hugged his sister, and she whispered in his ear, "It's going to be okay, I'm sure."

"Thanks little sister."

Then he left for the lakefront. As Sarah watched him go, she thought to herself that she was so happy that Sam had found someone good. She knew Bucky's past. She knew the wounds of her brother's past. Sam and Bucky were each what the other needed. Sam never handled Bucky with kid gloves, and Bucky, whose stubbornness Sarah had witnessed many times, Bucky always accepted being challenged by Sam. He had confessed to Sarah one night that Sam was the person he trusted most.

Sarah also saw the good that Bucky did for Sam. Bucky was sometimes worse than a mother hen with Sam, especially when they came back from their missions. Even when Bucky wasn't directly involved, he insisted on accompanying Sam. If her brother sometimes looked a little annoyed, Sarah thought it was cute, because deep down she knew it made Sam happy.

She was relieved that he finally had someone in his life who cared for him, someone he didn't have to be the strongest with all the time, someone who understood him and with whom he could lay down his weapons.

"Hey Sarah, have you seen Sam?"

Sarah smiled fondly, these two were wearing their hearts on their sleeves. It was kind of like watching a romcom that never had a happy ending, because they were a happy ending all the time. Even when they argued, and that happened regularly, you could see the love between them.

"Over there."

She pointed to the figure facing the lake.

"Thanks!" Bucky gave her a kiss on the cheek before moving towards her brother.

She couldn't help but call out to Bucky. "Hey Bucky, be nice to him, otherwise next to me, Carlos will look like an angel, okay?"

Bucky looked a little flabbergasted before replying, "Always Sarah." and then he gave her what she called the special Sam smile -the one Bucky gave when he talked about or to Sam- before going on his way.

Sarah knew she didn't need to warn Bucky, his devotion to her brother was unmistakable, but she had wanted to play the role of big sister for once, after all they didn't have parents who could make the shovel-talk anymore.

She looked at them for a while longer. Bucky reached Sam and put his hand on his shoulder to signal his presence. Sam gave him his special Bucky smile - yes, he too had a different smile when talking to or about Bucky. To be hones, if she looked up the definition of smitten in a dictionary, she was pretty sure it would have those two idiots in it. She laughed a little before going back to her children.

____

"Hey there." Bucky put his hand on Sam's shoulder to let him know he was here before sliding it down his arm and holding his hand.

"Hey..." Sam turned to him and smiled before returning his gaze to the horizon.

He felt Bucky look at him, "Your place or mine?"

Sam turned to him, "How about our place?"

"Huh?"

Sam pulled Bucky along, wrapping his arm around his neck, he needed to feel his skin under his hand and not the coldness of the vibranium arm. Because he wanted to remember this exact moment.

"Sam, w-what do you mean with our place?"

"Come with me and you'll see. Do you feel like walking for five minutes or do you prefer the car?"

"Walk, you know I like walking the streets of Delacroix."

Sam knew this, Bucky had come to know half the people here. He had once told Sam that after being locked up for so long in various cells and chambers, Delacroix was the only place he felt safe to walk freely on the streets. Ever since he'd settled in, he'd been walking the streets, enjoying a place and time where he could finally set up home.

"So we'll walk."

Fifteen minutes later, because they had run into at least five of Bucky's new acquaintances, they arrived where Sam wanted to be.

"Here we are." said Sam with a small smile.

"Where are we?"

"Well I don't know, look, maybe you'll get a clue."

Bucky's eyes darted back and forth between Sam and the house several times.

It was a small wooden house, on stilts, typical of the area. Surrounded by a few trees.

Bucky walked over and observed the surroundings, when he approached the mailbox he leaned over and Sam saw him freeze.

"Sam, that's..."

"Yes? What?", Sam took on an innocent look, knowing full well the reason for Bucky's reaction.

"On the mailbox..."

"Well what's on the mailbox?"

"It says, Wilson-Barnes!"

"It does? Really?"

"Saaaam!"

Sam took pity on him and came around to hug him from behind before putting his chin on his shoulder. Bucky's hands closed over his.

"I asked you earlier, how about our house?"

"You mean this house... You and me... Moving in?"

"If with that babbling you're asking me if this house is ours and if I want you and I to move in together, then that's what it is."

"Wow... that's just... amazing."

Sam turned Bucky around in his arms before giving him a long kiss. Then he moved sightly back.

"So? What do you say?"

Sam saw that mischievous smile appear on Bucky's lips that he had when he was planning to do something naughty.

"Well I don't know actually... because living together is a big step, so you must understand I need a few moments of r-hphm"

Sam took his time to wipe that cheeky smile off Bucky's face and when they caught their breath, he said between pants, "You were saying?"

"Yes, of course I say yes!"

Bucky laughed, the laughter that had punctuated Sam's days for several months now, before wrapping his arms around him and whispering into Sam's neck, "Thank you Sam for accepting me into your life."

Sam tightened his embrace and seeing the names on the mailbox over Bucky's shoulder, he replied, "Thank you for walking into mine."

_____

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31139552

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed your reading. As always I continue to walk the relatively new path of writing, I stumble, I fall but I keep going. Thank you for following me on this path despite everything...

#sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #tfatws #established relationship #Sarah is an amazing sister and friend #MOVING IN TOGETHER!!!!

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animeyanderelover · 4 years ago

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Hello! I'm back with another request if you're ok with it?! Headcanons with Sebastian and Ash falling for the same darling?

I’m so glad you requested something for Ash!! He’s soo underrated when it comes to Yandere stuff!! We all saw in the Anime that Sebastian is way stronger than Ash, but to make this more interesting and fair Ash will be on a similar level of strength in this scenario.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, paranoia, delusions, stalking, manipulation, sabotage, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of killing

Ash and Sebastian falling for the same darling

🐈‍⬛▫️I already told you what makes Sebastian attracted to the s/o, their scent and the cat-like character. And it’s pretty obvious what Ash’s ideal type is, isn’t it? The most innocent soul on this planet. If you fulfill all this then you’ll have a demon and an angel after you. And this will most likely not end well...

🐈‍⬛▫️I think the s/o is a servant in the Phantomhive manor which means Sebastian was the first one who went Yandere for them. How couldn’t he with their sweet scent and alluring character? Sebastian became quickly possessive over them.

🐈‍⬛▫️Ash met them for the first time during the curry contest. He already knew that Sebastian was a demon and probably expected the whole household from Ciel to be just a bunch of dirty and rotten souls so imagine his surprise when he caught a glance of the s/o’s soul which was basically radiating of purity. To say that he was shocked would be an understatement. How could such a clean soul exist anywhere near such a dark creature like this demon?! His obsession kicked at that very moment in, feeling thrilled that he found such a pure thing like the s/o.

🐈‍⬛▫️Even though Sebastian didn’t know at that time that Ash was a fallen angel he already had a bad feeling about him at that time which came most likely from the fact that he noticed how Ash looked at the darling. He had this look of burning passion in his eyes whilst looking at them, a look which Sebastian knew too well. It was the same look he always had in his eyes when looking at the s/o. He quickly stepped protectively in front of them and sent Ash a silent and warning glare. Over Ash’s face flashed for a short second an angry expression, feeling angry because this...this scum had just blocked this precious clean soul from his view. He was quick to return the glare Sebastian sent him, both glaring at each other with strong dislike and disgust. That’s how it all started...

🐈‍⬛▫️Some time passed until Ash met the darling again, which was when he visited Ciel to inform him about the cult and the queen’s wish to eliminate the cult. During the whole time there was some tension in the air because Ash and Sebastian kept exchanging glares at each other. Sebastian felt the most frustrated since he knew he couldn’t do anything in front of his master and he also knew that telling his master his suspicions wouldn’t be of much help either since Ash was the queen’s personal butler and his master was the queen’s loyal guard dog. Ash also knew that he couldn’t do anything, at least for now, because if Ciel and Sebastian would find out what he really was and what his plans were, he knew that he would get some problems with them.

🐈‍⬛▫️Ash was also clearly annoyed that he couldn’t find you when he had entered the mansion and he knew that this was most likely Sebastian’s fault. How dare this brat to prevent him from seeing you?! When he left the manor he had a clearly annoyed expression on his face, gritting his teeth angrily. But then he suddenly noticed that someone was hiding behind one of the trees in the garden and was peeking from behind the tree trunk at him. Ash quickly noticed that it was you, immediately recognizing the purity which was radiating of from you and called you over with a charming smile on his face. You slowly stepped towards him with a curious look on your face and Ash almost went on his knees and started crying, being amazed at how brilliant your soul was.

🐈‍⬛▫️Sebastian on the other hand was boiling with jealousy when he looked out of the window and saw you and Ash walking next to each other whilst talking to each other. Damn it! Hadn’t he told you to help Baldroy in the kitchen?! But then again, you had told him that you wanted to meet the butler of the queen and if you were interested in something you always made sure to quench your thirst, that was one of these things Sebastian found so charming about you. Your cat-like curiosity. Never in his long demon life Sebastian had ever felt the need to kill someone that strongly like in that moment. Ash noticed how Sebastian was death glaring at him through the window and sent him a smug smile, saying his farewells to you and giving you a kiss on your hand, making sure to send the demon a challenging look and enjoying the blush that was blossoming on your face.Sebastian was fuming with anger and if it wouldn’t have been for his master who noticed how Sebastian almost lost control of himself and ordered him to get a grip of himself he would have probably went berserk then and there.

🐈‍⬛▫️The following weeks were hasty for Sebastian and Ash, but most of all they were stressful for you. Ash had definitely the advantage in here because he was the queen’s butler and was able to manipulate her so for some reason you were often called over to the queen’s palace to stay there for a longer period of time which made Sebastian enraged. He even tried to talk his master into not sending you away, but Ciel told him simply that they were the queen’s personal orders and that this was a chance to enhance the trust from the queen. If you made a good expression there this would automatically have a positive effect for him as well. Sebastian knew that if he would do something to prevent you from going there he would get troubles with his master and Ash so for a long time he was in a bad position.

🐈‍⬛▫️Both of these men here are charming and manipulate and both of them tried to win your affection. Ash often invited you over and showed you around the palace, let you ride on horses and generally let you do things you couldn’t do in the manor. I mentioned in my Hc’s about him that he also wants to impress his darling so he would definitely show them his talent with swords and would basically try to show you that he’s better than Sebastian. He would try to convince you that he was the better choice since he was the queen’s butler and was much more qualified to be your partner than a ‘normal’ butler like Sebastian. Whatever you wish for, he’ll give it to you. Ash would spoil you and shower you in compliments. Sebastian knew that he hadn’t all this money to buy you things you wanted so he relied on impressing you, just like Ash and tried to spoil you in his ways. He couldn’t buy you rings, necklaces and other fancy stuff, but he knew that you were a little gourmet and prepared you very often your favorite meals which made your eyes sparkle with excitement when you saw the mouthwatering food. He also tried to impress you with his intelligence, he did live a long life after all and the look of admiration you would give him whenever he told you something what you were curious about made this man’s chest swell with pride. He would also try to give you a bad image of Ash, telling you that people like him from a higher class often tended to loose interest fast in one woman, especially if she was a normal servant. Sebastian just wants to make sure that he doesn’t break your heart.

🐈‍⬛▫️If you would choose Ash, this man would immediately ensure that you would never go back into this manor, would never be anywhere near this demon again. He wouldn’t even let you anywhere near humans again, being scared that they might taint your brilliant and pure soul with their dirty touches and presences. Sebastian on the other hand would feel nothing, but pure demonic rage that even his master will feel a bit intimidated. But here again, Ash has the advantage in here because he controls the queen and Sebastian’s contract with Ciel will keep him from doing anything because Ciel was quick to notice that Sebastian got too attached to you and ordered him to not do anything and that he should just accept the fact that you loved Ash. Sebastian just wanted to kill that boy in that very moment and resented that he had gone into a contract with this brat.

🐈‍⬛▫️If you would choose Sebastian this man would make sure to keep you somewhere where no one can find you because he knows that Ash will bribe the queen to get you back. And that’s exactly what Ash will do. The moment he hears that you have suddenly disappeared he gets this kind of paranoia that will start wars and immediately comes over to the mansion and will start to pressure Ciel, telling him that the queen expects him to find you as soon as possible. After that he makes sure to find Sebastian, yelling enraged at him and demanding him to bring you back to him. Sebastian on the other hand stays surprisingly calm and tells him with an arrogant grin that you chose him and he just made sure that Ash wouldn’t try to change your mind. This made Ash even more angry, he somehow knew that Sebastian wasn’t lying. How dare this demon to taint your innocent mind with his images?! How dare he to take you away from him, your guardian angel?! He was almost about to attack Sebastian, but held back because he knew that this was what the demon wanted. But very soon he would be able to have you all for himself.

🐈‍⬛▫️The moment he reveals that he’s an angel is the moment we’re both men start getting ruthless. Sebastian because now Ciel knows what Ash really is and gives him free hand and Ash because now he doesn’t need to hide his real identity anymore. Now both of them can finally do what they wanted to do from the moment they first saw each other, killing their greatest rival. When Ash burns London down he won’t offer Sebastian to work together, different from in the Anime, but he’ll more likely declare war to him and the final fight between them isn’t anymore about saving Sebastian’s master or purifying London. It’s all about killing each other so the winner can have the most precious thing in the world all for himself, you. Since I made Ash in this scenario stronger, Sebastian will use his demon form from the very beginning, absolutely ready to shred Ash into pieces and the same goes for Ash. I can absolutely see that they’ll destroy the whole town whilst fighting against each other and whoever wins this fight will instantly start searching for you and as soon as he finds you, he’ll make sure that you’re his for eternity.

I’m personally curious, would you choose Ash or Sebastian?

#yandere black butler #yandere kuroshitsuji #yandere sebastian #yandere sebastian michaelis #yandere ash #yandere ash landers

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ecclais-fouoras · 4 years ago

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SOFTER ON THE INSIDE

Ch1

Warning ⚠️ mention of self harm and scoliosis (a bit of blood)

Wilhelmina venable was a women everyone feared. She held the outpost with her strict rules and her iron fist.

Everybody was sitting at the dinner table eating their cubes.

Everyone feared her except for you, venable was interesting and honestly very attractive.

Gallant started complaining about the food as always followed by coco and you could again feel venable get annoyed at this.

"Come on you can't keep serving us this shit !"

"He's right ! I'm starving and you give us that crap !"

"Stop it coco She's not our enemy for God sakes ! Eat your cube damn ! Your alive !!! You are actually ALIVE when the rest of the world is rather dead or dying. So stop being the ungrateful spoiled bitch you always were and try to at least learn something new for once like how to be a better human being !"

She stood up from her chair and tapped her cane on the ground before she could protest you mumbled "sorry miss venable"

As you sat back on your chair.

"Miss vanderbilt, mrs gallant sit down and eat those damn cubes before I think about punishing you both"

They got back on their seats and ate in silence.

After dinner you went to the Library for a bit before going to bed.

You were drawing on some handmade paper with charcoal and you heard ths soft thud of Venable's cane on the floor.

You immediately pulled down the burned material and cleaned up your hands on your dress.

Your long purple dress was now a bit dirty and you couldn't help but feel like a dear cought in headlights.

"What are you doing in here miss y/l/n

And why are your clothes dirty"

"I'm sorry miss venable i was just drawing in hear and since I don't have any material i had to be a little creative but it turned out to be quite messy"

You said softly.

"Well i suppose you are allowed to draw but you will clean up after your mess"

"Yes of course i will, is there any particular reason why you came here?"

"Can't i just enjoy a little reading in the library"

"Oh..of course i just...well of course you can"

"That's awfully nice of you miss"

She said in a sarcastic tone.

She sat down on the couch and you went back to drawing. She noticed a jar field with red liquid that you seemed to be using as paint with a brush made out of hair and wood. She really admired your inventivity, and how you came up with solution to everything.

"What is that ?" She asked pointing the pot and you got really nervous suddenly.

"...what do you mean?"

"What is the red liquid and where does it comes from ?" She asked in a strict tone

"...it's... blood"

"WHAT !" She was shocked and kind of disappointed you had always been her favorite and now this !

"Wait I CAN EXPLAIN !" You said your voice filled with urgency.

"Of course you will, i expect yo..."

"It's mine !" Before she could finish her sentence you cut her off.

"I'm sorry what ?"

"It's mine, the blood in the cup. I didn't have any paint, and i couldn't get anything to make pigment powder. Since I only have black and grey i figured that red would be more interesting and put some egg yolk and blood in a jar." She was confused.

"Is this your period blood?"

"No it's blood, blood"

"Where did you get it then"

"...well...i just had to make a small incision on my ankle"

"....and why on your ankle miss y/L/n ?"

"Well it's the place that bleeds the most with the littlest pain, and it's also easier to clean and hide..."

"And How Would you know that"

There was a longer pause between you two.

"I expect an answer y/n"

"... I...I just do"

"Try harder, I am not buying it "

"I...I used to self harm...I just...now i know how it bleeds and how much does it hurts"

"..i had no idea I'm sorry"

"It's fine I'm okay now, it took me the apocalypse but i figured if the world is ending with us i should try to stay clean"

"Can I see your drawing ?"

"Yes sure bit i thought you were trying to read ?"

"Yes i wanted to but the couch is uncomfortable"

"Yes that's why I sit here it's better...here have a seat"

You said as you patted the place next to you.

"Here ?"

"Yes, well of you want to of course."

"I do"

There was something in the air between you two and you could feel it.

"When did you start this ? It looks really good, were you an artist before ?"

"Yesterday, and well not as a job but I did practice a lot"

"Anyways you have a lot of talent."

"Thank you, do you want to draw too? I can give you one of the paper sheets i made"

"No thank you"

"Okay"

You two sat there for a few hours until it was time to go back to your rooms, you offered to take her and she kindly accepted. As you were before the door she read a message that was on the door

"I can't help you tonight i had to go and clean something "

"Shit" she cursed behind her breath

"What was that ?" You asked softly "is everything okay ?"

"Yes" she replied coldly, it was odd especially since she had been sweet to you the whole time.

"I can tell there is something wrong, can I help ? You do so much for us, i just want to give you a hand in return"

She didn't say anything as she was considering letting you in, after all you had been nice all along, she could try and trust you. Could she ?

"You can trust me you know. Whatever it is i won't tell them"

She opened her door slightly and pulled you in. Suddenly her stance had changed, she was more tired, more vulnerable, and cute? Yes definitely she looked so sweet.

"..well..this is embarrassing, i"

"Don't be embarrassed around me miss venable, everyone needs a little help every once in awhile, it's also nice to see you like this"

"What do you mean like this ?"

"Well I mean without anyone else to bother us, and you know...like you're normal self"

"I'm not normal y/l/n"

"Please call me y/n, and You are... I mean normal as in being yourself... without trying to scare everyone"

She giggled softly and a smile crept up your face.

"See just like this"

You both stared at each other before you could ask her what she needed help with.

"So you need me for something ?"

".. yes..you see usually miss mead helps me change since I can't pull the zipper of my dresses in my... condition"

"Sure okay...so just turn around and I'll unzip you" you began to make her spin but she stopped you

"Wait..you need to know...i have scoliosis...it looks disgusting.."

"Do you want me to close my eyes if it'd make you more comfortable ? The last thing I want is to hurt you by trying to help. But know that I won't judge you, especially if it's about a physical appearance you can't help with. You know our bodies is what keeps us alive, i spent all my life trying to destroy mine in everyway possible because the feeling of being inside of it was to unbearable. But it turns out my body is what makes me feel, smile, laugh, smell and love. I would not be there if she wasn't. So i had to learn to be kinder to myself"

Her eyes were watery as she took your words in. It was so out of character for her, she always seemed to have everything together but in reality she was a big softy struggling with self image.

"Oh no please don't cry, i don't want to see you be sad." You said as you held her cheek, it was a bold move but she didn't seem to be mad about it.

You decided to stay in front of her to unzip her, and reach behind her to find the hell of her dress.

She flinched lighltly as you dragged it down her spine, and she didn't have time to catch her dress as it fell at her feet. She wore this purple lingerie gown underneath and you couldn't help but stare at her body.

"Oh God, I'm sorry. Leave now please"

"Don't be sorry it's fine, here" you picked her dress up and covered her with it.

"You have nothing to be ashamed of Wilhelmina, you are breathtakingly beautiful"

You left as you pecked her cheek and smiled at her while she looked at you stunned and blushing.

God what were you doing to her ?

#wilhemina venable x reader #sarah paulson fanfiction #wilhelmina venable

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prismadog · 3 years ago

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I loved everything you had to say about the Family AU and would definitely enjoy sitting through and reading any and all rambles of anything about the AU. Also, I must agree, I actually choke when I eat food skins but even if I didn't have a condition that made it hard to eat food skins, I really don't like the texture and I agree with not liking food skins. I read somewhere that Gnomes can't eat most meats so like I'm sure Shrub could still eat bugs and Zombie flesh, but would she get sick from eating regular meat? Also, how would she approach the topic of Scott, because he's kind of trying to get rid of Xornoth but also is Xornoths brother so does he get to know who she is before everyone else or does she try to ignore him? If you have any headcanons or story ideas you wouldn't mind sharing that won't spoil future plans I can definitely grab myself a snack, some tea, and my soft weighted blanket and binge read anything you have to say all night and ignore my two exams tomorrow. (I'm sick I can ignore school)

Thank you so much for creating so much in this AU and feeding my desperate hyperfixafion mind with your reply to my ask. Have a great day/night/morning!

aw, I'm sorry to hear that you're sick, anon, I hope you get better soon. make sure you drink plenty of fluids, eat some good meals, and get lots of sleep! [sorry if I sound like a mom]

and dude! you're gonna make me cry from all your kind words, thank you, and I'm so glad you're loving the AU! honestly, sometimes I feel like I'm not doing enough with the AU but I'm working on it - I've already started writing a prologue of sorts for it! [haven't posted yet but one day soon, hopefully]

food skins are kinda bad, and for me, it's definitely a texture thing. I didn't know there was a condition that made it difficult to eat food skins, that must suck.

now, I've got quite the ramble in store for you, anon so I hope you're ready. I think I might've gone a bit off topic when it came to Scott's section but I hope it answers any questions.

Food

I hadn't put too much thought into what gnomes eat before until you mentioned that. I did some, not a lot but a few links, research on the subject and it looks like with most people/dnd groups/etc, their gnomes are omnivores that have a similar diet to that of dwarves - so meats mostly with cheese and bread and ale, and maybe vegetables.

so, going off that, I've been considering what the traditional gnome in this world would eat. the gnomes are a part of the Nether and usually live in the forests - both warped and crimson. Shrub herself was found in a crimson forest by Xornoth. the crimson gnomes would most likely have a diet heavy on hoglin meat and mushrooms/vines/sprouts. the warped, on the other hand, wouldn't have as easy access to meat so I imagine their diet would be more vegetarian. now, both types are also kinda like irl fungus themselves in the way that they can get nutrients from dead tissue/creatures, though, they do prefer actual food and will only result to things like rotten flesh if they absolutely need to.

now, for Shrub specifically, since she is inherently a crimson forest gnome, has a diet of meat and mushrooms. but, she was also on her own for some time before Xornoth found her and had to resort to eating other things like zombie flesh and netherbugs [think silverfish or endermites but nether and more beetle-like]. then, Xornoth finds her and starts feeding her golden apples - I don't know how they have access to gapples but they do.

now, she can handle Nether-based foods easy but I imagine, once she's in the Overworld, things might get a bit trickier. there's pigs, which are kind of like hoglins, so I don't think she'd have trouble eating that. but then there's foods like melons and pumpkins and pie and cake and chicken and fish and a bunch of other stuff that's she's never had before.

it would be not only a culture shock, but also a shock to her insides as well, she'd probably end up feeling a bit nauseous every time she tried something new since she's never had it before. Overworld food would take some getting used to, maybe a few weeks, maybe longer, but once she does, there's no stopping her - Shrub has basically a bottomless pit for a stomach.

I can tell you though that Xornoth is very happy that their beloved child is getting the proper nutrients she needs to be healthy and strong. raising her, they were concerned she wasn't eating well enough, but that's hardly their fault, the Nether just doesn't have as many food options.

how does Shrub approach the topic of Scott?

now, this topic I have thought quite a bit about - mostly because Scott is one of my favorite content creators, but also because he's a big part of this AU as well. which makes sense since he is Xornoth's brother.

I did talk a bit about Shrub and Scott's first meeting in this post, and a bit about their relationship during the cure-quest in this post, but I never really did much more beyond the basics.

I wanna start off here with this: Shrub, at first, does not know who Scott is other than a reclusive ruler who lives in the elven empire of Rivendell, the same place her father told her about. but that does change over time, specifically after the first few meetings between her, Scott, Katherine, and Gem where they try to work out a cure for the demon.

it's after one of these meetings, when she's talking to Xornoth, that they ask her about Scott. she doesn't know much about him but finds that Xornoth thinks he's Alinar - either reincarnated or just without his memories. - for this here, I'm leaning towards reincarnated due to his past lives on X-Life and 3rd Life servers (and others but I've only seen those two)

the fact that her dad thinks Scott might be his brother changes how she sees him. before, she was okay with the distance - Scott is the definition of recluse, or might I say, he's a hermit? 😏 [sorry, terrible joke] - but now, she wants to get to know him, to find out if he really is Alinar, for her father's sake.

this does clash a bit with what the other rulers want - to defeat the demon for most, to cure the demon for some, and for two others they want the demon to take over. but Shrub, while she knows that there are those who are against Xornoth, she wants to look on the bright side and hope that they can find a cure, even if Scott is Aeor's Champion.

Scott Smajor, our beloved Elfking of Rivendell

now for Scott's side of things, his point of view is a little different. I touched on some of this in the posts linked above but I never really went beyond the basics.

as in the one link, Scott finds Shrub cute - she's small and wears an adorable outfit and she's got a nice voice, she's "kewt!". during their first meeting, brought on because Katherine set it up, he learns that this little gnome knows things about Rivendell and about elves - she doesn't say much but it's enough to make him question how she knows about Aeor and some elven customs.

all she tells him is that her dad told her stories growing up, nothing more, nothing less. this piques Scott's interest but he's not going to question it further because that would be rude. he's asked about an elf named Alinar but he has no idea who that is - he'll be more than happy to find out though! so that's what he does after their first meeting, he starts investigating the elf.

there's little information due to countless millennia and poor record keeping, but Scott does find out a few things: Alinar was a winged elf who was blessed by Aeor and granted golden antlers, he fought a demon and won, and he became king because of the two previous facts. what little information he does find, he sends word to Shrub with apologies that there isn't more.

during his investigation, Scott finds that his portal has started leaking into his empire - it's only a little bit so he's not going to worry about it. there's also talk of the other empires being terrorized by a demon but there hasn't been any problems like that in Rivendell so he doesn't worry about that either. he does find it curious though that all of this started after he met Shrub, but it's just coincidence - at least, that's what he tells himself.

the monthly Gatherings show him that some of the rulers aren't doing as well as they normally are, except for King Joey who's gushing about a budding romance and King Sausage who has more magic than he's ever had before. Shrub has been apart of the Gatherings for a few months and has been pretty vocal during them, but with new talks of a demon and ideas of how to get rid of it, Scott notices a change in her: she becomes less talkative and tries to subtly dissuade others from taking action.

Scott finds this curious and tries to talk to Shrub about the demon when they're alone - he quickly finds that she shies away from all talk about the demon and she seems guilty whenever its brought up. after some thinking and detective work, he believes it's because she and the demon came into the world about the same time - maybe she accidentally brought it with her?

but then talks of finding a cure for the corruption come up, as well as, finding a way to defeat the demon for good. with these new topics, he finds Shrub acting even odder - she pushes the idea that instead of killing the demon, they can cure it instead. many of the other rulers are unsure about that but some, like Katherine and Gem, want to find more peaceful solutions so they help Shrub.

Scott joins in as well because hey, this cute little gnome is hiding something but he doesn't know what and he's not going to straight-up ask her about it. shortly after the group starts looking into a cure, Scott gets a visit from the demon - but it's like in canon where Xornoth keeps their distance and only watches. he brings this up to Shrub the next time she visits and she sort of skirts around the topic before changing the subject to something else.

there's many meetings between him, Shrub, Katherine, and Gem where they try to make a cure for not only the corruption plaguing the land but for the demon as well. their attempts always seem to fail on the demon front, and Scott notices that the failure weighs much more heavily on Shrub's shoulders than anyone else's.

at some point after the first few cure-demon meetings, their relationship starts to change from casual friends to close friends - he's not sure what caused Shrub to visit more often or ask more about his life/Rivendell but he's glad for the company. he gets to know more about Shrub too, her life growing up in another realm and about her father - she freely talks about her dad but never says who they are nor does she invite Scott to meet him.

sometime during all of this, Scott comes to the conclusion that Shrub's dad and the demon are one in the same, or at least something close to. of course, he's not going to say anything until either she does or something comes up that requires absolute truth from everyone.

so, he suspects that Xornoth is Shrub's dad, and Shrub is a good friend, what can he do to help her? the cures are failing.

Scott gets the idea to ask Aeor for guidance - it's worked in the past when trouble came to Rivendell, it'll work again. he goes to Aeor's church and he asks for help in curing the demon. Aeor responds in a different way - his god gives him a weapon of unimaginable power that could slay the demon for good, and Aeor blesses him like he once blessed another elf millennia ago.

Scott has been chosen as Aeor's Champion and given access to his past lives, and he's not sure how to handle things - he's at an internal impasse because on one hand, his god has blessed him and on the other, his god wants him to kill his friend's father - the demon who is also his brother???

he stresses out about this new development and Shrub tries to talk to him, as do his other friends, all while Aeor wants him to prepare for war and while his friends continue to fail in making a cure.

it all comes to a head when Katherine and Gem are losing hope and are wanting to quit. Shrub tries to get them to keep going but there's just only so many things they can try and it's looking like a lost cause anyway. they give up and Shrub breaks, she tells the three of them why this means so much to her and why they have to keep trying - the alternative is war and bloodshed because giving up means that they're going to take on her father and kill them, or worse, her dad will kill them.

Katherine and Gem are rightfully shocked and unsure of how to take the information. Scott though, he's had his suspicions and he is the demon's brother, so he steps forward and comforts Shrub and promises her that he won't let that happen. Katherine and Gem question him and find out his own little family secret. they try to make a few more cures for everyone's sake.

of course, things don't go as they want them to - the new cures fail as well and Xornoth takes it upon themself to make the call to war, something that both Scott and Shrub are reluctant for. but Scott stays by her side through it all and she by his.

by the time everyone's standing on the battlefield, Scott knows exactly who he is, was in a past life, and he doesn't want history to repeat itself nor does he want there to be anymore unnecessary bloodshed.

this is where the ending of the curing-the-demon post comes in - I'll link it again for reference. hopefully you've read it because I don't think I could write all that here again...there's just so much.

I think that's about all I got in me at the moment - this post has become extremely long, but if you have more questions, feel free to ask!

#ask response #empires smp #found family au #xornoth adopts child!shubble au #shubble #xornoth #scott smajor

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