#IVE WANTED TO EXPLAIN WHATEVER THE HELL WAS GOING ON FOR SO LONG

[nmn-yty]

— ๋࣭ ⭑࿐ leaning on you ˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷

read other parts first!!! : part 1 — part 2

pairing: lee know x reader

summary: you somehow managed to cross the line with your bunny, can it be pleasurable for the both of you?

tags: 「NSFW! 18+ only! smut | hybrid!lee know | referring to lee know as minho | hybrid wanting to mate | needy!lee know makes a return | humping/thighjob | nipple play | unprotected sex (i dont condone!) | anal | orgasms for both^^ | cuddles are here i promise | reader has no gender」

word count: 2.5k

a/n: hello! i severely apologize to all of you who have been waiting for this part to come out :( ive been struggling to find time to continue to write, and the motivation with it... but here it is! seriously... i can't explain how much i appreciate all of the love you guys have given to my stories♡ im so happy you guys love bunny lee know so much! i also wanted to keep this as neutral as possible regarding the reader (hence the anal) but you can switch it out in your imagination! (i wanted to have all readers to be able to enjoy!) also this is my first smut story being uploaded... i hope you guys have a good read><!!!~

(special shoutout to @omgsecretsecret for helping me edit this part♡)

+ stylized lowercase, missing punctuation (not done on purpose), and minimal revisions

"so do bunnies like you experience everything a human should?"

you didn't know why your mind was drifting towards this direction. for as long as you had minho in your house, you were sure your relationship would be 100% platonic. he was adorable as hell, eased your mind whenever any worries came to you, and was always there by your side. did that give you clearance to make a move on him? you didn't want to ruin the perfect relationship you two had, but you have needs, and you were wondering if he had the ability to share those same needs.

minho paused for a moment, sitting oddly still while you sat above him. you were sitting on the edge of your bed, playing with his hair while he sat on the floor with his head leaning against the mattress. his head was almost at a distance where you could press your thighs against each side of his face, but you resisted enough so the lingering thoughts of teasing him went away.

he turned around briefly to face you, "what do you mean by 'everything'?"

your face began to flush after you realized how insensitive your question could've been.

"not to pry or anything but... aren't bunnies known for... having a high sex drive?" you spat out quickly before your confidence faded away.

his eyes widened, this is the first time youve seen him this shocked at your words. he was too shocked to even reply to you, not that he had anything ready in his mind. you could feel his presence tense up and you wanted to steer clear of whatever dirty path your mind seemed to wander on. he didn't say anything and just turned back around, finally leaning into your thigh. he wrapped one arm around your leg, feeling your cool skin calming down his burning face. having him so close to you when you wanted to run away in shame felt strange. you were always used to being close to minho, but the sudden affection, especially after that moment, was out of place. your leg started to warm up because of his face. starting to relax a bit, you realized that it wasn't the right time to head across that line.

you smiled and started to play with his hair again, looping each little section around your finger into curls. they eventually sprung back to its natural shape once you let go. minho loved this time with you, when all you did was leave your worries for that day and focused on him. it was his favorite thing to do while being with you. he still carried the thought in his mind, 'maybe something would happen during my need for mating'. only time could tell the new moments you two would experience together.

during the late night, you and minho were cuddling in bed. it wasn't strange for the both of you anymore. you knew that minho felt more comfortable knowing that you kept him safe. cuddling with him was the least you could do to comfort him.

this night felt different though. the question you asked earlier felt like a reach into unwanted territories. you wanted him to expand on his feelings, but at the end of the day he was a shy bunny who got flustered easier than you thought.

unsure of your next thoughts, you closed your eyes and tried your best to go to sleep as soon as you could. feeling rustling from behind you, minho's presence inched closer to you. the movement didn't stop, you could feel him shaking now. was it too cold in the room? you stayed as still as possible, trying to make out the noise coming from him. he was whimpering softly, almost like he needed something desperately.

"m-minho?"

you turned around to face him, tears were welling up in his eyes. he was clearly distraught about something but you had no clue what happened. your heart sank, was it because of the invasive conversation from earlier?

he sniffed softly, trying to make out words but ultimately getting choked up.

"i... i need..."

his eyes glanced down to the bottom half of his body. tentatively scanning his body as to what he was trying to point out, the last and most obvious thing you noticed was a slight twitch coming from his crotch, the cloth sticking up as well.

'fuck... is this really happening?' you thought to yourself. you managed to repress and bury all the inappropriate thoughts you had about minho, but he was about to fuel it once again. his face was as pink as ever, in desperate need for your warm touch.

"is this what i think it is?"

"mating tendencies... yeah... i-ive never experienced it while being human, i dont know if it will feel the same. but i r-really need..."

he was huffing between words, stuttering as well.

"let me think for a second."

you turned facing away from him. rubbing your thighs together, trying to hold back the good aching feeling rising within, you couldn't help but panic for a second. would you help him out because he's in pain and needs to relieve himself? how would this moment affect your relationship moving forward? would it be a normal occurrence, or only during his need to mate? would it be better to just ignore it and try hold on to whatever you two had going on when you first met?

your rushing thoughts were interrupted by something warm, sticky, and hard. something poking at your thighs, trying to squeeze itself in between.

you couldn't help but let out a small yelp. that feeling began to rise in you. there was no way things were going back to how they used to be. the movement kept progressing, you glanced down in front of yourself to find the head of minho's cock against your thighs. you wanted nothing more than to take him, take his body, and pleasure the both of you were bound to have.

"minho please.." you reached down towards his cock, ready to progress. he misunderstood and took it as you wanting to stop. he pulled away, hesitantly, already missing the softness of your thighs.

"mm sorry... i j-just need.."

"hey," you turned around slightly to grab his face. you flashed him a small grin, making sure he didn't feel guilty for acting this way around you. "it's okay."

a tear started to stream down one side of his face. your reassurance made him slide himself back in between your thighs. you wondered how it was possible for it to feel so good on your bare skin. you had shorts on but it all of a sudden became more hot under the blankets. your thighs were coated in a thin layer of his precum. he gripped onto your body for a better stroke pattern.

sweet little moans erupted from behind you. minho was the one engulfing your body with his tall stature against you. however, you felt like you were in charge at the moment. letting your sweet bunny try and cum from your body was more than enough for you to start to get horny yourself.

slipping a hand under your shirt, you began to play with your nipples slowly. you shut your eyes and leaned more into minho's chest, hoping that he wouldn't catch you in the act. sweet little huffs turned into loud groans, he was in a trance and he hadn't even started to properly explore your body. he had ultimately noticed you leaning more into him, even arching your back. he wanted you to feel comfortable and not worry as much about trying to relieve yourself on your own. although you were the one trying to help him, he wanted to be the one to help you with your release too.

"let me.. please?" he said while placing his hand on top of yours, wanting to take your place on your chest. you moved your hand down in defeat, it was impossible to say no to him. his hands felt warm on your bare skin. swirling his fingers around you and occasionally pulling, your nipples hardened more and more. your breath started to get unsteady as you wanted more. shivers ran throughout your whole body.

gently breaking the contact of his cock and your thighs, you turned your whole body around to face him. you locked eyes with him and all the guilt and doubts you had in your mind about you two went away. his cock began to twitch at the loss of warmth. you suddenly placed your hand on him, slowly stroking and gliding on him, your hand becoming a sticky mess. he let out a strong huff and tilted his head back. you both were seeing stars. minho was unable to fathom that you were finally touching him, taking in all the strength to not cum right then and there. you were also shocked at how good you felt. seeing his reaction made you more comfortable and ready to move further.

grabbing your face with both hands, he placed a passionate, wet kiss on your lips. his tongue was determined and he kept moving his mouth in ways that sent you to heaven. pulling away to see your reaction, he smiled, "im still all yours, remember?" his voice just became more sexy to you than ever. you quickly locked lips with him again, smiling through it all. his lips were soft and plump from all the action, he bit the bottom of your lip to signal he needed some air. both of you sharing the same blushing expression.

he tried to drag your body back around but ultimately needed assistance. helping him out, you turned around immediately. sticking your ass out on his bare cock, you moved your hips up and down. minho was at his breaking point. he nudged his mouth near your ear, slowly dragging your shorts and underwear down. "please? let me put it in... i need to feel you.." his breath was hot and low on your ear. you were surprised you hadn't melted into a puddle yet.

you didn't say anything. you were too drunk off of the bliss feeling lingering throughout your whole body. you placed a hand on top of his that was resting on your hip. he took that as a sign to start.

not a second to waste, he lodged his entire length into your ass, letting out a deep moan into your ear. you arched your back more and almost choked up on the intense yelp you let out. he filled you up so good, it barely hurt from all the precum he was dripping with. he also took his time on the first stroke, pulling out his length so you knew how its absence would feel. you squeezed his hand, wanting more.

he slowly stroked back in, his high coming back harder this time. you felt like your heart was going to explode. his slow rhythm became more loud and sloppy, the wetness spreading throughout your bodies. syncing your moans with each pump, you instinctively rolled your tongue to hang out and pant more. you wanted this feeling to last for as long as possible.

the pace began to increase, and minho wasn't holding back on his moans. this whole time he was in his human form, but this much work was bound to make him change. you didn't notice at first, but his bunny ears appeared and drooped down, gently caressing your face. being in his hybrid form made him more bunny like, it made him go faster. the rhythm was so irresistible, it was fast but gentle, hitting you in all the right places. you felt yourself being filled with more fluid, gliding himself became easier than before.

he held onto your body even closer and tighter. minho started to felt bad about involving you in this situation, but you did want to be closer to him in this way. he wanted to make sure you felt satisfied, so he held himself back and focused the pleasure going to you. the final stretch of your rising heat and the steady rhythm snapped you out of your trance.

"s-slower, please minh-ho," you whined out. you couldn't tell, but he began to smirk at the way his name sounded in that tone. it drove him crazy, the fact that he was actually making you a complete mess. you wanted to savor this addictive feeling, but the slower strokes made your body greedy.

it all came rushing in at once, you let out one last yelp as you rode through your high. minho helped you by holding on to your shaking body.

the sight of your worn body filled himself with so much pride, he was shocked that he hadn't came yet. "did that feel good?" his voice was low and velvety in your ears again.

"y-yes," you managed to whisper out. still sensitive, you could feel him twitching around your walls, which made you choke slightly between breaths. he was trying his best not to move too much, but his body wasn't on his side.

you wanted to help him, but first you needed to recover. he moved his head to your neck, slowly sucking and kissing around to make sure you were okay. his sweet behavior was very calming, especially after the first orgasm you experienced with him.

"dont you want to cum too?" your question snapped him back to the situation at hand.

"can i?"

you nodded lazily, about to doze off at any minute. however, minho was quick to return to his rough pace, making your eyes steady again. he buried his head back onto you, acting like the shy bunny you knew too. the deeper and harder he pumped, he suddenly whispered a quick 'fuck' under his breath, pulling out of you. he grabbed his dick and painted your ass with his warm, thick cum.

it was beautiful, seeing how happy he was to finally get his first orgasm as a human. he pressed his body up against you, getting all the cum and sweat on his body as well. he didn't mind it though, he was too tired to clean up.

he looked drained, you noticed the beads of sweat all over his face and body. he was glistening with a new aura, and he looked like the most beautiful thing in the world. he still managed to give you a crooked smile, letting you know it was a good experience. you started to get flustered, even though you two just experienced the most intimate action ever.

you changed your position, letting your face sit on his chest. you buried and hid your red face from him. he gently reached up to pet your head, soothing you to sleep.

waking up to minho distanced away, you couldn't help but pull him back into a cuddle. he had quickly turned back into his bunny form to recharge from the actions that took place last night. he didn't flinch at all from the movement, he just slowed his breathing down as he was surrounded by a sudden warmth. you couldn't help but feel a little sorry about the sacrifice he took today. you pet his body slowly, kissing his head gently. you wanted to apologize for the state he was in now, but he was the one who made sure that it was okay to go through with in the first place.

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[maskofenigma]

Fallen London's recurring topic of Love is really interesting to me as a sort of throughline between various stories and i want to ramble about discuss that briefly. i dont call it a theme because thematic statements are usually more complex than a single word, at least in my mind, but a lot of Fallen London's storylines incorporate love into their themes.

there's the obvious things ofc; the Manager and the King, the Duchess and the Canigaster, Queen Victoria and Prince Albert, the Bazaar's whole situation. Love is a common motivator that many people can relate to, so it's no surprise that it appears in this capacity. Even so, these instances also underpin a lot of the setting's character, particularly the latter two examples, explaining why the neath is the way it is. but if we broaden our horizons just a bit, you can start to see it appearing all over the place (though maybe thats just confirmation bias lol).

the youthful naturalist loves discovery and life, and evolution in that context is a story about what one is willing to endure and sacrifice for that love. Love is a constant theme in the Light Fingers storyline, between moon milk and poor Edward, but also shows in Mr Fires's love for London (strange and deleterious though it may be) and the protagonist's love for either the Hybrid they protected or the diamond they'd been after. I don't know as much about the other ambitions (yet), but Nemesis is all about avenging a loved one by any means necessary, and you could see Bag a Legend as a love for the hunt or a love of fame, though even i’ll admit thats a bit of a stretch. Idk about Heart's Desire i’m still working on it but there's probably something. Its literally about what your heart desires but there’s absolutely a deeper connection with the Marvellous and stuff. No spoilers i'm still working on it :3

i dont know a ton about SMEN's story either, but i know from a ludonarrative perspective that it tests the players love for their character, forcing you to ruin this silly victorian who you are presumably quite attached to in the search for knowledge (perhaps another kind of love?) With what little i know of it, i’d honestly be shocked if there wasn’t anything there. if ao3 has taught me anything, there was definitely some kind of love going on between those two space bats, but im not sure if ao3 is a reputable source in this specific instance

The Flukes are literally sick with love for lost Axile, and a lot of the Masters are shown yearning to return to the High Wilderness. Many of the Irem Destinies regard love in this way, love for the sun, for the liberation, for ones partner, for london, for the people of the neath, and on and on. im not very far along with the railway but im 100% certain itll crop up again there, whether with Furnace Ancona or the Efficient Commissioner or the masters or whatever else. same goes for the Exceptional Stories and the myriad tales ive yet to unlock. Weve started to see a glimmer of it in firmament, with the imminent lucifer fire guy, but i wasnt really sure what his deal was. the idea extends to the other Sunless games from what i know, though ive yet to play those. Mask of the Rose is a romance, so thats pretty clear cut; sunless skies seems to have a lot of content relating to Queen Victoria and Prince Albert; and sunless seas seems to have it present in a few storylines, though i couldnt point to anything specific at this time. even small things, such as the way that the railway steel seems drawn to Hell and the sorrowful properties of sphinxstone, makes for a setting that is inundated with longing and heartbreak in a fascinating way.

viewed through this lens, fallen london's perspective on love is tragically earnest: love is painful and unfair and yet so very necessary. as someone who's aromantic and a hater, i call that an L. but from a thematic perspective its very interesting how often this occurs and how it connects a lot of fallen london. In so many other narratives, love is a conclusion, a reward or climax. In fact, mass media seems allergic to depicting an active and healthy relationship, and instead relegates such matters to a single ceremonious kiss. But for fallen london, a game where kisses are currency and romance is taxed, the concept of love is afforded such an interesting amount of care and reverence. Fitting for a setting wherein the insisting incidents all relate to love in some way or another

it may be comedic and at times quite absurd, but fallen london to me is a game deeply concerned with love and its influence on people. and idk i think thats interesting. if you're looking for the theme or message of a given fallen london story, look to love, always.

does that count as a thesis? i certainly dont know

[aliaology]

NOW THAT WE DONT TALK

summary: yn makes it to michigan with her friend sabrina, shockingly, reconnecting with old friends and also bumping into bad memories.

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you felt weird, the stares of others pouring heavily onto your body. you didn’t like it, the feeling, whatsoever. the crowd parted as you walked into the house. the memories from this house flooded through your mind, from running to your room away from jack, to even skinny dipping with him in the lake.

you watched cole leap up and made his way to you, leaving a very uncomfortable jack and trevor behind. "bells! you made it" he grinned.

the shorter boy threw his arms around you in happiness. "hey coley, i told you i'd be here" you smiled, hugging him back.

"i know but it's just, unreal! i haven't seen you in forever!" he smiled.

you frowned. "im sorry cole, ive been really busy in toronto and it doesn't help that i feel so out of place in michigan now.." you trailed off.

"dont sweat it, bells. im just glad you're here" he smiled at you. "how long are you staying here for?" he asked.

"well— sab leaves tomorrow, im staying to get my dorm situated back at umich" you told. cole nodded.

"get lunch with me tomorrow then? i want to catch up" you just nodded before hearing your name get called. looking behind you, you see some of jack's teammates.

jack's teammates, john marino and nico hischier always liked you. hell, you still talked to them to ask how games went and just how they were.

"ill talk to you later coley" you grinned.

cole nodded and went back to trevor and jack. trevor held a sour look on his face while jack looked pissed. you grabbed sab’s arm and brought her with you to john and nico.

"hi johnny, hi nico" you smiled at them, giving them each hugs once you got to them. "its been awhile." you added.

"seriously, a long time. have you been in toronto the entire time?" john asked.

you nodded. "yeah, i moved in with my brother. im with him for just two more weeks until i move into my new apartment." you smiled.

"really? where you moving to?" nico asked.

"new york, actually." you grinned. "maybe ill drive over to nj and pop in."

nico grinned, "i'd be careful with that one, y/n. i cant lie, jacks been in a little bit of a twist since your song came out." he spoke.

john nodded. "more standoff-ish, but he had it coming.”

you heard sab snort from behind you, causing you to grin along. "sorry its just— one of my songs ends with ‘he had it coming’ and it reminded me of that.” sabrina spoke.

"its okay— how have you both been?” nico asked. you looked at sabrina with a hesitation glint in your eyes. she just sent you a nod.

“ive been— okay? uhm, just a lot going on currently. very stressed i dont know— i just cant wait to get back to umich.” you explained.

“and i have to go back to LA tomorrow so i have to soak my time up with my girl.” sabrina grinned, tossing an arm around your neck.

"uh oh— warning, trevor is on his way over.” john said, bringing his cup to his mouth to quiet his words before taking a sip of whatever alcoholic drink he had.

you tensed up slightly, not turning your head, you kept close to sabrina.

"what up guys, how you enjoying the party? cole's wondering." trevor faked a smile.

"oh, very fun if i do say so myself." sabrina sarcastically spoke.

you nudged her slightly, elbowing her in the side. she sent you a glare, basically stating ‘cut the shit.’

trevor sarcastically smiled. "well isn't that just peachy? anyone here finding someone to go home with tonight? i know it shouldn't be too hard for some of you."

you grab nico's drink, sipping it yourself. "maybe— i heard that dixie girl is single, might ask her to go home with me.” you shrugged.

the four guys went completely silent. you coughed, "anyone up for another drink? i think i need to get drunk tonight." and you walked away.

“oh my god” sabrina laughed, immediately going after you.

“fucking bitch”

trevor scoffed, walking away in anger. john and nico looked at each other, wide eyes. "holy shit."

lol hey... this sucked but hey! tags: @honethatty12 , @slaythehousebootsdown13 , @lovinbarzal , @outrunangelss , @absolutelyhugh3s , @hockeyboysarehot , @shadowsndaisies @lxnceclercs

[nina-ya]

HI NINA!! I hope ur doing well, for some reason I never realized your requests are open but ive had this little idea with me for a while and I would really like to see it written ;))

can I request law × reader whos like a spirit or ghost kind of?? But only law can see them for some reason. Also reader is not dead hh they might be a spirit because of a curse or something maybe...

maybe a little angsty (or very)?? Either way, I can't wait to see what you write :)) i love ur work sossoooo much and thank uu!!

A/N: HIIIIIIII I had a lot of fun with this idea actually I DO HOPE YOU ENJOY!! Angst really gets me in my feels and I kinda left it to the possibility of a p2 if anyone ever wanted it :'))) Pairing: Law x reader CW: None really just angst towards the end WC: 2k

You sighed to yourself. Another pirate had arrived, their purpose unclear- were they here for treasure? A place to rest? Or to investigate the rumors of the haunted building? Said building is being haunted by you, of course. You hadn’t intended for the place to become a spectacle that would send even the toughest pirates screaming for their mothers, but the curse condemning you to the spirit world left you with little control over this, so you had to make the most out of it, right? You gave up hope long ago that you would be able to be freed from the clutches of curse. You wandered city to city. You even stowed away on pirate ships to go to different islands, desperate to find a miracle that would help, but that all got tiring and soon enough you called the building you resided in your new home.

From the rafters, you peered down at the interesting pirate that had just entered. He sported a spotted hat, matching pants, and a halfway unbuttoned dress shirt that revealed one of the many heart themed tattoos adorning his skin. 

His voice filled the room, muttering about the rumors of the haunted building, and frustration surged within you. This intruder had disrupted your quiet evening, prompting you to cut his visit short and scare him off. You swung off the rafters and landed on a cabinet with an open door, slamming it shut with a great deal of force.

The metallic sound of a sword unsheathing sliced through the air as the man focused on the source of the disturbance. His eyes locked onto yours, momentarily causing panic through you. Could he truly see you? You questioned the possibility for a moment, but rationalized that he was only looking in your general direction rather than directly at you.

“Who are you?” He asked, his voice demanding.

A shiver ran down your spine as the weight of his gaze fell upon you. ‘Impossible,’ you thought, ‘there’s no way he’s talking to me.’

“I suggest you answer my question before you regret it,” he stated, a blue orb materializing in an outstretched hand.

Disbelief filled your senses as you responded. “Wait, wait, wait… hold on… you can see me?” you stammered, trying to understand the reality that is unfolding before your eyes.

“Quit playing games; of course I can see you,” he replied, his voice unwavering.

You stumbled over your words as you tried to satiate his demands, “I’m sorry, it’s just… well, you’re the first person that’s seen me like this.”

Law grew impatient, and with a quick motion, he enclosed you in the blue bubble of his room, slashing at you. Yet, that was a futile effort as the force passed through you without a trace. Frustration bubbled within him as he attempted again and again, the uselessness of his efforts quickly settling in.

“What the hell is the meaning of this?” He finally snapped, his voice filled with irritation and subtle curiosity.

“Let me explain!” you pleaded, taking the opportunity to share your story. “I’ve been like this for a while and I think I’m a ghost? I can’t really tell.”

"A ghost? Really?" Law sighed, his skepticism obvious. "Okay, whatever, go on."

A sigh of relief escaped you as you continued your story. The tale of encountering a curse, the passage of time, and the unexplainable circumstances that left you in this state spilled from your lips. However, Law rolled his eyes and cut you off.

"I don't know what kind of fun you gain from telling this story to people, but it's not going to work on me," he declared, moving to leave the building, his patience gone.

Desperation filled you as you chased after him in a plea to be heard. "Wait! Please! I promise I am not making this up."

"Yeah, yeah, go find some other oblivious person to fool," he retorted, rounding a corner, making his exit.

You positioned yourself in his path. "Wait! Give me a chance! Don't leave yet!" Your desperate voice rang out.

He rolled his eyes at you, "would you shut up and leave me alone?" he barked back, the force of his words drawing the attention of passersby. Some stopped  in their tracks, casting curious glances your way, while others continued their journey with judgment evident in their glances.

He looked around, noticing the stares. "Look, now you're bringing attention to us," he said, irritation dripping from his features.

The whispers of the crowd filled his ears, 'Us?' 'Is he okay?' 'Why is he talking to the air?'

A sense of unease settled over Law as the judgmental murmurs were made clear to him. Clenching his jaw to hold off a retort, he shot you a silent look that said, 'Follow me,' before walking away.

Back inside the building, the door barely closed when Law spoke up, his tone unchanged, "So, a ghost, you say?"

You sighed in relief at the opportunity to explain. "I… I mean, I think so? A ghost or a spirit, or any other synonym would probably be my best guess."

"Your best guess? Do you not know what happened to you?"

"No! I really don't," you admitted with a sigh. "All I know is that one day, I messed with some people that I shouldn't have, and well… I'm like this now."

His face remained expressionless, a calculating gaze fixed upon you. The silence stretched, and you couldn't bear it any longer. A nervous chuckle escaped you. "So, uh, I guess I have to properly introduce myself to the first human I've spoken to in a while, huh." You extended your hand for a shake, revealing your name. Law hesitated for a moment before reaching out. His hand enveloped yours for just a moment, then phased right through.

You nervously laughed again, retracting your hand at the failed handshake. "Ah, I'm sorry about that. I don't know why I thought that would work."

"But you were able to slam that cabinet just fine earlier?" Law questioned.

"Will you kill me if I say I'm not sure why?" you replied sheepishly.

"How would I kill you when you're practically dead?" Law retorted, his deadpan delivery drawing a smile from you. 

“Not dead, just cursed.” you correct him. “I don’t see much of a difference.” 

Your laughter filled the building, a sound that seemed out of place, but it certainly felt good. It was the first time in a long long while since you genuinely laughed and had fun. Law didn’t seem to share your amusement, though. He eyed you with a raised eyebrow. As your laughter dissipated into chuckles, you felt a warmth inside of you.

“Laughing, huh? You sure you’re not trying to trick me?” Law asked, still seemingly skeptical about this whole situation.

Your smile quickly turned into a frown at his doubts. “What? No, I just…” you start but trail off, seemingly unable to form any words.

An awkward pause fell between the two of you. He just couldn’t understand your predicament. Law is the first to break the silence. “Maybe it’s time for you to get out of here and try and find a way to get back to your old self.”

“You don’t get it,” you said quietly, your voice filled with despair. “I can’t just do that. I’ve tried, trust me. For years I’ve tried, but I'm tied to this life.” For a moment, Law's doubts faded as he saw the desperation in your eyes, and he decided to give you a chance. He walked over to the nearest wall and sat on the floor, leaning against it. He saw your confusion and he gestured to the floor in front of him, nonchalantly saying, “I have a feeling that you have quite the story to tell me, so go on.

- - -

As the night deepened, the two of you found yourselves engaged in an unexpectedly long conversation. You opened up more about your predicament, telling Law every detail you could about the curse, telling him about your human life, your past, and even your fears. He opened up to you as well. You learned that he was the captain of a crew, that he was a former warlord, and he even showed you his tattoos.

The light of the moon filtered through the dusty windows, and the conversation flowed into more lighthearted topics. You learned that you had much more in common with him than you originally had thought. You even learned about some of his quirks such as his distaste for bread. 

As the first rays of sunlight slowly started to replace the moonlight, you two found yourselves in an odd state of comfort. The two of you talked throughout the night and not once have you run out of things to say. 

“I’ll help you break the curse,” Law declared, his words causing a momentary pause in your thoughts. Your eyes widened in disbelief and gratitude. Unable to contain yourself, you impulsively find yourself throwing yourself at Law, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug.

The world stood still as you held the hug, and Law could only widen his eyes in shock at the feeling of the touch. Then the realization hit you– your arms were wrapped around him. You were actually hugging him. Embarrassment soon washed over you as you became aware of the awkwardness of the situation. You pulled away abruptly, your features emanating embarrassment, and you cleared your throat. 

A pause fell over the two of you as both of you tried to grapple with the reality of the uncharted territory of physical contact. “Uh, sorry about that,” you mumbled sheepishly.

Law nodded in understanding, though he still seemed taken aback. “No harm done, right? Let’s focus on breaking that curse.” He looked out of the window as he finished his sentence and his voice filled with urgency as he realized the time. “I have to go now,” he explained, regret in his voice. “But, I’ll be back tonight. I will help you figure this out.” Through the sudden disappointment, you nodded in understanding. “Thank you,” you whispered.

Law nodded at you before making his exit. He left you alone, and the quietness that you were oh so familiar with. You eagerly awaited his return, and as the night came about, you stared out the windows looking for any sign of him, but to no avail. You occupied your mind with feeble excuses, convincing yourself that he might just be running late and that he will come for you. But as the night turned into days, that wait stretched agonizingly long and uncertain. 

Morning after morning, you wandered the island, hoping to find some sign of Law, just to be filled with a growing sense of abandonment instead.  You questioned every bit of Law’s promise, wondering if you had just gone insane and made up that conversation to make yourself feel a little less lonely. The desolation you felt before was nothing to this new crushing weight of shattered hope.

The loneliness settled in, and with every sunset that passed, your hope vanished further. That is, until you were searching the island for him, and you saw fresh wanted posters plastered across the walls. There he was. Law’s face was among them. The realization that he was not even around anymore hit you like a truck. He went off to do other better things rather than fulfilling some stupid promise with someone he just met. The memory of your interaction replayed in your mind, the hug lingering in your mind more than you’d like to admit.

In a moment of frustration and despair, you tore the wanted poster off the wall, startling those who were nearby. Tears flowed freely as Law's absence filled you with despair. His presence had filled a hole you hadn't even realized existed, and now that he was gone, that hole seemed even bigger than before. Now you were left with the dreaded thought that you may never truly break this curse.

[storiesbyrhi]

TO BREAK A COVENANT Eddie Munson x Reader 8,877 words

Warnings: horror, body horror, blood, gore, horror genre imagery, nightmares, self-inflicted cutting injuries (not as a result of mental illness/distress though), angst, death, this is a sad story.

Synopsis: Eddie came back from the Upside Down, but it's not through with him yet. A short horror story that will hurt. It will bleed and feed and rip you apart.

Author’s Note: There was exposition I was going to write into the story, but I feel like it messed with the atmosphere. So, quick recap: Eddie lives, helps save the day, and is publicly exonerated. Vecna was vanquished; El closed the gate. Wayne is staying with a family friend since the trailer got rest in peace’d.

I.

He was back from that place. Eddie had returned from the Upside Down, but barely. His breath was a death rattle. His skin pale and clammy. His blood on the wrong side of his skin. He was back from that place, but he was still closer to the afterlife than this one.

For two days he sweated through the thick canvas of the triage tent’s cloth cot. The stitches were hastily sewn, pulling his wounds together in ways that would guarantee painful scar tissue. Eddie’s body seemed to cope better without an IV of fluids and antibiotics. Doctors were too busy with the immense task of saving Hawkins to think twice. If the town freak didn’t want the help, so be it.

On day three you took him home. Well, not home. You took Eddie to Steve Harrington’s pool house. It had a bed and a bathroom and that was enough. King Steve wasn’t exactly a friend but he felt like safety. He’d been the one to drag Eddie out of hell. He’d been the one to sit down and try to explain everything to you, even if Dustin did a better job.

All night you held Eddie. He didn’t speak. His beautiful eyes didn’t sparkle. He’d stopped sweating, crying, shaking. You were terrified to fall asleep, the image of waking up to a cold and lifeless Eddie haunted you. Of course, you were exhausted, and the Sandman took you before midnight had struck.

In the morning, day four, Eddie was up before you.

“Baby,” you gasped, immediately crawling to where he was sitting with his back against the wall the bed was pushed up against. When you took his face in your hands his skin didn’t feel any warmer. His gaze focused on you though, and he smiled. “Hi,”

“Hi sweetheart,” he croaked.

You let out a deep breath and felt the sting of tears. “I thought-”

“Come ‘ere,” he interrupted.

You carefully got as close to him as possible without pressing against his wounds. Eddie’s hands settled on your hips and pulled you closer. His legs were stretched out in front of him and you were straddling his thighs.

“This doesn’t hurt?”

“Doesn’t hurt,” he mumbled. He was lying, but not in the way you suspected. It wasn’t the bites and stitches. It was something deeper. It was bad. Not poison bad. No infection bad. Something else. Something otherworldly. Something Eddie was desperately trying to ignore. And you, you were his perfect distraction.

“I love you,” you told him.

“I love you too,” Eddie whispered.

The food he tried to eat came back up. He couldn’t warm up, no matter how many blankets you piled on top of him. And, he was cagey about letting you help change the dressings on his injuries. Eddie went into the bathroom alone, returning after too long, looking pathologically dismayed.

However, each day was a fresh covenant. With who, you didn’t know. A god or the capital-G God. A teenage superhero named Eleven. Some other force. Whoever. Whatever. Each day was a promise to them that you would look after Eddie and love him harder than you ever had before.

As dawn broke on day five, the sound of a crow’s lonely caw woke you. Loud. Shrill. Reverberating through you. You sat up and tried to see through the room. When your eyes couldn’t focus, you realised it wasn’t darkness blinding you, but a silent snowfall of dark particles. Itty bitty flecks of dust and evil.

“No, no, no!” You scrambled around in the bed, searching for Eddie with your hands. The sheets were cold and you were alone. “Eddie?!” The silence hurt your ears as if it was blocking them through physical force. “EDDIE?!”

Stepping out the bed, your feet found a sticky, wet floor. Like it was quicksand, it pulled you down as you tried to move. “EDDIE?!” you cried out. 

You got to the door of the pool house, hands shaking as you struggled with the lock. Ripping the door open, you propelled your weight forward, only to hit what felt like a wall. “Eddie!” Throwing your arms around him, you immediately felt his stillness. You let go and looked at him. Suddenly, you weren’t sure it was Eddie.

The whites of his eyes were completely gone. Somehow though, you knew the blackness was watching you. His nose was bleeding. Then, the noise.

It came from somewhere deep in him. A crackling groan. Low, pained. Muffled at first, until Eddie’s lips peeled apart and the sound found air. Wider and wider. Louder and louder. Eddie’s mouth split, a Dahlia grin amplifying the groan until it was all you could hear.

You tried to move but the quicksand floor glued you in place. Instead, you sobbed. When you felt hands wrap around you from behind, you screamed.

“Hey! Hey, hey! Sweetheart. Babe. Stop, stop. It’s me!” Eddie was shaking you from your sleep, his arms around you. “It’s a nightmare. Just a nightmare. Come ‘ere.”

You were heaving, the fear still coursing through your veins. Tears rolled down your face and you frantically looked around the room.

“Just a nightmare,” Eddie repeated.

The relief hit you all at once and you choked on it, coughing and letting Eddie hold you. He rocked you gently, kissing the top of your head. “S’okay. I got you.”

It took all day to shake the nightmare. You kept checking your toes weren’t sinking into the floor and the air for soot.

“It’s done,” Eddie reminded you again and again. “We’re safe.”

When night came and Eddie had gone another day without eating, you began to understand it wasn’t the threat of Vecna or the Upside Down that was unnerving you. It was Eddie. No food. Hardly any water. Long showers. Easy movement. His recovery was swift and miraculous and entirely unsettling.

You told yourself you should be grateful. This is what you had begged for. Prayed for. What you would have sold your soul for. Eddie, back in your arms, alive. The image of the black eyes from your nightmare wouldn’t leave your mind though. Nor, the sound.

If you dreamt that night, it was forgotten as soon as you woke up.

For three long seconds, you thought he was dead. Eddie’s face was void of emotion; his head lax on the pillow. Then he blinked slowly and his eyebrows pulled together in a miserable expression.

“Eddie?” you whispered. It was still early. Dark. Your body was heavy with sleep. “What’s…?”

He looked like he was going to cry. “Something’s wrong.” His voice matched your whisper.

You reached out and cupped his cheek in your palm. He was still so cold.

Eddie hated the look on your face. One part love, one part pity. That’s how he saw it. He loved you more than he’d loved anything in his entire life. More than music. Art. Books. He didn’t give himself the hypothetical ultimatum, but if he had to choose between you or Wayne, he’d choose you. So, telling you the truth was agony. “I need you to go,”

“Go where?” you asked innocently.

“Away. From me. Now.”

Confusion had always looked too cute on you.

You were trying to process the instructions but quite simply, couldn’t. When your head began to shake, Eddie swallowed. His throat was sandpaper dry.

“Something bad is happening to me. You gotta go. Go in the house, get Steve. ‘Kay? Tell him somethin’ is happening,”

“Eddie, wait, what do you mean? Slow down for a sec and talk to me.”

You went to get closer to him, but he had a tight grip on your wrist. It wasn’t suddenly. It was instantly. He moved faster than light.

“I… I don’t… think you’re safe,” Eddie warned through gritted teeth. He needed you to be smarter than this. He needed you to put it all together so he didn’t have to spell it out.

“Safe? From what? Ed-”

“I can smell your blood.”

Your breath caught and held. Eddie’s brown eyes seemed impossibly dark. Yours glimmered with dread. Still, to break a covenant was to curse yourself. You wouldn’t abandon him. He knew that.

“I can’t eat. Can’t drink. Hardly sleep… Sleepin’ less each day.” Eddie’s voice was shaky. His words calculated and concise. “I’m stronger than I should be,”

“Maybe we should go to a hospital and-”

“Look.” He lifted his shirt. His wounds were healed. The scars looked decades old and not nearly as terrible as they medically should have been. 

When your eyes flicked back up to his face you realised how tense Eddie was holding himself. He was holding himself back.

“I’m… I’m so thirsty… Feels like… Like I’m fuckin’ turning to dust from the inside out… And I- I can smell your blood. Like… breakfast in fucking bed.”

You blinked hard. The imagery was unnecessary. Evil. But Eddie, your Eddie, wouldn’t hurt you. He couldn’t. He’d die before he could.

Unless, of course, he already had.

“Eddie, you’re not turning into a v-”

“Baby, I know how it sounds,” he growled.

No, no, no. Stupid. This is… Stupid.

It was a fair enough thing to tell yourself. It may have been stupid but… it was also Hawkins. Storybooks had been coming to life annually since 1953.

“Let me help,”

“No. Go,”

“What if-”

“Go!”

Eddie had never yelled at you before. It echoed in your heart and sent you tumbling out of bed and skittering along the floor. At the door, you stood halfway in and out of the pool house, looking back at Eddie. The smallest of nods from him and you were running.

Steve’s parents weren’t home. They had evacuated Hawkins when Vecna opened the ground up. Nobody commented on that to Steve. You made it through to the kitchen before stopping. What would Steve do?

Presumably, call the others. The Party. And, what could they do? Would they try to treat Eddie? Could that make it worse? What if Eleven was still being watched? What if the government, or whoever, learned about Eddie? What if they took him from you? Experimented on him? Hurt him?

Before you had time to second guess your decision, you were pulling a coffee mug from the cupboard and holding your arm over it. The knife in your hand was clean. Shiny. Reflective.

Stupid.

The cut hurt more than you expected, but you reminded yourself of what Eddie had been through. The blood dripped out slowly from your inner forearm, just below the elbow. You tried to angle your arm best you could, opening and closing your fist to pump the blood better.

You felt him.

Behind you.

Eddie had smelt your blood from where he was clinging to the last of his self-control. His six days of pretending this wasn’t happening forgotten. He’d followed the scent, the doors you had flew through on your way in left open.

He pressed his chest into your back. It was almost familiar, save for the lack of his warm arms embracing you and his chin resting on your shoulder. No, ‘Hi there, sweetheart,’ or ‘How’s my baby doing?’

You refused to let yourself be scared.

Eddie could smell that in you too.

The blood continued to fill the cup. A shot glass’ worth. Then two. Three. Then, a coffee mug warm and ready.

“Let me look after you,” you whispered.

Eddie’s hand appeared next to you as he slowly reached around and took the mug from the kitchen bench. When the weight of him pressed to you lessened, you turned to face him.

All his edges looked blurry, like he was in a perpetual state of vibration. His shoulders were hunched in and his head hung. Eddie had the mug held between his hands. You noticed, for the first time, that his fingernails had changed. They used to be thin, short, and bitten. Now, they were almost an inch long, pointed but not sharp. As if starving for a week had upped the keratin production in his body, all his nails were grossly thick.

“Drink it.”

That was it. Something snapped in him and he poured your blood straight down his throat. You watched as he tried to lick the mug clean, then use his fingers to get every last drop.

When he looked at you, you saw the change. The golden brown was gone from his eyes, replaced with black rimmed in red. His muscles stretched out, unknotting, and feeling brand new. Eddie stood tall, the neutral expression on his face only lasting for a brief moment before he frowned.

“What’s wrong?”

Panic, maybe. Or was it fear you were reading in his features? Or pain?

Eddie coughed, his hands at his mouth out of human habit. Something had been coughed out though. Blood. You thought it was yours, coming back up, but then he coughed again, sending more splattering onto the kitchen floor.

You looked down and saw that the red was dotted with white. Morbid curiosity had you immediately drop to your knees to inspect. If it came from Eddie, it didn’t really revolt you. As soon as you picked a white dot up you knew what it was. You looked back up at Eddie as he continued to cough, more blood and teeth spilling from his mouth.

You stood up at the same time noise from upstairs froze you and Eddie in place.

“Fuck. Fuck. Go back to the pool house. I’ll clean this. Go!”

In the blink of an eye, Eddie was gone and you were pocketing his blood wet teeth. Moving frantically, you grabbed anything with the ability to absorb and mopped up the gore. You heard Steve on the stairs as you threw the tea towels, oven mitts, dishcloths, and paper towel out the door, just out of view.

“Hey,” Steve greeted. He was in sweatpants and nothing else, serving as a point of comparison to Eddie.

Where Eddie was ghost white, Steve was tanned warmth. Where Eddie was healed angry scars, Steve was bandaged and bleeding. Where Eddie was in need of saving, Steve was human resilience, turning on the coffee machine and yawning.

“How’s he today?”

“Still sleeping,” you lied too quickly.

Steve didn’t know you well enough to gauge if you were being weird. And, if he thought you were, that was probably just your personality. It made sense to him that Eddie’s girlfriend would be, at least, a little bit freaky.

“Did you need something? Thought I’d do some laundry today if you guys wanna change sheets or whatever,”

“Oh, um, yeah. I mean, no. No, it’s okay. I can do it. You’re already doing more than enough.”

Steve snorted. “I’m really not… I kind of owe him, you know? We all do. Says he’s not a hero, but…” Steve shrugged. “Whatever.”

You watched Steve brew a weirdly specific cup of coffee. Almost scientific in his precision, he mixed half and half with an extra dash of cream into the coffee, then one heaped teaspoon of white sugar. He was not done. Half a teaspoon of brown sugar was added last. He seemed very pleased with himself.

“That’s just… milk and sugar,” you observed.

Steve looked into his mug in an eerily similar way to how Eddie had minutes before. “Yeah… So, ah, you good? Don’t need anything?”

Shaking your head, you offered a small smile. Your arms were folded tightly across your chest, simultaneously applying pressure to the cut and concealing its existence from Steve.

“Okay… Well, I’m gonna pick up Robin in a couple hours and head over to the school. So, if you need me to grab anything while we’re out, let me know.”

You nodded. He was vaguely suspicious, but ultimately none the wiser, retreating upstairs into his bedroom.

Working quickly, you put anything blood stained into a garbage bag and walked it out to the bins. The kitchen was wiped down and you made yourself a cup of tea. Your stomach flipped when you took a sip. You poured the rest down the sink before making your way back to the pool house.

Following the trail of blood and teeth, you found Eddie curled up behind the Harrington Pool Bar. He had his hands clamped over his mouth.

“Eddie,” you said gently and you knelt in front of him, placing your hands on his knees.

He looked at you. The brown would never return to his eyes, but for now, the red was gone too. Whatever was happening to him was happening fast. You’d counted the teeth in your pocket and the ones on the pool house floor. There were enough to know there were none left in his mouth.

“Are you still bleeding? Let me see,” you asked.

It didn’t matter if he was, you certainly were still bleeding. Eddie’s gaze flicked to your arm, to where the cut was crusting over but still weeping. You understood.

“Okay. Let me just-” And you got up and left him. In the bathroom you rinsed your arm and bandaged it excessively. You pulled a hoodie on before returning to Eddie.

With his hands still obscuring his mouth, Eddie spoke. “New… ones…” His voice was different. It reminded you of the time he dressed up as an orc for Halloween, wearing a set of plastic teeth that made his speech hard to understand.

There were no tears forming in Eddie’s eyes, yet his energy was undoubtedly one of sorrow. He made a whining sound and shook his head as you took his wrists to try to move his hands from his face.

“Eddie. Eddie, look at me… I will love you no matter what, okay? I love you.” You leaned forward and kissed his forehead in benediction.

Eddie’s hands dropped into his lap and his jaw unclenched. He opened his mouth just enough for you to see his new teeth. Perfect, sharp, and deadly. Designed to pierce flesh. They weren’t like anything you’d seen before. They had the uniformity of a shark. The impressive canines of a wolf. But the layout stayed consistent with a human, no gaps between each tooth.

Undeniably monstrous, but not repulsive. At least, not to you.

You kissed Eddie’s forehead again, then the tip of his nose, then his mouth. “We can do this. You’ll be okay… I’ve got you,”

“You gotta go,”

“Eddie, I already-”

“The thirst. It’s… It’s all I can think about. I don’t wanna hurt you,”

“You won’t. We’re going to figure it out. Figure out how much blood you need to survive,”

“Feels like I’m dying,” he whispered.

“Okay, so you need more. Here.”

You had only unwrapped a single layer of the bandage before Eddie struck.

On his knees and elbows, with your arm held in a vice grip, Eddie was drinking from your cut. His mouth was suctioned to your skin, the tips of his teeth pressing in enough to bruise but not puncture. Eyes screwed shut and noise drowned out by the loud beat of your heart, Eddie was lost for a moment.

You had been pushed flat to the ground, so remained there while you sorted through the sensation. The cut stung a little but otherwise, it didn’t hurt to have him latched onto you like a leech. There was no point in lying to yourself about the fear. You were terrified but the love outweighed the terror. And, there was a covenant to uphold.

Slowly, you brought yourself up into a sitting position. Eddie bristled at your touch, so you dropped your free arm in your lap and waited. When you felt woozy, you spoke again. “Eddie, you have to stop now.” You didn’t think asking politely would actually work, but you would be amiss not to at least try.

With your back to Harrington Pool Bar, you raised a leg and kicked Eddie in the side of his ribcage with as much speed and force as you could muster. It wouldn’t have been enough to knock him from you, but the speed caught him by surprise and he let go of you.

You snatched your arm back and held it close to your chest. “Eddie!”

He licked the last of your blood from his lips. The red was back in his eyes. A small rumble of a growl escaped from deep within him.

“It’s me.”

You held eye contact until Eddie nodded, pursing his lips together. 

“You shouldn’t have done that,”

“I didn’t know how to make you stop,”

“No. Not the kick. You shouldn’t have let me… do… that.”

The morning sunshine was beginning to peek over the neighbor’s fence. As Eddie shifted on the spot, his hand landed in a patch of light. He looked down at it.

“Does it burn?” you asked.

“No, but it… I don’t know. Pins and needles.” He moved his hand then stood. Eddie looked down at you, holding a hand to your cut and losing the battle of trying to look composed. “I… I can’t help you up,” he said in a pained voice. Normal Eddie would have offered a hand and pulled you up. He would have hugged you close to him and spun you around. “I can’t… touch you,” Eddie tried to explain.

Getting to your feet was easy but lonely. “I’ll go clean up.”

you ran the cut under the bathroom tap for a while then re-bandaged it. You had to lean against the basin, your sense of balance still a little thrown.

When you emerged, Eddie had closed all the curtains of the pool house and returned to bed. His black eyes watched you walk over and get into bed with him. He shook his head again.

“I mean it. You need to go. The others will figure out what to do.”

If you hadn’t been there watching the change happen, you would have been shocked at the thing in the bed opposite you. The others… You would have to convince them he was Eddie, and not a monster wearing his skin.

“I’m scared to leave you again,” you told him. Glistening tears welled up in your eyes. You both felt it, the lack of action. Normal Eddie would have you in his arms by now. “Can I come closer?”

Your small squeaky voice broke Eddie’s heart. He gave in and made room for you. You burrowed in, head pressed into his chest, arms curled between you and him. It was cold but at the very least, he still smelt like himself.

“One more day, okay? That’s if nothing else changes.”

It wasn’t a negotiation, so you accepted his offer with a nod of the head.

All day you stayed in bed. No music. No television. No conversation. You hardly moved at all. Eddie held you all the way up to dusk.

“You need to eat,” he said. He’d not felt hunger pains himself, so he’d almost forgotten about food entirely. But he could hear the houses around him settling in for the night. Dinners being prepared and families reuniting. Eddie could hear entire conversations as though they were playing out in the pool house.

“I will,” you mumbled into him.

Eddie let you stay until he heard Steve’s car. “Steve’s home. Robin’s here too,” he said. “They’ve got burgers. You need to go out there, so they don’t come in here,"

"How do you know all that?"

"I can hear... uh, everything... Go eat."

The threat of other people being involved in… whatever this was… was enough to get you unfurling your body from his. You told him you loved him and that you would be back, and Eddie told you what you needed to hear.

He tracked your footsteps around the pool and into the house. Through the kitchen and into the lounge room. You sat next to Robin and lied about Eddie. You told them he was asleep and that you’d take his food to him later. A videotape was produced and the movie began.

Without you right next to him, Eddie felt slightly more peaceful. His mind let him think of things other than how satisfying it would feel to drink you dry. The peace was short lived when Eddie tried to scratch his back. At first, he thought it was an itch, then he shot up when it felt more like something moving in the bed. There was nothing there that he could see, but then he felt the tickling again.

He was at the bathroom mirror, relieved to see himself there. He turned around to inspect his back. “What the fuck?!” under his breath and a string of no no no in his mind. Next to each shoulder blade were deep, dark bruises. But not bruises, because bruises aren’t meant to move.

Eddie watched in horror as from the center of each black patch, a bump grew into a mound as big as his shoulder blades. From the mounds, something was trying to break free. Eddie could feel the pressure, like a pimple that needed to be popped or a rotten limb that needed to be severed. Whatever they were, they couldn’t free themselves from his back.

He started to mutter and haphazardly look through the bathroom cabinet for something to help. At first, it was painkillers, but then it was a blade. “Fuckin… Come on, come on… Please… Jesus fucking… Christ.” He sped through the pool house until he found a small paring knife in the bar.

In the bathroom, Eddie positioned himself with his back to the mirror and did his best to look over his shoulder. He tried to hold the knife steady, but there was no way for him to achieve his goal safely or precisely. He dropped the knife in the sink and crouched on the floor, rocking back and forth on his heels.

Eddie tuned in to you. The sound of you hungrily eating, laughing at Robin’s jokes despite the guilt it made you feel. He listened to you tell Steve to continue to keep Dustin and the other kids away, for now. “He doesn’t want them to see him like this, you know?” you explained.

Eddie blindly reached for the knife, grasping it, and bringing it to the floor with him. He took a deep breath, registered that he hadn’t been breathing in days, swallowed the thought, then began to slash at his back as deeply as he could.

His cold blood followed his spine down his back and formed a puddle. The pain was so white hot that if he still possessed the ability to, Eddie would have thrown up. He was so close though, he could feel it. A few more slashes and he’d done it. The pressure was gone and something slipped from him.

Eddie quickly stood up, holding the sink to not slip in all the blood. He turned and looked at the wreckage. He had to focus hard, almost squint, to make them out. At first, they looked like bones protruding from him. Then, they flexed and uncurled. Eddie let out a laugh. They were the most pathetic set of wings he’d ever seen.

Eddie’s head hung over the sink. He closed his eyes and tried the breathing thing again. While he could inhale, fill his lungs, and exhale, Eddie found he didn’t need to. A thought crossed his mind and he had no self-control left to offer rationality.

He filled the sink with water and plunged his face into it. For a while, he just stayed there, silently holding his breath underwater. Then, he purposefully breathed in. He could do it. Breathing water was like breathing thick, sticky air. It wasn’t a pleasant sensation, but it didn’t hurt and it certainly didn’t kill him.

“Well, fuck,” he said amused as he stood straight, shaking the water from his face and hair like a dog. He looked up at his reflection again and froze.

The wings had grown. He could see the tips of them, whereas before they were as small as a common brown bat’s. At least he didn’t feel them grow. Little mercies, Eddie thought.

The back door of the house slammed shut. There was not even close to enough time to do anything about the murder scene of a bathroom. Eddie just waited, ready to calm you.

You appeared at the threshold of the bathroom, your eyes wide and mouth agape. Eddie listened to your breathing fasten. You looked him up and down, searching for injury, before your gaze settled just beyond him. He figured you could see the wings.

“I had to… cut… them free,” he said, not sure what the exact words were for a process he’d just discovered. “I felt something. Under my skin. There were these, ah, these lumps. They moved and…” Eddie ran out of words, both the exact and inexact.

“Show me.”

Deep down, Eddie thought this might be the thing to send you screaming out the door. Instead, you took a step closer, your bare feet touching the red puddle. Eddie tried to move to you and turn, but his wings got stuck. He looked over at the mirror.

Again, the wings had grown. They still resembled bat wings, but sharper and sicker looking, and bigger. A lot bigger. If he stretched them out, they’d reach longer than his arms by a couple feet at least.

“Come out here,” you said softly, taking Eddie’s hands and pulling him out into the main space of the pool room. Bloody footprints were left in your wake.

Eddie stood on the spot as you circled him. You looked closely at where the wings sprouted from his skin. There were no open wounds or signs that Eddie’s knife had assisted at all. Besides the telltale blood, it would have been like the wings had always been there.

“Can you… control them? Like, move them?”

“I… I don’t know.” Eddie spread his wings, unfolding them with ease. “Yeah… It’s like… another set of arms…” He brought them back in, let them settle as small as possible behind him.

“Okay,” you said.

“Okay,” Eddie echoed.

When you tried to clean the mess, Eddie wouldn’t let you. He could move so quickly that all the blood was gone in literally a blink. He’d washed it off himself too, clean sweatpants on. Then, he stood at the end of the bed. You had gotten in, curled up with a pillow hugged tightly to your chest.

“Maybe… Maybe we go tell them now. While Robin’s here,”

“What?!” you demanded, sitting up. “You said one more night! You promised!”

“Technically, I said ‘day’ and-”

“Eddie! You promised!” You could feel how severe the frown on your face was. Eddie’s face read as surprised. “What?”

“Nothing. I just… I didn’t think you’d want to… You know…”

You watched to scream at him. You wanted to be bitchy and ask what part of ‘I love you’ was he not understanding? You wanted to tell him that if the roles were reversed, he’d have no problems loving you as you fell to pieces only to reform as a monster.

“Get in the bed, Eddie.”

Eddie smiled, wide and happy. It was a very Eddie smile, despite the teeth. He climbed over to you and laid on his stomach, angled back a little. He watched you reach out and touch his wings with tentative hands.

“Almost tickles,” he whispered.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, just on that part… The bone part feels like if you were touchin’ my arm or something, I guess.”

You nodded and kept exploring. You wedged his mouth open to inspect his teeth. You held his hand and tried to guess if your nail file would be strong enough to declaw him.

“Do you still want to eat me?” you asked suddenly, looking up at him with doe eyes.

The hesitation told you the answer, but you were glad when Eddie told the truth anyway. “Yes. But… It’s not as… urgent now,”

“Maybe we can deal with this. We could move somewhere far away. Out in the woods. Grow our own food for me. And you can hunt animals or something. Do you think animal blood would be okay?”

Eddie smiled sadly. “I don’t know, sweetheart. Worth a shot.”

Like the rest of him, Eddie’s wings were icy, but when you were cocooned in them, all wrapped up, your body temperature warmed you both. You fell asleep, still exhausted and emotionally wrecked. At some point during the night, it occurred to Eddie that he didn’t feel tired. It wasn’t that he was too anxious or wired to sleep. The need for it was entirely gone. He knew, somehow, that he’d never sleep again.

Seven days. Seven days had passed in a blur of blood and fear and devotion.

Eddie watched you mumble in your sleep. You were having another nightmare. He wanted to wake you up but Wayne used to say nightmares were where you battled your demons. Eddie hoped it wasn’t him you were up against.

When you woke, sweat sticking hair to the base of your neck, you looked more tired than when you went to bed. There were shadows under your eyes and you drank the pool house out of water, finding three water bottles to drain.

“I’m gonna go in and fill these up,” you said.

As soon as you were gone, Eddie was back in front of the mirror. He looked at his torso at the strange red line that had bloomed overnight. It was just below his belly button and about a 3 Musketeers bar long. Not exactly scar-like, more as if someone draw a perfectly straight line in red marker on him a couple of days earlier, and it hadn’t quite faded. For as long as it didn’t hurt, Eddie was going to ignore it.

“Robin slept over last night,”

“Yeah. I heard,” Eddie replied, coming out of the bathroom to sit on the bed.

You put your bottles of water on the bar and sat down next to him. “Well, I was thinking maybe we just start with them. Telling them, I mean. I don’t think everyone needs to know… At least not straight away,”

“Yeah, I guess… Guess that’s smart. No need to traumatise everyone all at once.”

You rolled your head to look at him, chin on his shoulder. He was still your Eddie. You sighed and stood up, pulling him with you.

“It’s going to be okay,” you said for what felt like the hundredth time. 

Eddie nodded but his heart wasn’t in it. He held your hands and pressed his forehead to yours, forming a steeple of your bodies. “I love you,”

“I love you too.”

It was time.

When you left Eddie and went back into the house, Robin and Steve were in the kitchen fighting over the last of the half and half.

“You don’t understand, I can’t just use milk and cream!”

“It’s exactly what you can use because that’s exactly what half and half is, Steve!” You liked how Robin pronounced his name with the additional letter Es in the middle. “Tell him,” she ordered at you, pointing at Steve.

“I don’t want to be involved in… whatever this is,”

“Why can’t you just have tea? You have tea sometimes. Today can be a tea day. Plenty of tea!”

As tempting as it was to let them fight it out, you no longer felt that time was on Eddie’s side. You picked up a butter knife and glass from the drying rack and tapped out a sound to get their attention. When both their heads turned to you, twin confused expressions on their faces, you awkwardly put the knife and glass down.

“Do you… have an announcement?” Robin asked.

Steve nudged her with his elbow. He had felt this coming. There was something wrong about how you and Eddie had been holed up in the pool house for a week. You’d taken hardly any food but produced a weird amount of trash. He braced himself for whatever you were going to say.

“Something’s wrong with Eddie,” you told them quietly.

Robin imagined sadness. She had the images of Eddie in the Upside Down. His wounds. His pain. She imagined him hurting and scared and ostracised by the town. She imagined you meant he wasn’t eating and was disappearing into himself.

Steve imagined disease. Demobat bites getting infected. Something bad from the Upside Down in Eddie’s blood. No cure. No relief. A death sentence.

“What do you mean?” Steve asked.

“Whatever happened to him… is changing him…” You could hear your voice and were annoyed. Too vague. Too spacey. You hated when a film’s protagonists finally got to explain everything, only to fuck it all up. You were fucking it all up.

“Changing how?” Robin prompted.

“He’s a vampire,” you spat out.

Robin almost laughed. She narrowed her eyes at you, then looked to Steve, then back at you. “What?”

“Didn’t we think Vecna was a vampire before we-” Steve tried.

“No. Nobody thought that,” Robin clarified.

“But the bats-”

“They weren’t actually bats though. We just kind of call them that because they looked like Earth bats but they were actually some other thing entirely…”

Steve rubbed the bridge of his nose and Robin turned back to you. Before she could ask, you offered the information.

“All his teeth fell out and he got new super sharp ones straight away. His fingernails are claws. His eyes aren’t the same. He can’t eat or drink anything except blood. And he has wings.”

She couldn’t help it. Robin laughed. Steve could tell it was one of her nervous laughs; the kind of laugh designed to fill in the silence left by shock or confusion or some other uncomfortable experience she was desperately trying to avoid.

“This can’t be happening,” Robin said, walking from the room only to turn around and walk immediately back in. She opened and closed the refrigerator then squatted on the ground, holding her head.

“Is he dangerous?” Steve asked. Where’s my nail bat?

“Um… No. I mean, I don’t know. Probably. Not right now,”

“What does that mean?”

You’d not expected to be understood, but you had settled on the expectation of kindness. Instead, you felt interrogated and judged. “He keeps changing. More things keep changing. The wings only happened yesterday. And he hasn’t hurt me at all. But… We don’t know… We don’t know what happening to him.”

Steve was hard to gauge. He looked almost… annoyed… Annoyed but at something low stakes. It was like you’d told him you forgot to pick up milk and now he can’t have cereal. Or all his good underwear were in the wash.

“Look, I’m just gonna ask, because we don’t know each other very well. And Eddie is new to all this stuff. I just… You’re not fucking with us, right?” He knew you weren’t. He knew before he asked and he knew as soon as he did and you looked like a kicked puppy. But he was floundering and imagining Eddie latched onto your neck like in all the horror movies he rented out. 

“We need to call Nancy!” Robin declared, standing and reaching out for the phone attached to the kitchen wall.

Steve grabbed it from her hands. “No! No, no, we can… We can handle this. It’s fine… Didn’t need Nancy to handle the Russians, did we? We can do this. Scoops Troupe, you know?”

“I think Dustin and Erica would argue they are also part of Scoops Troupe,”

“Fuck. Okay. Stobin, then, right?”

That got her. She nodded at him and he nodded at her. They turned to you in unison.

“Show us.”

Their levity was reassuring. It didn’t wane when they followed you into the pool house. You sat on the sidelines as Steve and Robin were introduced to the new Eddie. They looked worried, but they snapped into their problem solving monster hunting roles quickly.

Eddie wasn’t so convinced, but he remembered how he felt when they found him in Rick’s boat shed. He wasn’t convinced then either. Yet, they had come back for him with Honeycomb and hope. They looked after him. They kept him as safe as they could. It was because of them that he survived and was exonerated. He had to trust them, even if their pulses were racing and they smelt like fear.

It was mid-morning when Steve and Robin got in the car to go find Nancy and Jonathan. From there, they would make a decision about who else needed to be involved. Eddie didn’t like the idea, but Hopper’s name was floated as a possibility.

When he couldn’t hear the car anymore, Eddie looked over at you.

“They’re a lot,” you said.

“Yeah… Buckley’s pretty much what I thought, but Steve’s…”

“Yeah,” you agreed. “Way less of an asshole than he used to be,”

“Way less.”

You smiled and walked to Eddie. “How do you feel?” you asked him.

His head tilted to the side. “Weeeeeellllllll, I don’t feel anything moving abnormally in me…”

“So, maybe that’s it for the changes?” you dared to say out loud.

Eddie nodded, looking down at his body. The red line was longer, reaching hip bone to hip bone. He bit his tongue and moved to the bed. “What do we do while we wait?” he asked. He’d adapted to his new teeth well; his voice was almost entirely his own again.

“You sound like you have something in mind,” you replied as you followed him under the covers. You reached out to manually wrap a wing around you. “I think I like these,” you confessed.

“Kinda metal?”

“Very metal…”

You missed his brown eyes, but he was still beautiful in a Lovecraftian sort of way. “I want to kiss you,” you told him. “Do you think-”

“No. Can’t risk it,” he stated.

“What if you keep your mouth closed, like before?”

Eddie was known to be insanely stubborn, but equally known to give in to you. He crumbled like a house of cards.

You pressed your lips against his, let your noses bump together. One hand held his face and the other threaded through his hair. For a moment you could pretend everything was normal.

The morning slipped by thanks to channel surfing and the tiny piece of solace brought by the knowledge Hawkins’ best Demogorgon-fighting makeshift-weapon-wielding motley crew were coming to the rescue.  

After your lunch of mac and cheese and Eddie’s of half a glass of your blood, the phone rang. Eddie was inside the house before you could stand. You ran to catch up.

“Let me talk to them,” you demanded, coming into the kitchen and holding out your hand.

Steve was mid-update when you took over. “Steve, start again. Please.”

He huffed but obeyed. “Nancy and Jonathan said we need to call in the big guns,”

“Hopper?”

“Yeah. And Joyce. She’s smart. They’re going to get them and bring them over,”

“Okay… Where are you now? What are you doing?”

Steve hesitated. “Uh, well, after the girls-”

You and Eddie both heard Robin snort at the phrase ‘the girls,’ like she, Nancy, and Joyce could so easily be put into the same category.

“-the smartest person we know is Henderson,”

“No! Come on, man!” Eddie yelled.

“He’s the one that always knows about… you know… Vampires and hive minds and shit. It would be dumb to not include him, right?”

Eddie looked pissed. He loved Dustin. Adored the kid. But he was just that – a kid. You, on the other hand, would sacrifice what was left of Dustin’s innocence if it meant saving Eddie.

“Okay,” you answered.

“Alright.” Steve sounded relieved there was no fight. “How’s everything there? No new… body parts?”

You looked at Eddie, who shook his head. The line was still growing longer, but Eddie had hiked his sweatpants up a little higher to hide it. You’d not spied anything different.

“So, more waiting,” Eddie concluded when you hung the phone up.

“Yeah. But, it's good news, right? He didn't sound freaked out. We’re going to figure it out.”

Eddie walked at a human pace back to the pool house with you. He wondered how you weren’t getting cabin fever. A week in the tiny room and you didn’t show any signs of needing a change of scenery. Inside, he watched you go through the stack of VHS tapes next to the television, looking for something worthwhile.

The bed was beginning to feel more like a nest, curving around him like home. He was glad to be back there. Eddie was thinking about pillows when he felt the ache in his gut. It was just a mild sort of cramping feeling and he mistook it for anxiety or anticipation.

Gremlins played on the screen, your comfort movie, and you got into bed with Eddie. He let you close, let your warmth take some of the chill he felt. The aching got worse and spread to his lower back. He wasn’t sure if painkillers would work on him anymore, but it was worth a shot. As Eddie went to move, he saw that you’d fallen asleep. You had always been prone to a late afternoon catnap. He slid out without disturbing you and went in search of anything to dull the ache.

You had lasted until around the time Billy tries to report the wayward gremlins to the police. Rolling into a dream, you found yourself in the woods behind the school. Eddie was sitting on one side of the table that sat out there. Chrissy Cunningham was on the other side. When you tried to walk to them, your boots were unable to move.

Their conversation was pulled from your memories; the things Eddie told you coming back now. “Do you ever feel like you’re losing your mind?” she asked.“Do you have anything stronger?”

It needed to stop. Eddie needed to get up and walk away from her. You screamed as loud as you could but it was like they were in a bubble. Dropping to the ground, you pulled your feet from your shoes, freeing yourself. You ran to the table, stepping on stones and branches as you went. When you slammed into the table, both Eddie and Chrissy were frozen.

“Hey!” you yelled, waving your hands in front of their faces. “Hey! Eddie!” Nothing. You pushed Chrissy gently, but at your touch, she burst.

Blood and organs, flesh and bone exploded all over you and the table. You shook on the spot, terrified and in shock. Eyes glossed over with tears, you turned to Eddie but he was gone.

“Eddie?!” you shrieked, spitting a chunk of Chrissy’s skin from your mouth.

Then you heard it.

Chewing. Slurping.

Step by step, you went around to the other side of the table to find Eddie kneeling on the ground, picking up pieces of Chrissy to eat. He was swallowing bits too big and you watched as they made horrific shapes when they squeezed down his esophagus. Eddie pushed his face into the dirt to lick up small pools of blood. He licked the legs of the old table and the leaves painted red.

“Eddie?” you whimpered.

His focus snapped to you. The blacks of his eyes crimson rimmed. His teeth razor sharp. He stood up, unsteady, grabbing the table for balance. Eddie rolled his shoulders back and unfolded his great wings, spiney and menacing.

When he got to you, he slowly took your wrist in his hand. He lifted your arm up and with brutal ease, snapped it. He pulled, twisted, and threw your hand, wrist, and half your forearm behind him, leaving a freely bleeding stump to drink from. All you could do was watch as he held your arm like it was a coffee mug and bury his face into the severed end of it.

There was no use in crying, so you just stood there until your body crumpled in on itself and everything faded to black.

The next time you opened your eyes, you were awake in the pool house and the sun was setting over Hawkins’ nicest neighbourhood. You sat up and looked around. “Eddie?”

No answer.

The door was open, so you figured Eddie had gone inside. Maybe the phone had rung or he wanted to get you more water. Laying back down, you listened to the sound of the small town, the only home you’d ever known. The buzz of cicadas. Cars in the distance. Normal voices talking about normal things, even then, with the 'earthquake' only a week in their past. The soundscape was benign and it made you smile.

After a couple of minutes, you swung your legs over the side of the bed and looked around. The chair was the first thing you noticed. There were two chairs that didn’t fit around the dining room table inside, so lived out in the pool house. One was knocked over. You frowned and stood.

Halfway to it, you slipped and went crashing to the ground, yelping in pain as your tailbone hit the floor. “Fuck!” You stayed curled on the floor for a moment, waiting for the presentation of other injuries. When it was just the bruised ass, you pushed yourself up to a sitting position.

Slippery. The word popped into your head as you brushed your hands against each other. You let out a strange, strangled sound best described as a whine. Blood. Blood was all over the floor. On all fours you scrambled to the bathroom. The carnage was everywhere.

“Eddie?!” you screamed desperately. Getting to your feet, you ran from the pool house, avoiding the slip n’ slide of blood.  “EDDIE! ED-”

Choking on a gasp, you lost the ability to speak. To scream. To make any noise. You stood next to the pool, the warm concrete beneath your feet making your toes tingle. Suddenly, you could hear your heart in your ears. The ocean too. The vacuum of space. Roaring. Unstoppable. Infinite.

Eddie was splayed out on the ground, face down. Blood had seeped into the concrete and trickled into the pool, slowly turning it a shade of romance novel pink. He wasn’t moving but his face was angled away from you, so you couldn’t be sure if he was…

No.

Your entire body shook violently and threatened to overthrow your leadership any second, but you took a step closer Eddie and then another. It took multiple visual trips over his body to make sense of what you were seeing.

Something had hurt him. Something had pulled him apart. It’s the only thing that could explain it. The only thing that could account for how his torso was ripped away from his pelvis and legs. But then, he moved.

You froze in abject terror as Eddie’s arm suddenly jerked to life and reached out in front of him, pulling him along the concrete. The top half of Eddie’s body crawled forward, the last strings of veins and tendons snapping and dissolving as he seemingly pulled himself in two, no shadowy figure from the Upside Down to blame. 

Eddie’s intestines dragged along behind him, like strings of cans on a newlywed’s car. Your breathing was coming in rapid small puffs and your eyes could not get any wider. The horror was so all-consuming, so visceral that you lost control and urine ran down your leg.

Eddie’s bottom portion laid at your feet, not moving at all. You looked over at the rest of him, halfway around the pool. Eddie came to a brief pause, only for his wings to spread and take over. They flapped, lifting him up from the concrete. Eddie’s spine hung from him, his intestines too, but nothing was falling out of him.

He turned to you, the look on his face so unfamiliar and so pained that it was hard to see Eddie in there at all. But he was there; a quickly fading shadow of the Eddie you knew. The Eddie who fed the trailer park cats and watched over freshmen and learned guitar chords by ear and loved so deeply he often gave himself headaches. That Eddie. Your Eddie. He was alive and staring at you, his eyes communicating in a silent scream, a resolute message to, by death or freedom, please, please, baby, please, break a covenant. 

II.

The manananggal;

A mythical creature with its origin in Philippine folklore, considered to be a form of evil spirit. With fangs and bat-like wings, it has a vampiric appearance but is able to separate its upper torso from its lower body. The manananggal is a monster, hunting victims by night and favouring babies, newlyweds, and people who are pregnant, in love, or sleeping soundly.

It owes its name to the Tagalog word ‘tanggal’ meaning ‘to remove/separate.’ Tanggal translates literally to ‘remover/separator.’ Contextually, it translates to ‘one who separates itself.’

The manananggal can be vanquished by stopping the two halves from reuniting. When it is out on the hunt, find the lower torso where it sleeps. Cover with salt and/or garlic to prevent reconnection. Without its other half, the manananggal will perish in the morning sunlight.

End Note: I feel like happy endings are kind of my thing. Believe me when I tell you I was entirely devastated when the ending of this story revealed itself to me and it was not warm sunshine. I am really developing a love for writing horror though, so I’d absolutely adore to hear your feedback on this piece!

A huge thank you to my girlies; this fic was workshopped with the help of @pastel-pillows @hellfirehottie420 @word-wytch @courtingchaos @jo-harrington @chestylarouxx @somnambulic-thing and @fracturedarkness.

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Sources: Wikipedia, Mythus (Myth and Folklore Wiki), Cryptidz (Cryptid Wiki), Ancient Origins, and a Medium.com article. Art: Gian Bernal. Title: I recently read a novel called To Break a Covenant by Alison Ames and the phrase stuck with me. The plot of the book has zero relation to this story, I just borrowed the title.

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The HOMOE Masterpost

Shoutout to @butchbarneygumble for oking me to steal this idea from their Moeney Masterpost! Go peep that btw.

I see almost no one acknowledge all the gay shit these two have going on so i have to ship them all by myself and honestly that's unacceptable given how much this show implies between them. And with a ship name like Homoe? You have got to be kidding me they were handed to me on a golden fucking plater.

Blah blah i know these are jokes or w/e but its a show, no one here is real, you are not affected by me wanting these middle aged men to kiss each other (more than they already do) so lets get on with it!

This is currently only clips from the show, i will go through the comics/books/etc. if anything's hidden in there and ill add it to this post in the future.

This is gonna be a long post so everything is gonna be under the cut.

Episode: (S2E11) One Fish, Two Fish, Blow Fish, Blue Fish

Homer Kisses Moe. Moe responds with "not in public". So in private then?

H: Oh words wont do it- I love you Moe M: Not in public

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Episode: (S8E3) The Homer they Fall

Just this whole episode.

H: Are you an angel? M: Yes Homer, Im an angel. All us angles wear Farah slacks. H: But you stopped the fight. Wont everyone be mad at you? M: Eh, lettem be mad. The only thing that matters to me is your'e safe. - D: Homer, your manager obviously loves you very much.

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Episode: (S9E16) Dumbbell Indemnity

Dancing together + hints throughout. "if you squint" kinda stuff but ill take my breadcrumbs.

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Episode: (S11E6) Hello Gutter Hello Fadder

Homer and Moe consider one another life partners.

Ma: Well, the one sure cure for the blues is to talk it over with your life partner. H: You're right! - H: I cant believe it Moe. The greatest feet of my life is already forgotten. M: Geez, Homer. I never seen ya this depressed. As your life partner, Im very worried.

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Episode: (S11E10) Little Big Mom

When Lisa calls the tavern, Moe asks if Homer is going to another bar like its a cheating situation. Look at me however you want that's how im taking this. Moe's clingy.

M: Hey uh- is Homer there? L: No, he isn't. I dont know where he is. M: Im a little worried. He usually stops in for an eye opener on the way to work. L: He told us he'd been going to the gym. M: Uhahaha- Wow. Anyway, you dont think he could be at another bar do ya? Because i couldnt take that- i- i just couldnt. *crying*

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Episode: (S11E16) Pygmoelian

Homer tells Moe his acting is a turn on.

M: The one hole ive never been able to fix is the one in my soul. H: That was amazing Moe. Im actually a little turned on. M: Yeah, hey i gotta gift.

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Episode: (S16E7) Mommie Beerest

The thing i dont say is that i primarily ship all three of them together especially during late seasons. Reading "Moe takes the place of marge" jokes as shippy is- a bit of a stretch? whatever, it includes Moe telling Homer "i love you" and Homer calling Moe "Honey".

H: What would Marge say? M: Do whatever you have to do to save Moe's. I love my Homie. H: Ok honey, ill do it! Ma: What's going on here? M: Nothin- Nothing.

Also Homer and Moe sharing a bed 1/2.

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Episode: (S17E5) Marge's Son Poisoning

If i had a nickel for every time Moe and Homer were called life partners id have 2 nickels. Which isn't a lot but its weird that it happened twice. (This has to be a lie, im certain there is a third time this has happened, i have yet to find it again) "They're lying, they're trying to hustle" um stfu- idc that's his life partner. he said so.

RT: God dern it son- what tha hell kinna sissy are you? M: Hey are you calling my life partner a sissy? Cause a hundred bucks says he could whoop you in arm wrestling.

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Episode: (S18E6: Moe n' a Lisa)

Moe tells Homer he loves him.

H: Seriously Moe, I think you have a gift. M: Thanks Homer, I love you man. H: OoooOH you love a man.

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Episode: (S20E8) The Burns and The Bees

Moe explains bees having sex to Homer and Homer thinks Moe is talking about the two of them.

H: But how are we supposed to combine the DNA of two strains of the same species? M: Actually Homer *whispering* H: *gasp* You and me? M: No. The bees. H: Oh! Yeah yeah. That's what i meant too. I... have no... inclination...

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Episode: (S21E30 The Great Wife Hope)

Moe takes Homer dressed as Marge to his class reunion. He says he took Barney the year before.

M: Lets go Marge. My class reunion starts in an hour. H: Uh, Moe, i have a confession to make. Im just Homer dressed as Marge. M: Yeah, but last year i took Barney dressed as Marge. Think how much better they'll think you look. Hmm? H: Well you better not leave me and talk to your old friends all night. M: Keep talkin like that and ill leave ya here right now.

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Episode: (S21E21) Moe Letter Blues

Homer kisses Moe.

H: Moe, i dont know rather to punch you or kiss you. So im gonna do both.

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Episode: (S24E2) Treehouse of Horror XXIV

Look, i know its a demon that looks like Moe and NOT Moe. But cmon what was this???

H: Listen, pal, you seem like an honest guy. Is there any other deal you can accept? D: Three way. H: Hm- You, me, Marge? D: Demon, demon, you. H: Sigh- I guess its one of those things a dad has to do. - H: Now before we start, what's the safe word? D: Cinnamon H: Oh! I like that. Now, id like to try something new, if you dont mind. D: Cinnamon. Cinnamon! Cinnamon! Cinnamon!

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Episode: (S25E12) Diggs

Ok- so the way Bart describes his feeling for Diggs is really queer and Homer immediately compares that to his feelings towards Moe.

B: I met this kid. Little older. Kinda strange. I dont think other people get him but i just wanna hang out with him all the time. H: *gasps* Its even better than i thought. You found your Moe Szyslak!

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Episode: (S27E10) The Girl Code

Homer kisses Moe.

M: Hey what tha hell? Get your kisser off my head puss! H: What? Its how greek men say 'hello'. Non sexual guy kissing is the best.

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Episode: (S28E4) Treehouse of Horror XXVII

Moe kisses a picture of Homer twice.

Thanks @leibi97 for remembering this one for me!

--- Episode: (S28E13) Fatzcarraldo

Homer calls Moe his "sweet wonderful bartender"

H: i had a great day and i really wanna celebrate with the boys so dont wait up for me my sweet wonderful bartender, Moe. M: Alright but whos the boys? H: Marge's boobs. See ya!

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Episode: (S29E16) King Leer

Homer carrying Moe into the store. But also i like this episode over all from a Homoearge standpoint.

M: When i cross this threshold i begin a new life! *Picked up by Homer* This is the first time that ive ever been carried into a store. Look at me now lady foot locker! Look at me now.

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Episode: (S32E15) Do Pizza Robots Dream of Electric Guitars

Ok guys THIS is what im talking about when i say in later seasons i kinda ship all three of them.

Ma: Did you see how he ate his breakfast? He doesn't shuffle his pancakes like a deck of cards. He doesn't air drum while driving, or race the dog in butt scooting across the carpet. And he always won. He's not my Homie anymore. B: We didnt notice any of that. Ma: A wife knows. M: And a bartender. Hes just- hes just not the same. He dont spin Barney around on the stool no more. He dont drink beer from a crazy straw just a sensible straw. What are we gonna do about our little man Midge? Ma: Were just gonna have to love him that much more. M: I didnt think that was possible. - B: Im used to seeing mom upset about dad, but Moe. That really shook me.

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Episode: (S35E7) Its A Blunderful Life

They love each other :)

M: How dare you show your face in here. H: Moe, its me, and beneith all the drinking and the jokes we have a real relationship. And that means something. M: What are you gettin at? H: C'mon man. Deep down, we kinda love each other. H: *thrown through window* M: Love you too

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Episode: (S35E15) Cremains of the Day

Moe and Homer share a bed 2/2.

M: Oh cmon Lenny, ghosts aint real. eh

Holding each other.

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Episode: (S35E17) The Tipping Point

Dont- Even- Get- Me- Started

M: Exact change huh? Thats it? H: Aw, i really wanna tip ya Moe, but i promised my wife id quit. M: Heres a thought Homer. What if you took the moolah outta your pocket but you just stopped before anything happened? Ya know, everything but the tip. H: That dosent seem like it could lead to anything. M: Sure it couldnt. H: *slowly hands Moe ten dollars* H: We shouldnta done that. M: Does that mean- that you wanna stop? H: No *hands Moe more money* *moaning* It feels so good *hands Moe more money* M: Dont stop you generous man *handed more money* *moaning* Aw yeah give it to me big boy H: *handing Moe more money* You like that? M: Oh thats the spot H: I can do this all night M: Right there H: Tell me you want it M: Oh god- Oh god- Oh god- Oh god! H: Yes- Yes- Yes- Yes! *Wallet sprays money on Moe* C: I need a new bar. - M: *following Homer out of the bar* Where ya goin? H: I cant stop tippin Moe. Im hooked on tha rush! I gotta monkey on my back and hes got his hand out. M: But, what about us? H: No one service worker can satisfy my needs. God help me im a tip-phomaniac.

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Jesus ok i dont know how to conclude this post. I will make updates to this. I know im missing stuff.

This is about a 3rd of my "moe is bi" list so maybe ill make that its own masterpost.

Someone asked me today what ship dynamic they are and i told them "the dumb one/the evil one/the woman". My spouse and i have been watching Futurama and they pointed out to me it was the same dynamic when i said i saw something between Fry/Bender/Leela as a trio.

[dolconfessionsss]

i need harper so bad and i ive only been playing like two weeks. he's such an evil fucking loser. the way he's smiley, intelligent, and clinical then a loser obsessive freak drives me insane. if PC ends up in the hospital for robin's injuries you see someone else but the very second you want anything even a dick/boob job hes fucking there.

IF PC WAKES UP FROM HYPNOSIS he's like oops haha thats not a photographer thats a maintenance worker get out of here! he makes the PC do unfathomable things then gaslights them about it for dinner. he has immense power over the player yet he is so coy about his own desires. he makes *other* people fuck and rarely gets in on the action (hell 2/3 harper sex scenes only happen if PC is assertive and the remaining is consensual). its not like he doesnt want to he gets a fucking stutter when he's flustered over the PC. if you go in the code his insecurity is "skill".

ITS LIKELY THAT HES A PATIENT WHO HYPNOTIZEd PEOPLE INTO THINKING HE WAS IN CHARGE besides the comment from one of the patients how else can you explain his youth + "knowledge" of multiple fields of medicine. he's blowing clown balloons and putting them in your tits hes poking at supernatural parasites in your asshole with a party city magic wand his magic phrase is abraca-gaslight and he doesnt even need to go to the circus for entertainment because he's got all the photos of PC he needs at home jerk off to.

hes such a pervert hes such a liar. i would let him fill my head all day long with his pretty little lies and do whatever he said. i need to stick him on a machine and feed him his own serum all day long. i need more harper content fuck ill write it

thank you for listening your askbox is a blessing

Please, anon, write those Harper contents that you wish to see in this world. We'd all be blesses too 🙏❤

Thank you for the ask, anon. For all the dramas and whatsnot, fan rambling about their faves in the game is always a joy. But also hell yeah, we love our resident freak nerd doctor ❤

[scp230kinnie]

Hello so I’m new to requesting so sorry if this is wrong in some way?😭But I was wondering if you could do an emo reader with hunter sylvester?I just read the goth one and it was so cute 😭

WHEN I TELL YOU IVE BEEN WAITING FOR ONE OF THESE REQUESTS AHH

Hunter Sylvester x Emo Reader hcs

I’m not emo, just a little bit alternative so if I get anything wrong please dm me or comment and I will change it as soon as possible

mostly gn😁

Just like all my other ones, he doesn’t really care how you dress.

He would probably make fun of you for your music taste😭

“Sleeping with sirens fucking sucks dude listen to some black sabbath🤓”

(seeing sws live in September don’t kill me😻)

God forbid you’re a Midwest emo (/j) he will not even be in the same room if you’re playing that music

You will definitely have to explain emo to him and give him a good lecture on why emo isn’t “being sad, mcr, and self delete”

He does always love when people can be themselves, so obviously loves you

Ready to defend you at any moment. Someone says or calls you something mean? He will not tolerate nunna that

Watches you sit and take forever to do your hair😭 just like the other one he’ll complain about how long you take

HOT TOPIC IS SO EXPENSIVE but fear not, he will use his dads card to buy you whatever you want from there

thrifting!!! Just like the goth one, he’ll say it’s stupid and talk about how weird wearing other people’s clothes are, but he’ll pay for whatever you buy

If you’re going through t shirts and find a band tee, EVEN IF ITS NOT METAL he’ll still be like “what the hell dude how”

If you beg him enough he might learn some of your fav songs on guitar and play them for you <3

Tell him ur fav energy drink and he’ll buy a weeks worth for you

Maybe he’ll let you wear some of his clothes / accessories 🤷‍♀️

He loves seeing you wearing his stuff

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Short because tired hope u enjoy😻

[suffarustuffaru]

Scrolling through your blog is such a fun experience, you bring an absolutely great vibe to this fandom and I love it SO MUCH. Could even say you restored my hope in it, since there has been some aspects that made me force myself to leave it, and I hope me bringing one of them up here won't upset anyone.

Now I completely understand if you wish to not answer my ask, but I figured it's worth a shot. So, one of said aspects was a controversy regarding one of the rezero characters that made me feel like you can't mention them without being called names (mostly on tiktok, but other social media also, tho not as much).

Yeah I'm talking about Felix. I'm not transphobic by any means, and I'm fine with people headcannoning whatever they want, but seeing thousands of people calling others transphobic for calling Felix a 'he' made me so unsafe I forced myself to look for other interest. Which is funny since most of the people saying this weren't even part of the fandom. I was wondering if anyone else here had similar situations and just.. how do you deal with it? It seems silly, I know, but feeling like I can't speak about a rather important character from a media I love made me so upset.

No matter how much I tried explaining it, they either dismiss it or say Tappei made him a trans girl without knowing.

Now, if you do decide to answer this and say that Felix indeed may have been 'trans coded' a little bit (Did I used that term correcly? Idk) I'll understand (hell, I would probably agree, you character analysis are great), I'm just upset at the absolute lack of respect for any other way of referring to Felix other then she/her.

(Also in case people don't know, their proof of Felix being a trans girl is the scene from EX1, with the whole calling himself a girl in front of a mirror thing)

Sorry for this is being long and probably messy I just had to get this off my chest.. also I hope I didn't came of as offensive in any way, if I did I'm really sorry.

hi there anon! first of all - aw thank you for your compliments about me and my blog. im super passionate about rezero (though thats probably super clear to anyone whos seen any content i make for a while aljsdlkf) and well. ive been lurking about in this fandom since summer 2020 so i definitely understand having to leave/distance yourself from this fandom because outside of tumblr, the rezero fandom is kind of . well. to put it simply, theres a lot of metaphorical landmines unfortunately!! T^T and admittedly i wouldve left this fandom a lot sooner if i didnt stick to my own corner and curate spaces with other people who were super chill (like lots of people lurking about here on tumblr + rz tumblr in general!!). so i totally understand how you feel anon (and youre not silly for being upset, i promise!), though admittedly im not super super familiar with some rezero spaces (such as rz twitter) bc i 1. dont speak japanese and 2. i try very hard to avoid the negativity whenever possible!! T^T

and also i apologize for taking a while to answer your ask!! you're one of my older asks that kinda got lost in my drafts hah but i also just wanted to like. take extra care with your ask bc its a super important topic. like not just to me (though its definitely important to me) but its important in general. and i really like felix so. <3

a quick disclaimer is that i myself am not transfem. i am however afab and most likely genderqueer!! (im winging it as i go hah.) felix is also not a character id say im as well-versed in yet, but i do like felix a lot and ex1 changed my entire brain chemistry. and ill also be defaulting to he/him pronouns in this post because thats what he uses in canon.

felix is - at the end of the day - a fictional character, and tappei is a cis man who doesnt Entirely write characters like felix through a queer lens. arguably tappei is Self-Aware when he writes characters who are into other characters of the same sex (though the Representation is arguably a little bit questionable at times depending on how you look at it), but when it comes to characters like felix or subaru who have some Gender Stuff going on, it's more nebulous there. i dont know if tappei 100% realizes he's made characters that could be read as Trans/Genderqueer (emphasis on "read as", because i support different interpretations of these characters), but tappei Definitely Is Very Aware that gender and gender presentation and gender roles are super important when it comes to characters like felix, subaru, and crusch.

i think tappeis own perceptions of gender and gender roles do bleed a bit into the text as much as tappei is pretty purposeful with themes surrounding gender in rezero, but rezero itself still has all sorts of identity issues to explore with a lot of its characters and gender is a big part of that!!

so first and foremost im gonna be examining felix the best i can Purely Off Of The Canon Text, though i do like viewing rezero from a queer lens myself (and it is arguably very queer). im gonna talk first about felix and then ill move onto talking about my personal feelings on rezero fandom stuff :o !!

so felix's relationship with his gender is complicated and he Absolutely does not fit into traditional gender roles or gender presentation right now. these are undeniable. and if people headcanon felix as transfem thats totally understandable and valid!! but to say a headcanon is 100% canon and that other interpretations of a character as complex as felix are invalid isnt exactly it. for sure. i mean i myself interpret him as nonbinary haah. but felix's relationship with gender is so so so So complicated that i dont think you could just say hes transfem and then Not Elaborate More.

but regardless of how Exactly you label felix, i think you could possibly say that hes trans coded. tappei, even if he probably doesnt entirely know hes made pretty genderqueer characters, is Aware and Purposeful of how gender affects felix and his perception of himself and his identity and other peoples perception of him and this is brought up Over and Over Again in canon—felix’s gender identity, at the moment, aligns more with femininity in his presentation in every way, though he still perceives himself as masculine. felix’s case is complicated, and while im not entirely sure on this i think you could argue that hes trans coded—“coding” suggests a level of intent when making these characters, and i think that intent is present in some way with tappei. because tappei Knows just how important gender is with felix’s character and you can tell with how often and how Integral it is to felix’s entire character.

(more under the cut) (i do have a habit of being rambley/wordy sometimes if. if you couldnt tell already. but i hope this response is up to your standards!!)

these three analysis posts on felix's relationship with gender have all discussed this topic in-depth before i have, and i 1. really like the rezero content i see from all three of these people and 2. they All have slightly different takes based on the canon we have but also some similar points. because felix is complicated!! of course our takes are probably gonna be a bit different - he's a multifaceted character with such a complex relationship with his gender that it's hard to tell what every single one of his personal feelings on it is (especially when at the moment he hasnt appeared in the main story since arc 5 and he still has a Lot of character development to do). and of course fiction is fiction, we can all take away any sort of meaning from a story like this.

but you know. this is my post so im gonna try to analyze felix right now and say my two cents on what i think of his relationship with gender.

so im gonna try not to retread too much on what liquidstar, sufferu, and gourmet of gluttony have already said about felix (and i think theyre all very smart people with interesting analysis posts and theyve all explained their thoughts pretty well) and instead add on with my own thoughts - theres this felix excerpt from arc 4 wn that i think about sometimes. im gonna put it down here!!

and also important to note—like other people have mentioned, crusch and felix made a “deal” of sorts in the past where crusch takes on felix’s masculinity and felix takes on crusch’s femininity. and also like other people have said—and i myself have said in the past—i do have some mixed feelings on this wkdndn and as i said before also i do wish tappeis feelings on gender bled a little less when theyre Not Integral To The Story. bc i dont think tappei 100% knows hes made trans coded characters, but. anyway yeah so thats the whole deal with crusch felix. and in its own right i think it has So Many Interesting Implications!!

i think when it comes down to it, gender presentation IS a bit of a performance, isn't it? like i love to wear dressses and skirts and i love to keep my hair short and wear suits, but you know - these sorts of things tend to be gendered. our gender is often perceived through how we present ourselves, but in recent years gender roles being attached to clothing has gotten a bit less Rigid. but these rigid roles associated with presentation are even more dialed up to Eleven in a medieval world like the rezero fantasy world. and i dont use the word "performance" in a negative way -

what i mean is that when it comes to felix's character, does felix think he's a boy because that's what he's been told? does he think he's a boy because he TRULY sees himself that way, or does he THINK he has to see himself as one? does felix try to present and perform femininity, ie as or like a traditionally feminine girl, purely ONLY for crusch's sake, or is it because felix ALSO WANTS to? what does felix think of gender outside of crusch? who is felix outside of crusch? who is felix outside of tying his entire personality to other people? does felix’s femininity show the “radiance of ferris’ soul” bc of the deal he made with crusch or bc this truly is felix’s soul? these are like the big questions behind his entire character and character arc that would determine in the end how felix identifies in both his gender and In General.

so what is felix's identity at the moment? bc right now, felix is stuck between his feminine self, tied to crusch, a symbol of crusch, tied to his own reliance on crusch and worship of her—and his masculine self, someone broken off from crusch. felix is tied to crusch right now to worrying extents with his obsessive devotion to the point of changing himself to mold into her image, and beyond that, hes still tied to guilt surrounding fourier’s death. gourmet of gluttony puts all of this way way more intelligently than i ever could, but at the end of the day, i think the best narrative decision here would be for felix to accept himself in ALL of his entirety.

healing in rezero is noted to be a kind power, specifically by fourier and fourier saying this right to felix when hes the most talented healer in lugunica, and healing itself is often stereotypically feminine activity. knighthood is stereotypically masculine, and on top of all this, we see in ex1 that biehn argyle twists the power of healing into something grotesque—trying to bring back the dead and revive what cant be revived, which is once again another reoccurring theme in rezero.

how far can “from zero” go? what HAS to stay dead and what can be revived? who is allowed to live? HOW do you live freely? felix is someone born from a horribly abusive and neglectful family who twisted healing magic’s kindness into cruelty, felix is someone who was taken into a family that showed him kindness and now hes desperate to pay them back with everything he has and everything he is, felix is a healer who lashes out when hes cornered and a healer who treasures life and a knight who cant physically fight like the others, felix is someone stuck with the horrible knowledge that he cant save everyone—that some things just Couldnt end better no matter how much he wished for it to.

felix is stuck between all kinds of worlds, and in terms of gender, hes quite literally still stuck between boyhood and manhood in the biological sense—hes purposefully made it so that he hasnt hit puberty yet so he can better pass as feminine. he hasnt Physically Grown past puberty—which is the mark of becoming an adult. and he hates himself in a number of ways, but he also hates himself for failing to be traditionally masculine. his abusive family stole ten years of his life and the torture left him physically weaker, so he cant be strong physically, which is something associated with traditional masculinity. felix is the best healer, a traditionally feminine job and skill, but he cant save everyone. felix becomes more feminine as part of his deal with crusch, but while crusch accepts her femininity and masculinity readily, and while crusch’s memory is erased by gluttony—felix is left behind, alone, still holding onto femininity while not entirely being able to hold onto it while he also cant entirely hold onto the traditional masculinity he expects out of himself. and with arc 3 on, felix feels hes failed both fourier and crusch. the two most important male and female figures in his life.

felix is basically stuck in this liminal space where hes not Enough for himself in literally every direction, and the only way out is to accept every part of himself and move forward by trying to define who he is without other people—his birth family and his found family dont define him. they can shape him, sure, but he has to stop shaping himself to meet them and figure out how to let himself just. Be. and take up a space thats firmly his. from a queer lens, this kind of thing is pretty queer—because to stop being in between worlds, you have to accept everything instead of splitting yourself into halves over and over again. killing or maiming yourself or parts of yourself is no way to live, and felix is Life itself.

and i think regardless of the Exact Labels you could give felix, i think his arc—which is perfectly in line with all of rezeros themes—is inherently about self acceptance and the bridging of the gap and combination of femininity and masculinity. felix is both and identifies, in one way or another, with both, similar to how he loves someone who identifies with both (crusch) and just as hes loved her and fourier. imo it wouldnt be right for felix to choose one or the other in terms of feminine vs masculine—he needs to be the one learning and navigating his honest feelings on both sides bc i think he Yearns to be both. hes a boy who dresses like a girl and its up to him to know if he wants to be a man and/or a woman due to his own internal desire or if parts of that is Only due to external pressures.

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and alright now that ive said all my thoughts on felix atm im gonna address the other questions you had in your ask!! note that this is just my opinions and thoughts regarding my own experience in the english fandom, you dont have to agree or anything 👍

but i AM very sorry about your negative experiences in this fandom. T^T people calling other transphobic for using he/him for felix (and also people being transphobic about characters like felix or subaru/natsumi in general) is something ive seen as well. the rezero fandom is sadly very often toxic and Bigoted in a lot of ways (with the exception of rezero tumblr and certain segments of rezero ao3, from what ive seen), which is Ironic for a story thats so clearly about love and self-acceptance, which is also ironic because arguably tappei and otsuka and the rezero marketing team (i Love the female characters in rezero but theres just so much sexualized or vaguely sexist merch/moments that dont add to the story, you know? kind of just. misses the point of their characters sometimes.) sort of contribute to it a little bit as much as tappei does do some really great things with his writing.

rezero is the first fandom ive been active in but its definitely not the first ive ever been in, and ive been in some insane fandoms before. like i said earlier though, i think i just cope by curating my experience to what i like, yknow? liking posts i enjoy, looking at stuff i enjoy, etc :O !! fandom is a hobby so i try not to look at negative stuff when i can help it wkdnd. which im sure youre aware about already but i always have to keep reminding myself of this bc places like rezero reddit or twitter get pretty rough!! but its really helped me just following artists and creators i like, enjoying their content, chatting with cool people i vibe with, rezero tumblr being the chillest rezero space in the whole fandom, and its also helped me a lot making rezero content of my own—like this whole blog!! its really shocked me how much people seem to value my thoughts enough to ask me things frequently but i appreciate it pfft. and i hope you guys like reading my posts!!

but yeah like. curate, curate, curate. it helps a LOT and it gets me excited to experience rezero not only by myself you know? not that i didnt have fun by myself but its its own level of fun finally finding spaces to have fun with others!! and i LOVE finding beautiful fanart!! chef’s kiss. and trying to be the change i want to see is satisfying on its own :,) i want to post random shit about rezero, so i post it. i want to make fanart for fun and share it. i want to brute force people into loving otto more so i ottopost (dont worry, i still hate him bc true otto fans also hate him at the same time <3 /lh). i want more queer rezero content so i try to make some more!! brings more personal power i think and its very fun!! and it helps with lessening the quiet despair of fandom toxicity ;-;; (which is something ive done many times and will continue to do sometimes so i feel your pain 🫂) and i promise theres cool people in the fandom 👍 i may reply late to asks or dms but im ALWAYS down to talk about rezero things its so fun 👍👍

and its really really hard sometimes to deal with fandom toxicity especially if its forcefully knocking at your door—definitely dont force yourself to stay or look at things if you cant, bc thats totally understandable!! and i myself have been harassed a little in the past. but definitely having some sort of coping—the block button, backing out of things you dont agree with or like, lots and lots of curating, etc—helps me a lot. and i think mental health wise i feel much better trying to look on the bright side of things!! its MY hobby goddammit!! ill fight people subaru-style if they try to poison it!! and however long anyone reading this decides to spend with rezero and rezero tumblr—you are welcome here 👍

but yes my very Long rambling aside - i hope this post somewhat helped you!! felix is a very important character that i like very much and need to learn more about and i have Many Feelings on the english side of this fandom, but im very grateful to all the cool people ive met over the years here for sure!! :o

also ill probably post the finished version soon but if youve read this far here is a sneak peak of felix art i did recently (just as a reward for once again reading all of my Endless Yapping)👍👍

[defrosted69]

My Hype Boy (Part 2)

***YOHOHOHOHO I'm Back with Kim Minji part 2 since you guys wanted a part 2. I hope I gave you guys justice about this one so here yah go***

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The winds was howling loudly as the autumn breeze blew the leaves of the trees around the campus. Your eyes widen as you gasped for air catching your breath. Your heart was beating so fast as you touch your face realizing that all that sweet scenes that happened was nothing more than a dream. A mixture of dissapointment and happiness filled your thoughts and this only confuses you.

"Woah, You're finally awake mate"

The voice of Bangchan said as you looked around your sorroundings and you notice that you were sitting on a wooden bench along the campus park. Felix looked up to after playing with his phone and spoke.

"You look like you had a rough nightmare. Did you fuck someone?"

"Oh fuck off Felix. Wait, are you dating Chaewon?"

You asked making the man laugh and shook his head in amusement.

"That dream must have been good huh? You really think I have a chance with Lesserafim Chaewon? An Idol. Me? A student? Hmm?"

You sighed in relief knowing that you weren't still out touch from reality. Even though your heart was still beating fast, your mind was occupied on the thoughts of Kim Minji.

This was your first time dreaming about Minji and it felt really weird considering the words that she said in your dreams. But you also want to believe that your dream was the reality because the way she showed her loved towards you felt so real. Some might say that being to tired out explains why some of our dreams become a reality. You could only sigh as you pick up your sling bag and stand up from the bench.

"I must have slept like a log, anyway, what's your plan boys?"

"Mate, we going to the concert remember? Felix planned this day for months. Don't tell me ya forgot already?"

Chan said making you sigh and shake your head. Your dream really messed up your thoughts of process so much. This slowly began to worry as you as you were afraid that this dream could eat up all your thoughts and emotions making you drained and tired.

"No of course not. I still have my ticket here."

You patted your jean pocket with you as the two nodded their heads. The two were big fans of IZONE especially Felix as he was there for them when they were still in a survival show, now with their new contract and Sub-group named Lesserafim and IVE. This didn't stop Felix though as he still continued to support them even with the new additions.

"Shit, I can finally die in piece if Chaewon waves at me"

Felix looked up day dreaming as usual as there was no point of you talking to him once he entered that state. Meeting Felix and Chan was one hell of a experience but it also brought upon smiles on your day especially when the three of you do some stupid shit together. The three of you left the university and headed to the concert hall immediately. The line was to be expected to be long considering this will be one of the groups biggest concert ever.

But by some luck from Chan, you three were able to buy VIP tickets but of course this made you and Felix raise an eyebrow at him. The VIP tickets cost a lot and it's supposed to be sold out immediately Considering the group is hot right now and Chan, with no disrespect to him, isn't the guy with a lot of money. Of course you could just add in that he may have earned this for a long time and he was just sharing his blessing to you two. But whatever the reason was, you were thankful to him because in reality, you were also struggling financially.

The sun was ready to close out the day and the line that almost looked like half of Han river was slowly moving as they were finally letting the people inside. VIP Tickets were the first one to enter because they were given the chance to be close to the idols. The three of you moved along the VIP lane and showed your ticket to the guard. He let you three enter the big dome and as the dark hallways engulf you, your mind suddenly shifted to Minji. A short memory that flashed into your mind.

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FLASHBACK

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The harsh howling of the winds and rain splashing to the windows of the house showed how powerful the storm was. The weather reports have already warned the citizens of the incoming storm as everyone has prepared themselves to the incoming natural disaster including yourself. And by that, I mean you barely didn't anything but charge your flashlight and phone. Your parents are both attending a business meeting for a week and it will be just you and Minji at the house hold. Considering the current weather, there was no point of attending school.

"Now what should I do-"

"Oppa!! Where's the flashlight? Minji's asking by the way."

You sighed after hearing her loud voice. Pham Hanni was apprently stuck in your household until the storm passes because of their sleepover. Of course you don't mind Hanni at your home because seeing Minji smile and all happy being with her friend satisfies you. But the thing that didn't sit well with you is that, Hanni has been lately getting clingy towards you too. Of course you found it weird at first because there was no absolute way you made her this clingy towards you. But thinking back, there is that one incident where you did help Hanni out.

Although you weren't sure this was the incident that set her off to be this clingy towards you, it was the best moment that could trigger this phenomenon.

It all started back then when you were fetching Minji up from her school. Ever since that bullying incident, you promised yourself that you would pick her up from her school and Minji couldn't be more ecstatic to hear those words by you. Even though you have been through her school before, you still felt nervous as you were sweating a little bit. But that nervousness and worry immediately disappeared once you saw Minji smiling happily and dashing towards you. She immediately hugged you tightly as you felt a warm presence around her.

"Hey Minji, how's schoo-"

"Yah, Minji. You said this is your brother, how come you look like you have a brother complex?."

An unfamiliar voice was behind Minji and there you saw a smaller girl who was eyeing you in confusion. But her stares immediately tell you that she was either worried for Minji or, she finds you a creep. Minji immediately looked at her and gave her one stern look. The girl shrugged her shoulder and said

"What? I'm saying the truth here. You said you loved your brother but I didn't expect it to be this."

You widen your eyes as Minji and Hanni was staring at each other as if the two were communicating telepathically. Of course it wasn't possible but seeing her understanding Minji who couldn't speak, speaks volume of how much the girl understand and know Minji.

"H-how come you understand her… Errr, what's your name again?"

Hanni scoffed and shook her head showing her dissapointment. It was then you realized that the girl infront of you was the girl you talked to when you first arrive at Minji's school. You mentally slapped yourself for your mistake as you immediately apologize to her.

"Ah, I'm sorry Hanni. I.. I didn't recognize you at first."

"Why?"

"Well I didn't expect you to be this cute. Not that I meant that you weren't cute before but it's just that you're cuter now. Fuck what am I even saying? I'm sorry…"

You bowed your head apologizing towards the said girl but this in turn did a different effect on her. Hanni was too stunned to speak as a pink color was slowly appearing on her cheeks. Her heart was slowly beating faster and her gaze was suddenly stucked with you. Minji didn't like how her friend was suddenly blushing as she held you tighter and stared at Hanni with a annoyed yet adorable glare.

"So, shall we go?"

You snapped the two girls off their own thoughts as Minji smiled at you and nodded her head. Hanni managed to brush off her weird thoughts and crossed her arms near her chest.

"I'm only joining you guys because I don't want my best friend getting bewitched by you."

You could only chuckle at her silly assumption and just let her be. You have thought that the girls are just entering their puberty stage and their emotions are in shambles. Nonetheless, the three of you left school with Minji clinging to your arm and Hanni pulling her away from you whenever she has the chance too. You were lowkey thankful for Hanni's effort of pulling Minji away from you because you were getting uncomfortable with it.

Time pass by and the three of you managed to get closer, even though Hanni was still suspicious of you. You managed to let her be comfortable with you. Now this is where you probably assume where Hanni began to change her attitude towards you.

It was a beautiful autumn afternoon and you were on your way home. Minji texted you that your mother picked her up allowing you to have more time for yourself. The soft breeze passing by and the brownish dried leaves on the floor gave you an idea of what you were gonna do in the afternoon. Your legs began moving to wherever your feet takes you as you unwind your mind along with nature. The trees that looked shaved due to the weather made you smile as you admired it's aesthetics. Your walk abruptly came to a halt when you saw a familiar girl clutching to her right ankle and closing her eyes. You saw how she bit her lips stopping herself from making any noise.

"Stupid banama peeling. Who even throws their food on the floor! Damn it…"

Hanni was in deep pain as her ankle had turned in a way she didn't expect it. She slowly noticed how her ankle began to create a swell and the pain only doubled on it. She bit her lips not wanting anyone to hear her pathethic call for help as tears began to flow down on her eyes. This day was surely terrible for her somehow as all bad luck just happened to happen to her.

In the morning, Hanni and Minji were together walking the hallways when Hanni accidentally bumped into someone holding a box of water paint. The paint flew to her uniform and mind you, the uniform she was wearing was her favorite because it held a sentimental value but it was now ruined because of someone's clumsiness. The other student apologized but hurriedly ran away with all the paint as if the student was chasing time. Minji helped Hanni cleaned her uniform as the girl could only sigh.

During lunch time, Minji and Hanni were at their usual seat in the cafeteria when the two spotted the guy that Hanni likes. Of course this made her heart beat like crazy as Minji just gave her best friend a smile of encouragement. Hanni pulled out her mirror and checked herself before putting in some lip tint to show the redness of her lips. But all that preparation went all down the drain when she saw a sight that broke her heart into thousand pieces. The guy she liked smiled towards the popular girl in the school and even held hands and embrace each other as if they missed each other a lot. This scene was probably gonna be a traumatic experience for her as Minji felt bad for Hanni. She gave Hanni a pat to the back and a warm comforting embrace.

And lastly, this afternoon, she had to go home alone because Minji was gonna get picked up by her mother for their appointment to the doctor. Hanni didn't mind going home alone but after everything that has happened to her so far, she perhaps needed someone to hear her day or just someone who would stay by her side. She thought that maybe walking home would relax her but that ended in her spraining her ankle as she stepped on a banna peel.

"This day sucks ass-"

"Hanni? Are you okay?"

Hanni immediately recognized that voice as she could feel her cheeks turning red due to embarrassment. From all the people she just have to meet. It has to be with you.

"I'm fine… Just, j-just relaxing that's all."

She was clearly lying as you can see her hiding the sprain on her ankle. You pulled out your handkerchief from your pocket and opened your bag taking out an emergency instant ice pack. Hanni widen her eyes when you suddenly kneeled down to her level and grabbed her hand slowly removing it from the injured ankle.

"W-What are you doing?"

"You obviously sprained your ankle. Walking it out would only make it worse as the swell is already starting to show. Now hold on and let me cook."

"What? No, I'm fine Y/n-ouch! Yah!"

You gently poked her swollen ankle and she winced in pain and glared at you. You gave her a warm smile as you placed the ice pack on her injury and wrapped it with your handkerchief ensuring it tightly.

"It's not to tight right? Or do you want me to loosen it?"

"It's alright…"

You stood up and sat next to her as the two of you didn't spoke a single word. You just let the howling winds make the sound and people walking by as you waited for Hanni to speak. It didn't take that long as Hanni grew tired of the silence.

"How did you know I was here?"

"I was just walking by. This was my usual route when going home. What about you?"

"Well, my house is just a few minute walk here so…yeah..Anyway thank you for helping me. I need to go now."

"What? No you should-"

"Ouch!"

Upon applying pressure on her injured ankle, she lost balance as the mobility of her right ankle is altered. She began to slowly descend down with her back falling into a soft pair of arms. Hanni was now locked eyes with you as she was in your arms with her heart beating faster again and pink color tint was forming on her cheeks.

"You shouldn't move with that kind of injury Hanni. Alright, sit down first."

"B-But why?"

"Just sit."

This was her first time seeing you look so serious and concern for her. It was a sight to behold because she usually sees you in a more loser like state but seeing this side of you made her remove those thoughts away. She listened to your instructions as she sat back down on the wooden bench. You moved your back to your front side and turned your back towards her, kneeling down. Hanni widen her eyes as she even felt more embarrassed.

"Wha-What are you doing?"

"Well since you can't move. I'll be the one moving for you."

"N-No that's embarrassing. I'm no longer a kid."

You chuckled at her remark and said

"With an injury like that, this is the only way for you to move anywhere from your spot. Unless you want to be carried bridal style instead?"

It was your turn to tease her making Hanni fuming red. She has no choice, even though it was eng for her, she has to accept your offer because she clearly can't walk with her injury. In the end, she hopped on your back and you two began walking away. It was very quiet between the two of you as Hanni was in deep thoughts thinking of you.

"Are you always this nice to everyone?"

"Hmm? What do you mean?"

"What I mean is what I said. You seem to care for Minji a lot. Is this how you bewitched her that she's so clingy to her brother?"

Hearing her words made you laugh a little as this made Hanni a little furious.

"Yah, I'm being serious here."

"Okay, Okay calm down. I don't know if bewitched is the right term for it. I'm just really looking out for Minji because she deserve nothing but the best for her. She went through a lot in the past so I make sure that her present is far more better."

Hanni had to acknowledge your statement because it was true. Being friends with Minji made her learn a few things from her. She was a very good listener dispite the fact that she can't talk. She's a very soft hearted person and cares about the people around her. Her soft smile and warm aura just captives anyone and would melt with her behavior towards everyone. Of course sometimes, this would make Hanni feel self conscious of herself.

"What about you?"

"Huh? Me?"

"Yeah. Why did you become friends with Minji?"

She never really thought about that question before. Initially, she thought that it would be nice to be friends with someone preety and cute and as time goes on, she realized how much Minji was crafted to be perfect in everything. She would be lying if she said she felt jealous of her.

"I wanted to be friends with her because she felt lonely before. Honestly speaking, being friends with her is a blessing and a curse…"

You notice how her voice trailed off as you just walked slowly letting her speak.

"Being with Minji, I had a wonderful time being with her and somehow we just click. But there are times we're I…. Well, honestly speaking, I feel jealous of her sometimes."

"Oh?"

"I know your her step-brother and all and I shouldn't be speaking like this to her but sometimes, I really feel like that. She got it all. She got the looks, she's smart and she's so kind and yet I don't even have one of those…"

You can feel the pain in her voice when she said those words. You actually felt a little bad for Hanni because what she's feeling is what you're feeling whenever you see the famous students in your school. They have the looks and charisma, if not those, they have the brains and charisma that makes anyone believe under their palm. It was quite exhausting seeing those things but as time goes by, you began to appriciate what you are and what you have.

"That's not true Hanni. Who said you don't have the looks? You're preety cute actually."

Hanni widen her eyes as her cheeks began to turn red. But what's she's afraid of was the sound of her heart beat going faster and faster. A sudden came to her mind and all memories of her being with you flashed in her mind.

It felt like she was going through time seeing the moments that the two of you shared. All though it wasn't obviously a lot, there was a lot of times you actually looked out for her and for Minji. The way you made sure Hanni was eating well, was studying well, heck, even the time when you scolded her and Minji for staying up late instead of sleeping flashed on her mind. She already knows the feeling that was lingering on her.

It was the feeling of admiration.

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Perhaps maybe even bigger than admiration.

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Perhaps it was love.

"Y-You're just saying that…"

"but it's true Hanni. You're very pretty yourself. So don't look down upon yourself and say you're not."

Her heart was not gonna take it anymore if you spoke more about her. Her heart was about to burst from her chest and her cheeks was already red as it. In the end, she just stayed quiet while you carefully carried her in your back. The walk was rather longer than expected. Perhaps it was because of how the two of you converse more than usual that it felt like the walk was longer but enjoyable.

You finally stoped at her house as you gently lowered yourself allowing Hanni to stand up properly. The icepack worked like magic as the swelling somehow got small and her ankle was almost back to its original size.

"Can you walk?"

Hanni nodded her head as you smiled a little and grabbed her bag that was on your shoulder and gave it to her.

"Well I hope you get your ankle treated well Hanni."

"Ah, Y-Yeah…"

Hanni locked her gaze upon you as you stared back at her.

"Is there something you forgot?"

Hanni gulped. This was her first time seeing you in a different light and right now, her heart was beating so fast. She wanted to say the words thank you but her mouth was visibly shut down. Instead, she instinctively took one step but her ankle wasn't really there yet making her lose her balance and landing into your chest.

"Woah, Are you okay Hanni."

Instead of responding, Hanni hugged you tightly as you blinked a several times. Pham Hanni, your sister's friend who was always suspicious of you was now hugging you tightly as if there was no tomorrow.

"Thank you, Oppa…."

Hearing the word Oppa made you smile as Hanni was now finally, Finally comfortable with you. She was now finally okay with you. And that was a very rewarding feeling. But unknown to the two of you, Minji who wanted to visit Hanni in her house saw the scene unfolding on her very eyes. Let's just say she was left speechless after seeing that and her heart broke into thousand pieces.

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FLASHBACK END

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You were now at the end of the dark hallway and what greeted you was the giant arena filled with fans showing off their lightstick and a like. Felix and Chan were immediately on their fan boy mode on as you just smiled and watch the 16 idols appear on stage. As they appear, the loud cheers and chants can be heard all around the arena as Felix and Chan was shouting at the top of their lungs.

"Chaewon!! I love you!!"

Felix shouted as he made a heart shape out of his arms. Maybe they were at the VIP seats that Felix's effort was seen by his bias and smiled sweetly at him and showed a finger at him as well. Felix was losing his mind when Chaewon did that as he shouted and shook Chan like a mad man. Seeing your two friends going berserk is entertaining.

"Oppa?"

Your sorrounding held to a halt as the noise was muffled down. A voice that you haven't heard in a while made you turn around and as if everyone surrounding her was gone, she stood there standing so pretty.

"H-Hanni?"

Hearing her name made her smile and waved her hand at you. It's been so long that you couldn't even recognize her anymore but it's a good thing because Hanni was now a beautiful woman than she used too. But as much as Hanni is treated by the universe as the main character, a familiar female entered the frame that Hanni couldn't help but look to her side as both girls widen their eyes.

"M-Minji?"

Hanni said making you widen your eyes in surprise. Kim Minji, your step sister was infront of you and this time, you weren't dreaming anymore. There she stood and looked at you with her iconic soft smile.

"M-Minji is that you-"

She didn't let you finish your sentence as she dashed towards you hugging you tightly making you unable to do anything.

"C-Can you talk now?"

You asked her but she just smiled at you and softly shook her head. But then she suddenly changed her attention to Hanni who was in disbelief seeing Minji again.

The two stared at each other not saying anything as the thickness and atmosphere between the two girls were sharp that anyone that cut in between them would feel frighten by their stares. even though the two of them share a past together, they were both competitive with the person they love.

Pham Hanni, the girl who was annoyed at you at first change her perspective of you when she saw your kindness. she has never searched for anyone else except you because her heart was already sealed with yours. she changed for the better and the universe granted her wish to see the person that melted and conquered her heart.

Kim Minji, the girl carved the goddess. Nothing will ever change the fact that she continued to be a big part of your life and now, she's seekinng more than just seeing you. she wants to be with you along the journey called life and show you the love she kept for so long just for you.

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Chan was trying his best controlling his wild Friend Felix as he was about ecstatic seeing his bias notice him.

"Yah mate. Calm down, you might broke a bone or too with your excitement."

"What can i say?! Chaewon has been staring at me all the time and she's giving me smiles everytime I look at her. I just wanna die man."

"Calm your dick down. You still don't want to die just yet-hey look."

"What?"

Chan changed his attention to you and Felix saw the problem you have at hand as he himself couldn't believe it.

"No way, Y/N has two princess on his palm."

"It's not just any princess, It's that Freshman beauty Pham Hanni. Blud is so lucky-"

A person in black shirt who towered between them gave the two a hear attack. Felix was just joking earlier about dying because he wasn't ready yet to die.

"You two are asked to be at the backstage."

The man simply said making Chan and Felix look at each other in disbelief.

"Huh?"

Felix asked as the man sternly looked at them making them sweat bullets. Chan was calling out all the angels and saints for him to be saved from this while Felix was asking for forgiveness for all the wrong doings he had done.

"Izone wanted to see the two of you."

"What?"

The two boys said.

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[takeurexam]

dynasty || IV

genre:

non idol au, time travel, romance, rivals to allies to friends to lovers, crown prince to emperor taehyun, reader gets appointed as an concubine

pairing(s):

kang taehyun x reader and this random couple on this chapter that gets divorced

(warning, this does not reflect the REAL idols personality, and no smut will be written to respect the idol, and i am not comfortable as well, and the taehyun in this ff is not the actual taehyun)

story:

in which you, an excellent law student about to graduate collage suddenly gets dragged into the past, meeting the famous-fawned over emperor of the kang's dynansty. but you getting dragged into this mess was beyond a mystery, and it seems like you have something deep to discover. meddling with the past is a risky decision after all.

dynasty masterlist

4. Bother

(tw: mention of abuse, cheating and scars)

Awkward, was one thing you could say in your current situation. You were at the royal camp where the people in the palace stay over as the prince does his business in Daedo.

You, General Beomgyu, and the prince himself, Taehyun all sat down by three tables which had the whole view of the forest.

"So, care to explain?" General Beomgyu sips his tea as he looks at you both with a both terrifying yet confusing look. Taehyun speaks up but gets cut off by you, "So basically-"

You could feel Taehyun's glare yet continue, "I was doing some tasks for Soobin as usual, you know that General. And somehow I fell asleep in the mountain top and it actually collapsed? And the Crown Prince found me and we just you know, talked. And then we heard an assassin! He was really quiet with his movements, and I suspected he wasnt from the palace! Way to go, me! And me and him ran and we bumped into you." You ramble on as the General listens to you carefully with Taehyun sighing.

"I understand." Beomgyu finishes his cup of tea whilist yours remained half, and Taehyun almost finished. You and Taehyun look at Beomgyu with eager looks to know his next words, "But dont think im letting you go this easily, you put the Crown Prince's life in danger, and you must do something to pay back." Taehyun sighs at Beomgyu's words as the General nodded with a satisfied look.

"Im in, but on one condition." You wink as you snap your fingers, "Send a message to Soobin that im here. I dont want him and Hobak worried."

Beomgyu nods and stands up from his seat, "The Head Eunuch will guide you, I have places where I have to be." He leaves you two as Taehyun just looks at you.

"I apologize. Sincerely. But you dont have a choice, either be beheaded or do whatever they need you to do." He crosses his arms as he sips the last portion of his tea, "Head Eunuch, please assist them." The Head Eunuch walks over and gives you a list of things to do.

"Well, you can just choose one from General Beomgyu's current list." The Eunuch rolls the paper down which reveals a long list of chores that reached up until the ground.

"Hey! What the hell!" Your eyes widen along with your jaw, as Taehyun looks at the list with a smirk before leaving you and the Eunuch. "Hey! Taehyun! Do not leave me here!" The Head Eunuch widens his eyes at you calling the prince by name, "That is forbidden! Please refer to him as-"

You pause and look at the Eunuch, "Hey, I dont care. That bitch is leaving me to do this stuff when it was his fault! Asshole!" You shout to Taehyun as he walks away unbothered, with a smirk wiped all over his face.

"Fuck this." You slam your head on the table.

"Okay. It seems that I need one, and I already have the perfect thing to do from this list." You pull out the marker that you bit in your mouth, before circling the words, "Divorce! Wooho!" You shout with your fists punching the air.

"Wait, im two hundred years from my time, so divorces are barely granted here. The royal court dosent allow it so women just stay married or not allowed to remarry even if the husband is dead or abusing her or something." You share your thoughts out loud, as you read the papers, you look up to see some eunuchs, court ladies and guards listening to your rambling.

You scan the papers to read the woman's filing for a divorce. "Dang, the man got a side chick and abusive? What an ass. But in this case, its pretty hard to do this because this dynasty rarely grants divorces." You think out loud as you note down some stuff on paper.

"Head Eunuch!" You shout as the Head Eunuch runs to you, "Yes, royal guest?" He raises his brow.

"Ew, dont call me that. Anyways, can I meet the lady over here? I want to do this and I want her to get the divorce." You grin as the Head Eunuch had a face of suprise, "This is a challenging case, are you sure?" He furrows his brows as he looks at you two times to make sure you were serious. You were.

"Im sure."

You knock on the woman's door that leads to her room as the Head Eunuch stood behind you, "Miss- I mean, lady!" The door opens which reveals a woman with tears falling down her eyes with several tissues beside her and a very messy room.

"Can we talk?"

You three sat down the dinner table of the family, "So miss, I cant guarantee you sucess on this one. It is a struggle to get divorces in this dynasty, so we must go through this very carefully. I need evidence of the man hurting you."

"For example, the items he used, your scars or bruises." She rolls up her long sleeve which reveals a ton of burn marks, bruises and slices.

"Okay, I see. Now, I want you to not cure these for just this day only. We will be seen in court tomorrow so I want this to be one of the evidence, now can you show me the items he used to harm you?"

She holds every single item that he used and places them down the table, "A wooden small plank, whip, hot metal to burn and these.." You look at every single one carefully before looking at the lady, "This is good. But I need one last thing."

"Excuse me." You smile at the lady who opened the door for you, with a dull experssion on her face. "Are you perhaps looking for a letter from Cheolsu?" You sway around the paper in your hands, as her dull expression turns into a fit of joy.

"Oh my, yes! I've been so worried sick." She grabs the letter and reads it, "I know he's been worried. Thank you." She shuts the door and squeals as she reads the letter.

"No problem." You awkwardly smile as you leave her.

The Head Eunuch appears right beside you and questions, "So, what is the plan?" You chuckle as you explain to him, "First, we deliver notes to her from Cheolsu, the client's husband. That woman is the other one hes seeing, and of course, every letter has a seal. The client used Cheolsu's seal and I wrote a letter."

"I read a little of Cheolsu's letters to know the kind of person he is. I also gathered the letters he sent in the past to add to it, and this final letter is the last bit of evidence we need." The Head Eunuch listens to you carefully as he understands your plan.

You and the Eunuch walk around Daedo for a while before spotting a familiar figure, "Oh! Kang Taehyun- Wait. We gotta get out of here." You pull the Head Eunuch into a place where the Prince was far from.

"I do not want to pull up with his bullshit!" You groan as the Eunuch just sighs at you.

"Who's bullshit?" The voice of the man you've been avoiding rings around your ear as he appeared in your back and pulls your shoulder to turn you to him.

Your face scrunches as you avoid eye contact with the man and turn your head, "How has your task been going?" He looks at the Head Eunuch, "Miss right here has been doing well so far, I have a report written somewhere which is all of her plans and expected results."

The Crown Prince chuckles and looks back at you, "Excellent job then. I'll be on my way now." He smirks at you before almost pushing you as he removes his hands from your shoulders and walking away.

"Rude much." You roll your eyes as you and the Eunuch walk away, back to the other woman's house. "Now, lets initiate the next part. Lets go fetch her letter." He nods as you both head on over to her home.

The two of you arrive as you knock on this familliar door once again, "Cheolsu has requested a reply from you, my lady. Have you finished?" She giggles before handing you back the letter, "Please tell him I wish him well on the divorce with his wife." Your face almost turns into a disgusted one but you control yourself from doing sk.

"Noted." The door closes as your eyebrows furrow as you felt some anger within you, "I feel so bad." The Head Eunuch nods at your opinion as you both walk back to the client's house to gather all the evidence and bring it to the royal camp for the General and call it a day.

General Beomgyu observes all the material you've given him, "This is evidence to defend the client?" You nod as you start to explain to him, "Firstly, we have the material and proof about harming his wife. He used a small wooden plank, hot metal and a whip to harm his wife. One of our major evidence is her scars and bruises, which will be seen tomorrow."

"Second, we have Cheolsu's other woman. Our main proof here is the letters sent between them, and since their seals can be seen, it will be proven that they have been talking behind the back of Cheolsu's wife." General Beomgyu pays good attention to your words as his hands gripped the table.

"Lastly, act of treason. The wife showed a ledger of Cheolsu's crimes against the royal palace, which could also double his punishment, and this is up to you, General." He looks at you before nodding and pulls his hand away.

"Thank you. Your help was very useful." He closes off all the evidence with a curtain as you pay your respects to him and leave his tent.

"How unique."

You were provided with a tent tonight as a gift for your hard work and dedication. You were also rewarded with food and some clothes made out of royal silk to add to it.

"Paradise. Using law skills is amazing." You grin as you sip your cold water and placing it back on the table beside you.

"I cant sleep. Im gonna go out a little bit." You mumble to yourself before standing up and bringing a small knife incase any trouble surrounds you.

You step our of your tent and you are greeted with the bright moon and the night sky with a generous amount of stars. The night was gorgeous today and it brings a good smile out of your face.

The royal camp was a little big enough to explore in, a lot of guards stood by incase the Prince was harmed, but you noticed them acting lazy and a little tired too, but some have their awarness strong up.

"You?"

"Kang Taehyun?"

You both bump into each other in the middle of the camp, "Why are you awake?" He raises a brow at you, "Shouldnt I be asking that?"

Sighing, you both walk the same way instead to have a conversation.

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user elekinetic do you have any tips to spare for outlining fics 😭 i feel like I word vomit any of the concept that I have in my head, and dialogue ,and build off that adding paragraphs as I go and I go so slow bc of it. But ive been trying hard lately to write a list of “scenes” and bullet point the story but yeah.

do you know anything that could help me have an idea of where to go start to finish instead of starting at the random spot I’ve come up with first? I waste so much writing time because I haven’t built a backstory for characters and things like that so i don’t always know how they start the story off, only the situation they’re in. Is that something that could help? Making a list for each character or something? Would love to hear your thoughts thank you! <3

hi! first of all i’m so flattered you asked! to be clear, i am a very slow writer too lmao and i’m relatively new to prose writing, and though in very confident in my understanding of what makes a good story (W screenwriting), i am still figuring out my outlining process. but hey! let’s learn together.

sorry in advance for how long this is. i love talking.

so i basically figure everything out in the outline and write after i feel very good about it. if you have a strong foundation, everything gets a hell of a lot easier. t kind of sounds like your process might be similar to mine, so i’m just gonna explain what i'm doing for my current project.

my key document is my “bible.” i split it up into a couple different sections using page breaks (page breaks my best friend ily page breaks):

pitch/word vomit summary

scene ideas

outline

notes

ok so wtf does that mean.

1. pitch/word vomit summary — explain your concept. bc i've got a film/tv background, im starting off with my logline. (e.g. "after robin learns will is gay, they have a heart to heart in an abandoned video store about insecurity and feeling alone. they learn they're not." sometimes i'll follow that up with a note to myself like, "this fic isn't robin finding out, this is what happens after. starts with her already knowing. will pov, focus on his perception of robin changing. subtly reference toward feelings about mike, dont come out (haha) and say it") then, i write as MUCH of the concept down as i can, like i'm explaining it to a friend. (sometimes i copy and paste rants from dms directly into the document). it can be totally out of order, non-sensical, contradictory. just get as many of your ideas down as possible. you want to be able to come back to this and be like, oh i totally forgot about that. vague chapter summaries, personal notes about themes, whatever you want. i have a list of beats that you find in romantic dramas for inspiration and a paragraph abt ways i want to parallel/subvert s3 of st. just. go ham. 2. scene ideas — this is pretty self explanatory. i take some of the stuff i have in the p/s and flesh it out, or put down new ideas. this is where i'm writing out dialogue in bullet points, or what i want them to be Really Saying. (e.g. "mike: [panics bc he feels seen, tries to flip it back on (redacted) and fails] ") this is for when i can see stuff more clearly or i get out of the shower with a whole exchange in my head. gonna be out of order, a little all over the place. 3. outline — so. this is where you start piecing it together. put the bullet points in order. figure out objective of each scene and what needs to happen to accomplish that goal. figure out pacing, what needs to happen when. this step is where im looking at dialogue and thinking "why does mike say that? why does he feel that way? what needs to happen to get him to this point emotionally?" or looking at scenes and thinking "these are two scenes with people arguing back to back. lets make sure they feel different and give the characters different tactics to get what they want (byler argument where mike is avoiding will vs max argument where max is avoiding lucas. i could use this to highlight similarities and differences in the relationships, but having two scenes with the same tactics back to back might feel repetitive. maybe i move the scenes farther apart or change circumstances. maybe mike and will are having a veiled argument while theyre with a group of friends in a public space and max and lucas' argument is outside max's house.) also asking if conflicts are resolved too quickly, if the miscommunications feel too convenient, if characters disappear or are only around as plot devices. write. troubleshoot. repeat. 4. random notes — everything else that doesnt fit. for me this is literally just taylor swift lyrics (writing the fic vaguely off of a Specific Song that SHOULD BE STREAMED MORE WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE anyway) and links to posts i use as character reference to make sure im staying true to the characters. (remembering will said "i was being a total jerk to el, i deserved it," AND "you're ruining everything, and for what!"/"i wasn't moping!")

i want it to be clear im doing all of this at the same time. im jumping around and pulling new ideas and rearranging as stuff changes. i think the thing that's really hard is that i want to be able to sit down, write the outline, and then move on. but for us scatterbrained writers, you're gonna have to re-outline and readjust like. a thousand times. and that's okay. that's good! it feels tedious as hell but the story is so much better for it.

take your time. let yourself be slow. keep finding holes in your story and fill the world in as you fix them.

here are some more questions i ask myself to make the story better:

What are you trying to accomplish over the course of the story? What is it about? (for the will&robin fic, it was something about feeling seen for the first time.) When you get lost in your story or aren't sure why a scene feels stale, come back to this. is the scene furthering that goal?

What is changing internally for each of your main characters? (yes theyre dating by the end but like. what do they learn.)

Are the side characters people or props? (will pov scene of a party-wide picnic where everyone's talking but will is focused on mike's hands.... where is max's head at in the scene? you don't have to have a super long backstory and she doesn't have to be a big part of the plot, but if she's saying something, figure out why she's saying it. if will is having a heart to heart with el, understand why el is responding the way she is. the scene's goal may be to get will through a breakthrough, but el's circumstances will change in the scene too. figure out how this conversation lands with her. oh, and remember the adults are people too!)

Why is this character saying this/why are they responding this way? (this should answer your "where do i start?" question. start in that random spot and figure out A) why they are there and B) why they are reacting the way they do (see last bullet point).

side note: some of the best advice i ever got was "enter the scene late, exit early." skip the prologue. try starting from that random spot. if it feels like something's missing, figure out exactly what that something is, and go from there

Do the stakes feel high enough?

What do i need to set up to make sure this scene/beat is satisfying as possible? (are will and mike going to have a big argument? oh, so we have to show tension before.... BAM you have another scene to write and your outline is fuller)

i could go on a lot longer but. basically.

i edit while i write. i'm someone who needs a very fucking strong outline and a very fucking clear idea of the story before i can start writing it. i'm putting probably 70-80% of the leg work in at the start so i can focus on making the prose (or script, most of the time) the best it can be.

THAT BEING SAID, this is just the way i do it and i have like. a fic and a half published. im taking my sweet time bc im creatively burned out and this is for fun first and foremost. like i said. i am a Very Slow Writer.

i highly, highly recommend hitting up the ask boxes of writers like @/strangeswift, @/wiseatom, @/astrobei, or @/andiwriteordie. no guarantees on responses bc they are busy ppl with busy lives but i really do think theyre some of the best writers out here right now, and im not just saying that bc they're my friends. abby (strangeswift) and i have been each other's sounding board through a lot of projects and she's almost done with one of her first Big Fics, so its worth asking her about that.

i hope this helps! ah!!

[your-phantomfield]

NINE = THE = PHANTOM

i .. ii .. iii circa 2200 for anonymous

Dating the Phantom, Nine...

I.

You would nurture a love at the end of the world? Your time with the Phantom once known as Nine will not be long. Unfortunately, this is a woman who only exists at the dawn of the apocalypse.

Of course, it’s not impossible. On the contrary; perhaps a woman so stubborn, so unwilling to let others in, can only open herself to connections when the world is on fire. Though she never thought about it before, it seems like all those close to her were met during times of crisis. She fell for her first husband while trying to kill him, you know. All those she would call her friends were met under similar circumstances; bonds forged during the end of the world, much like now.

So your love may be brief. Your days may be numbered. But do you find yourself regretting that?

If anything, it may be better to go out like this. Blazing. In love and truly alive.

II.

Nine is a woman of single-minded determination. Now that things have gotten this far, she must see this through. The only way to spend time with her is to offer her whatever support you can. Your ‘dates’ are spent watching her work on Requiem, strategizing with her as all the ‘pieces’ in the Embryo move about the chessboard, philosophizing about the horrible mess of this world and what the one that comes after might look like.

Your relationship will have a real villainous Bonnie & Clyde, or Velma & Louise thing going on. You are in love with a vengeful spirit, back from the depths of hell to destroy- and save- this world. There’s no room for questioning her, certainly no room for trying to stand in her way. You’re either with her or against her on this. To be by her side means to aid her in pursuit of this goal.

III.

Call her Nine- never Phantom. Phantom was a tool used by the Imperator. A tool created by the man who killed her. Others may see her as something changed, corrupted from the woman who fought to save the world years ago, Nine sees herself as the same person she has always been.

Even those she thought knew her best now look at her as a tragic perversion of the woman they knew. If you can see her purely as Nine, it will mean the world to her. She’s grateful that you can accept the decisions she’s made and love her regardless, rather than trying to write off her sins as the influence of some outside force.

She’ll answer most questions you have about her life before all of this, happy to tell you about her homeland that doesn’t exist anymore and the origin of her strange name. She did have name another before it, but she never shares it with you, explaining that she never liked it anyway. She’s just Nine, take it or leave it.

IV.

Though she views herself as the same person she’s always been, she does seem to want to keep her life ‘before’ and her life ‘now’ separate. It makes sense, considering her circumstances. Everyone she once fought beside is now her enemy.

She’s always been extremely family oriented. She can’t help but talk about her sister, her daughter, her marriage. She wants you to meet them one day, but not under these circumstances. As independent as she is- she’d never leave you no matter what they think of you- she still desperately wants all of you to get along. Unfortunately, there’s no way to make that happen now.

She’d rather you meet them in the next world.

V.

She’d like to imagine you all go out for coffee together. She’d alternate between talking to Celica about how good looking you are, and talking to you about how cute Celica is. She imagines her ex-husband would tease both of you, offering you advice about how to deal with her difficult personality or her temper, and she’d pretend to get mad at him over it.

But her dream is impossible in the present. This fucked up, unfair world that insists on torturing her. If you met her old family and friends now, you'd be meeting as enemies. They might try to kill you. You might have to defend yourself. You might…

She can’t stomach the thought. So please- just do what she tells you, and stay out of her way. She’ll handle any loose ends from her past on her own.

VI.

The situation is hard on her, but she covers it with a snappy sense of humor, picking on you and herself in equal measure. Despite still being so young, she talks about herself as an old woman, and often jokingly ‘questions’ your taste.

She’s been married before- are you into married women? You naughty thing~ Do you prefer your women more experienced?

She does have a little daughter of her own, you know- well, maybe not so little now. The girl must be… well into her nineties by now? Making Nine practically a great-grandmother, as well as the queen of deadbeat parents. Isn’t that a bit of a red flag in the dating scene? That, and the whole ‘deicide’ deal?

This can get even funnier if she's actually younger than you. Sure, she was born much earlier, but from the time of her 'death' to the time of her revival, she wasn't able to age. She's still in her early twenties.

Despite this, she always acts as if she's older than she is. She insists on taking on a caretaker role in your relationship. She doesn't know how to be vulnerable, and sometimes the way she expresses her love crosses the line into bossy or patronizing.

VII.

If you try to check in on her, she will always insist that she’s perfectly fine. She’ll tease you relentlessly for worrying about her, redirecting with sickeningly sweet condescension; poking at your cheeks and baby-talking about what a sweetie pie you are~ She’s done this before, you know! Though it was a hundred years ago, from her perspective it seems as if it was no time at all- the days when she fought on little to no sleep, never certain that tomorrow would even be there to greet her. She’s the great Magister Nine of the Six Heroes! Saving the world is what she does!

As if her familiarity with the crushing weight softens it at all. Don’t let her distract you. For all her ego, all her power, all her stubbornness, this is still a woman who has been fighting for the future since she was barely out of her school days.

She never cries, of course. But there are other signs. The way she trails off in conversation. All the jokes she makes with a tone that starts out biting only to slide end halfheartedly, with the smile never reaching her eyes and the laugh sounding forced. A visible wince, one she hopes you don’t notice, when she talks about Celica. The way the starts with her arms crossed, only to adjust the pose inch by inch until you realize she’s hugging herself like a scared child.

VIII.

You wish she could trust you enough to let you hold her. You learn from experience that if you try to offer her a real hug, she gets defensive, either turning the conversation to flirty teasing or getting angry when you try to push. That kind of open vulnerability is just... too much for her right now. Maybe if you had more time together, you could prove to her that it would be safe.

There are other ways you can be there for her, though. More subtle ways that she finds easier to bear. Let her insist that the hug is for your sake, not hers, and she’ll be able to accept it. She always has to be in control, holding you to her chest and petting your head- but she seems to find genuine peace in it, judging by the way this ‘one quick hug for her needy little lover’ always ends up lasting until something interrupts you, and by how reluctantly she pulls away.

She prays that in the next world, she'll never have to.

[tonydaddingham]

ive had an epiphany (i think, hard to tell) and im going to shove it under a cut because 1) it's going to be long as shite and feral in tone, 2) if im right about this it could potentially be a spoiler, and 3) if im wrong then its at least camouflaged slightly

(does NOT however contain The Spoiler but references it in the abstract)

but i hereby submit for your consideration my thoughts on what s2 is going to be

okay let's get down to business bitch, tbh i just want to write down my thought process on what s2 might look like, crackpot theories and all

Amazon makes a reference to two things in their synopsis that i and others have remarked on before and think the wording is incredibly important: "attempt to fix a relationship", and "things become increasingly unsafe for them, in the past and the present"

to be completely blunt, and ill explain why ive arrived at this as i go, i think the plot might just be centred around the ineffable plan going to hell (metaphorically but see also: literally) in a handbasket

the whole point by the end of s1 is that noone knows god's true plan, and the fact that the little-apocalypse-that-could may have been the true plan all along. that the world is not meant to end, and that whatever follows is gods intention

so what happens if something or someone messes around with it? say, perhaps, crowley and aziraphale being chronically unable to mind their own business, and get caught up in fixing a relationship that may not have ever been intended in the first place? or, at the very least, aziraphale started it?

and what happens once they start meddling? would, perchance, things start going wrong in the timeline? their own personal one, and that of others? is this well intentioned matchmaking clusterfuck the epicentre for all things that have Happened to unravel?

take gabriel for instance. does something change on the timeline, in the ineffable plan, that means he gets punished for his part in s1? and heaven clocks that something has gone awry and sets out to find out where he's gone and what caused it? like, my boy goob was practically sent to earth to sit on the naughty step

the bit in the trailer where he gets his purple eyes back - is that part of alternate timeline unraveling? gabriel starts leaking through into goob?

did sandalphon suffer the same fate, and that's why he's not in S2? (i know the actor wasn't available but presumably they will explain his absence in plot terms)

beelzebub! they look like they've gone missing too, been punished and relegated somewhere else - was that meant to happen? the demons start to rise up and it looks like they come to attack the bookshop,

and what about the Dinner of 41? was that even meant to happen? or is it an alternate timeline of the church scene, and aziraphale and crowley end up having a wee romantic dinner and a bit of a cwtch?

the scene in the graveyard in the late 1800s? is that another true flashback scene, or is that the holy water argument gone differently? aziraphale agrees to help crowley get it, and takes him to a church at night to help retrieve it?

i think somehow the jukebox mystery plays a role here too - is the jukebox being stuck on buddy holly the first clue to aziraphale that something has gone wrong? that there's no reason for a song from 1957 to suddenly be playing on repeat, and it's a little rip in the timeline that sets them on trying to sort out what the hell has happened, and what caused it?

magician aziraphale: might be a flashback, or just simply a cute scene in the overall plot, or given that there were pictures and advertisements for his magic act, did he suddenly become a famous magician? literally able to do miracles, and he loves it, so why not have a side hustle?

im not going to go in depth of The Spoiler because i don't want to ruin someone's day, but does The Spoiler happen on the alternate timeline? after the "there's just god, moving in mysterious ways" scene? 👀

the weather starts going fucky, and all the green mist that was in the poster AND at the end of the trailer when the demons descend - not necessarily indicative of anything but seems rather catastrophic and other-worldly

and then the opening sequence! there's so much i could look at but the general atmosphere of 'everything has gone to shit' is really apparent, and little details like "the ladies of camelot", the bomb dropping, and the Titanic (?) in the side of the hill at the end is all screaming to me as being hints of major events having been messed up, or at least different points of time colliding

and lastly!!! (for now) the picture of the school of athens by raphael. other, better people have speculated on it better than i can, but ultimately i think we can firmly take this as an indication that crowley, aziraphale, and goob weren't meant to be there originally

(SIKE one more thing) then recently prime social media recently shared infographics of aziraphale and crowley's historic timeline from s1e3 and, not to be a knob about it, it was bold of them to assume that we don't have that half hour of screentime memorised frame for frame... So why remind us???

i have no meaningful way of concluding this other than the fact that i will continue to minutely analyse everything we've had so far re: s2, including the opening sequence, bts photos, the trailer, all of it... because idk about you but i am either lightyears away from predicting s2 or im about to win the leisure cruise and 5000 quid spending money... and there will be no in between

[oddvanilla]

ultrakill yaaayy :33

basic info that i am 99% sure you already know:. its a bloody and violent fast paced fps where you are a robot who went to hell for blood (blood is fuel and allat 🔥🔥) . you kill literally everything. its level based and you travel down through the layers as you go. theres multiple weapons and multiple weapon types and also 3 different arms that you can switch through really quickly to get more style points and deal more/different damage

my favorite weapons are the marksman revolver (your can throw up to 4 coins in the air and then shoot them.) and the pump charge shotgun (you can also parry the shells to make it go further which is awesome and really cool and also awesome. if you overcharge it, it blows up and can launch you really far. both good and bad depending on what situation youre in) but theres more weapons and i dont really want to explain every one, so. :3 (oh oh the screwdriver railcannon is also good cause itll hit an enemy and cause it to bleed. which heals you. hence the 'blood is fuel'.)

there's like a. score thingy and your rating for each level is determined on how fast you complete it, how many enemies you've killed, and your style points. (and i think how many times you die). all levels have a like. best score that you have to get for it to be like, S or A or whatever. P ranking is beating a level under a specific time, killing everything, and getting at least a certain amount of style. and not dying at all. its kinda. pretty hard. this is what a p rank looks like

that was for the level where you fought v2 and got the whiplash (arm that is like. uhhh. grabby thing? how do i explain it . like it pulls you towards things or things towards you depending on their weight. like a grappling hook?? idk) basically it was just a boss fight thats why the style points and kills are low. i dont have pictures of any other levels ive p ranked.. so .

anyways :3 its a really fun game. its very fast and there's always shit happening and you have to be like. always alert or else youre dead. this was not as in depth as i could have gone. and i didnt talk about the characters or like. some other stuff. if you want more explanation lmk and i will be happy to do it 🔥🔥🔥 SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG LMAO I WAS TRYING TO P RANK 6-2 AND TYPE THIS SO EVERY TIME I FAILED ID COME BACK TO THIS AND ADD MORE 😭😭

autism fueled rant over 🔥i should have added more pictures but i was scared that if i left the tab this would have been deleted. :333

First of all. This is, THE COOLEST EXPLANATION IVE SEEN EVER. I've NEVER been more interested in reading long paragraphs than right now.

Second of all, HELL YEAH!!!! FAST PACED GAMES ARE THE BEST!!! or at least for impatient people like me...

WHAT I GOT IS THAT THERE'S LIKE. DIFFERENT WEAPONS FOR DIFFERENT PURPOSES?? LIKE SOME GET YOU MORE STYLE POINTS THAN OTHERS?? IDK ABT YOU BUT MARKMANS REVOLVER SOUNDS COOL ASF!!! AND P RANKING IS LIKE,, ENDING SOMETHING IN A CERTAIN AMOUNT OF TIME.?? I THINK THATS LIKE SPEED RUNNING A LEVEL😍 IS THAT WHY ITS CALLED ULTRAKILL?? BECAUSE YOU JUST KILL EVERYTHING?? DAMNN

Im actually curious what's the lore who are the protagonists and what are they fighting against

[childhoodgrave]

idk ur ocs who are they .........................................

ohhh welllll i have a lot of them and most of my main (?) ones that italk sbout are on my toyhouse buuut i will give a synopsis of most of the ones from the “world” or story or whatever ive been thinking about alot recently i call it training wings but it doesnt rlly have an actual name because its nit like a specific story or whatever. just a world with guys in it you know.. the lore is overcomplicated when i try to explain it but basically all you need to know is heaven and hell and stuff exists but it operates alittle differently from like ur typical tropes or what evar

this is FRITZ she used to be human but she got turned into an angel and then she fell from heaven bc she hated it there. she likes grindcore music and other stuff like that. also shes italian american because lol. shes kind of currently on the run from like the angel cops or whayever who want to quash any potential resistance to their cause such as fallen angels and things of that nature. but shes ALSO trying to run away from a couple other people she used to know that she would rather not have in her life anymore for various reasons. one of those people being

EZRAH he used to be like the “main” character and he was the first oc i made in this thing but then i made fritz and liked her more. lol. hes an angel who likes humans more than other angels and spent a long time goofing around on earth before he killed a couple people on accident and as a result was punished for that and his centuries of slacking off. his punishment was being demoted to guardian angel duty and the person he was a “guardian angel” for was fritz! he cares about her a lot and basically sees her as like a daughter of his. but she hates his ass and also obviously had no interaction with him while she was alive (that she remembers) so the relationship is very one sided. hes currently trying to track down fritz to make amends with her and also try to protect her from the other angels trying to kill her atm. the people trying to kill her arent just angels thouvh, they also include people like

no name :) shes a restless spirit unable to pass on who wanders the earth bringing terrible storms and natural disasters wherever she goes. she has a name but nobody knows it, so we just call her no name instead. her and fritz are exes who had a really messy breakup after a very long and unhealthy relationship together. she came across fritz like directly after she fell from heaven and helped her adjust to like. existing in general outside of doing what heaven tells you to do and stuff. because of the amount of people harmed by her storms she has a fair amount of clout in hell and can come and go from there as she pleases but she doesnt work “for” hell if that makes sense. she just does what she wants. shes not specifically chasing after fritz but she is pretty bitter about their breakup and when they encounter each other shit usually gets messy.

thise three are the main ocs i talk about but theres also ones like

anise. shes a runaway that ezrah ends up taking care of and eventually fritz joins in and also helps with that because she doesnt trust ezrah to take care of another human child on his own lol.

and fionnbharr :) shes another angel who used to be a human and when she was alive she was a medieval catholic priest in ireland but then she died and got angel hrt and now she guards the gates of purgatory. its a job that keeps her separated from most other angels bc shes gotten a little silly after being around in heaven for so long BUT her and ezrah are friends ^_^ she has a bit of a falin dungeon meshi chimera body type deal shes like 11 ft tall. and she is a sweetiepie

and there are others but these are the ones i draw and think about the most.. smioles at you