#So with those two in mind: Who do you think the authors actively demonize

[blimbo-buddy]

The difference in treatment between Tom vs SparkPelt by the authors should be a dead giveaway that The Erins fucking suck

[victoria-rue]

victoria-rue's Recommendation Masterlist part 5

Okay, 5th time around, and all I gotta say is making masterlists can be a real pain sometimes. I love to organize, but checking my old lists for updated links and tags is so tedious. I aim for 50 tags in each masterlist, and if I’m short due to deleted stories, I go back to fill the gaps, which just drags out the process. Also, embarrassingly, I recently discovered that every time I edit a post, it renotifies everyone tagged, and I edit a lot. So, sorry to anyone who keeps getting those notifications! The embarrassment and hard work are all worth it when I see these passionate, creative, and hardworking authors having their stories reach more readers, even if it’s just a little bit more. These authors deserve all the love and recognition they receive. May their minds be filled with inspiration and their work supported by love. ♥︎

Recommendation Masterlist part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, & part 5

School Spirits

Wally Clark

Skinny Dipping by @houseofaegon

For what feels like an eternity, Y/n and Wally have been nothing more than just friends. but that changes one reckless night when they decide to cross skinny dipping off their "100 things to do before crossing over" bucket list. Teasing and meaningless flirting turn heated, and the tension that has been simmering between them finally snaps. Under the moonlit water, boundaries blur, and their friendship is completely wrecked, in the best possible way.

Ghost by @storiesofmyhead

Anastasia Nears had loved Wally Clark since she was a kid. Wally Clark had noticed Anastasia Nears the second she walked into Split Rivers High. But Anastasia was born in 1999. And Wally Clark was born in 1964.

What remains of us by @atlas-of-a-human-soul

Y/N's intern year comes to an abrupt end when she enters a school during an active shooter lockdown. Understanding what happened to her, maneuvering this new reality is impossible - but she might have someone willing to guide her through it all.

don't stop (thinking about tomorrow) by @moonmunson

Astronomy by @solarismoons

After suffering a near-fatal fall off the school roof, you begin seeing things you had never imagined possible. Soon, you find yourself trying to juggle Maddie's disappearance and a strange connection with a ghost from your past.

Wally Clark Series by @whoopsyeahokay

October Sun (Book One)

your mother had warned you. Don't let them know, she'd said, her nails digging angry crescents into the flesh of your upper arms, eyes wild and imploring, don't let them know you can see. you'd listened, all these years, you'd lived your life by that rule. until you couldn't.

October Moon (Book Two)

in the aftermath of the theater of terrors, there'd been a single, short moment of silence when everyone had been too stunned to speak. too frightened confused sick horrified to say a word. and then everything had descended into chaos.

If I Open the Door To Heaven Or Hell by @imagine-you

Your relationship with Wally always felt one-sided. You were hopelessly crushing on him and he just seemed happy to be your friend. It isn't until you're there for him after he confronts his scar that you both realize your feelings aren't so one-sided. But will your relationship survive Mr. Martin's betrayal, facing your own inner demons, and Maddie's departure?

You Belong with Me by @schoolspiritsfan14

You and Wally, best friends since birth, you decide to confess your love at the 1983's homecoming game. After a tragic accident, you remain with Wally and other ghosts for eternity. 40 years later, you decide it’s time to finally admit your feelings until someone else asks him out.

The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon

Bodyguarded by @frost-queen

Reader is Rick's younger sister. You're very sweet with a sharp tongue which Shane doesn't seem to like. Shane keeps bothering you as he finds you cocky. To your surprise is Daryl always around to keep Shane away from you eventhough he doesn't like you, right?

Be My Angel by @swangirlxoxo

Searching for You by @lunajay33

Reader and Daryl have been together since you were teens, you have crazy news for him but then the world falls apart and your searching for him every second

My Wife by @xoxo-sarah

Carl Grimes

Just Us by @lunajay33

In a world full of walkers y/n was able to escape with her best friend, but maybe that friendship turns into something more

Harry Potter

Tom Riddle

Looking Glass by @anawritez-posts

In this story, Y/N and Tom Riddle's children discover a hidden portal within Hogwarts that allows them to witness their parents' love story unfold. It all begins when Marvolo, the youngest, stumbles upon the portal just weeks into his first year. Intrigued, he brings his older siblings, Delphini and Mattheo, along for the adventure.

SOULMATES DON'T EXIST by @lizziesangel

everything changes for you when snape gives you a certain memory. will you be able to do the task that dumbledore has given you?

Remus Lupin

A Man With a Plan by @ellecdc

secret relationship by @rainydayathogwarts

James Potter

In This Life and The Next by @jacquitries

You were Harry Potter’s best friend, but loss drove you to steal a Time-Turner which accidentally trapped you in the past — before Harry, before the war. You swore to keep your distance, but James Potter makes that impossible. The past wasn’t meant to hold you, and falling for him was never part of the plan. And yet you did anyway.

TWO OF A KIND by @wintrsoul

Who would have thought that sending your son to a summer camp would lead to an unexpected reunion with someone you had sworn you don’t want to see anymore?

Gladiator

Emperors Caracalla & Geta

Domina Mea by @slaytheusurper

After years you returned to Rome to visit your father, General Marcus Acacius, to celebrate his recent victory. However, when the Emperors Caracalla and Geta get you in their sights, they will not let you go so easily.

Eyes of the Gods by @cherrysweets-world

It takes only once for them to notice you. Nothing will be the same after you have caught the eyes of gods.

Emperor Caracalla

Worth Remembering by @dubiousmetamorphosis

You find yourself widowed, pregnant and forced to chaperone your sister-in-law at the imperial court. At least mourning traditions keep you practically worlds away from Rome's twin emperors. That is, until an injustice calls you to the other side of the imperial seaside residence.

[hauntedwitch04]

Lucifer II

Nyx Acheron x reader

Words: about 2.9k words

Warnings: blood, death, murder, sad things in general, shitty biological family BUT in this a lot of fluff too :)

Author's note: This is the second part for a request by a follower on Wattpad, that I personally loved and I wrote this during the night. It's not complited, the second part will be out soon, but it was getting to long. Hope you like it loves, your witch Becky

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Your breath catches in your throat as you try not to let anything show in your expression and try to come up with a plan as that monster you have for a relative moves toward you, while you still have your back to her.

"I see that as usual she does nothing." My aunt says in a croaky, sour voice to the elderly village chief, who looks at me worriedly, and then lays his eyes on her and lowers his head slightly, thus hinting at an elegant greeting, which that woman certainly does not deserve.

"I am as always at your disposal, after all, by now your word is law." Responds the elderly gentleman in a grave and sad tone, before being interrupted again by that withered crow.

"If you would do everything I've asked you to do over the years, I wouldn't have been forced to have a new boss elected in your place or even bargain with a gang of rowdy kids to make you lose your job." She shouts, chuckling at the end, looking satisfied.

"So she was the one who instigated the rebellion movements by those boys, and she's not even a little ashamed of it? And then what's this about there being two tribal leaders, I really don't think High Lord knows anything about that or he would have informed us." Says Nyx, interjecting himself into the discussion, in an authoritative and serious tone, as I hear him approach me slightly, as if he sensed my discomfort at being here right now.

"Yes, I was about to inform you that for two weeks now I have been "discharged" from my role as camp superintendent. I hope I have not offended you in this way, in case it was not my intention, just I was pleased with the idea of escorting you personally." The gentleman confesses.

"No offense taken, in fact we very much appreciated your gesture and I think I speak for both of us in thanking you." You say in a confident tone as I try hard not to lay my eyes on the worst of your nightmares, but out of the corner of your eye you see her squinting as she comes toward you, as if sensing that there was a secret in you that you were hiding from your eyes in every way.

With her, just like a demon that never dies, came your grandmother. On her face the years passed showed, but the evil spirit still shone through her eyes.

The two women, now part of your small circle, do not hide their personal conversation from your ears.

"Do you think it's her?" Your grandmother asks her daughter, but the other is too busy looking at you to answer her mother.

You feel Nyx brush against the wall you had erected in your mind, and without thinking about it you allow him to enter, knowing that either way that one would collapse at the first blow from those two harpies when they finally realized who you were.

"One nod from you and these two women will be in ashes. And remember, we can blow it all up and leave whenever you wish." He says in a calm and gentle tone, as if we were talking about the activity we prefer to do in our spare time and not about killing two people and subverting an order from his father.

"You don't even know who these women are, how can you say you want to kill them? And then what would Rhys say?" Answer trying to maintain a modicum of lucidity.

"I don't need to know who they are, if just the sight of them hurts you and makes you nervous, that's enough to slit their throats with my own hands." He argues this time in a colder, calmer tone, so much so that it makes you shiver, though I don't know if it's because of the thrill of terror at seeing that calm murderous will in his eyes, or the excitement of having someone ready to defend you so blatantly in front of everyone, to kill in your name, no matter how terrible death is.

Too engrossed in your conversation, you do not realize that your aunt had approached you and grabbed your wrist, uncovering an old scar that she had left you many years before.

Frightened you immediately retracted your wrist, crushing it against your chest, as if to hide something that unfortunately everyone had already seen.

"I knew it, I knew it, that even after all these years you would come back to finish what you started! You filthy whore! You killed my beloved husband! And your sisters, who were like daughters to me! You, you are cursed! You slut, you are nothing but scum! And now you have come to kill us too! Help! Help me!" She began shouting out of nowhere, flailing and seeking the attention of everyone in the village, but you were petrified.

How dare that witch blame you for the murder of your sisters! How could she know that they were dead! Had they found them? Had they desecrated their grave?

A blinding rage rose up through your body and there was no way to quell it. You took your sword from your side and pointed it at his neck, while the flames of hell snaked in your eyes. Nyx, by your side, had not moved an inch and neither had the elderly gentleman, knowing better that now was not the time to interfere, although doubt was painted on the handsome face of your young friend.

"Don't you dare sully their name with your poisonous mouth, you witch! If anyone has to pay for what he has done it is you, the other hag behind you and your husband, who, however, has already had to taste my blade." You say in a cold, detached tone, as if a demon had taken possession of your spirit, before letting loose in a deep, icy laugh. "I am not afraid to soil my hands with blood again, in fact I am looking forward to the pleasant sensation of my sword penetrating your throat."

"You will end up in hell for what she did, you know that right? Mother will leave you no escape." Speak this time your grandmother, who until now had been silent, but from her expression you could read a kind of resignation to what was about to happen, as if she expected that sooner or later, like an avenging angel, you would return to bring justice to earth.

"Save me a seat then, see you down there." You answer, before slitting her throat with a gesture so lightning fast that even Nyx did not expect it. She could not mask her astonishment for the first few moments, only to return to the cold mask of the prince of darkness, which you had come to appreciate with time. You had decided to kill her first, to drive her daughter, who at the moment was screaming like a little girl who finally sees the monster hiding every night under her bed, a little more crazy.

Red blood flowed out of the elderly woman's throat, soiling her dress and a little of yours as her hexamenous body fell to the ground.

However, the elderly gentleman, who was shocked by your such a violent act, said nothing and continued to look at your aunt who was now in despair tearing her hair out as she begged for someone's help from her monstrous niece.

Thus came, hearing the screams, a man whom you recognized as an old friend of your uncle's who, seeing the body of your grandmother examined and you still holding the bloody sword, ran toward you. Once he got closer, he took a better look at the scene and squared you up.

"You are the little one who killed my friend, aren't you?" He left you no time to answer that with a hidden sword, he wounded your face with the intention of frightening you and making you fall to the ground, as it happened, so that once in the mud, it would be much easier to put the sword to your throat and look into your eyes as you took your last breath.

But something you did not expect happened; he passed the sword into your aunt's hand, while the man held Nyx down, who, with the strength of a wild animal hunted by a hunter, was flailing restlessly, looking for a way to help you.

"And so ends the story of our little rebel, doesn't it? You thought you were so much smarter than us, so much better, but all you did was make my job easier. I've been waiting for years for that old woman to croak, and before that I've been waiting for that pig of a husband I got to do it, if I'm honest you did me a favor, and for that I think I'll thank you by sending you to your mommy and little sisters, what do you say?" Says your aunt in a mocking tone, as you feel the sword blade enter, slowly, more and more into your throat. You would have died there, of that you are certain. "Ah wait, you won't go to them. You've been a bad child, and as such you will burn among the worst demons, because that's what you are after all: a monster."

You do not have time to process what is happening, that the man holding Nyx hostage falls, under a mortal blow inflicted by the elderly village chief, thus freeing the young prince who, with a small knife that he always keeps hidden in his jacket sleeve, strikes your aunt in the arm so that she can no longer hold the sword, which she lets fall on your neck, scratching it slightly.

You with a quick gesture, grab the handle of the sword and move it so that your aunt crouching and bending over herself in pain, meets your weapon and kills herself, piercing her stomach with it.

"I am what you taught me to be." You say, before you could almost see his soul expire from his lips, but instead probably what you saw was a trickle of blood that came out of his mouth and, like a signature, had settled on your clothes.

You stay still for a few seconds, breathing noisily through your mouth, as if you had just finished a marathon, before the terrible fear that had triggered you inside this murderous rage comes back, and the panic rises from your belly to your brain, passing through your heart, before driving you mad.

Without warning you get up, and start running at a breakneck pace, your muscles burning and your eyes watering from the wind, to the only place where those fears could end. Your feet, without even thinking about it, carry you to the clearing where thick lavender plants cover everything. You stop to observe that wonderful sight, which hides within itself, however, a terrible secret and a sad truth. You do not realize that Nyx has followed you until he speaks, in a whisper, as if already that same place has also conveyed to him the same sacredness that it had conveyed to you years before.

"Are you okay?" He asks you, already knowing for himself how stupid that question was. A thought paints itself clear inside the young man: he should have taken you away from the very beginning, when you had been sick in the woods at the mere thought of remembering that little village.

You do not answer him, but advance through the flowers, like an automaton, until you reach the place where you know you will find two small stones, under a willow tree, with your sisters' names engraved on them.

Once you get to the place, you squat down and move the lavender to reveal those two boulders, so imprinted in your memory, that often at night they appeared as clear to you as if you were holding them.

Taken by a fit of rage, you began to uproot the various plants, so as to clear their grave, without even whom to be angry against: With you, for leaving that place for so long, almost letting the memory of your sisters be forgotten in this forest; with Mother, for snatching your sisters away from you so soon or for taking them in your place; with your aunt and uncle, for somehow killing them, making them suffer and forgetting them; or with your parents, for leaving you, even though you know perfectly well that the latter is the most irrational of all. Nyx, who had again silently followed you, also begins to pluck flowers. Once finished, you pause to look at your handiwork, but you cannot stop yourself from falling to your knees on the ground, then bursting into tears.

Nyx in the blink of an eye is beside you, but he dares not touch you, knowing that you need to vent right now.

He lets you cry for several minutes, with endless sobs, until you have no more tears to cry.

"Lucifer, do you want me to call my father? He'll take us right back home, and I'll also tell him never to let you come here again-" Nyx says then all of a sudden, all in one breath, as he looks at you with frightened eyes, before being interrupted by you.

"Why do you always call me Lucifer?" You ask in a low, rough voice, but loud enough to stop the boy, who stops and looks at you confused.

"What?"

"Why do you always call me Lucifer? Do you really think I'm as bad as the devil in the stories that go around these mountains. A three-faced monster at the head of Hell, ready to punish damn and offend the righteous? Do you really hate me that much?" You ask, showing him a side you had never before shown him, the other part of you besides the fierce and unscrupulous fighter: the weak and delicate part, which for years you had hidden in a stone prison you had built around your heart.

"Absolutely not." He replies confidently as he looks at you. You still keep your face turned toward the ground, so he takes your chin with one hand and brings your eyes up to his. "You don't know the real story of Lucifer?" He asks you, continuing to speak. You shake your head as you lose yourself in his lavender eyes, the same one that surrounds you.

"Lucifer, whose name was not yet so called, was the most beautiful angel in heaven, who decided not to bend to the will of Fate, and so because of his fighting and noble spirit he was cast down to earth, taking away his grace, but this certainly had not made him any less beautiful. The princess of the Court of Night found him when he fell, at the break of dawn, and because of his ethereal beauty she named him Lucifer, or Morning Star. The girl took him in, caring for him and giving him a life in her court, not realizing that he was slowly falling in love until he had totally won her heart." Nyx narrates, while you are silent. "Nowadays we have forgotten this story, and we associate the name of Lucifer with an ancient superstition of a barbarian people, but I like to remember instead that of a fallen angel and a simple human in love, because-" Nyx, pauses for a moment, as if weighing the words he wants to use, then continues. "Because it reminds me of how I feel about you. You never told us why you came to our family, but right from the start the first thing I thought upon seeing you was that you were the reincarnation of that angel: fallen and aching, proud and damned at the same time. You, who had always brightened my days, made me fall in love with you little by little, until I realized that there was an even deeper bond between us." He finishes, touching your left cheek with his right hand, as you feel something burst in your chest, only to see a golden thread come out of your heart to connect with his.

You stand open-mouthed at that sight as you feel more tears coming to your eyes.

"I can't believe it." You say, trying to process all the emotions you were feeling. "I don't deserve it. I don't deserve you. You don't know what I've done, so many horrible things." You continue, as he nods his head.

"Don't talk nonsense, you deserve this and much more. Take all the time you want, I'll be here waiting for you." He says, and for the first time in that day, a sincere smile breaks out on your face as you can already imagine the life that awaits you by his side.

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[coffindependency]

progress report #10

happy october!! progress report #10 is out!!! it can be found here

first things first, we have a picture of andrew and ashley back at the café they were at in episode two!! the npcs look very silly here, and i didn’t even notice that these similar shapes showed up last progress report. i wonder why they go back here?? is it for the cult?? i can see the potential there, since we’ve seen them with a different cultist in a previous progress report

this area is also close to where they murdered someone and left the body to rot, so it seems strange to me that they’d come back here!

next, we get to have a peek once again at andrew and ashley’s acting skills!! at least, i assume they’re acting, because andrew has his “most normal guy” “people pleaser” expression on here. this is now the second time that ashley has “pretended” to be dating andrew in public, which is totally normal behavior for a normal brother and sister. i do really enjoy seeing their shenanigans, and i’m so so glad that we’re getting to see them cross The Incest Line over and over again

kit9 says that due to the game’s sort of messy roadmap, “it has become increasingly difficult to maintain the current reporting format.” they’ve decided that this is the last progress report, but not the last post from kit9 studios

[id. text that says “Posts will now be some variation or mix of things such as teaser content, major announcements, surveys, responses, and sometimes author commentary, if time permits.” end id.]

nemlei finally found a spot to split episodes 3A and 4, but says there’s still a “delivery dilemma” that needs to be worked out!!

there’s a summary of the dilemma as follows:

Author - Recap and Survey

Previously on Progress Report...

Episode 3A far exceeds the estimated playtime (6 hours and counting).

Episode 3A is split in two to alleviate the discrepancy between episode sizes, creating Episode 4.

Episode 3A and 4 are still meant to be shipped together to provide a conclusive narrative experience.

Team considers releasing 3A alone to keep the game alive.

Author refuses, as Episode 3A ends on a cliffhanger no matter where it's cut.

Author flip-flops between releasing 3A alone, versus forcing everyone to wait until the entirety of the branch is complete.

Decision is reached that if the audience wants to torture themselves with a cliffhanger, let them.

[YOU ARE HERE!]

nemlei encourages those who can to answer whether or not they want episodes 3A and 4 to be released together, or to have episode 3A released without episode 4 (with a huge cliffhanger!!) for the sake of keeping the game “active.” the discussion thread can be found here!!

throughout this, there is no mention of episode 3B. poor little episode 3B… i really really wonder what’s going on in 3A and 3B for 3A to be significantly longer than 3B, apparently. 3A has a six hour playtime and it’s not even entirely finished!!!

finally, we have another episode preview!! this one is titled “Be Nice”

here we see andrew and ashley in a dream plus demon realm. the demon dreamscape. the dreamonscape, if you will.

i’m thinking this is from the friendship burial route… burial, because ashley is once again reassuring herself that they’re getting along. in decay, ashley isn’t as unsteady in her relationship with andrew, and he’s much colder to her. i don’t think decay andrew would say he doesn’t mind giving ashley a hug, or say that he’s always nice to ashley, as this andrew does

with (the player, as) ashley choosing “the sane option” in her dream in episode two, she signals to him and to us that his romantic affection for her isn’t what she wants. obviously she wants his attention and affection, but she doesn’t return his romantic feelings in friendship burial. he sees that she doesn’t want a romantic relationship with him, and tries to interact with her without the romantic connotations of his actions, like kissing her head. she notices the change, as we see, and feels uneasy about that change for several reasons, but it’s a step in the Morally Correct and Healthy direction for both of them!!

i could be wrong, though :3

i don’t know why, if this were romance burial, andrew would refrain from kissing her head. it could be because of the hex that the unknown entity put on him, i guess, since we still don’t really know what’s going on with that (besides seeing andrew’s little soul running around in the dreamonscape). but, if they indicated to each other that they’re interested romantically in each other, why wouldn’t he kiss her head?? kiss her head, andrew. you know you want to. nothing is stopping you. kiss your little sister’s head.

overall, some pretty good progress reporting this time around!! it’s a shame that kit9 is fizzling them out two months short of a year of progress reports, but we’ll still be getting teasers and updates from them, so i’m not too put-out about it!!

see you next month!!

[sludgekludge]

can you give us the rundown on your vaggie/lute thing? i dont think you ever ended up posted it but ive always been curious

i did Not post it bc the post i wrote out made me sound like an insane person. moreso. than usual. this also unfortunately made me sound like an insane person.

this is all very much personal opinion over overt critique i think. though i would still call adam/lute a Bad choice, narrative wise.

the gist is i think vaggie/lute have infinitely more interesting potential than adam/lute (which is the direction you can tell it's going from day 1) not even in a 'aww i like tis ship!' sense just in a. idk story sense.

if lute/vaggie were some kind of weird toxic yuri, vaggie being left behind as violently as she was and lute's pure vitriol towards her makes more sense imo? as is it just makes lute feel cartoonishly evil. why would she even do that, over adam? does she even have that authority? why would she even be following vaggie in the first place...is she really the type who'd spare someone that makes (what she perceives to be) an unforgiveable decision? like...really, would she let vaggie live.

primarily what comes to mind i guess is that i think there was a lot of interesting (and imo thematically relevant) potential for that kind of relationship between the two of them. vaggie being someone who was forced out of an abusive poisonous environment, and then finding growth and love amongst the people she had been manipulated to look down upon is already kind of canon i guess but i think lute, with the context of vaggie being some kind of potential romantic interest of some kind, having to come down and witness that this person she has such history with is not only happier, but happier with someone who isn't lute when she's in what lute perceives to be the worst possible position. because i'd imagine lute cannot imagine anything lower than being in hell. i'm sure she would perceive sparing a demon as a personal betrayal, if a loved one did it. anyway would that not be compelling. i don't think lute would regulate those feelings well lol. esp if we want to tack on 'her bestie was literally permamurdered to death and vaggie is actively affiliated with the side that did it' like. come on. right. do you understand. grabbing you. do you understand-

i guess ultimately i find it wasted potential to not set up something between the much more emotionally charged dynamic between lute and vaggie (esp as their current animosity feels kind of meaningless to me. why is lute so cartoonishly evil. what was their relationship before vaggie got goofed) over some kind of one sided pining between a confident woman like lute and a man who was never even very nice to her

tl;dr: vaggie and lute being two confident strong fighters and lute being drawn to that only to reject her vehemently when vaggie shows compassion and then grapple with lingering feelings watching her almost-ex become happier without her would be crazy yuri and yet

[grunge-princess-nymph]

🖤🎸~ Rock & Hell ~🌼💚

Pairing: Yandere Lewis Legend x Human!Fem!Reader x Yandere Mariska

Genre: Thriller

Warning: Possessive Behavior, Mentions of sexual activities, Biosexuality, Kidnapping, Neck licking

Fandom: Lollipop Chainsaw Repop

Summary: You had found yourself having your first time of intimacy with two zombies, a really hot dead greaser & a beautiful hippie, in their own kind of way.

Author's Note: This is a gift for @dearest-painter as I noticed these two from her blogs. We haven't been talking for awhile & I thought I that I should to give her something in appreciation of being one of the people that had ever talked to me on Tumblr.

Song:

You felt the back of your head being pushed against the mattress as your lips were being pressed really hard by a strong pair of dry lips.

Even though you can't see through the leather fabric of what was tied around your eyes, you can tell those lips belong to a man, which made a shiver go down your spine.

"What's wrong babe? A demon got your tongue?"

You felt your face flustered with both excitement & fear as if responding to the deep & smooth voice hovering over your face.

You could feel your heart thumping in a almost quick pace as you could feel the air brushing against your exposed tummy as it trails under & out your flare crop top reaching your bare breast.

You wished to pull your top down before the stranger's hand decides to go in as well, if it wasn't for the ropes that were holding your wrists to what you can tell were the bed poles from both sides above your head.

"Don't you mean, a "cat got your tongue", Lewis?" Said a woman's chill voice, that almost turn the shade of your flustered face from pink to a bright red as you had also find it attractive as well as other.

"I think she gets the idea..."

You nearly flinch as you felt a cold hand reaching under your top and groping your left breast. And this time it was a woman's hand.

You were now in a blushing mess as you were suddenly being grope by two unnatural beings you used to know in their past lives.

Back when they were alive, you used to date them. But it was in different timelines.

Your first relationship was with Mariska. She was your first girlfriend. She was always so sweet and chill with you.

So much so, she even got you hook up with some weed & stuff so easily. (Note: I don't support that kind of stuff.)

Then, there was Lewis Legend, your first boyfriend in your second relationship. He was the most hottest & good looking bad boy around town.

But even the baddest boys have a soft spot when it comes to love & romance. And when he first meets you, he knew that you were worth the takin.

He would take you on bike rides, have sweet talks, even have some hangouts in the catacombs you both used to go to.

Sadly, neither of those relationships ended well, as both of them had died, each in different horrific & brutal ways. After that, you kept yourself single ever since, & nevered got into another relationship.

It had been like that for awhile, until you met a different (man/woman) at some point.

You had some wonderful time with each other that was better than the last, even better than your ex-partners. But of course, what's good never last for long.

When zombie apocalypse happens, and the dead suddenly came back to life, you're old lovers came back as well.

"By the way, you don't mind explaining on just who those dirty creatures you were chiling with while we were dead sleep, do you?" Asked Mariska sounding chill, but with a darker edge to the toned.

So far, they had a run end with your current lovers and once they realized who they were dating, let's just say that they were no longer in the picture.

"Not something that we don't mind asking..." Lewis said, with the same tone as Mariska. "...But even if your weren't cheating behind our back while we were dead, I think you can do so much better them...someone like her... (pointing at Mariska then him)...like me...~♡"

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Hello The Queen of Crows and Raccoons and I would like Undertale, Underfell, Underswap, HorrorTale, and any others you can think of with a S/O who have befriended all the Crows and Raccoons in like the neighborhood. Maybe their on the surface but that’s up to you. Thank you and have a good day/night!

Undertale Sans - He doesn't mind. He's actually not helping at all by feeding the crows and raccoons because he thinks they're cute. As long as his S/O is happy with this, he's happy. Plus it's pissing off Papyrus everytime he visits and that's priceless.

Undertale Papyrus - He's losing his mind. Those wild animals are unsanitary, for the love of Asgore and his freackin mind, stop touching them! He will drag you to the bathroom every time you're coming back home to wash your hands. He doesn't want any of the animals in his house, but, well, he's not here all day long so he'll never know.

Underswap Sans - Oh cool! He can do that too! Somehow, all the raccoons love him and join him at night for no reason, now you two can do that together as a fun activity. You have raccoon reunions in the kitchen and you gave all raccoon and crow a codename in your new delirious plan to take control of the world. Your Karen neighbour calls the cops on you as you both start to laugh like maniacs.

Underswap Papyrus - He thought he would be done once his brother got his independance but here you are, in the middle of the night, comploting with raccoons. Is this a secret cult or something? Are you passing too much time with his brother? Why no one around him is having normal hobbies? He's having a mental breakdown.

Underfell Sans - "listen pal, that's none of my business, you do you and stuff. but if boss catches you with 150 random birds and raccoons home, ya're fucked and i ain't saving yar ass." Boss comes home right at this moment, making him your partner in crime as he's standing near you. Red sighs. Not only Boss will fuck you up, but he will sure do to after this.

Underfell Papyrus - He's screeching hysterically, doing wild arms movement to make all the wild animals flee in fear. The animals are watching him in consternation, wondering what the hell he's doing, then you, looking for an explanation. You shrug and they take that for you authorizing them to attack the big moving weird thing, all at one. Edge runs out of the house, screaming as he's running for his life chased by your true people.

Horrortale Sans and Papyrus - Oak for sure will tell nothing as he's exactly like you and brings all kind of wild animals home. You were cuddling against a bear, circled by crows and raccoons where Willow came home. He looks at you two, in disbelief, then let go a "I WON'T EVEN ASK WHY. I DON'T WANT TO KNOW. MAKE THEM LEAVE BEFORE DINNER." You both nod and he goes on with his day, not questionning it.

Swapfell Sans - In the morning, you wake up abruptly as Nox throws a tone of salt in your face. You scream, asking what is his problem. He screams back that he saw you doing satanic rituals with your hellbound pets and that's you're for sure not summoning any frickin demon in his house under his watch. He's going to purify you, stop moving and arguing!

Swapfell Papyrus - His room is already trash so a bunch of crows and raccoons in are no problem. He really doesn't mind and he's even digging in trash with the raccons sometimes cause it looks like fun. Nox is actively trying to kick both of you out of the house.

Fellswap Gold Sans - He hates animals. Any kind of animals. They're dirty, they're stinky, and right now they are everywhere in his house and he's rolling on the ground, throwing a temper tantrum like a 5 years old child. You're concerned, as he's screaming to take them away or he's going to scream. You're not obeying. He high-pitch screams so loud all the animals flee in fear, including you and Coffee, who was just chilling in the couch.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - Wine said no animals home so you had to find a trick. Coffee tries to keep his face normal, but he's very uncomfortable, having 20 raccoons in his ribcage, fighting to get out. Wine is looking at him from his desk, frowning, wondering why he's going from outside to your room for the sixth time looking more and more weird. Coffee quickly runs in your room and lets go his raccoons, adding them to the 80 ones already in there with you. You tell him there's still some outside. He nods and goes back to fill his ribcage.

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The others all laughed but just a little thoughtfully. As they were leaving the Tribunal, Takahara shook her head and noted, “I am less good than I thought. I find myself hoping that Minami will try to escape and thereby lose his head.”

High Priest Nandi san nodded a bit sadly, “Beings such as Minami often bring such thoughts to disturb the tranquility of the mind and heart. It is not a discredit to you that you feel so. It is a natural response to such as he. In his own way, he is worse than most Oni.”

Tanira looked up at the angle of the sun as she and her new daughters strolled towards the waterfront and asked Patsu, “Have we still time to launch the Rising Dawn today? It seems to be fine weather for it.”

Patsu looked about, smiling at kites being flown from one of two small hills just out of the village. She agreed, “It is a fine day and yes, we have plenty of time.

“Mikore told me that they are offering fried dumplings with minced crab filling over at our market. Let's grab some of those or other goodies, some rice and tea. We have plenty of time for a nice, if late, noon meal before we launch her.”

The crab dumplings were actually quite good. They were all happily agreed that the best item was a new offering. Sand shark fillet steamed first and then tempura dipped and fried to a light golden tan. Tea, rice, and some stir fried vegetables finished the meal nicely.

The newly finished Rising Dawn was pulled out of the Chiasu Estate boat house where it had been moved after the hull was done to finish setting up her rigging and sail. Using a pulling block and the same cart that was used to put away their smaller rental rowing boats, she was eased down the boat ramp to the water by the dock.

Several of the men owning some of the other fishing boats came to watch, faces clouded, brows drawn down in anger. “Tanira san, why are you setting up a boat for serious fishing? Do you really think that you can cut us out or lower the prices that you pay us?”

Tanira shook her head at their rudeness. “No, Satura san, we are not in any way trying to cut you out of anything. If you had only waited to see how the Rising Sun is rigged, you would know that. My boat is set up for trolling and the like line fishing.

“What we seek are cod, snappers, and such things. For you they are an occasional lucky by catch. If you have them, you will continue to get the same good prices as you have been.”

“One of my men told me that Minami . . .”

Patsu interrupted, “The child murdering thief who was just this day divorced from the honorable Tanira san? You expect him to say anything that would not cause her further harm?

“Even after it was proved in the Tribunal that all of his lies about Dee san being some sort of Sorcerous monster were totally false, he still tried to blame her for all of his problems! He ordered us to not finish healing his leg but still blames us for it not being neatly healed.

“He is madder than a sand flea!”

Abashed, Satura san cringed back a little and looked down, scraping his sandal on the wood of the dock. “That is true. We followed his lead and respected him for many years. I apologize for our unjust behavior.”

Tanira straightened up, bowing acceptance, she asked, “So will we be seeing you tomorrow at the public dock to buy your fish?”

“We will be there, Tanira san. I heard that you adopted Minara san and Takahara san. That is well done. We have seen how well you all work together and get along.

“May we watch the sea trials of your Rising Dawn?”

Dee chuckled as she strapped herself into floats, “Of course you may!” She pointed to the floats and added, “Yes, I can swim, though I don't really like to. My Aspect of Fire doesn't really get along with water!”

That drew a general laugh.

With all made ready, they cast off from the dock, stern line first and then the bow. A solid push from a boat hook gave them the room to unship the oars and begin rowing the Rising Dawn out a ways from the dock.

They let the boat coast while they raised the sail. It rose up along the fairly short mast, spreading out into a triangular fan shape, reaching from nearly the bow back just short of the stern and lifting well above the top of the mast. About a third of the sail was in front of the mast.

The Rising Dawn began to drift sideways. Wisely, one of the watchers commented, “Wind's wrong for this. It's going to just push them back to shore.”

Another of the watchers, shading his eyes with his hand, replied, “Don't think so. See, they are picking up speed going across the wind.”

Satura san added, “They are turning into the wind! Look! They are tacking around forty or forty five degrees into the wind. Now they are turning again! Still steep into the wind but coming back . . . And again, going back like they were before. Zigzaging right into the wind! I will have to talk to them about that rig! I might want to do one like it for my Sea Gull!”

They all watched as the Rising Dawn went sidways to the wind but slowly now. “They've put out a boom of some sort. I expect that is for their trolling.” Only a little time passed before, “Whoops! They either got a snag or they hooked something fair sized! Look at that boom bend!”

Aboard the Rising Dawn, Tanira and the girls were excitedly watching the trolling boom / crane bend nearly to the water. Patsu was manning the boom's line winch. She was counseling the others, “Get the big framed net to finish catching it! Takahara san, be ready to club it on the head when it is safely in the net! Be ready with a boat hook to the gills to finish pulling it in!

“Look! We can see it now! That snapper must be nearly a pace and a half long!”

The next few minutes were an organized chaos as they netted the fish in the framed net and pulled it up snug to the side of the boat! Takahara wielded the stout club to it's head to kill it! Dee slid the boat hook into it's gills and lifted the big snapper into the boat. It only took a moment to get the hook free and put the near monster into the catch box.

The triumphant girls made all sail for the public docks of Sabo, close to the Fish Market! Along the way, they caught three sand sharks as well! It was not long before they dropped the sail and finished their approach by oars.

The young women watching the Fish Market for Tanira saw them coming and sprinted down to the dock, pulling the cart with the box for fish on it!

The fishermen converged on them too! All wanted to know, “What did you catch!?”

As they were opening the Rising Dawn's catch box, Patsu smirked, “Just three moderate size sand sharks! And the biggest snapper that Sabo's ever seen!”

As they were loading the cart, one of the girls that had been watching the Fish Market was weeping quietly.

Miko asked gently, “Ontara san, what has you upset? You did a wonderful job keeping the Fish Market open and this trial of the Rising Dawn has gone very well.”

Ontara sniffled, “I wish that Ichuru was here to see it. I gave him the toy boat that got him drowned.”

Miko gave her a hug and replied, “No, Ontara san, it was not the toy boat that got him drowned. It was Minami, whose mind was twisted to evil by his leg.”

“His leg? What was wrong with his leg?”

Miko shook her head in bemusement as she explained, “He thought that he was transported to the Hospice by magic because he did not understand that he gave himself a deadly case of Gangrene. That started his fears. Then he thought that he saw us do something evil and forbade us to finish healing it. That caused a great scar that his working pants always hid. Only he was bothered by it but it drove him mad that he was scarred. That and his fear drove him to attacking us with lies, slanders, and even trying to ruin things of ours. It was that same madness that made him kidnap Ichuru and take him out in a stolen fishing boat.

“He demanded that a ten year old boy prove that he was a man by taking off the floats that would have saved him when he did fall in. His father and the others did not even notice when he went overboard.

“It was Minami, who drove himself to madness because of his leg, that killed Ichuru. His father gave him only anger and hate. You gave him a wonderful toy that he loved.

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Ooooohhh 3 akafuri WIPs??? Sign me up!! I'm curious what they are about, if you don't mind sharing ~

I'm glad to share! Most of these have chapters already posted (because self motivation can only get me so far lol) and I'll make sure to add a link for the ones that do

εὐήλιος - Act 2 of my ancient greece au which is more or less a retelling of the trojan war with the generation of miracles where akashi is "achilles" and furihata is "patroclus" if you know those names you know how this ends but I hope to make my take interesting and unique! Act 2 is the beginning and middle of the war where akafuri are an established couple taking on "troy" and them working through their problems as a real couple. I like this one alot bc it's the main idea I've been playing with for almost 3 years and as such it's very self indulgent.

Things That Hold Us Together: Steel Bolts and Tender Hearts - war android akashi is reawakened by technician furihata and decides to stay with him. That's what is on the can but it's been proving harder for me to develop character growth or a theme.

Sidenote: android/human aus tend to work because the character who is the android is the "bubbly personable" one while the character who is the human is "cold mean rude or similarly detached from normal social conventions" and an underlying question in the fic is what makes them so different if the android is more "humanlike" than the actual human? Alas this general theme is not applicable to my wip - this is just one example of my difficulties building this wip

Every Family Has Their Traditions - Newlyweds Akashi and Furihata are invited to play a game of Hide and Seek with Akashi's family on their wedding night but not everything is as it seems. This is based on my beloved Ready or Not (2019) horror movie (however I've added some distinctly akafuri twists to fit the ship, the akashi family, and the gender role/conventions of marriage) its a movie I've watched countless times and can't help plastering these two characters faces on the main leads (I even have fanart that I drew of akashi and furihata as screenshots from the film!!)

I started this half bc of my fascination with akafuri in the roles and half bc I reaaaaalllly wanted a horror fic involving them which leads me to-

Trust Me Darling Dear - This is in the beginning stages (and has been for months, rewriting, scrapping- it's a mess) but I'm hopeful that I'll convey what I want! I just need to see what I don't want first lol also we need more horror akafuri!!! As a treat! For me! Akafuri lends itself so well to the themes of comedy and horror- we got the comedy in butloads but it's time for horror- and I know that everyone who still ships them is. Hesitant to write Akashi in any light that could potentially demonize DID and there are authors who have managed to write these excellent surrealistic horror fics and I want to join them!

Read @carrot-felisidad 's Hannibal au series and @medium-dippers 's chainsawman oneshot! Edit: Tumblr keeps eating these links 😡

Unnamed wip - High school sweethearts that broke up meet once again after a decade apart on a flight back home from the usa. Alot of the time my ideas are spawned from one scene and it's hard to look past the one moment. In this I'm just hooked on the moment Furihata is settling in his seat and Akashi turns to greet him- they both call still, too stunned to say anything as their eyes rove over the love of their life and comparing them to their memories, seeing the physical manifestation of time in the fine lines around their eyes or mouth, how Furihata has this intense need to run away and also hold on tight to Akashi's arm. How they try to do small talk before it falls off and they steal glances at each other- ughhhhh they disgust me

And lastly,

Unnamed 5 +1 - the slow break up of akafuri from other people's perspectives. yeP

Those are all my current wips (if you don't count the ones that I'm not trying to actively think about- I got a star trek au, a cowboy/western au (that will never get developed agdhsjsh), and a waiter/regular au) thank you for the ask!!

[mashithamel]

Lover Unveiled: JR Ward, Black Dagger Brotherhood

* Rogeeeeeerrrrrr! Ok, I’ll try to contain my flashbacks to Adult Swim 20 years ago.

* Wow, how many storylines are we gonna cram in this one?

* I think we’re dealing with a number of mentally unstable people. Mae has her brother’s body stashed in ice in her bathtub. Totally normal.

* “You make peace with your circumstance, or you destroy yourself from the inside out.”

* THE COFFINS ARE FINALLY EXPLAINED!!!!!!! Also, super creepy to keep in the same place as all the shellans and kids. And were there really that many Brothers who went evil?

* No, I’m sorry, Sarah does not wear her lab coat to First Meal. That is both gross and not a thing. My experience with bench work is the lab coat doesn’t leave the lab.

* Also, Nate, your adoptive mother sobbing about tension in the family is the absolute wrong time to blurt out that you want to go live somewhere else. Like, they literally bought the house with a room just for you. Find a less emotionally charged moment, ok?

* It feels like Sahvage is intruding, but someone needed to know what was going on with Mae. Aside from her enabler, I mean (looking cross eyed at you, Tallah—you may be ancient and down on your luck, but that’s not excusing some really terrible advice you are passing down to a younger generation, you know the Book is trouble).

* Aww, the bonds of brotherhood are greater than evil. Balz makes a good choice.

* I’ve watched enough Supernatural to know driving your car through the salt line is going to mess it up. Maybe you should fix that so there’s no surprise waiting for you when you get back?

* Devina is very creative with her horrific murdering. 🤢🤢

* “I’m a good goddamn Irish Catholic. So demons gotta go.” “Are you sure Catholics can talk like that?” Heh

* I do love that they’ve got a terrible how you met story that they can argue about (affectionately) forever. I have one with my husband (did *not* involve an arterial bleed) and it remains cute to this day.

* “When it came to being a legend, all it took was one person to recognize that you were epic. That was it.” ❤️

* “Come in, come in,” yes, obviously this is going to be a mistake. It’s like she never watched Buffy or Supernatural before.

* Ok, before I shame Mae I should admit I didn’t clock Tallah as already being dead. She can mask the scent too? Neat trick.

* “and you liked that stew. Then again, it was really good. I put a lot of heart into it, I really did.” Now I’m grossed out by what was probably actually in that goop she called stew.

* Speaking of Buffy, Devina is totally Glory, right?

* “All will be well, Rhoger said.” I have watched WoT S3E4 multiple times now, so that phrase has special meaning to author had not intended 😊

* Ok, dead lover coming back to life in order to sink his fangs into a demon and drag her into a raging inferno to save his love’s life…that’s hot 🔥🔥🔥

* So…firery death happened to *none* of the three people/things it was intended for. I feel like V at least should have been suspicious enough to demand a search to verify the bodies.

Bottom line: THE COFFINS ARE EXPLAINED!!!!! Mae is actively losing her mind over losing her brother, Sahvage can’t lose his life despite his best efforts, and Devina continues to be disturbing.

Rating: two out of five unnecessarily painful rituals, but I’ll bump it up to two and a half for finally explaining those damn coffins.

[voice-freedom]

The Hidden Agenda of RACIRS: Manipulating Minds, Dividing Nations

In the shocking video Different Countries, the Same Script | What Do the Media Do to People?, a volunteer from ALLATRA specifically reveals the Truth that RACIRS, acting in a coordinated and large-scale manner, are capable of changing the course of American history through an attempt on Trump, and even the entire world.

The video Different Countries, the Same Script | What Do the Media Do to People?

also discusses the following:

What’s especially alarming is that politicians targeted by those campaigns naively attribute them to the actions of their political opponents, thereby overlooking a far more global threat. This mistake has proven fatal for many people. In reality, there is a much more powerful force behind these attacks — a force with significant international influence. Ultimately, all threads lead in one direction: the Russian pro-religious organization RACIRS and its leader, Alexander Dvorkin. To support my claims, let me provide a few examples. Certain anticultists who follow my videos (for reasons that are clear) have criticized me for being overly emotional.

Fine. Today, let’s stick to the facts.

Let’s take the case I already mentioned: the assassination attempt on Donald Trump, then a candidate for the U.S. presidency. As you may recall, Trump narrowly escaped with his life, sustaining a wound to his ear. This attack came almost immediately, just months after the attempt on Slovak Prime Minister Robert Fico. Similarities between the two incidents are so striking that even Fico remarked on them in a Facebook post, noting that the attack on Trump followed almost a "copycat scenario."

In both cases, a mechanism of mass informational conditioning, well-tested by RACIRS, was launched through controlled media long before the attacks. Those supposedly "independent" outlets systemically injected subliminal implants in the public consciousness, aimed at inciting division and fostering hatred toward the targets. In the lead-up to Trump’s assassination attempt, anticultists and their media agents actively demonized and dehumanized him, branding him as a "cult leader" and his supporters as "cultists," meaning, sectarians.

As early as in 2019, American anticultist Steven Hassan, formerly engaged in deprogramming — that involved abducting individuals and subjecting them to psychological and physical abuse for profit — published his book “The Cult of Trump”. There, he employed the manipulative tactic of guilt by association, comparing Trump to figures like Jim Jones, David Koresh, Ron Hubbard, and Sun Myung Moon — individuals whom anticultists have long portrayed as leaders of dangerous, destructive cults.

Hassan went even further, claiming that all Americans who supported Trump were members of a "cult" who, according to Hassan, were in a state of hypnotic submission and unaware of their own actions. Such claims carry an implicit message that Trump supporters are no longer free-thinking individuals, but brainwashed followers incapable of critical thought or objective assessment of their leader. Moreover, Hassan portrayed Trump as a narcissistic leader who cared about no one but himself.

To make it clear for you, this wasn’t just another book about Trump by an obscure author. At some point, the anticult narratives propagated by Hassan and other anticultists were picked up and actively promoted by leading American media outlets like The New York Times, The Washington Post, and others. Moreover, Hassan, the author of “The Cult of Trump,” suddenly became a sought-after guest on major American TV channels. There, he confidently and persistently spread key dehumanizing narratives about Trump and his supporters. Somehow, Hassan even managed to appear on CNN as an "expert," openly advocating for the forced "deprogramming" of American citizens. He suggested that worldviews of Americans need to be forcibly altered because, as he claims, Donald Trump has already negatively influenced the entire nation.

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"And the fact is that all of America needs deprogramming because Donald Trump has negatively influenced all of us."

If we dig just a little bit deeper and look at the facts that are in plain sight, it becomes clear that anticultist Steve Hassan is not only connected to other anticultists in the USA, but also in Europe and Russia. In particular, a number of facts point to his ties with RACIRS, which is covered in detail in “The IMPACT” documentary, so you can watch it and see it for yourselves.

Now, tell me: how is it possible for one anticultist to exert such significant influence without substantial backing and solid funding from someone highly interested in propagating the demonizing narratives about Trump to the masses? Clearly, such a sustained, targeted campaign must be supported by a powerful third party.

And here's another question: if this rhetoric is harmless, why is so much effort being made to amplify narratives on major media platforms about Trump's supposed "cultishness"? The goal is obvious: to foster a negative perception of Trump and his supporters within American society, portraying them as a "threat" and "subhumans" that must be "eliminated."

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This type of dehumanizing rhetoric was widely used by the Nazis against the Jewish population in the past, ultimately leading to a horrific genocide and the deaths of millions of innocent people. This kind of rhetoric inevitably results in violence against a labeled victim, which is perceived as justified and acceptable by those infected with the virus of hate.

Don’t you see clear parallels? And this is just referencing the Nazi manipulation techniques directly adopted by anticultists from Nazi ideologists like Walter Künneth. Add to this more advanced methods of behavior programming employed by modern ideologists from RACIRS and their agents, and it becomes apparent that the assassination attempt on Trump was a predictable outcome of such a demonizing media campaign.

In this case, as part of their global strategy to methodically destabilize the United States from within, ideologists from RACIRS found it more advantageous if Trump did not become a president.

Why?

Because, despite all his controversies, Trump represents an uncontrollable variable in their meticulously calculated plan. Especially given that Trump, a staunch proponent of genuine democracy, became a victim of their manipulative technologies himself. His unpredictability and determination to uphold democratic principles poses a direct threat to the plans of RACIRS ideologists aimed at establishing shadow control over American society.

In this context, the attempt on Trump's life was not just an isolated act of political violence, but a demonstration of how catastrophically vulnerable democracy is when faced with the threat of neo-Nazism revived by Russian anticultists from RACIRS. They have already turned the US political arena into a battleground for informational warfare. Under the guise of advocating free speech, they are systematically destroying foundations of democracy, sowing chaos, and deepening divisions among Americans.

Watch the full video Different Countries, the Same Script | What Do the Media Do to People?

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The Xiang Chronicles: Book Two Chapter 27

Title: The Xiang Chronicles: Book Two

Author: Jay Grayson

Word Count: 98k

Genres: Fantasy, adventure, drama, LGBT+

Available on: my website

Synopsis: With another Xiang in the mix, for the first time in history, Pangu decides to reevaluate his methods and his place in the world. Along with taking his little sister Heidi as his last disciple, he also chooses to take the more political path in his efforts to end the discord throughout the land—particularly within Terra. (And gaining favor from the handsome Lord of Ultimos does not hurt.)

Heidi butts heads with everyone in the group, save Raine, and tensions are higher than ever. There are failed love confessions, in-group fighting, and demons from Kira’s past but that all comes to a head when they meet a servant of Shakti who is more than what she seems.

Could it be that the Mistresses of Shadow are more nuanced than previously believed? Or that the strict dichotomy between light and dark are, perhaps, a touch exaggerated? That and more begin to plague Pangu’s mind and his faith wavers…

Full chapter 27 under the cut

Chapter XXVII:

The world felt still and far too cold. Pangu heard the words that came out of Merra’s mouth but he had a difficult time believing them. Yet, at the same time, it was impossible not to believe. There was plenty of evidence that her words rang true—much of Pangu’s travels lately had been putting him at odds, mentally, with his old path. It was really just the fact he did not want this to be reality. He did not wish to be faced with this crossroads in which the correct path was the unknown one, away from the familiar light.

There was no going back. No matter which choice he made, no matter what he did or said. He could feel it in his gut.

Kira’s tongue clicking was the only thing that took Pangu’s attention away from Merra. “Oh, fuck this,” his disciple said before throwing one of his many knives.

It sang across the air and embedded itself into the neck of one of the soldiers. Specifically, the one holding Viren hostage.

Blood spurted forth as the knife was immediately pulled out by a burst of air. Pangu had not done it and, normally, that would mean it was due to Heidi but now he was not sure. There were two other possibilities.

But, when the knife slashed across the ropes holding Viren in place, it became obvious that is was, actually, Heidi and not the other wind disciple, Gongji, or Merra. The barrier around Viren, as well, seemed to be down but that had most likely been held in place by the new Xiang and she had not thought to keep it active during the confrontation.

“Hey!” One of the other disciples yelled as Viren rushed down to where Oli was, hiding behind Raine.

Merra shook her head and stretched her arm out in front of her Enlil and Kyrie disciples. “Now, now, this does not need to escalate into a fight again.” Even if she was speaking to them, her eyes were set on Pangu.

He did not blink. “I do not wish to fight you, Merra, but I cannot agree to what you are doing.”

“So you turn your back on our teachers? On Tiandi?” She set a hand over her heart while her brows furrowed deeply. Her sincerity was difficult to gauge and that fact made Pangu all the more nervous.

“No offense,” Kira started but then immediately back tracked, “Oh wait, no, full offense, but those teachers you have are shit. Why not think for yourself instead of blindly following orders?”

“Yeah!” Heidi seconded. “This whole thing is clearly poor planning. My brother was helping to bring together Terra and no one died when he did it!”

“This looks like a mad scramble for power—nothing more,” Baiya added.

Pangu was glad to have them all behind him (though he would not have ever doubted them, to be fair) and he glanced between each of them with a faded smile. Heidi was closest with her axe gripped in both hands, bouncing between her heels, ready to go. Farther right was Baiya, also with his weapon out, staring down the new disciples in anticipation. At his left was Kira, in less of a fighting stance than the others but Pangu knew from experience that he was actually ready to let knives fly at any second despite his seemingly relaxed posture. Then there was Raine—trident in front of him and Viren and Oli behind him, shielded.

“For their existence, Xiang have never been meant to be political tools yet this entire plan stinks of politics,” Raine said after shooting a glance behind his shoulder, making sure the lord and lord-in-training were both safe and okay.

“So Pangu is allowed freedom to do what he wishes but I am held to the old standards?” Merra griped and then shook her head as if to disregard the entire conversation.

“I think you know what the difference is,” Pangu responded anyway. He had made a conscious effort to move into political territory only after she had been named a Xiang and it was a long, arduous decision—one he made personally and not with the council of his elders. She had been specifically instructed by the same people who had warned Pangu of the dangers of political involvement.

He stepped forward and held up his hands, ready to fight fire with fire—literally, if need saw it—and he met her eyes.

Merra, however, chuckled. “You want to fight? The five of you against the five of us, my army, and the spirits?”

Pangu shook, an insidious fear gripping him even as he tried to thwart it. They could win, they were better trained and, as a whole, had been at the Xiang thing for longer. He kept repeating those facts to himself but it did not help to steady his legs much.

“Fine then.” Merra’s face soured when no one put their weapons away. She let her hands fall at her sides but she whistled out, the shrill sound bouncing through the empty hall.

The action was baffling until a whistle answered her. It was much quieter and more direct and it also ended when it made contact with Kira’s neck. A dart, long and feathered, stuck from him but he pulled it off in a hurry. He was not quick enough, however, and he fell to his knees and then to the ground, face first.

Raine rushed over, shouting “Kira!” along with everyone else. He turned him over so he would not drown in the stagnant water. At the same time, Baiya spotted where the dart had come from and he held up his hand, seeing nothing but red.

“Fuck you!” He growled as he roasted the soldier on the balcony. His fire engulfed the man entirely, sending him up in a crackling flame that drew out a few agonizing screams before the flesh was completely cooked.

He was next.

The fire from his hand died and Baiya stumbled to his knees. A dart stuck him in his arm, just above his elbow and, at the last second, he made an effort to land on his back at least.

Pangu looked between his other standing disciples, Viren, and Oli. Each of them slapped a hand to a different part of their body where they had also been hit. One after the other, they fell, down into the shallow pool of water.

Judging by their breaths and their energy, they were not dead—just knocked out. That did not still the anger in Pangu any, however.

Fire flickered in his palms and he stepped closer to the new Xiang and her disciples. He would fight all of them at once if necessary. Wind whipped up around him and he sent out a few, individual gusts to retrieve the soldiers with the blow darts. Even if he knew they were up there, he did not wish to have to keep up a barrier around himself in case they reloaded and shot at him.

Pangu knocked them each against the walls, rendering them unconscious as well and letting their bodies fall to the ground. He did not look away from Merra the entire time and he kept glaring at her when he held up the other soldiers with air and slowly choked them.

“Gongji, get them,” she instructed without blinking.

It was a struggle for Gongji to release the air’s hold on the men but, once he did, he escorted them out of the throne room. The other three disciples jumped in front of Merra, each eager for combat.

The Kyrie disciple, Bofu, collected the water in the room, ready to send it in Pangu’s direction. He created a cyclone of water and hurled it forward but Pangu did not move.

The spout erupted into a cloud of steam around Pangu. Kubja struck next, jutting out a line of earth toward him. Pangu held out his hand and stopped it, even pushing it back toward the old man who struggled to expend any more energy.

“Keep him occupied,” the Agni disciple shouted and began to manifest a ball of fire.

Pangu already knew the plan so he shoved the earth harder, sending Kubja and Bofu back to the far wall. He then absorbed the fire and shot it back at Ashoka without any regard.

Merra pulled her Agni disciple in closer to her and wrapped them in a barrier or air while the fire lipped off and around them

As Pangu blasted them with all of the energy and anger he felt, he forgot that the Enlil disciple had left. He was abruptly reminded when the man floated down from the rafters and blew a small tornado toward him. Since it was so sudden, there was little time to prepare and Pangu just shielded himself and anchored his feet down with the earth.

“You may have more experience than we do but we will wear your energy down eventually,” Merra said with certainty, “You cannot fight us all on your own.”

“But I will,” he argued, whipping up more energy around himself, ready for the next round.

“I do not just mean myself and my disciples, Pangu,” she continued and glided forward and down the steps to be level with him. With a wide gesture of her arm, the air behind her right side shimmered. “I mean them.”

A ripple formed in the space and a light blue color emerged, slowly taking form. Like a long, thick worm at first and then the details sharpened. Shining scales, long, hair-like whiskers, and a face as fierce as a wild beast. The crystalline eyes were especially callous and regarded Pangu with what felt like hatred.

Not even the full body was on display—there was not enough room for it—only the head and a few feet of the neck emerged from the portal but that alone was suffocating.

“I told you the spirits were on my side.” Merra looked to the dragon with an upturned lip. “There are countless among them who would be willing to help me fight…you do not stand a chance.”

The prospect of fighting a great dragon from the spiritual realm was daunting, surely, and Pangu recalled his youth when he wanted nothing more than to look upon one of them at least once before death. He could not exactly appreciate the opportunity now.

His heart pounded all the way up into his ears and his hairline soaked with sweat but he still raised his hands, sparking to life new flames in each palm.

“You stubborn fool,” Merra cursed before throwing her arm out toward him. “Subdue him!”

Bright blue light grew in the dragon’s eyes and mouth. Pangu watched it closely and waited. He waited until the very last second and then he dove out of the way.

He hit the ground and rolled onto his shoulder as the jet of water pelted the front entrance to the throne room with enough force to break the door from its hinges.

Adrenaline brought him back to his feet but he still only had the reaction time of a mortal. By the time he was standing, the dragon had already recharged and was shooting out water again. Pangu attempted to run to the side but the edge of the attack hit his arm, throwing him back and slowing him down.

The dragon had only to turn her head and aim the full force of her attack at the Xiang.

He was sent into a pillar, crashing against it and being held there until the pressure let up. His legs refused to cooperate and it was difficult to breathe.

Pangu coughed and tasted blood as he slid to the ground. His vision blurred and he worried how hard his head had smacked against the marbling.

The image of Merra and the dragon went in and out of focus but he refused to pass out. Darkness lingered in his peripherals but he stared at her, unyielding.

“Pangu,” she said, “Do not fight anymore or I will instruct her to kill your disciples. Do you understand?”

He tried to nod but no part of him was listening. So he muttered. “I…yes.”

Merra walked closer, splashing through water until she was just a few feet from Pangu. She kneeled down and reached out to him, holding his face up with her hand propped under his chin. “Listen to me. Your mentors do not want you to suffer. There is a way for you to remain Xiang and alive. Your disciples and Lord Viren will be taken to the dungeon instead of executed. Are you interested?”

The edges of his vision grew darker and Pangu struggled and kept his eyes on her. “What is it…that you want?” he forced the words out.

He might not have been able to see her well but he could see that she smiled then. “You and I will marry, here in Ultimos. It is a ceremony of unity and it will calm the people…give them hope. Will you both inspire the people and ensure the safety of your disciples, Pangu? Or will you fight only to watch them all die?”

It was not as if he truly had a choice. Her wording really frustrated him but he did manage to nod. “I will do it…”

“Good choice,” as she spoke, the dragon slowly faded out, returning to the spirit realm.

Pangu continued to fight for consciousness but his body won out in the end. Still, he woke up occasionally, usually in transit with someone carrying his body. His view was of the ground as he was thrown over a shoulder, making him even more lightheaded and that forced him back to the abyss.

When he really woke up, he was bound and sitting in a carriage, sandwiched between Gonji and Merra. An oppressive veil of energy was blanketed over him, preventing him from any sudden escapes. It was not as if he was in any physical condition to try anything, he thought.

His mind quickly switched to his disciples, Viren, and Oli. They were to be taken to the dungeons but Pangu hoped they would wake up on the way and free themselves. Then, maybe they could free him as well.

It was little more than wishful thinking, he knew, but it kept him from despairing too much as he bounced around in the carriage, headed to an unknown destination.

The room he was led to was on the first floor of the temple to Tiandi at the center of Ultimos. It was an impressive building and one that could be seen from almost anywhere in the city yet Pangu had not visited it before this moment. He barely got a view of the inside before he was pushed through a door.

There were actually two doors, one after the other. The first opened into a short hallway which led to the second. And, beyond that second door was a small room with one window.

Before Pangu could get ahead of himself with thoughts of escape, he noticed a strong energy coming from the window, suggesting spiritual activity. He could not tell what kind of spirit guarded it at first glance but he could discern that, if he were to touch the window, he would probably be harmed in some way.

Merra and her disciples piled into the room as well and she kept her hand on Pangu’s arm as she instructed them. “Bofu, check on the prisoners—make sure the proper locks are in place. Ashoka and Gongji, find the event planner and speak to them about the weekend plans. Kubja, guard the door.”

Each of them nodded and left, only Kubja did not leave the second door, he stood in front of it.

Pangu sat down on the edge of the bed. It was the nicest part of the otherwise plain room with four posters and a white, nearly transparent canopy over the top. He had to push the canopy aside to properly sit. “So the wedding is this weekend, huh?”

Merra chucked under her breath and began to pace in front of him. “The sooner the better, I believe.”

“Was this my mentors’ plan as well? This marriage?”

She smiled for a second. “Yes. They do not want to let you go, I think, but they have agreed that you can no longer be trusted to make decisions on your own. At best, you are a figure head and, so long as you play your part, everyone can be a little happier.”

Pangu felt sick but he still had questions, even if he was slightly afraid of the answers. “And then what? After the marriage?”

“You will stay here…maybe give speeches every so often or lead events in the city to keep morale high.”

“No, I meant for you.”

Merra stopped pacing and stared at him. “Oh.” She walked slowly to one side then stopped again. “We figure once Terra is united, we can turn to Enlil next. The royal situation there is divided so they will either bend with ease or we can incite a civil war to make them weaker and take them one by one. Kyrie is the challenging one since they are under one King. Hopefully, with enough diplomacy, we can arrange an alliance. Then we go against Shakti.”

Pangu felt his brows dip as a frown formed on his face. “What about Agni?”

“What about them? They will never join an alliance with the Xiang.” Merra scoffed as though it were obvious. “Plus, having an outlying country will give the Chaaya and Shakti somewhere to flee to. We can agitate them into showing themselves and then we launch a full attack. All of our forces against hers.”

“With the people of Agni as collateral damage?”

“There you are again, focusing on the small details,” she replied and turned on her heel, facing away from him. Her guard was still up and in full force, however. “Your slow and steady approach cannot be used now. This has become a war and we need to have as many people on our side as possible if we have any hope of winning.”

“This could change the world forever,” he mumbled, horrified.

“I know!” Merra turned back around with a wide smile. “Is it not exciting? This could be our last fight against Shakti. We could end her for good!”

Was that what their mentors had promised her? Pangu wondered. She seemed to have no thoughts or ideas of her own, aside what she had been told and it was that quality that, almost certainly, attracted Tiandi. Her blind devotion and willingness to do, quite literally, whatever she was told was both sad and terrifying.

“I see you are not understanding,” Merra said, getting his attention back on her. Her brow furrowed for a second before she narrowed her eyes. “Or you do understand but you are unhappy about the idea.”

“I have made my stance quite clear, I believe.” Pangu did not have the mental strength to comb through every single pitfall of her “plan”. Despite that, he still said, “Your methods will kill a lot of innocent people.”

As if to purposefully paint herself in an even worse light, she rolled her eyes. She then began to pace yet again. “Only evil people. Those who defy me and, by extent, Tiandi.”

“You cannot possibly believe that,” Pangu responded, his jaw unable to close.

Merra wagged her index finger about. “The righteous will fall in line. And, if you are worried about your disciples in this scenario, so long as you uphold your side of things, they will be safe as well. I promise. Even the ex-Chaaya can be offered divine providence if you follow Tiandi’s new plans for you.”

He did not trust her at all and he could no longer look at her.

She must have taken that as some sort of sign to move in closer. Though she did not put her hands on him, Pangu could still feel her presence battering down over the top of him.

“This is not personal, Pangu. I think you should know that. I hold no ill will toward you…” Merra took a softer tone and then stepped away. “You should get some rest. Meditate on this and, perhaps, Tiandi will bless you with divine understanding, as He has for me.”

The sound of the door clicking closed let Pangu know that she was gone and, in his solitude, he lay back on the bed and stared at the canopy, feeling the pit in his stomach grow and writhe.

Perhaps meditation was not a bad idea after all. Perhaps, through it, he could find a way to speak to his old teachers again. He had no hope in getting Merra to listen to him but maybe they would lend him their ear?

He closed his eyes when he realized he had no faith in them either. He had no faith in anyone or anything, it seemed. What was once holding him up and propelling him forward was now shattered around him like glass.

[demonslayedher]

Things that ran through my mind while watching this episode:

--Alternative title: "Kamado Tanjiro Soothes the Hearts of Aching Writers"

--Like, Kyogai's journey as a writer ends with Tanjiro choosing to respect his written word by not stepping on it, whereas Zenitsu's future as the author of "The Legend of Zenitsu" is just beginning as he's on the brink of meeting the heroine. I don't know whether this is poetic or an insult.

--In any case, Tanjiro has far more respect for Kyogai's writings.

--But!! That being said!!!! This episode showcases Zenitsu's narrative strengths, as he mentally recaps his own life stories and in this case, the merits he found in Tanjiro, whom he chooses to believe in. I've always loved Zenitsu's bittersweet reflections, they have such a lyrical quality to them. He is possessed of much talent, when he cares about something enough (which, to be fair, isn't always... or even most of the time).

--So! Back to the beginning of this episode, we get the recap of Tanjiro's self-empowering speech set to some of my favorite BGM of the first season. Granted, it's some of my favorite because I got so accustomed to hearing it on the first Mugen Ressha trailer than was playing everywhere, so I came to associate it Rengoku-san, and then I was surprised when I didn't hear it in the movie, hahaha~

--That said, I think a lot of this BGM got retired after the first season, but they took what worked and kept developing on it later, so KnY sounds more like KnY as the anime goes on.

--I LOVE THIS BATTLE SEQUENCE SO MUCH. It's just such a fun watch!! Look at all that believable movement!! Of course Tanjiro was impressed, we all were! You did great, Kyogai! You did great, Ufotable!

--All this, while we get such a good dive into both their heads, too. Tanjiro is very actively growing as a swordsman over the course of this battle, whereas Kyogai is stewing, as writers are so prone to.

--And Kyogai is so taken aback by everything Tanjiro verbalizes that he just finds himself going along and responding, again, I think this is because Kyogai was trying to write an epic about heroes, and Tanjiro says things that literary heroes would.

--The whole device of the paper falling everywhere not only looks dramatic in the context of a rotating room, but Tanjiro actively benefits from it in how it adjusts his thinking, and passively benefits from how emotionally affected Kyogai is by Tanjiro's innocuous action.

--Seriously, there are so many levels to why Pep Talk Boy .vs. Bop-It Demon was such a good battle.

--Tanjiro slayed Kyogai with those words of validation before the blade even reached his neck.

--What was Chachamaru doing this whole time? Was he sprawled against the wall with claws dug into the wood?

--Kiyoshi landed a hit on Tanjiro's forehead which actually hurt him! Whoa!! Maybe Kiyoshi was the one with demon slayer potential!! Teruko also did her best, she had to have been the one who ran around collecting all that ammo! Good job, children!!!

--But Shoichi and Zenitsu interactions remain my favorite.

--So, back to Zenitsu, I already expressed praise for his narrative inclinations, but the sunny sky background they gave Tanjiro like the one in his inner space?? Was Zenitsu hearing the sound of Tanjiro's inner space??? Is it the sound of sunshine????? AND THAT LINE BEING INCLUDED IN "THE SONG OF KAMADO TANJIRO" ALWAYS GETS ME, AAAAAAHHHHH

--Allow me to praise Zenitsu for his courage in the face of charging boar, too. Zenitsu!!! You are brave!! You are dependable!!!

--This was the point when, despite myself, I found myself really liking Zenitsu after all on that first watch. Inosuke, however, I found myself hating even more.

--This fight they have, though. It's so visceral and grounded, it's just two boys roughing it out without expending fantastical powers worthy of fighting demons. From, say, a stage combat perspective, there's a satisfying amount of dynamism to it which keeps them moving, and in every action they are both committed to a single goal. They respond how they hinder each other, and it builds realistically as a situation Zenitsu had gotten himself stuck in as a punching bag.

--And I'm so glad Tanjiro recognizes his efforts. He was already saying when they entered the mansion that he "can tell, Zenitsu is--" (really strong, but he didn't get to finish that statement), but here, he gets to see that when Zenitsu tries, he can be very dependable. If anything, Tanjiro's annoyances with Zenitsu stem from the fact that Tanjiro knows Zenitsu is capable. (Contrast this his treatment of Inosuke in the following episode, "that's ok, we all have our own strengths and limits, you can rest").

--That said, what a long and overly dramatic end to this episode. Ufotable may have run out of steam for how to fill to the final seconds after all that dedication on animating the Kyogai battle and the Zenitsu & Inosuke spat.

[moemoemammon]

(Two things, 1. This is my first time requesting so I'm sorry if this is not the thing to do it, and 2. Sorry if somethings is misspelled or grammatically incorrect, eng is not my first language:p)

May I request some of the bros, specially Mammon, Luci and Satan, with a MC who's similar to Lucifer in some aspects (like, some of their manners are the same as his and sometimes they're little bit too strict) and after a while they discover that its bc MC is also an older sibling. And (only if you want) meeting their younger sibling, please 🙏

Btw love your works ♡♡♡

Lucifer Number 2~

(Feat. GN!MC and the Demon Bros)

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Lucifer

It doesn't occur to Lucifer how similar the two of you are, but the first thing he realizes is how pleasant conversations with you can be. You both share common interests, your tastes suit his own, and you seem to be the only competent person in this house.

You're the responsible type, and he likes it. He'll sometimes find you scolding his brothers for their behavior too, and as amusing of a sight as that may be, he doesn't want you to be burdened with their idiocy.

AND you're the eldest sibling in your household? Cheers to that. You too know the weight of being the responsible oldest, and the role one must take to ensure their siblings grow up well. You too know that you'd rather your siblings have things easier than you did.

But there's one thing he finds annoying... You can NEVER speak your feelings, and act as if it’d kill you to do so. He can respect secrecy when it's appropriate, but Lucifer would like to know what's on your mind. Not only that, but you can be HORRIBLY headstrong. There's nothing that can stray you away from what you've already decided.

"MC, I request that you take a few days off from school to do as you please. I've already spoken with Diavolo and your professors, and you've been given an excuse. I know you'll study anyway, so I've dropped off your assignments in your room. But... you should rest. It isn't good for you to be pushing yourself so hard. Hm? You're calling me a hypocrite?"

Mammon

As if one Lucifer wasn't enough. Now there's TWO of em?! Why's his luck gotta be so lousy!

Definitely the first to realize how much like Lucifer you are, and was SHOOK. Seriously, what gives?! What horrors exist in the human world that could've made you like THAT..?

Ever since you showed up, it's been impossible to get away with anything! He can't sneak out of the house because you're always there somehow, you tattle on him when you catch him leaving anyone's room, and you won't even let him copy your homework! What gives?!

Avoids you like the plague. You're no fun! There's only rare moments when you're kinda okay, and he likes those the best. The times when you're kinda sensitive and you'll drop the high and mighty act. But then you're back to being a pest!

"For the billionth time, I ain't got time to study! There's money to be made, and a guy like me ain't gonna waste a second lookin' at a dumb book when I could be- H-Huh?! You're gonna call Lucifer?! N-now, there's no need to be so hasty, right? Oi!! I'm sorry, damn it-!"

Levi

What's the deal with Lucifer number two? As comedic of a trope as that may be, Levi doesn't really care for having two nagging types in the house. Especially a human...

When you're in his room, all you do is nitpick about how he should tidy up and open a window! Don't you know that an otaku's room is his pride and joy?! It's a sacred space not to be trampled on by the opinions of a normie!!!

But still... he has to admit that even if you don't get all the stuff he's talking about, you at least try to understand it. And there are even some of his interests that you're genuinely invested in!

You might be a pain in the neck and harass him about annoying things, but he guesses he can deal with it if you'll actually sit through a TSL marathon with him...

"I-I'll lend you this manga, so make sure you read it! And when you're finished with that, I'll lend you the spin-off series by the author's brother! I know you'll like it, since you're interested in gritty stuff. Oh, and- Huh? My laundry? Y-yeah.... I'll do that.."

Satan

You are... surprisingly good company. Satan enjoys talking to you over afternoon tea, and the two of you share stories between one another.

But still, he can't shake the feeling that there's something... unpleasantly familiar about your personality. It isn't until you say something that sounds suspiciously similar to what Lucifer would say that he realizes who you remind him of. And oh, he hates it.

Tries playing pranks on you, but somehow they never go to plan. How that is is beyond him, but you never fall for anything! No matter how sweet his smile, you're always rightfully suspicious. You're annoyingly meticulous about checking your surroundings, and you're so aware of yourself that it's troublesome! Be more gullible!!

The king of petty has decided that its now his life goal to make you fall for at least one of his pranks. He doesn't care how elaborate he has to make it, or how unrewarding the payoff may be. He'll make you pay for seeing his brother in two places at once.

"MC, would you like to join me this afternoon for a book reading? Though, I'd love it if you could read this book in particular. I think you'll find it very-.... Hm? 'Isn't this the cursed book that makes you grow hair all over your body', you ask? Ahaha.... tch."

Asmo

Come now, there can't be TWO killjoys in the house! That's way too depressing!! It was funny at first to see that there's someone who can match the scary Lucifer's energy, but now it's becoming a nuisance!

You won't even go to the countless parties he's invited you to! Hell, you barely even give yourself room to mess around a little? Isn't it boring being so tightly wound? You're in luck, because the adorable Asmo-chan knows the PERFECT way to let loose~

You'll RARELY let him close to you, and that's usually when you're tired of him harassing you. Then he gets the honor of playing with your hair while you've got no energy to fight back! He'll style it wonderfully for you!

Also nags you to take better care of yourself. You're not a demon, so you have to care for your health! These late night study sessions are giving you bags under your eyes! And stop taking on so many extracurricular activities!

"Geez, MC! I didn't think you'd die from overworking, but that's the path you're headed on! You really are like Lucifer, you know? That being said, I'll do my best to make sure you relax! Shall we begin~?"

Beel

Beel may not be too bothered by Lucifer's strictness, but that doesn't mean he's immune to it. To think that even a human can be like that...

It's nice to see that you can take care of yourself, but aren't you working too hard? Your grades are good and you've got many interesting talents, but you also have to properly rest.

Has started bringing you snacks on the regular. And don't even think about skipping meals, because he won't allow it. He'll literally pick you up and bring you to the table if he has to. And if you're staying up late to study? He'll carry you to bed. Don't try to protest.

Beel is your babysitter now and there's nothing you can do about it. It's good to be responsible, but don't think about trying to take care of everyone else if you can't care for yourself. Now eat these twelve meat buns he bought for you.

"MC, let's eat lunch together. I know you were going to skip because I heard you talking to Solomon earlier, and I won't let you. Ah, don't worry about not having money, because I've already bought you some lunch. Let's eat in the courtyard."

Belphie

NO.... IT CAN'T BE... THIS HAS TO BE A NIGHTMARE....HE WANTS TO WAKE UP....

You're such a drag. You harass him to attend student council meetings, but him about his studies, and won't let him avoid a single obligation he has. What are you, his mother?

Has 100% joined forces with Satan to try to make you fall for many, many unsuccessful pranks. Are you curse proof or something? When he tried a '10 hour bed-head' spell on you, it just rebounded right to him! Then he found out that you'd borrowed a spell repelling amulet from Solomon and realized just how prepared you are...

When you aren't bothering his entire soul by trying to make him do things, you're actually nice to talk to. You're knowledgeable, you pay attention to the people around you, and you can always read a room. He likes to ask you for advice sometimes.

"Aren't you tired of being like that all the time? So... attentive, I mean. You should just take a nap some time. Or better yet, take the week off. Maybe I'll teach you how to properly relax? Then you might finally be able to take that stick out of your- ow... What're you hitting me for?"

[simpz-art-stash]

Late Beginnings [Ch. 2]

Summary: Macaque’s gotten over the biggest gap on his side of the burnt bridge between him and his broke af relationship with Wukong. Now he’s gotta take an even bigger leap in hopes of getting MK to give him a chance as well.

(Author’s note: DUNNO IF THERE’LL BE MORE BUT WE’LL SEE, FEEL FREE TO SUGGEST STUFF TO PUT IN HERE)

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It should’ve been easy, a kid like MK had a good head on his shoulders, enough to see the good in all besides himself.

It should’ve been easy.

So then why the hell was he still standing on the sidelines mulling over what to say to the kid who was just a few yards away training under the careful eye of his mentor?

What could he say? The same to Wukong? He felt that might be a bit too cliche, even if it had worked.

‘Just barely.’

Mac sighed, brushing his hair back and watching the two practice stillness together, Wukong resting on his tail in a lotus position while MK stood on one foot, straining to keep his posture in check. Even with the staff being used as a counter-balance his muscles flexed against the lack of support in his other leg.

Maybe he could offer him something? Nothing major of course, something innocent but worthwhile and thoughtful. Demon head’s wouldn’t do, the kid had no real use for those, nor would he probably appreciate a trophy that wasn’t his. What did kids even like these days anyways? He thought of toys but, MK was practically a bigger kid than most other cub’s. Most kids like him usually just kept to popular places or their phones…

Decisions decisions…

A small yelp forced him out of his thoughts, his gaze shifting back over to MK who had since fallen back on his butt. Groaning and complaining like usual before Wukong gave him the ol’ ‘keep it up!’ attitude, prompting MK to simply nod and give it another try.

‘Geeze, and I thought my training was harsh. At least I gave him actual critique on his form…’

Then an idea flashed in his mind, popping off like a rocket and he suddenly found himself with something worthwhile.

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“Alright bud, I think that’s enough of that. Why don’t you hit the bench, I need to go check on the kids back inside n’ make sure they haven’t left a mess after that marathon I set up for em.” Wukong claimed, patting MK on the back before turning away. Offering a curt wave as he left, “Call me if you need me!”

“Alright, I will!” MK sighed and made his way over to a makeshift seat, which happened to be nothing more than a split log. And proceeded to take his headband off if not to just drench his hair in some of the water from one of the bottle’s he’d brought along with him. Before guzzling the rest of it down like he hadn’t drank in forever.

“I see he’s been keepin’ you on your toes. Full pun intended.” Mac commented, earning him a startled squeak from MK who had just about spat his drink out when Mac rounded him from behind to sit himself down on the opposing side of the log.

MK had heard a little snippet from MKing about Macaque trying to make amends, he didn’t get the full details but he’d heard enough to know to keep an eye out for the guy. Not that he wasn’t already always on high alert for any suspicious activity.

“Guh- yeah.” MK coughed a little, rubbing his throat a little as he cleared it. “It hasn’t been uh, easy, but I think I’m gettin’ better. Just need to try harder or whatever…”

“Mmm…” Mac let his gaze concentrate on the immortal peach tree Wukong had planted out in the front of his yard, it having long since bloomed and been picked clean.

MK shifted a little under the uncomfortable silence that spread between the two, there wasn’t tension in it per sey, but it was still a lil awkward for him to just outright be chatting it up with the same guy who had once tried to kill him at one point.

“So uh..I was hoping to..make it up to you, what with everything that happened the last time…” Mac’s face squinted a little, his tail irritably swaying behind him, it seemed this was just as awkward for him as it was MK.

“Uhm..okay?..” MK veered a little away from the guy, not too sure how to handle that. “Hey if this is about the whole ‘you trying to kill me thing’ then uh, hey man we’re cool.”

“What? I mean yeah but, it’s more than just that..” Mac fiddled idly with the hem of his cloak, the things color long since having been worn down from the elements. “A lot more…”

“Complicated?” MK quirked a brow at him.

“Yeeaaahh…”

“Heh, been there. Done that.” MK nodded, not that it was anything to be proud of.

“He didn’t tell you?” Mac looked at MK finally with a concerned expression.

“About you and him?? I mean..yeah he told me a lil..mostly just warned me to keep an eye out for you but…” MK rubbed the back of his neck out of nervous habit, shifting under the demon’s gaze.

“Of course he didn’t…” Mac sighed with a frown, “Well, maybe that’s where I can help you out. I know Wukong, he doesn’t exactly give you the full picture so easily, then again he’s never really had a student before either so.”

“So?”

‘So, he won’t just outright give you the benefit of the doubt just like that, especially if you just say you’ll give him whatever advice he wants. He’ll think you’re just trying to pull him from Wukong again or worse.’

“What I mean to say is, if you want to correct your form with that whole balancing thing, you should try putting less focus into just your foot, and put it towards your whole body.” Macaque stated plainly, his gaze shifting away back to the peach tree.

“Oh..uhm..alright?...Thanks???” MK blinked, none too sure what to make of that, but he wasn’t trying to kill him, or hurt his feelings so, maybe that was a good thing??

“Feel free to mention it to him…” Macaque claimed, his gaze softening before he got up finally and began to walk elsewhere.

“h-Wait!” MK called out, standing up right then. To which Macaque of course obliged, though he kept his back facing kid.

“..are you..like...being serious about that whole, ‘making amends’ thing?..” MK squinted at him suspiciously, even if Macaque could lie about his true intentions, MK at least thought it right to ask. Considering everything else…

“Yes.” Mac stated, his tail curling a little behind him.

“Ohkaaay... “ It was still hard to tell but, “Then why’re you trying to?-”

“Because he told me to.” Mac claimed, his head turning just enough to share a glance with the kid. “Don’t get the wrong idea..it was wrong of me, but.”

“Buuut?”

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“But whatever you do, you gotta stop lyin’ about the real stuff.”

Mac grunted, that was probably gonna be the hardest trial of his to overcome. For him, lying was basically his day by day means of survival. “I think I’d rather cut my own tongue out at that point an be mute then cut that out.”

The chick shrugged, “Hey, I’m just sayin’. Honesty is the best policy. Even if it hurts to hear it, better said than left for dead. You want em to trust you again? You gotta earn it. A few pretty words ain’t never gonna be enough. You gotta put some effort behind em.”

“Uuuugh.” He rolled his eyes, already regretting having decided to go through with the whole thing. “Fine...but if I get my ass beat because someone couldn’t take the heat, I’ll hunt you down.”

“I’ll take that chance.” The chick smirked.

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Macaque sighed, he could already imagine just how easy it’d be to screw up something so casually done by others. Century old lies he’d held onto for most his life being the worst one’s, with how gnarled they were from the many times they’d been knotted by his reasons to keep them from being undone by any means necessary. He’d run from them for such a long time though, enough to the point where he’d finally hit the end of his lead, and now he was forced to look back at the mess he’d caused.

It wasn’t a pretty sight at all.

But that didn’t mean he couldn’t go back and try to fix some of it. Now matter how long it took, little by little. He just had to be careful in doing so or else he’d just get himself wrapped up in knots all over again.

“...I..” Just say it, even if it’s half the truth.

“I didn’t want to see you waste that potential under a guy who wouldn’t appreciate it...” Macaque claimed, his gaze shifting away.

That...was probably the first time MK had ever seen Mac show a genuine side of himself before. Even during training he’d been distant and strict, similar to Wukong but a lot less merciful in a spar. Where with Mac, bruises were lessons learned.

“...Thanks. For the uh..advice I mean.”

Macaque stiffened a little at the response, but he didn’t spoil it for fear of ruining what little ground he had on that bridge.

“Anytime.”

And then he was gone.

[cah0mie]

To all my MCs that never really Enjoyed Celebrating their Birthday

Mammon: Alright! What does everyone have planned?

Asmo: I bought them multiple massagers so they can have a relaxing, stress-free day!

Satan: I bought them the new book series for them from their favorite author. I figured we could discuss the meaning throughout the story together.

Lucifer: I convinced Diavolo to give them the day off from any school activities so that they may rest, since they have worked hard it was an easy request. I also made a reservation at Ristorante Six.

Beel: I practiced how to make their favorite dish perfectly so they can have a delicious lunch!

Levi: I bought them the new most popular game they really wanted to try!!

Belphie: Uuhhhh guys? I don't know about this. I mean don't you remember what happened when we asked what they wanted?

Mammon: When they said they didn't want to celebrate? I've thought of that, and I have a plan!

Satan: This ought to be good.

Levi: Why exactly are we letting him run things anyway?

Mammon: Shut up and listen up! We don't have to celebrate anything! We can just try to help them unwind a little. Just friends trying to help their other friend, for no reason at all!

Satan: That sounds so suspicious, they would realize what we were up immediately!

Mammon: Do you have a better plan!?

Satan: ....... *Sighs* No....

Lucifer: Then I guess that's our best shot at doing this for them.

Belphie: I'm not entirely thrilled about following a plan made by Mammon, but I agree that it's the only idea we have.

Asmo: That's pretty sad..

Mammon: Shut up! All of you!

Lucifer: Moving on, I have already told MC that we have no school tomorrow. Hopefully they will sleep in and buy us some time.

-next morning 9:00-

MC: Shit....slept in a bit late didn't I?

-there's a knock on the door-

MC: Come in.

Asmo: Oh good you're awake!

MC: Just woke up. What's up?

Asmo: Oh, just got you a little something~ *carries in a tray with a cover on it*

MC: ..... Asmo..... What is this?

Asmo: I just thought you deserved *takes the cover off* Breakfast in bed.

MC: ...... *Stares at Asmo* What's the occasion?

Asmo: Can't I just do something nice because I fell like it.

MC: You're a demon.

Asmo: But YOUR demon, right?

MC: *shakes head, smiling* Thank you for the food, it looks great.

Asmo: Oh, but that's not all. *Retrieves a bag set by the door* Now, this mask will massage your eyes and play relaxing music.

MC: Asmo-

Asmo: This here will massage your neck and shoulders- which you could really use being hunched over a desk constantly.

MC: ASMO-

Asmo: And these are supposed to wrap around your legs and feet. They are massaged through air waves.

MC: ASMO!!

Asmo: What? I'm on the last one.

MC: Asmo, what IS all of this?? I don't need all of this, if anything you should use it.

Asmo: Now isn't that silly, of course you need it!

MC: As-

Asmo: Now, enjoy your food and relax as long as you wish! *Leaves*

MC: .....*sighs* .. So it's gonna be like that huh?

-few hours later-

Mammon: Yo MC! How about a game of Poker? I know you can't resist the game and the bets!

MC: It's more of the people and the conversations that I enjoy then the game itself. If we get more people on board sure.

Mammon: Uuummm, then how about some blackjack?

MC: Mammon, you know I'm not a gambler.

Mammon: Then how about....... Rummy?

MC: How about Speed?

Mammon: What?

MC: If you want to play a two person card game that bad, let's play speed.

Mammon: ...... What are the rules?

MC: Come here, I'll show ya.

-half an hour later-

Mammon: Wha-!? What the hell!? How are you so fast!?

MC: It's called 'been playing it for years'.

-lunch time-

Beel: Here you go MC. I made your favorite.

MC: Beel, this is much appreciated but why aren't you getting your food first? You must be hungry.

Beel: Nah, I'm ok. Besides, you deserve it.

MC: How so?

Beel: For being a good friend. 😊

MC: ...... *Sighs* ... I can't refuse you when you look at me like that and you know it. That's why you abuse it....

-afternoon-

Belphie: MC, it's time for our afternoon nap. Are you coming?

MC: I'm coming, I'm coming. *Goes to lay down beside him*

Belphie: Oh hold on! *Grabs a different pillow* Use this one instead.

MC: .... Isn't this one of those pillows that are supposed to keep you cool all through the night?

Belphie: Yep! You kept mentioning how hot you'd get while you're sleeping and how uncomfortable you'd be. I'd like my cuddle buddy to be comfortable while sleeping together.

MC: ....... There's NO other reason behind it?

Belphie: What other reason would there be?

MC: .... Fine. *Lays down with the pillow* Thanks.

Belphie: No problem.

-Evening-

Satan: MC, I'd like to talk about the theme in this book I've been reading. It's really confusing to me, I was hoping for different mindset to even it out?

MC: Sure, what book is it?

Satan: Come to my room, I'll show ya.

MC: Ok, *follows*

Satan: *lifts a book off his desk* This is it, apparently this story is holding the idea that committing crimes is alright depending on the situation.

MC: For example?

Satan: Committing murder is alright say, if someone kidnapped your kid.

MC: You think that's not alright?

Satan: I'm a demon, watching humans kill each other is pretty much sport to me. I just see it very unrealistic.

MC: .... Depends on the situation. Say your child was abducted and about to be sold off and become a victim of human trafficking. If this is proven then you should be pardoned for the most part, you will just have to live under new names and protection.

Satan: Wow, I didn't realize how complicated it all was.

MC: Yep, that's life. *Goes to leave*

Satan: Oh, before you go. *Grabs the series of books* Here, read these. I already have and I believe they're right up your alley.

MC: ...... Aren't these the new series of books, that just came out the day before? And you already read them?

Satan: *smirks* If you don't believe me, quiz me.

MC: ...... *Takes the books* .... Why do I not believe this is all coincidence?

Satan: *shrugs* Who knows?

MC: ..... *Leaves*

-Dinner-

Lucifer: MC, you're cooking?

MC: Yep. Everyone else cooks for dinner, I figured I could pick up the slack a little.

Lucifer: How much longer will the food take? We have a reservation in an hour.

MC: It shouldn't take too mu- wait, back up. What the fuck are you talking about!?

Lucifer: Is there something wrong?

MC: A few things yeah! One, I'd like more of a heads up! Two, why now!? What is this for!?

Lucifer: Consider this a reward for all your hard work.

MC: ...... Ok yeah no, this calls for a meeting.

-Everyone is gathered in the common room-

Asmo: What's wrong sweetie? You looked stressed

MC: I am stressed, all of you are stressing me out.

Mammon: Oi!! What did we do!

MC: Everything that has happened today was because my fucking birthday! Wasn't it!?

Satan: So what if it was? Why can't we celebrate it?

MC: I asked you not to.

Beel: MC, why do you hate your birthday so much? We only want to make you feel appreciated... 🥺

MC: Don't give me that damn look. I told you that it was a little too personal, and I rather not talk about it.

Belphie: Do you not trust us?

MC: I didn't say that, it's just...hard to talk about...

Mammon: Have you even tried?

MC: Have you tried not stealing shit? Difficult isn't it?

Levi: Woah! Burn!

Mammon: Shut up!

Lucifer: MC, we would probably understand your request better if you were to explain.

MC: ....... Let's just say... Something REALLY BAD happened on this day.... And everytime someone tried to celebrate with me....I remember it..... When I don't want to....

Levi: .... Woah.... Tragic backstory confirmed!

Asmo: Oh sweetheart, I'm so sorry.

Satan: I'm not.

Mammon: Wha-! Satan!

Satan: What!? Come on! When they first show up they state us down like we're frogs in the dessert, and they don't want to be reminded of some shitty memory!! You're better than this! Whether you like it or not I'm celebrating your birthday every year! Because you deserve it!

Lucifer: Agreed. You're stronger than you give yourself credit for. I believe with a little push you can love past that block on your mind.

Beel: I'll still make you delicious meals that we can enjoy together!

Belphie: You're keeping that pillow, whether you like it or not.

MC: ......... You all are assholes..... I hope you know that....

Mammon: Yeah well, you're a pain in the ass too. So we're even.

-later that night-

Levi: ....... I got that game you wanted....

MC: ....... You want to play together?

Levi: ...... Please?

MC: ...... I'll grab some snacks and drinks. You set up the game.

Levi: Yay!!

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That was much longer than I meant it to be, and alot more feelsy. Regardless, I hope you all enjoyed.

If you see anything that I could have done better, please don't hesitate to inform me. I accept all forms of constructive criticism.