#Take Away The Lure Of Salvage

[nedison]

Commerciality - Mr. Partridge (1980)

Firesign, indicate luminous pornography Heliograph and Morse photography Signal ad, signal ad, signal ad Commerciality, commerciality, commerciality

Coherent, match and blazing cuneiform wide open Sales pitch, high pitch, noise Brakes too soft to burn, envisage this Signal ad, signal ad, signal ad Commerciality, commerciality, commerciality

Package, carton, package and carton, sell and package and carton Sell and package and carton, sell and package and carton Sell, package and sell, package Just revitalize, revitalize, revitalize, what's this now? Commerciality, commerciality, commerciality, commerciality

Sell and revitali-, vitalize and home pride From tractors to tea-bags, from here to eternity, oh God, help me Commerciality, commerciality, commerciality, commerciality, commerciality Commerciality, commerciality, commerciality, commerciality, commerciality Signal ad, signal ad, signal ad Commerciality, commerciality, commerciality

[sleepingdiaryzzz]

Hear me out

Batsis baking something for them just because shes bored but shes horrible at baking (or she would just sabotage it idk put some peppers on the cake)would they just eat it?

Yandere Batfamily x reader

The kitchen smelled like war. Not the type fought with fists and weapons but the kind fought with flour, sugar, and an oven’s unrelenting heat. You stood in the middle of the chaos, apron smeared with batter and the counter coated in the powdered remnants of your efforts. You weren’t a baker—hell, you barely knew how to fry an egg—but boredom had a cruel way of twisting your decisions.

So here you were, baking for the people who had stolen you away under the guise of "family."

Not that you called them that.

Still, the silence of the manor grated on your nerves, and after hours of sulking and dodging their hovering presence, you thought, Why not? Maybe the mess would annoy them. Maybe the smell would be enough to break through their obsession-induced fog and remind them you weren’t playing along with their delusions.

The cupcakes you pulled from the oven looked… edible. Kind of. Half were lopsided, and a few were slightly charred. You dumped a ridiculous amount of frosting on top in an attempt to salvage them, but the end result was a tray of pastel blobs with vaguely cake-like shapes.

“Perfect,” you muttered sarcastically, swiping frosting from the counter with a finger.

Before you could second-guess your plan, the sound of footsteps approached. Slow, calculated. Bruce. You didn’t need to see him to know it was him—the weight of his presence filled the room like a stormcloud.

“Baking?” His voice was calm, laced with a hint of curiosity that made your skin crawl.

“Yeah,” you replied shortly, not looking at him. You started stacking the cupcakes onto a plate, pretending you didn’t care that he was watching. “Got bored.”

Bruce stepped closer, the faint rustle of his coat as deliberate as everything else he did. You hated how easily he could unsettle you. “It’s nice to see you trying something new,” he said, his tone gentle—fatherly, even.

You rolled your eyes, grabbing the plate and shoving it toward him. “Here. You can have them.”

Bruce took the plate without hesitation, his gloved hands looking out of place against the childish swirls of frosting. “Thank you,” he said, as though you’d gifted him something precious. “The others will appreciate this.”

As if summoned, the rest of the Batfamily began to trickle in.

Dick was the first to arrive, his easy smile faltering only slightly when he saw the cupcakes. “Did you make these, [Name]?” he asked, grabbing one before you could answer.

“Yep,” you said flatly, crossing your arms. “Don’t expect much.”

He took a bite. For a moment, his face betrayed nothing, but then his expression twisted into something that could only be described as polite horror. “Wow,” he managed, forcing a swallow. “These are… unique.”

Jason snorted as he sauntered in, the smell having lured him from whatever dark corner he’d been brooding in. “What’s this?” he asked, swiping a cupcake from the plate Bruce held. “Looks like someone murdered a unicorn.”

“Eat it and find out,” you snapped.

Jason raised an eyebrow but took a bite anyway. His reaction was less subtle than Dick’s—he gagged dramatically, spitting the mouthful into a napkin. “What the hell, kid? Did you put salt instead of sugar?”

“I don’t know, maybe!” you shot back, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Tim appeared next, looking bleary-eyed and clutching a mug of coffee. He grabbed a cupcake without a word and took a bite. His eyes widened slightly, and he coughed. “Is this… is this cinnamon?”

“Possibly.”

“Cinnamon and… garlic?”

You frowned. “I didn’t put garlic in there.”

Damian was the last to enter, his nose wrinkling at the plate as though it offended him on a personal level. “What is this monstrosity?” he asked, glaring at the cupcakes.

“Dessert,” you said dryly. “Take it or leave it.”

To your surprise, he picked one up, inspecting it like it was a puzzle he intended to solve. He took a cautious bite, chewed, and swallowed. “Tolerable,” he declared, setting the half-eaten cupcake down with a disdainful sniff.

“See? Tolerable,” you said, pointing at Damian as though his judgment absolved you.

Jason groaned. “Tolerable isn’t exactly a ringing endorsement.”

Bruce, who hadn’t taken a bite yet, finally broke his silence. “It’s the effort that matters,” he said, his gaze settling on you with unnerving intensity.

You glared back at him, hating the way he spoke as though you’d done this out of love rather than sheer boredom. “Don’t read into it,” you said sharply. “It’s not like I had anything better to do.”

Bruce didn’t respond, but the faint smile tugging at his lips told you he didn’t believe you.

Despite the disaster your cupcakes turned out to be, they ate them—or tried to. Even Jason, after some grumbling, finished his. Maybe they thought it would please you. Maybe it was another way to force their twisted idea of “family” on you.

Or maybe, you realized with a pang of unease, they just couldn’t say no to you.

The thought was more unsettling than anything else.

[misc-obeyme]

Omg yes lol the characters missing the hole and their reactions to it. It’d be so funny, and fun and realistic!

I'm sorry for the delayed response on this, anon, but I wanted to write some headcanons about it so bad lol! I hope you don't mind that I took the idea and ran with it.

Here they are, the demon brothers, awkwardly missing your hole and reacting in various ways to that scenario. I loved writing this lol.

Thank you for the idea!

GN!MC x the demon brothers

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: attempts at penetration? loooooool (reader receiving obvs), this is mostly jokes but it's obviously about sex so take that as you will?

Lucifer

He's embarrassed. Instantly blushing profusely. Can't look you in the eye. After a moment of strained silence, he asks if you're okay. Not that he hurt you or anything, but he's trying desperately to salvage the situation.

If you start laughing, he'll act annoyed at first, but it will definitely break the tension. After a moment, he goes into long suffering Lucifer mode. Might even say good grief. Hangs his head in shame and frustration.

Reassure him that you think it's hilarious and that it's nothing he needs to worry about. Tease him playfully, kiss him a few times, and lure him back into action. He might be stubborn about it at first, but he can't deny you anything. And so he gives in, like he always ends up doing.

He's just about to put it in correctly this time, but he pauses. You had better not breathe a word of this to his brothers, MC. He makes you take a vow of silence. You agree, giggling the whole time, which finally makes him laugh, too.

Mammon

He's surprised he missed, but he tells you not to move so he can try again. He gets real serious, concentrating on doing it right. You just bust out laughing because it's so funny. First he misses altogether and instead of getting embarrassed, he's just like wait let me try again.

Once you start laughing, he blushes and sits back, folding his arms indignantly. C'mon! Stop laughin' at him, MC! You're going to have to kiss him a bunch and hug him, too, because now he's just offended.

Eventually starts laughing with you, especially if you tell him how cute it is that he was trying so hard to get it right. Okay, well, it is pretty funny, isn't it? And he loves the way your eyes sparkle when you're laughing.

Loves it so much that he forgets his embarrassment and starts kissing you for real, already getting back into the swing of things. Actually jokes about it with you later, an inside joke that makes the two of you snicker while everybody else is just confused.

Leviathan

Might not even realize he's missed at first. Rubbing up against you instead feels so good, he's unaware of the fact that your hole's still empty. The minute you point it out, though, he completely shuts down. He's so embarrassed he doesn't even want to be near you. Scrambles away, covering his face with his hands and blushing brightly.

Reassure him quickly because if you don't, that's it, you guys are done. You might have to talk him down a little bit, let him know that there's nothing to be embarrassed about. He's so sorry, MC. How can you even stand to be with a loser like him?

Take his face in your hands and force him to look at you. Then kiss him all over. Take the initiative. He might be a little soft now, but either way you can bring it back full force with a little hand action.

Levi will need your reassurance, but you can get him to laugh if you joke about it. Tell him you think it's cute. He won't believe you, but he won't argue with you, either. At that point, he's already putty in your hands.

Satan

Realizes what he's done immediately. Blushes, but tries to act cool about it. Forgive him, MC. Let him adjust a little… if you laugh, he might be offended at first, but then he sees that it is actually pretty funny and starts to laugh with you.

In fact, at that point, he might even stop everything altogether and have a ridiculous conversation with you about positioning. Now that the tension is broken and you guys are obviously able to laugh about these things, the next step is to discuss what you both enjoy.

He will still get embarrassed and blushy if he tells you how much he would enjoy it if you put on some cat ears and a kitty bell. Blushes even more when he tells you he'd like to put those things on for you. Try not to tease him too much, but you can't help but smile at how cute it is.

You may have to distract him if you want things to pick up where they left off. It won't take much, though. If he starts talking about logistics again, just cut him off with a kiss. Then guide him into that empty hole yourself. You taking charge like that will make him forget everything he had been thinking about.

Asmodeus

Laughs right away. In fact, he starts laughing before you've even realized what's happening. Once you do, you're laughing, too. Not just because it's funny but because Asmo's laughter is infectious.

You both sit up and he has to lean against you as he giggles away. He's sorry, MC! That was just really funny. You're not upset, you fully agree. It was hilarious. You guys make a bunch of jokes about it. Jokingly asks you not to tell anyone about this mishap. He's the Avatar of Lust! He has a reputation to uphold!

Covers you in kisses because he loves how you look when you're laughing. Might even start tickling you to get you to laugh even harder. After a little bit, he asks you if you'd like to switch positions. Maybe this one wasn't working quite right? What do you think about - he has about twenty other suggestions. It's up to you whether or not you decide to actually change it up.

Once you've made your choice, though, it's easy for him to dive right back in. He's grinning, though, because he still finds it pretty funny and the two of you randomly burst into giggles in the middle of your moans.

Beelzebub

Notices right away. He's not embarrassed, just tells you what's going on. If you laugh, you'll make him laugh. Then you're laughing about it together. Beel is so cute, all blushy still from the activity, eyes closed as he laughs with you.

Sorry about that, MC. Do you want him to keep going? He'll do whatever you ask at that point. Kiss him and tell him that it's okay, to not even worry about it. And he won't. He trusts you to tell him the truth about how you feel. He's able to simply kiss you back and continue on.

And that's about it. You two laugh about it, talk about it for a minute, and then you're right back into it. He doesn't have any hang ups about it. He has no problem accepting that sometimes he makes mistakes. And you don't seem to be upset about it, so why should he be?

When he does get it right, he might say something in a joking way. Like, is this better? You're too full of his cock to give him a witty response, but your gasping, moaned out yes will be more than enough motivation for him to pick up the pace.

Belphegor

Tries to pretend it didn't happen. Hopes you didn't notice. Of course you did and if you say something about it or start laughing, Belphie will get embarrassed. You can't really expect him to be good at strenuous activity of any kind, MC. Even this. Poke fun at him a little more because it's so cute to watch him blush.

He might get annoyed to the point where he tries to stop altogether. Reassure him with some kisses. Tell him you think it's really cute and that you're happy the two of you can joke about it like this. That will get you one of those rare Belphie smiles.

He's a little off kilter now, so you'll need to get him back into it. Maybe switch positions to change things up. He loves it when you ride him, so if you just reposition yourself for that, he'll be turned back on so fast you can take it from there.

Later on he'll joke with you about it, when he's gotten over the initial embarrassment. It is pretty funny and if anything like that ever happens again, he'll just start laughing right away. You find you're just happy to listen to his laughter.

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

[yandere-yearnings]

I know Laurent intro isn’t out yet, but if it’s ok can we have a bit of info about him? I really need to know if he is the pathetic type WHO SAID THAT

I understand if you want to keep the info secret until he makes his debut!

ask and you shall receive nonnie, i will absolutely give you more info abt him😌✨️ also, thank you for sending this in, anything concerning laurent always makes me the happiest🥺🩷 he'll hopefully be debuting soon btw!! his intro is mostly written, now i just need to salvage some time to actually finish it😔💔 and yes, he is definitely pathetic haha i will be expanding on that at a later date

With the way Laurent keeps up public appearances, it would be ridiculous for most to entertain the idea that he works in a field where there's more graves than grass. Under scrutiny, his smile alone is enough for people to turn a blind eye to the blood that stains his skin.

Somehow, he's even managed to claim the title of communal grandson amongst the elderly, and he's dutiful to it too — ever ready to lend a helping hand where needed.

Charming, charismatic, the textbook definition of 'sunshine' whose warmth will undoubtedly melt the coldest of hearts. Rival organisations fear his magnetism will lure away their best workers.

The unequivocal respect he commands wasn't built on power and influence alone, though they were important contributors. If you were to ask any of Laurent's men why they'd take a bullet for him so easily, they'd tell you it's because never once in their lives has anyone showed them as much compassion and sincerity as him.

To those under his wing, he's the reliable older brother that never lets them down. There is security with Laurent; in the way he listens, and the way he protects. Since he's aware of being a home to many, he hides how hard he has to toil to keep the roof from caving in.

Clover knows, ever his trusted right-hand. They've been best friends since childhood, so she's the only one who he can't fool. He depends on her for a lot of things — she insists he does. He tells her about how much he wishes this wasn't his reality, tells her about his guilt, his heartbreak. He tells her all about you.

As full as his heart is to pour out to others, love has never been good to him. Desensitised in a world of death and deceit, it's the only thing he's truly afraid of. He wants to trust you. Laurent thinks you'd be able to fix him.

That being said, it takes a lot of persistence and coaxing to get him to take your advances seriously. He's the type of person who'll pamper you with extravagance, but can't seem to understand why you'd ever want to return the favour.

Over time, you might just notice Laurent's habit of keeping the things that make him happy the furthest from him. If you ever ask him why, he'll deflect and change the subject — something Clover will tell you he does when he feels vulnerable. In any case, that'll be the first and last instance you'll see his eyes unmatching the rest of his cheerful façade.

Although not a quality that matches his job, Laurent is surprisingly gentle. He likes animals, and nature, and reading books under the low light cast from his lamp — a gift from the owner of the oddities shop in his hometown. You could join him, he'd never say no.

He has a lot of scars, and a lot of tattoos to cover them up. He knows he's got nothing to be embarrassed about, if anything, they're signs of loyalty. It's just, sometimes, all he wants to do is pretend he lives a normal life.

In the middle of the night, the stack of towering papers on the desk his sole company, Laurent finds himself thinking about you more often than not.

If there was no duty tied to his name, if he were anyone else and less of a coward trapped within constant tragedy, he'd have liked to reach out. He'd have liked to hold your hand.

[drugs-and-daddyissues]

𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒, 𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐒

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎 After meeting Johnny after your breakup, you can't help the butterflies that flutter in your stomach. But he's not yours to touch anymore.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 angst, mentions of cheating

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 Johnny Depp x gn! reader

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 ✔ I was listening to Depois by Marisa Monte (and crying over it) and I thought... What if the reader and Johnny meet each other years after a breakup/divorce? Like, they still love each other but can't be together (maybe because Johnny moved on with someone else). Are you feeling it too? Let me know what you think.

You were at an award show for actors and actresses, movie producers, just anyone in the movie industry. You were up for an award for best leading actor.

You were just sticking around until it actually started, sipping a glass of champagne, when- from across the room- you locked eyes with your ex-lover, Johnny Depp.

You have him a shy smile, your heartbeat quickening as memories of your past flashed in your mind. Every gentle touch, every affirmative word, every promise you two never got to keep.

On the opposite end, Johnny felt a pull to go talk to you. He watched the way you hair fell, the way your eyes seemed to captivate him and lure him away, like a siren's call

He made his way over to you, wearing his best confidence. "(Y/N)." He acknowledged, giving you a once over. "You look beautiful tonight." He whispered, his voice soft, just as it was all those years ago.

"I could say the same about you." You whispered back, taking note of all his features that you loved so dearly.

"I've missed you all these years, you know." He whispered to you, voice tender and affectionate, and you could almost imagine him reaching out and touching your face.

Just then, a female voice interrupted your soft exchange. "There you are, Johnny. I was looking everywhere." She whispered, immediately taking his arm in her hands. "Who's your friend here?" She asked before giving him an affectionate kiss.

Your heart broke.

"Oh, I was just leaving." You said, suddenly feeling out of place here. You hadn't even planned on seeing him here, and yet he'd found a way to cut open the stitches you'd put on your heart, sealing your relationship away.

Johnny thought about going after you for a moment, maybe in an attempt to salvage the relationship he had with you, as he saw your silhouette disappear. But he had a new relationship to focus on, as evident by the shiny rock on his girl's finger.

"They're nobody, sweetheart." He whispered to his fiancée, kissing her forehead.

┆ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓┆

𝐀/𝐍 I'm so sorry this was super short, I didn't have many ideas. I hope this does your request even a bit of justice @ghsttk!

🏅 taglist: @littlerobbinphantomhive19 @kittenlittle24 @ghsttk @trekkitkat @needz1nk @chronicallybubbly @mgajdaaa @mininiamh @amy-fontaine @bennwazzhere Thank you for your support 💚

[ravencincaide]

Surprise, You son of a-

Summary: You acquired a stalker. A man who harmed those around you, but never touched or approached you. The plan was for you to play bait, lure him and mace him. Then Dazai would take care of the rest. Unfortunately there was just one thing you did not calculate with… 

Pairing: Dazai x fem!reader (x dark/ Yandere Chuuya)

Inspired by Sweetober prompt 7: Sharing clothes 

Warnings: Cursing, abduction and drugs, stalking, mention of sexual content including hint/mention of non-con, voyeurism and questionable consent. Insanity- if you really try. It’s dark, okay?

Enjoy?

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“ I think you’re right, this might actually work!” You exclaimed excitedly as you stared at yourself in the mirror; you were dressed in a pair of light pants and a white shirt. Over it, you borrowed your boyfriend's vest- a dark thing that was just a tad too long coming down to your midthigh. And over it his beige coat, which too was oversized, the sleeves coming past your fingertips and the coat itself stopped mere inches above the ground. Though you didn’t necessarily think it a bad thing, the less of your body that was visible the better. You had gathered your hair up into braids which you then shifted around your head, hiding them beneath the wig cap and the dark brown wig which almost matched Dazai’s shade. 

The rest was just bandages and make up. 

You both noticed that you were not a perfect replica of Dazai; too feminine even with all the binding, wrong hair lengths and colour, wrong height and paler complexion, but you both reasoned that no one would be looking too closely. At least not the one this disguise was intended for. 

“ See Y/N, I told you it wouldn’t be an issue to get you to look exactly like a lady kill-aouch” Dazai hollered in pain as you pinched him, sending him a warning glare not to re-attempt to finish that sentence. The grin you got in return made you wonder if the physical pain was actually a punishment to him- or foreplay. 

Rather than find out you turned your attention back towards the mirror, your fingers moving to fidgeting with the wig. You were playing ignorant to his advances. This earned you a dramatic sigh, as if you were crushing his heart. “ Ohh Belladonna why must you be so cruel to me, my love? If only you’d fulfill my humble request of–

“ No  We’re not turning this into some self-cestious kink-exploration for you.”  you cut him off with a warning glare as your hands finally left your wig and grasped the can of mace from your nightstand. You brought it close to yourself, the control-freak part of you wondering if it worked and a rational part of you reminding you that it was best not to find out. 

Especially inside. 

Sensing your nervousness Dazai came up and rested his hand on top of yours, a moment of seriousness on his face. “ It will go fine Bella” he promised “ I’ll be right behind you. You just need to lure him into an alley and spray the mace. I’ll handle the rest.” Then a quick peck on the lips, which made you smile.

You leaned forward and gave him a slightly deeper kiss salvaging the closeness. Before it could go too far you broke it off and pushed some rogue strands out of his face, staring at him with all the love in your heart. You were so lucky to have him. “ You know If this works and we get rid of this stalking sun of a biscuit quickly we’ll have plenty of time to take a version of this outfit for a ride in bed- what do you think?” 

You were met with a Cheshire’s grin, Dazai’s lips on yours while he carefully walked you backwards towards your front door. “ Then let's get this over and done with Belladonna” he purred before he opened the front door and shoved you out before slamming it in your face, in your typical- he’s-annoyed-you-enough-fashion. 

You stumbled, caught yourself before you made an act of clingy Dazai; banging on the door, a fake cry of ‘why Belladonna why’ before dancing away to the sound of Dazai laughing through the wood. 

You just hoped he didn’t blow it. 

The act was about as perfect as your appearance; but you hoped it was enough to fool your stalker. After all this was a man who never got close to you and never approached you- from what you could tell at least. But he did seem to hold a grudge towards anyone who dared visit your apartment. In fact, if he hadn’t hurt one of your childhood friends a few weeks ago you wouldn’t have even noticed his existence. Now however you felt like you were watched wherever you went. Yet no matter how hard you looked you never saw him.  

Dazai suggested turning this game of cat-and-mouse around; they’d still think they were the pray and be too blind to notice they were walking right into a trap. The only thing you had to do was pretend to be Dazai and lure him away and disarm him, then your boyfriend who’d follow from a distance, would take care of the rest. You shuddered slightly when you thought over what ‘the rest’ meant. But decided against asking. 

Sometimes ignorance really was bliss. 

 As you left your apartment complex you headed down into the half busy streets in a rather relaxed fashion, arms folded above your head, using the sleeves of the coat as a way to keep another part of your face obscured. Your eyes flickered from one person to another; teenagers sharing candy in the corner of the street, a young couple shopping together and a bunch of punks trying to trick an older teen into buying them cigarettes. There were some elderly too enjoying the warm weather, sharing pleasantries and complaining about how things have changed from their youths. 

No one looked particularly threatening and you were beginning to think your charades failed. Just when you were about to turn back around you sensed it; that bone chilling feeling of being watched. You resisted the urge to look around or pick up your pace as you turned off the main road and towards a smaller street filled with tiny mom and pop shops- the route Dazai told you to follow. The narrow street drew less attention and had several decent obscured alleys. You kept your pace slow, listening closely. About a minute after you turned into the alley you heard the fast click clack of dress shoes behind you.

Bingo. 

You heard the steps grow closer and quickly rounded a corner towards an even smaller alley. One step, then you pressed your back against the wall, mace in hands. Your eyes closed as you focused on silencing your breathing. Seconds ticked in your head as the footsteps grew closer and closer, growing faster, eager to not let you out of sight. 

  3, 2, 1 .

You jumped out back onto the larger alley. “ Buu you son of a –” you yelled, pressing down on the mace and spraying for a good thirty seconds. It wasn’t until it was too late that you realized who the figure doubling in pain was. But when you did, you dropped your weapon with a bewildered cry. 

Clang of the metal echoed against the walls as the mace rolled away out of sight. 

“ Chuuya what the? I’m so sorry!” You started taking a step towards him. Then as you felt your eyes burn you quickly moved back again and ran a hand through the wig trying to mask your embarrassment. 

“ I-its okay Y/N” he coughed a few times waving his hand in an attempt to get some clean air into his lungs. It took him surprisingly little time to completely recover. The only trace of your little attack being a redness around his eyes and a slightly runny nose which he took care of with a clean handkerchief. Now  his attention was on you, his look clearly demanding to know what the hell you were up to. 

You just shook your head a no- it was best not to ask. “ I’m so sorry again” you mumbled feeling incredibly stupid. “ Come, let me get you a cup of tea as an apology.” 

Chuuya raised his hand as if to say not to worry about it. Then he lowered it and flashed you a smirk; “ Only if we can agree on coffee” 

“ Deal!” you exclaimed before taking a look around. Realizing you were still in the alley you turned on your heel and continued heading straight towards the exit. 

At the corner there would be this wonderful little shop that sold all sorts of imported coffee and coffee-based treats. It was one of the pricier shops in the area so you deemed that it would be good enough to suit the executives tastes. Chuuya followed you, however rather than walk right beside you he kept a step or two behind you. You glanced up at him, then carefully glanced behind him towards the alley entrance with slight confusion. 

You still couldn’t shake off the feeling of being watched- the icy cold dread in the pit of your stomach which grew with each step that you took. A warning bell was going off in your head but you couldn’t quite place a finger on why. The notion was ridiculous after all, Chuuya was your friend. 

“ What are you doing here, Chuuya?” You asked, making small talk. Suddenly you paused mid step as the sense of dread became overbearing. Dazai should have caught up with you already. 

But he didn't. Why? 

Did it mean that the stalker saw through your charade? Impossible. You weren’t perfect but you knew the act was good. You and Dazai had practiced for hours and even fooled Atsushi with it when you took it for a test-run. No, the act was good enough. Unless your target knew Dazai very well. Say, like the back of their hand, familiar with every single mannerism of his down to the way he walked, talked and breathed. If that were the case they’d first prevent your boyfriend from helping you and then, “ Say Chuuya, Dazai was your twin dark. You’d have realized I’m not him unless-” 

You never got to finish your sentence as a sweet scent filled your senses a second before Chuuya took one larger step closing the distance between you. He clasped a cloth over your nose and mouth. His other hand wrapped around you in an iron grip, keeping you in place and restraining your struggles. You screamed and screamed, trying to bite the cloth away from yourself, your fingers clawing at his hands. But with each scream you inhaled more of the substance. You could feel your body growing weaker on you- betraying you. 

It was no use.

“ I’m sorry Y/N, you’re too smart for your own good” Chuuya whispered in your ear as dark dots played in your vision “ You should have just left it alone- you really should have.” That was the last thing you heard as you passed out, praying that Dazai would find you..

Your head was killing you, like a thousand woodpeckers pecking away at your skull. Your body felt heavy, groggy and your limbs refused to cooperate properly. You silently cursed yourself as you tried to pry your eyes open. The mixture of medicines in your body fighting with you, trying to keep you under. What was it? Anastesia? Were you under an operation? No, it was something else, something else and chloroform.  You knew chloroform, you’d recognize it anywhere; the sickly sweet smell that made your stomach turn. So why didn’t you recognize it before it was too late? 

Because it was Chuuya. 

The thought made you angry and with it came a burst of adrenaline: snapping your eyes open, you sat up in one quick motion before you felt your stomach turn. You clutched it, uncertain whether whatever you ate that morning was going to stay inside you or not. The world span, the colors twisting and fleeting into one another making the unfamiliar objects around you almost indistinguishable. One thing you were certain though; this wasn’t a hospital, your room or any kind of mom and pop shop.  

You heard a sound, someone rushing to your side and then felt an arm quickly wrap around your shoulders steadying you. A hand was on your back, rubbing up and down “ Shhh shh shh, not so quickly Y/N, you need more rest, you’ll feel better soon I promise.” You tried to focus on the voice as another wave of nausea rolled over you. On instinct you curled more in on yourself trying to make the world stop spinning

“ Wanna throw up Sweetheart or are you good?” 

That nickname made you freeze. You shook your head making a weak attempt at pushing him away from yourself. Damn traitor was what you wanted to call him but all that came out was a pitiful “ njah” 

You felt something cool press to your lips before he tilted you back slightly. “ Just water. Drink, it will help clear your head.” 

The water splashed against your lips, a drop rolling down your chin. You resisted the temptation. You heard Chuuya sigh before he moved. He shifted the glass more, giving it a deeper angle. The glass pressing past your lips, the water now almost slipping down your throat. You had no choice, so you drank, feeling instant relief. The water felt soothing, like a miracle for a dying man and you could feel your stomach settling down. Almost too quickly it finished, yet you were too stubborn to ask him for another. You felt so tired again, to the point you barely noticed as he lowered you back in bed and covered you with a blanket. 

You were out cold in seconds.

The next time you woke up, you felt well enough to take in your surroundings. You were in an unfamiliar room, laying on a rather large bed with a metal headboard. You could see cuffs dangling from above your head, one set on either side, yet your arms were free, resting beside you beneath a thin fuzzy blanket. You guessed the room wasn’t very big but didn’t dare turn your head and check. Not yet. You could hear him breathing a few paces away and did not want to risk having to look at that traitorous hypocritical bastard without proper assessment of your state. 

When you shifted your legs,you felt the cold metal of the cuff cutting into your right ankle and heard the shift of the metal chain. It was heavy, so much you could say. You doubted you’d be able to break it with sheer force. Your fingers inched towards your pockets, still icy cold and somewhat slow in their movement. As they brushed against your clothes you realized you were still in Dazai’s attire and cursed silently in your head. Then you drew in a deeper breath and closed your eyes, thinking of your next move. 

“ Don’t try to use your ability” you heard Chuuya’s voice ring loud and clear a small distance away from you. “ It’s a government chain, you’ll only end up hurting yourself if you try.” You didn’t grace him with a reply. He didn’t seem to mind as he continued speaking” I’m sorry I had to take your gun away. I couldn’t have you do anything stupid” 

Before you knew it you were back in a sitting position. “ What the fuck do you mean stupid? And why the hell are you doing this.” You yelled at Chuuya who was sitting on a chair a good distance away from your bed. His legs were crossed, his hands resting on top of them palms up. His usual jacket was not on him; it hung casually across the back of another chair with his hat on top. On that second chair was a tray of food, a flimsy bottle of water and a handful of pills in a small white paper cup.  

“ I know it's hard to see it right now, but I’m not here to hurt you Y/N. I’m here to help” He said each word slowly and calmly, clearly hoping to soothe you. 

Your face shifted into an expression of bewilderment and anger “ Help me? How does beating up my friend and then abducting me ‘help me’ Chuuya? How?!” 

“ Because Y/N you’re so caught up in Dazai’s webb you’ve stopped caring about yourself and your future. You just bow your head to his every beck and call and that’s not you” he stated as he leaned to the side and lifted up the tray moving it closer to you. 

“ What are you–” Your sentence got caught in your throat as you took a look, finally took a look at Chuuya. He was older than what you remembered him to be. More worn out perhaps? There wasn’t a hint of a smile on his lips, not even a smirk or a grin. His lips were just set in a straight line, slightly white from how hard he was pressing them together in barely contained anger. But it was his eyes that shook you down to your core; the normally vibrant shimmering blue orbs which put even the sky to shame as they glistered with a wide range of emotion were completely empty. They were a hollow blue grey shade- a shell of their former self. “ Chuuya what did you do?” 

Your question put him in a frenzy, the way you looked at him, as if he was the monster was killing whatever sliver of light that was left in him; “ Don’t think I haven’t seen you Y/N, haven’t seen you cry your eyes out when slimy Dick’s not home cuz he’s fucking another woman.” Chuuya’s hollow eyes stared down at you, his lips pulled up into a sadistic sneer “ or when he forces you to take him whenever or whenever, or pressures you to agree to whatever shit his mind comes up and you’re crying both during and after Y/N. Don’t think I haven’t seen you. Ugly sobbing and all.  It’s not right Sweetheart. It isn’t” 

You gaped: your mouth opening and closing like a fish, your cheeks dusting a light pink, words stuck in your throat. They were refusing to come out. You didn’t know where to even begin, or how you were going to reason with him.

Chuuya wasn’t finished, however.

He moved closer, his gloved hand slowly inching towards you. “ But I’d never disrespect you like that sweetheart, never force you or hurt you. I’d never abandon you- you know that the bastard pretty much gave you away to me? ”

“ Dazai would never” you glared darkly at him. As his fingers grazed your cheek you flinched and turned away putting distance between you. The action made Chuuya sigh heavily and move back, running that hand through his hair. He looked bitter. 

“ You think? The mackerel served you up to me in his attire with an added comment ‘you can have my left overs.’ slimy bandages. And you still think he cares for you?” He was shaking as he stared down at you. Chuuya took a deep breath before his voice took on a sad, heartbroken tone.” While I’ve always been here, waiting and waiting ready to sweep you off your feet and yet you’re eyes were only on him” 

“ Dazai isn’t- he wouldn’t.”  

“ Dazai this, Dazai that. Even now when we both know he’s already balls deep in another woman! And you’re still relying on him hah-!” Chuuya shook his head before something seemed to change in him, the contained anger spilling into something dark and full of malice-  “- You think I’m smaller than him, is that it?! That somehow that womanizing bastard is better in bed? That only he can satisfy you ehh? Is that why?” Chuuya yelled, his hands landing away from his hair, dangerously close to his belt. 

At that moment, for the first time that night, you realized that you were in danger. Real actual danger. This wasn't Chuuya, the sweet hot-tempered ginger man whom you’d share stories and dirty jokes with over a glass of wine. This was a man with slipping sanity capable of anything. His eyes alone were an atonement to that. Those hollow blue orbs told you that if you didn’t think fast enough you’d learn on your own skin- your own pussy- how far he was willing to go to have you. 

You moved, launching forward as far as the chain would let you and pressed both hands on top of his larger ones, trying to get him to leave his belt alone. “ No not at all, I must be still a bit hazy after the drug. I didn't mean to upset you.” 

He didn’t react, his fingers finishing pulling the edge of the belt out of the first loop and starting to fiddle with the clasp. 

You tightened your hold on his arm. Your heart beating loudly in your ears. You thought you were going to throw up. Maybe you should- maybe it would disgust him enough to make him stop. No, a little voice in your head told you. All that could do was enrage him more. And that would end up making it worse on yourself. 

“ I’m definitely still not clear in the head, so lets talk some more later please Chuuya, please stop” You called to him, leaning more of your weight onto him. That didn’t stop him, if anything it made you more aware of the growing tension in his pants.

Fuck. 

You needed a plan- a way out and you needed it now. However each plea and logical call fell on deaf ears and you were in no condition to fight him. Ability or not he’d overpower you in seconds. You were running out of options and this was your last card to keep yourself safe;

You forced your mind to think of each embarrassing and humiliating memory until your cheeks glowed a dark red. Then you tilted your head down, faking a shy appearance.“ but you wouldn’t want our first time together like this, right? All dry and then bloody. And me passing out and missing out on the fun mid-way through, right?” You felt his movements grow less erratic and continued; “  So would you let me rest a few hours more, clear my head a bit, please? Please Chuu'' you pleaded 

You glanced up at him, staring up with big pleading eyes. You saw the newly made nickname stir something in those hollow orbs. Like a spark of life glimpsing through insanity.

 “ Please Chuu” you pleaded again, continuing to stare at him, praying that this was enough. A moment passed, two, three before he let his hands drop away from his pants. 

You bit your tongue to stop yourself from flinching as he raised a hand and rested it on the back of your head, then he leaned forward pressing a long kiss on your forehead. “ You’re right, I’m sorry, Sweetheart, it was so selfish of me. You need your rest. And I need to get you something comfortable to wear- slimy mackerel clothing really does not suit you.” With those words he turned around as if nothing happened and grabbed the hat and jacket from the back of the chair. 

He paused in the doorway long enough to wish you sweet dreams and tell you not to eat what he brought earlier, and that he’ll be back later with some fresh food and water for when you’ve had your rest. Then he left. As the door clasped shut you heard the automatic lock kick in, shutting you in place. Then two more additional ones; a chain and a key. 

Slumping back into the bed you curled your knees up to your chest and wrapped your arms tightly around them. Tears were running down your cheeks in steady unpretty streams. 

You bought yourself a few hours tops but what were you supposed to do then? 

[oceanlipgloss]

ICING ON THE CAKE

LEVIATHAN.

+ warnings: implicit suggestive themes, light angst, strong language.

+ female mc, feminine pronouns.

Is cold sugar a thing?

Some souls are like iced sugar. No objective, sane person would ever say—or so much as think, for that matter—that this man is sweet.

‘How the fuck could he be?’

That’s what they would wonder.

And they were right in that.

There are times, however, when a cold shoulder summons a sugar rush. Playing hard-to-get can be a cool game. Except, this man wasn’t doing that. That coldness, that scorn, it was crafted from something bitter.

A dark past.

Did they know? That he, too, had once upon a time been an innocent child—a pretty, clueless creature holding its bloated heart with small hands, showing everyone its tears.

Very early. He had gotten corrupted by life much too early. That’s why he had become so icy.

Actually...he could be sweet as well, in a sense.

She remembered the jewel in her wet palm. Its sparkle was once dimmed with his blood. He had risked his soul to keep a promise, to protect a gem.

Warmth is something he did possess.

But to believe he would not die, to have faith that he could not be killed...

How so very arrogant of him.

Then again, is childhood's darkness not to blame? Had it not told him that he would always survive? Had it not whispered temptations of immortality in his ears and promised him that he would never die?

Beauty makes some people feel like their head is underwater. It cuts out everything else in the brain for a minute. Snide beauty, on the other hand, it has even greater charms still.

The coldness is just icing on the cake.

Being beautiful is marvellous, but being unapproachable makes it even better, that much greater.

Lovely faces bring about good deals. Ethereal existences often tend to get away with many things. Molten hearts. Broken brains. Filthy souls. Violent murder.

It would be too boring if beautiful kings were easy to have. Enchanting someone like him and bringing him to his knees, why should it even be a piece of cake?

Forget the pleasure of a challenge.

He was a rare, most alluring specimen. He should be very difficult—near impossible—to reach. Taking hold of his fingertips alone should be treacherous.

One has to try hard to get even the most simple of things, so why should luring him in be easy?

Excited for the wait, burning for the process, desperate for the result.

So ironic, so fun.

Winning him over would not merely be a magical experience, but an ultimate, legendary accomplishment; she would try until his tongue on her lips marked them forever, until his sweat on her body shimmered like stardust.

Oh, but he already wanted her. Lust and attraction just turned into problem killers. Apparently, she wouldn’t have to wait that long, or even try that much.

+notes: the time for the last of my surviving ‘What in “Hell” is Bad?’ WIPs to take the stage has come. I don't quite know what I had in mind for this one, to be honest; it's been there for so long and has been really bothering me with its static presence for a while. And seeing that I had no clue about the direction it's meant to take, I finally decided to polish it a little, toss some word-vomit in, and simply put it up as is. It was either that or it's dead. I chose to salvage it, I guess. I thought it had potential and didn't want it to bid the world goodbye, yet I didn't know how I felt about it at first, though, and I'm too lazy and tired to find out—so it's whatever, I suppose lol but I think I like it. I'm just glad to have it off my hands and out of my notes because it was genuinely pricking my nerves :S

There are still a few more ‘What in “Hell” is Bad?’ WIPs each is only 1 line/2 lines long lol that I long ago scratched out of the equation, and those are annoying me very much too. I may either kill them off with regret (for some) and cold blood (for others), or post them someday soon/with time, but that's very unlikely. For now, however, I do not plan on writing anything new about the game's devils/angels—meaning unless I explicitly state in the notes within a ‘What in “Hell” is Bad?’ piece that an idea is new/recent, it's one of my old, buried WIPs revived and made into a finished fic.

[spoiler] also, this fic holds light inspiration from Leviathan's 'Bloodshed' story, particularly from the part in which Leviathan gives MC the magical jewel and it's implied that he got wounded so as to protect the jewel and keep his promise of gifting it to MC.

+ MASTERLIST

+ AO3 POST

©𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙨

[beaddie]

AMARANTHINE - Dr. STONE

sum☆: "ᵉˡᵉᵍᵃⁿᵗ! "𝙰𝙼𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙴 (adj.) undying, immortal, eternally beautifulIn which Stanley Snyder, Xeno Houston Wingfield, and (Y/N) Ambrose were trapped in an unexpected stone world that had been petrified 3,700 years before. However, they were 'infiltrated' by some foreign brats all of a sudden.Of course, they don't give up without a fight, do they?

warnings:. all characters are 18+!!! violence. language. FICTION!! don't like it? scroll away!! first ever post on this app. english is not my first language, so ugh.(Dr. Stone x Reader)(Dr. STONE : New America City Arc) MANGA SPOILER

(CHAPTER 3) Z=151: Dr. X

The crew had salvaged the downed airplane, finding a treasure trove of corn kernels – a lucky find that could save them years of cultivation. Senku, ever the scientist, announced his plan to track down the enemy, while Gen wondered who would be sent on the mission.

"A whole cornfield would be a lucky find that'd save us a year of cultivation and propagation!" Senku said to his companions. "Don't forget why we came all this way – the corn."

"Ahem... I meant... who will be doing... the pursuing?" Gen asked.

tadah-!

"Me, the explorer! Gen, the mentalist! And Kohaku, the gori – er, the bodyguard with hyper vision! The ultimate trio tracking someone down!" Chrome exclaimed, pointing at himself, Gen, and Kohaku.

"Plus the enemy might notice a larger group," Kohaku added.

"Bad way to go, Gen!" Chrome complimented the mentalist.

The Stone World pair were excited at the prospect of exploring foreign lands. As the trio began their journey to track down the enemies, Gen suddenly realized something was amiss.

"Wait, something's off," he said. "They're luring us in. The enemies know exactly... what they're doing."

"How infuriating," Gen muttered. "They dare challenge a mentalist of my caliber?"

He recalled his recent loss in a poker game, a frustrating experience that had left him determined to improve.

"Two losses in a row? No thank you," Gen said. "Because I..."

"... have to do some growing of my own," he finished confidently. "Chrome, Kohaku, hang back and allow me to take the lead. I'll be sure to mark the path forward with flowers."

As Chrome and Kohaku followed Gen's instructions, he ventured off on a different path, leaving behind a trail of flowers to guide his return.

"<Hello, is anyone there?>" Gen called out warily.

"<YIIKES!>" he exclaimed as two unknown figures revealed themselves. A man pointed a machine gun at Gen, while a woman stood behind him, a combat knife pressed to his neck.

"<Whoa! Who are you guys? I totally didn't realize anyone was up there!>" Gen exclaimed.

"<How terrifying! Please don't point a gun and a knife at me!>"

The man began to pat Gen down, while the woman continued to hold him at knifepoint.

"<Patting me down? I swear I'm not carrying any weapons!>" Gen said truthfully.

The woman behind him, her breath a sigh of annoyance, pressed the knife a little closer to Gen's neck. Her movements were deliberate, each shift of the blade sending a shiver down his spine. He inhaled sharply, a reflex triggered by the sudden proximity of the cold steel.

"<How annoying,>" she muttered, her voice dripping with disdain. "<This one is sure loud. Anyways, any weapons, Stan?>" Her eyes darted to the man beside Gen, her gaze searching for any sign of a weapon.

"<Yeah, no weapons. But... you've got other stuff up your sleeves, who are you?>"

As the man questioned Gen, the woman released him from her grasp. Gen finally got a good look at the second enemy, and he couldn't help but be impressed by her beauty.

When the man saw Gen staring at his partner in awe, he repeated his question.

"<Well?>"

"<Tadah!>" Gen replied, performing a magic trick and making flowers appear in his hands.

"<A magician?." the woman asked, her voice surprisingly gentle.

"<That's riiiight!>" Gen confirmed.

"<I could tell from patting you down. You've got strong hands and not much else, at the very least, you're not a warrior,>" the man said.

"<Unlike... those skilled samurai friends of yours.>"

"<The first to strike wins, y'know? I was hoping that we crush you all... but now I've got a whole heap of questions,>" the man said as he started to walk away with the woman. 

"<Bet you've got some too. So, how about you come and meet our leader?>"

As they venture through the forest, Gen was taken to the American Fortress, where he was amazed to find a cornfield and landing strip. A moment later, he and the unknown man and woman arrived at their territory.

"<Get ready to celebrate the new world's first-ever visitor,>" the woman said to the new unknown man.

'He's just like dear Senku. No, this one's an adult. An eal-ray professional scientist!' Gen thought.

As Gen was lost in thought, the man who had brought him to their territory suddenly put Gen's hands and feet into a bucket of water with wires in it.

"<A pleasure, I'm sure! I suppose it's time for introductions,>" said the unknown scientist. "<The man over there, who for some reason has a bizarre habit of sucking toxic fumes into his lungs...>"

"<Gimme a break, I'm just having a smoke,>" replied the man.

"<Is Stanley Snyder, he's ex-military, well, still a military but now in my employ,>" the scientist continued. "<And that beautiful and elegant woman beside him is->"

As the scientist, a man with a meticulously styled pompadour introoduces , Gen's gaze drifted towards (Y/n). She sensed his eyes on her and, without looking up, glanced discreetly into her pocket mirror. With a practiced hand, she reapplied a touch of lipstick, then closed the compact with a satisfying click. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she turned to meet Gen's gaze. 

"<What?>" she asked, her voice laced with a hint of challenge.

"<- darling (Y/n) Ambrose, an ex-model. I suppose she's a soldier now but in my employ.>" He snatched and kissed (Y/n)'s hand, and she chuckled.

"Oh Xeno, you flatter me," she replied.

"It is simply the fact, dear," Xeno said.

"<And I'm Dr. Xeno. So, who might you be? And where have you come from?>" Xeno asked Gen, his face suddenly turning terrifying as he tightened his push on Gen's neck with his wrist.

Gen replied, "<I go by Gen Asagiri, erm, that is to say that's my name... I used to be something of a magician back in Japan...>"

'Not exactly a lie, but I'd better not mention the mentalist angle,' Gen thought.

"<Japan?! Did you hear that, Stan, (Y/n)? How wonderful! His group braved the Stone World and traveled so very far, like an eastern-bearing Columbus!>" Xeno exclaimed excitedly.

As Xeno was talking to his friends, Gen noticed a monitor behind him.

'Breathing. Sweating. EKG reading. Wait... could this be... a polygraph test?!'

'Oh, how dare you challenge a mentalist like me?~' Gen thought confidently.

"<Oh dear~, it's nothing but hellish labor in the kingdom of science,>" Gen said in pretend. "<Our science leader is the worst of all – a real taskmaster. That's why I fled, if you must know...>"

Xeno glanced at the monitor to see if Gen was lying, but...

"<Amazingly, he seems unrattled. His answers flow without a hint of hesitation, it's almost elegant,>" Xeno mused.

"<Is he telling the truth?>" Stan asked.

(Y/n) added, "<Is that good news then?>"

"<Not quite,>" Xeno replied. "<Either he's honest to a fault or the world's greatest liar. It's not a problem, though, because I love both types!>"

'I'm going to infiltrate this place, dear Senku... until it's ours for the taking. Including the resource we need... for massive amounts of revival fluid, those cornfields will be ours!' Gen thought.

"<So you're saying... all we gotta do is snuff out this science-pro leader of yours?>" Stan asked, taking a puff of his smoke.

"<What is this scientist's name?>" Xeno asked Gen, his voice filled with intimidation.

As Gen panicked at the question, he blurted out a name...

"<The genius scientist's name is Dr. Taiju!>"

Conveniently, Taiju was on the Perseus sneezing.

[yanderes-galore]

Hi!

Fandom: FNAF - Freddy Fazbear's Pizzaria Simulator

Character: Lefty

Pairing: Platonic

Type of Fic: Concept

Other: Lefty gets attached to a new gender neutral mechanic reader and tries to steer them away from henry and michael as well as trying to get them to see the two as threats and dangerous

Hey! Thanks for using the request format I gave ^^ I'll see what I can do :) This may be a bit short and I am pulling from my previous Lefty concept, I hope you like it!

Dubious on if there's dead kids in this or not, I didn't think about that in this- Platonic anyways so whatever floats your boat.

Yandere! Lefty Concept I am pulling from

Yandere! Platonic! Lefty with Mechanic! Darling

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Manipulation, Forced companionship, Stalking implied, Violence, Blood, Implied murder.

Lefty is a tame yandere for the most part.

When it comes to their darling they don't wish to harm them at all.

Lefty has hatred for those who have wronged them, which is not you.

Lefty may even think you're being manipulated by Henry and Michael.

In Lefty's mind, they see you as a friend.

Michael had to hire you to make this Pizza Place thing believable enough to lure all the needed bots.

Lefty may have even met you, a mechanic, during the salvage test.

If darling makes them feel safe there's a good chance they'll stick around you.

There's no doubt the bot sees Henry and Michael as threats.

It'll take time before you can even trust the bear bot.

You're surprised their sensors still work due to the shape their in.

Truthfully... Lefty is blind out of one eye but besides that everything works well.

Who knows, maybe that eye is what you're trying to fix on Lefty.

Most of Lefty's obsession over you is quiet.

When they first meet you, they watch you from a distance.

You could assume their a shy bot... that isn't entirely true.

It's more like they're studying you to see if you're a threat.

Once they know you're not they decide to consider you a friend.

A friend supposedly being manipulated by some bad men-

Lefty likes to watch you repair other bots in the Pizza Place from their stage.

They roam sometimes but they mostly just like to be quiet and watch.

They will admit... your skills are nicely refined.

When you do talk to Lefty it's short conversations.

They mostly like to listen to you before responding curtly.

The more you chat, the more they open up.

It takes many meetings before Lefty can successfully get you to listen to them.

Before they can steer you away from your employers that have bad intentions, Lefty acts very friendly.

They follow you during work and carefully watch you do your tasks like usual.

During lunch breaks they go to find you before standing by you and offering quiet chatter.

You may actually learn Lefty is playful.

Each meeting with you is treated like a play date.

Which you thought was fitting and a bit cute as these bots are meant for children.

Lefty most likely plays Hide & Seek along with sneaking up on you to scare you.

Towards you they aren't malicious in the slightest.

They act like a close friend despite being a clunky robotic bear.

It's when the topic of Henry, Michael, or even William comes up that sets them off.

They often claim they are "bad men"

Once you and the bear bot become friends, Lefty begins to try and convince you of the "truth".

True or not, Lefty tries to find evidence to tell you that can paint your employers in a bad light.

They try to make you distrust them by telling you things they "overheard".

You can see the bot's whole demeanor and tone change when discussing the two men.

They hate them and you aren't really sure why.

All you know is you should be cautious of them according to Lefty.

The bot claims they'd hurt you, that they don't really care for you.

You're just collateral.

Instead the bot urges you to trust them.

Out of any of the salvage bots, they are the safest.

Lefty would never hurt you.

After all, you two are friends!

Friends don't hurt each other...

Henry and Michael aren't friends.

With enough convincing surely you'll believe them?

Speaking of Henry and Michael, they are confused as to why you're so hesitant all of a sudden.

They've seen you and Lefty talking recently...

So what has that robot put in your head?

They could try to separate you from Lefty, but that just makes things worse.

If the bot realizes their being kept from you their hate only grows.

In fact... they may just snap.

They won't stand for this.

Not when they could lose their new best friend.

It may even get to the point the bear bot is violent and tries to attack your employers.

See? They're bad!

They don't like the friendship between you two!

You shouldn't like them anymore, right?

In that case... you should stay with Lefty.

The bear bot promises to stay beside you and never harm you.

Even if they are covered in the blood of your employers... the crimson dripping from their maw and hands due to their little tantrum...

They promise they did it to protect you, their dear friend...!

[wheeljackgaming]

Take Away / The Lure of Salvage is such a weird ass album, Andy made 90s video game horror music without meaning to lmao

[shockersalvage]

Salvage Showcase - Korisu Kakitsubata

It's the horror season, and what better way to celebrate than by doing a Showcase on the main 'villain' of Danganronpa Kirigiri Volume 3, and Culprit of the Takeda Haunted Mansion Duel Noir: Korisu Kakitsubata!!!

(Korisu is the left silhouette behind Licorne)

Summary

Korisu was a detective registered in the Detective Library under the DSC of 488, specializing in animal welfare. Like all Victims, Korisu has a traumatic past that influenced her to take up the Duel Noir. Eight year prior to the Duel Noir, Korisu was with her family up on a mountain railway. However, a fire broke out and during Korisu's attempt to escape, she got seperated from her family. Her family, unfortunately, ended up being trapped behind closed emergency exit doors - doors that were shut by Suntetsu Shirasu. Shirasu closed the doors to prevent the smoke from killing more people, but as a result, 28 people (including Korisu's family) who were trapped behind the door, died in the blaze. Suntetsu was never identified or arrested for the incident, and Korisu was left traumatized to the point she heard voices of the victims in her head.

Korisu would be confronted by the Victims Catharsis Committee, and would take up their offer of competing in a Duel Noir. In her case, Korisu planned out the Takeda Haunted Mansion murder. The idea behind it was to lure in Shirasu with three other detectives: Sachi Mizuiyama (her scapegoat), Salvador Fukuro Yadorigi and Hajiki Yaki. Under the guise of the deceased Saiun Takeda, she lured them in with various tip-offs of crime at the manor. Once all five met, Korisu would eventually drug Shirasu to enact her scheme. Hoisting him between two armored warriors, she would set up her locked room case to have a bunch of rubber bands use a katana as a makeshift slingshot to kill her Target. The deed was done as Yui and Kyoko had arrived, with them being only moments away from saving Suntetsu before the blade plunged itself into his back.

During this exchange, Korisu tried to pose as just a vapid, party-gal, woman who didn't have a care in the world. Initially, she seen to have gotten away with her murder as Sachi was initially fingered as the culprit. But, to her downfall, this was a trap set up by Kyoko - catching Korisu back at the crime scene with the intent to destroy any remaining evidence of her misdeeds. Despite Korisu's attempts at trying to refute Kyoko's claims, not only did Kyoko figure out how Korisu's trick worked - she even had proof it was only Korisu that could have done it. The main piece being the fact that, during the murder, Korisu had used the armor sandals to walk outside since Salvador was too busy admiring art out in the hallway for her to safely get her stilleto's back. Unfortunately, given the size of the shoes was too big for the boys and too small for someone as short as Sachi, it was only her that could have used them, and when its clear they were used in the crime, Korisu was stuck as the sole candidate.

Korisu gives up, and admits to doing the Duel Noir to put the voices at rest. However, while initially coolheaded at her defeat, she panics once they saw she's in danger of being executed due to inability to pay the VCC back their earnings. Ultimately, she takes Kyoko's advice to go with the cops to be arrested, though the last shot of her from Yui's POV shows her to clearly still be struggling with the 'voices' returning. In the next volume, while she doesn't appear, she is mentioned by Salvador to be safe since Gekka has paid off her debt, but she'll still be tried for her crimes.

While Korisu acts like an airheaded, flashy, yet bubbly party girl - this is merely a facade. In truth, Korisu is pretty intelligent, lucid, and crafty to the point that she needed to be lured into a trap to expose her since her current set-up lacked real hard hitting evidence to expose her without it. Due to her trauma, Korisu hear the voices of those who perished in the fire's blaze, and was desperate enough to appease them by taking up a VCC. While not being a sore loser, she is terrified of being murdered herself and begs for the girls to save her as she realizes she's doomed to be executed.

Rundown

Being both a Detective and a Victim, Korisu has a few things going for her in regard to the DRK's theme - which I have already pinned as being about Justice & Corruption.

In this case, Korisu is on the side of Corruption, in this case Appeasement of her trauma and another aspect of criticizing the 'greater good' theme in Volume 3 on a whole. On the Greater Good theme first, while like the other Victims, she's motivated by vengeance - it's less hatred based and more so just trying to find some form of peace in her life. As stated before, Korisu had been severely traumatized from her family being roasted to death despite her protests because someone sacrificed them for their perceived 'greater good'. In turn, for the sake of finding closure for the voices, she's willing to not only slay Suntetsu, but also sacrificing someone else's peace for her own safety. In doing so, this puts her about as bad as Suntetsu himself. It also smacks into the Greater Good message that Gekka and Lico usually use to justify their own violent acts, since it shows such a line of thinking is both detrimental towards bystanders and those involved alike, but also winds up leaving new collateral to suffer down a path like Korisu's as well. Ergo sustaining the cycle further.

In terms of the Corruption theme (and her own Drive as a detective), namely Appeasement, Korisu's case is used to show why giving in to vengeance and bloody murder as means of clearing up mental issues, just doesn't work like how Gekka or the VCC think it works. She got her paybck on Suntetsu, yes, but in turn it didn't solve her problem with the voices in her head yelling at her and it certainly wasn't helped by her actual arrest. Even if she won, she was only confused, not satisfied with doing the deed - meaning that in spite of promising relief to the Victims they lure in, at best they only piled on new worries to give them. At worse, if they don't kill them outright, the Victims are left with new trauma and anguish on top of their old wounds. There's is no truly satisfaction to be gained by playing in a Duel Noir and looking for justice. Just tragedy.

In terms of character comparison and contrasts, the immediate one you would think of is Sachi, another Victim and Detective of the 12 Duel Noir Challenge. Both were willing to kill, and even harm innocents, not for their own sakes, but for the sakes of those who, really, couldn't have enjoyed such endeavors or approved of them, even if they really wanted to. Both Korisu's family and Gekka were dead by the time their Duel Noirs started. As such, their actions proved only to harm themselves in the long run with no real benefits. In terms of demeanor, they're kind of the polar opposite of each other in, even if their end goals are roughly the same. Korisu acts immature to hide the fact she's smarter than she appears, while Sachi portrays herself as a composed detective, to hide how much of a zealot she was for Gekka. In terms of scale, Korisu was hard focus on her own personal trauma, whilst Sachi's love for Gekka had her disregard even her own Catharsis for the sake of seeing him thrive in the VCC.

Of course, I'd also be remiss to not add in how much Korisu reflects on Junko Enoshima. Both being fashionista types that people would never suspect of masterminding intricate murders. Although the biggest difference between the two is that Korisu is ultimately doing her misdeeds as a form of closure, while Junko is working towards a goal of constant open despair.

Personal Thoughts

Korisu makes for a fine, 'final boss' of volume 3. Give the chaotic nature of the book in setting up the 12 Duel Noir Challenge, the battle at Meyura Station, Lico, one would think the actual Duel Noir Victim just wouldn't hit as well as Tadashi or Sae, but she's proved me wrong.

She's extremely entertaining play up the bratty fashion dive and love that the antagonist for this time around tried for the Junko Enoshima manner of villainess. It also helps her motivation is extremely compelling and makes her quite sympathetic as to why she'd work with the VCC. This is a high praise, especially when you consider how Vol. 4 and 5 treated the remainder of the Zodiac Victims.

Of course, beyond that, it also makes me sad volume 3 would be her only real appearance, but I was at least glad that she fulfilled her role properly. Beyond that, I loved the Takeda Haunted Mansion she set up and how it filled well with the ideas of her being haunted by her own past, and using it to take vengeance on Suntetsu (even if trying to wrap my head around the murder method was a real killer X_X)

Ultimately, for what it's worth, Korisu was a nice stopping point to end Vol 3 out on (besides Yui visiting Kyoko's home of course) and remains a favored of mine among the DRK cast!

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With this out of the way, up next is DR Togami!! Be a while until then so if you have anyone you'd like to see talked about before it gets posted, feel free to recommend!

[builtempires]

end of year fic rec 💌

i usually do this on twitter but i felt like doing a post instead of a thread this time! i mainly had four ship obsessions this year as you will see below. all of these are complete works!

DESTIEL

A Different Kind of Monster by roadtonowhere, xfrancyfranart, 89k

Something in Bodie, California is luring truckers to their deaths and Dean’s on his way to take it out. It’s the first time Bobby’s given him a case and, with Sam at Stanford and his dad off chasing demons, he's finally hunting monsters on his own. When an accidental encounter puts an as-of-yet-unknown monster in the passenger seat of his car, Dean decides to ice him, taking his dad's old adage to heart: a monster is always a monster. Unfortunately, Dean can’t seem to figure out what kind of monster "Castiel" is and he certainly can’t shake him.

something suddenly everywhere by noviembre, 50k

What good is a soldier without a war to fight? -- Dean, adrift without Cas in a world that doesn't remember ending and desperately refusing to believe in the hope Jack offers, stumbles out of hunting and into a life he's absolutely not equipped for -- except for how it might just be the one thing that can keep him together.

Plain Language by thalius, 57k

Charlie sets her beer down hard on the counter, making him flinch. “Are you trying to invent a problem?” she asks incredulously. “What? No, dude, I’m telling you—” “Your boyfriend turned down sex twice, once because you were concussed and your arm was broken, and once because he was about to drive out of state to help your brother,” Charlie summarises, brutal and unrelenting. “And you think that, what? You can never ask him for sex again because of that?”

Dean’s been playing catch-up his entire life, and he’s still figuring out the whole “asking for what I want” thing.

Fenario by ftmsteverogers, 47k

“We did good, Dean,” Sam says. “We got him back.” Dean huffs a hollow laugh, because yeah, that’s always what it’s about, isn’t it? Cas or Sam or Dean getting themselves lost or dead, and then taking turns dragging each other back from the brink. He shrugs, shoving his hands into his pockets. “We got him back, yeah,” he says. Sam nods, watching him. “So now what?”

On Labor by a_good_soldier, 24k

Cas is back from the Empty, and Dean knows how to be grateful.

Four Letter Word For Intercourse by bendingsignpost, 194k

As a grease monkey turned college freshman, Dean's constantly three seconds away from being stressed out of his mind. It hardly helps that he's finally figuring out his sexuality in his thirties. What might help with that stress is a little phone number (and a big credit card bill). If he can't figure out how to be bisexual in person, he can at least give it a go over the phone, right? (It's probably a bad idea, but he really can't help himself.)

LAURENT/DAMEN

Hand in unlovable hand by thickenmyblood, 432k

Damen and Laurent break up. Nicaise brings them back together.

ain't it a gentle sound by cloudings, 18k

A lowly member of Patran royalty seeks reparations after learning of the marriage between Laurent of Vere and Damianos of Akielos, announcing that a betrothal contract between himself and Laurent had been drawn up by the traitor Regent when he was King. It is not gold that he wants to be repaid. He seems to underestimate just how much Damen is still aching for revenge on the Regent — and anyone else who dares attempt to come between them. “It is simple,” he says. “By way of reparations for this betrayal, I ask for one night with the Prince of Vere.”

bells for him by kybelles, 42k

Damen's already unpleasant visit to Arles takes a sour turn when he and Laurent get into an argument.

Concordia by Ccaina03

He’d had hope, after those talks, that when the sting of Olympic loss had faded he and Auguste would be able to salvage something of their old friendship. This doesn’t seem likely now. Sorry I gave you a concussion when I checked you is one thing; sorry I beat you out for the gold medal and then had your little brother wear it while I fucked him is another.

LOUSTAT

the landscape after cruelty by kurtstiel, 6k

Louis clears his throat before he does something unwise like kiss him. “It’s a rainfall shower. Humans have developed a lot of useful things in the last century.” “I like Siri,” Lestat tells him, with a tone of grave importance. “Yeah,” Louis replies, finding himself smiling again. “I know you do.”

Or: In the aftermath of the reunion, Louis takes Lestat back to his hotel.

inertia by chinxe, 9k

Louis gaped at him. “You…do know what it is I’m asking, right?” “But of course,” Lestat sniffed. “You want us to move past this oh-so-casual arrangement we have been cultivating for the past years, n’est-ce pas? You want us to date? Well, Louis, my answer is no.”

Lestat plays hard to get. Louis plays along.

we'll be diamond when the golden days are done by rickybobby, 43k

“Daniel, nothing is going on with me and Lestat.” He scoffs, his violet eyes flashing orange in an instant. “Well, that’s a terrible lie. Are you going to get back together again?” “No,” Louis says, perhaps a bit too forcefully. “We’re just friends. We’re taking it slow. And that’s good. It’s safe. I’m fine.” “Right, ok. Let me summarise: you’re not together, but you talk every day. You still want to fuck him, but you’ve unilaterally decided that you’ll take it slow until some point when you can’t anymore, and you’ve not discussed any of this with him. Is that correct?” Daniel states, ignoring Louis’ hiss of irritation. “That explains everything, actually.” --- Louis is determined to be more honest with himself and Lestat. Daniel tries to help, but for the most part, this only makes things worse.

Fifth Avenue by ohofcourse, 105k

After years of chilly separation, Claudia finds Lestat de Lioncourt, now the resident pianist at the New York Philharmonic, and asks for his help in ending Louis' fraught new relationship. A reinterpretation of the first two seasons of iwtv in a modern setting.

Ten Minutes by Lydia_Eve, 31k

“What say you for the vampire Louis de Pointe du Lac — guilty or not guilty?” “Guilty!” “And the sentence?” “Death!”

Time restarts. Lestat tries to get it right.

DEVIL'S MINION

in the deafening polar province called You by shineforthee, 145k

Daniel is sprawled out across the bed, loose-limbed and lazy, somehow filling all the open space it has to offer and leaving Armand to nestle into the gaps. His cheeks are flushed, blood pooling like it knows what comes next. Maybe it does. Armand was reading about classical conditioning the other day. About dogs who become accustomed to getting food when their handler rings a bell. Perhaps Daniel is the dog, Armand’s teeth sharp bells reverberating in his veins. Or perhaps Armand is the dog, Daniel’s blood a song rattling in his ears. He has been a dog before. He runs his tongue along the bow of Daniel’s collarbone, gathers the salt-sweat there and imagines what it tastes like because Daniel does. Armand remembers he loved Daniel, once, and that Daniel loved him. Or a version of them did, at least. It isn't his intention to go back to that, but it's not not his intention, either. Such is the prerogative of an immortal: to hold two contradicting desires simultaneously. If nothing else, it passes the time while he waits for this miserable interview to end.

strange mutations by leavethebes, 11k

Armand’s done it to him once before—gored him through the stomach, gutted him like a fish, snipped his gills off, and drained him right down to the fluttering valves of his heart. Left Daniel little more than a shriveled husk of a person, and somehow Daniel is back here anyway, on his knees in front of Armand and begging for the oblivion that was promised.

eighty proof and a lifetime by doztoevsky, 8k

It’s just - anticlimactic. New York Times Bestselling Blue Balls of a conclusion to the Armand of it all. He can picture the pierced graduate students at his indie bookstore readings now; their dubious, unsatisfied frowns of so, what, he just sat there? And you just left?

give me one good movie kiss and i'll be alright by moonieangel, 7k

The curtains were open, light streaming into the room. Why the hell were the curtains open? Irritated, Daniel drew the pillow over his head. It was promptly yanked away from him. Armand’s face was even closer now, bug eyes so near Daniel swore he could feel the feathery wires of eyelashes flutter against his skin. “We are going now.” “ Now?” Daniel asked. “Why now?” Armand looked very pleased with himself. “I have acquired a job.” (Armand gets hired as an action movie stuntman in a bid to impress Daniel, who doesn't really get the message.)

the sin and this mess we're in by ringfinger, 30k

He’s sitting on a beach he hates, trading shitty jokes with a centuries-old monster whose body count would put Ed Gein to shame and who is almost certainly also plotting to turn him into a flesh lampshade. “Don’t be dramatic,” Armand says, picking up on that thread, “I do wish you’d stop returning to that.”

& its sequel, that city sewer slut's the vibe by ringfinger, 5k

Your agent is undressing me with his eyes. Armand’s voice is soft, a little amused. He wants to know if the underwear matches. Daniel swallows. Armand’s nails scrape at his inner thigh, muted by denim and latex. Well, does it?

a haunting just for company by valkyrisms, 49k

"I know what a breakup looks like," Daniel says. "The better question is, why are you coming to me about it? I'm the one who broke up your little sham." "This is what humans do, don't they?" Armand asks, letting his voice drop. "Crashing on their friends' couches when there's a blip in their romances?" "Except we're not friends. We're actually very much not friends." Daniel shrugs, as if it's all the same to him. "And I can't imagine the great vampire Armand deigning himself to sleep on my fucked-up sofa. That thing's been here since the nineties." "Well," Armand only says. "I saw you have a guest bedroom."

to make tenderness a cleaving cut by earwen_neruda, 8k

Thus spoke the only fledging the vampire Armand will ever sire, after two years of premeditated severance: “I have it on good authority that if you kill me now, Louis will send you flowers.”

Delicate Machinery by LilacTinsel, 21k

In 1973, Armand makes him an offer. Daniel takes it, not knowing it leads him down a spiral that will make them both come apart.

the spiral is unspooling by reedroad, 157k

From 1974 to 1978, Daniel Molloy filmed his day to day life in an attempt to document the horror story he lived with. In 2022, Armand gives him a chance to revisit a documentary unfinished.

flash the camera (you're a star) by exastris_scientia, 10k

Daniel is starting to think he should put a little more thought into the promises he makes in the heat of the moment. He’d qualified it a little, sure, so technically he doesn’t have to do it. And it’s not like he needs the money, not after Louis and Armand had thrown his that’s my whore number comment back in his face by actually paying him ten million fucking dollars. But a promise is a promise, even if it’s one literally no one would expect him to follow through on. Whatever. He said he would, so he will. It might be fun. So he starts an OnlyFans.

let the rock roll by volkswagonblues, 68k

This is bullshit. Daniel has spent two years persistently dialling Armand’s mental phone number in the vampire psychic network, and after two years of getting the equivalent of ‘the number you’re trying to reach no longer exists,’ he bumps into his maker in a dinky little repair shop. In Canada. Smelling like—this is where Daniel must be going crazy, because Armand smelled like a human in there. An unremarkable, blood-filled, regular human, with notes of stale sweat and artificial lemon detergent. Which part of the vampiric telenovela that makes up Daniel’s life is this again? (OR, the fic where Armand shows up again as a human, but Daniel's still a vampire, and then they do role-reversal Devil's Minion nonsense)

[one-of-many-journeys]

Day 16

Carja Outlands

I fled the excavation site. I wonder if they'll suspect me when the Eclipse discover all those corpses in the dust.

The road led me past a Ravager’s stalking grounds, so I stopped to take it out and claim a trophy for the lodge. Tore off its canon, tied it down, and let loose. Felt good to get the tension out of my hands. Still shaking.

I crossed the river and took out few Longlegs, managing to salvage a lens intact for the merchants in Meridian village, along with a Snapmaw lens I picked up at the lake shrine in the jungle. I stopped at the fire by the riverside, the area now cleared of machines, and rested for a couple hours in the dry grass, exhausted. 

It was late morning when I set off again, woken by a sudden dust storm. Red ridge pass was nearby, where Erend said he’d be heading as of yesterday. He must have arrived by now, even on foot. 

On the way, I came across three corpses in the dust, two Banuk and what looked like an impoverished Carja. Still on their skins, like they were killed in their sleep. I followed some tracks but lost the trail further on. Bandits, most likely.

I found Erend fending off a couple of Lancehorns. I snuck up on one and detonated the chillwater canister of the other, finishing it off with a few strikes. 

Erend told me a little of the Shadow Carja and the context around the situation. Just hearing him tell it, it sounded suspicious. He wasn’t sure why Ersa had ventured so far from Meridian with just a few of the vanguard. He suspected a new treaty proposal, but then why wouldn’t Ersa have informed the king? She was captain of his defences, after all. Erend led me to the site of the massacre, and it didn’t take me long to realise my gut reaction had been correct. Bloodstains formed drag marks in the dust, leading to a set of cart tracks that continued up a nearby formation. Shadow Carja armour and arrows were scattered there unmarked. Unused. Someone staged the ambush. 

Erend and I followed the cart tracks to the ruins at the summit, huge circular dishes rusted to twisted scrap. There were Oseram waiting for us, and they attacked on sight. I ducked out of fire and scaled the structure to take out the snipers on high ground, while Erend dealt with the fighters on the ground. He fights well: slow, favouring frost to slow his enemies too, but strong. That hammer of his hits hard. All the harder in his grief, I think. 

One of the Oseram planted a machine lure. I was able to analyse it after the fact; a circular metal device that emits a signal pulse, calling in machines from afar. Might be able to put one to use someday. The lure called two Ravagers. I took out both their canons for a start, then joined Erend in frosting their powerful legs and claws, finishing them off with the fire of their own canons. Another Ravager trophy for the lodge. 

I investigated the field and only found more questions. Discarded armour straps, more unused weapons and a bloody stone. Then I saw a rig inside the ruin, aimed right at the spot where the vanguard had clearly fallen. Whatever they’d mounted on it was gone, but it had taken down the vanguard’s best without a fight and blasted through solid stone. The blood was pooled somewhere else, like they’d been moved and killed out of the firing line before being put in the cart and wheeled to the ambush site. I presented a theory to Erend, hoping my gut would keep proving reliable. 

The weapon incapacitated the soldiers somehow, using a force, maybe something like a Longleg’s cry or a Stormbird’s air blast. They dragged the bodies away and butchered them, but not before cutting Ersa’s armor off, putting it on a different corpse, then beating its face in until it was unrecognisable. Erend said Ersa’s face was just so. I asked him to check again. As for why the Oseram would kidnap Ersa, I’m at a loss, but maybe Erend has his suspicions. I didn’t want to grill him though. I could be wrong about all of this, and he seemed so elated, rushing back down the mountainside. I really hope I’m not wrong. 

My mount had wandered off from where I left it on the path. I guess my override module has a limited range. It was a fair distance on foot to the nearest herd, and by the time I was riding back to Cut Cliffs, it was dark. I spotted another Carja settlement closer by and assumed it would be like all the others I’d come across, but as I got closer I heard no music or joy. A moment of listening, then someone on the ramparts spotted me and started shooting. I was far enough away and fast enough on my mount that they got nowhere close, but I need to be more careful. There’s a civil war on after all. Not all Carja settlements are safe. That, or they saw the approaching Strider and freaked out. I passed Lonesome Rock as well, but I’ve got a feeling that won’t be safe for me either. 

Back at Cut Cliffs near midnight. I slept in an empty storehouse away from the dust storms brewing further out in the night.

[eddysocs]

Why Stay? — Nellie Lovett x OC

Summary: Nellie begins to question Effie's reason for staying on at the pie shop.

Word Count: 817

Warnings: Some light angst, mentions of death

A/N: Consider this as a sneak preview into a part of their fic.

"She’s charming. Always been charming. Nothing you need to get yourself all worked into a tizzy about, Nellie," she tried to self soothe, hoping that saying the words aloud would enhance their effectiveness, but it was not meant to be. The rolling of the dough used to be calming for her, and allowed her to clear her head, but here she was, having rolled it near as thin as a sheet of paper and she hadn’t even realized. Still, she could salvage it. That was something at least.

Her mind was filled with too many questions these days. Questions which led her to distraction in her waking hours and made for fitful nights of sleep. The Larkin girl. It had all started with her. She’d been with her —working for her— for some time now, reliable as ever, but Nellie couldn’t help but have her doubts.

It was the nature of her business that first raised these doubts. Effie may have been hardly more than a street urchin when she’d come across her, but now she was flourishing, and could no doubt have her pick of London's men, maybe even marry above her station in life, and yet, here she stayed, luring unsuspecting men to their deaths. But why?

It’s not as if she wished Effie would move on to better and brighter things. Surely she wanted that for her, but it wouldn’t be the same were she to go. She didn’t want her to go, but she couldn’t understand why she’d stay. It was immensely frustrating, actually. The clunk of heeled boots, and the creak of the stairs interrupted Nellie's inner monologue, and signaled to her that Effie had returned, leading yet another unfortunate sap up to a fatal haircut with Mr. Todd.

She’d have to say something, that was the beginning and end of it. Soon as she came down, she’d ask her outright. It had to be done. The loud, metallic clanging of the bell on the shop door rang just then, announcing Effie's entrance to the pie shop. "Shit," Nellie cursed, barely audible. She wasn’t ready.

"Good evening, Mrs. Lovett," Effie greeted cheerily. Her rosy cheeks and bright smile contrasted so starkly with the shop and the nature of their shared business that sometimes Nellie had a hard time believing she was even real. Would be like her to make up such a girl, now wouldn’t it? "Is something on your mind," Effie asked, once again taking her away from the goings on in her head.

"I did have a question, if I may." Effie nodded her permission for her to ask her question. "Why do you stay? Here, at the pie shop, doing…well, what you do. I know why you accepted my offer, but the shop is doing well now, I dare say." Nellie paused to knock on the thick wooden table she was preparing the pies at. "So I guess I was merely curious why you don’t go elsewhere, do less unsavory work."

Effie took a moment to consider her answer. She knew the reason she stayed on, but putting it into words took a bit of finessing. "I made a choice then, and I make the same choice now. Perhaps I could be engaged in some other line of work, or married, but that is not what I want for my life. I like it here. It feels like home, however dreary or macabre some may find it. I have become good friends with Mr. Todd, well as much as anyone can, I suppose."

Effie punctuated her last remark on Mr. Todd's nature with a tinkling laugh, the one Nellie so very much enjoyed. As she felt herself begin to smile, Nellie bent down her head to hide it from her, suddenly seeming very interested in the rolling pin.

"And I have you," Effie continued. "Even if I felt that I didn’t owe you a debt for bringing me in off the streets, I could imagine myself no place else. It isn’t the roof over my head that keeps me here. It is you."

This caused Nellie to freeze as the words settled around her, coagulating in her mind. Finally, she looks up at Effie, who's been awaiting her reaction. "Me," Nellie questioned, hating the way her voice betrayed her disbelief.

"Yes," Effie surely reaffirmed. Yet the shock on Nellie's face gave her pause. Perhaps she’d read her wrong. "Should I not have said? I wouldn’t have, only I believed you felt the same. Did you want me to leave? I regret if I’ve misconstrued—"

"No," Nellie interrupted. How good to know she wasn’t the only one who bumbled on like a dolt. She cleared her throat as Effie fell silent. "I don’t want you to go. Not ever. You’re welcome here as long as you like."

Effie smiled softly. "Then I think I should like to stay forever."

Forever Tag: @arrthurpendragon, @baubeautyandthegeek, @atjsgf, @kmc1989, @curious-kittens-ocs, @fanficanatic-tw, @kissykissymouth

Effie Larkin: @yellowbird-flying

[cherryrainn]

i love angst more than anything. thank you for the request and i hope i got this right <3

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— fading trust

cheating! onceler (greedler) x reader

the sun's warm rays spilled over the picturesque meadow where you and onceler sat, sitting inside a large restaurant. the air was filled with the soft melody of jazz, and a gentle breeze rustled through the vibrant curtains. it was a perfect day, or so it seemed.

you and onceler shared tender moments, laughing and teasing each other. his charismatic smile and confident demeanor had always captivated you, drawing you closer to him with each passing day. he was your world, the one you trusted implicitly.

but little did you know, behind that confident facade, onceler harbored a dark secret. unbeknownst to you, he had begun to indulge in the seductive allure of his business success, engaging in affairs that lured him away from the sanctity of your love.

as time passed, onceler became increasingly distant. he would spend nights out, claiming business obligations and pressing matters that demanded his attention. his phone became his constant companion, buzzing with messages and calls that he would dismiss with an air of nonchalance.

you, however, couldn't ignore the nagging feeling in your gut. something was off, and your intuition whispered of a growing divide between you and onceler. late nights were spent waiting, anxiety coiling like a serpent in the pit of your stomach.

one evening, unable to bear the uncertainty any longer, you followed onceler as he slipped out of your shared home/factory. the shadows masked your presence as you trailed him, your heart pounding with a mixture of fear and determination.

onceler led you to a dimly lit bar, where the clinking of glasses and the murmur of voices created a cloak of anonymity. you watched from a distance, your heart aching as he leaned in close to another person, his whispers drowned out by the music. their flirtatious gestures and stolen glances revealed a betrayal that shattered your world.

tears welled up in your eyes, threatening to spill over. the pain was raw, consuming, and overwhelming. you felt the weight of shattered trust pressing down on your chest, suffocating you with its heavy presence.

in that moment, you made a choice. you would confront onceler, demand an explanation, and fight for the love you believed could be salvaged. but as you approached, he turned, his eyes widening with a mix of surprise and guilt.

"y/n, it's not what you think," he stammered, his voice tinged with desperation. "i—"

but the words fell on deaf ears. the betrayal was too deep, too profound to be swept aside by hollow excuses. you turned away, tears streaming down your face, as you fled from the scene, the weight of heartbreak settling heavily upon your shoulders.

days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, as you struggled to navigate the aftermath of onceler's infidelity. the trust that had once been the cornerstone of your love crumbled, leaving behind jagged edges that cut through your heart.

you tried to hold onto the fragments of your relationship, clinging to the hope that things could be repaired. but onceler grew colder with each passing day, his affection replaced by indifference and distance. the love that once flourished in your hearts became a mere memory, fading into the depths of what could have been.

your heart ached as you witnessed the person you once loved become a stranger before your eyes. you poured your kindness and compassion into the relationship, desperately hoping to rekindle the flame that had burned so brightly. but your efforts fell on deaf ears, as onceler became more engrossed in his business affairs and the allure of success.

as the months turned into years, the toll of the emotional turmoil you endured began to take its physical toll. your health declined, a shadow of its former vitality. the weight of heartbreak settled deep within you, manifesting as fatigue, loss of appetite, and a general sense of numbness.

in the quiet moments, as you lay alone in your bed, you contemplated the fragility of life. the pain that had consumed you had become an unwelcome companion, a constant reminder of the love lost and the trust shattered. the idea of leaving this world, of finding solace beyond the confines of your pain, grew both terrifying and strangely alluring.

one winter night, as the snow fell softly outside, you drew your last breath. the bitterness of betrayal and the ache of lost love accompanied you to the very end. in death, you found release from the pain that had consumed you, leaving behind a world that had failed to protect your heart.

onceler stood at your graveside, his heart heavy with regret and remorse. the realization of what he had lost hit him with crushing force, as he finally comprehended the magnitude of his actions. "i'm sorry, y/n," he whispered, his voice choked with sorrow. "i wish you could know... how sorry i am"

but it was too late. the chance for redemption had slipped through his fingers, lost in the depths of your absence. he would carry the weight of your memory like an anchor around his neck, a constant reminder of the consequences of his choices.

in the years that followed, onceler lived with the regret that gnawed at his soul. the pain of losing you haunted him until his last breath, a constant reminder of the love he had lost and the devastating consequences of his infidelity.

[suicidalgamergirl]

Take your medication, Roman.

Take a short vacation, Roman.

You’ll be ok.

You need to know your station, Roman.

Some alterations on your clothes and your brain.

Finally, some written stuff today.

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The Vampire Ascendant looked at her. She was something. He could feel the sense of depression and self loathing that was omitting from this lady. What could have caused her to be like this? Could her ex be the problem?

Was she so stupid enough to give herself to him? She could have just stopped his advances on her. Though, her eyes shone more pain than pleasure.

He definitely didn’t like this at all.

She knew she fucked up. The vampire was curious about why her nature was like this. For once, this was the first time his bite didn’t lure his prey to fully control them and not having them scream in ecstasy for more of his sweet kisses. Was there something wrong with the venom? How come it didn’t work for her? There was no sign of arousal coming from her from his bite.

Only pain. How odd.

The more he looked at her, the more uncomfortable she felt. She was damaged goods alright. The only thing he knew about her was her blood was tasty and he did not want anyone else to have it.

Perhaps it was better off to leave. The human was a failed treat. Almost like eating rats and he told himself that he will never eat those vermin again, especially as a Vampire Ascendant.

“It’s ok,” she said as she used her arm to wipe her tears, “I’m used to it.” She knows how it’s like to be discarded. How to feel unwanted. How to fail a partner’s expectations.

She couldn’t even salvage a five year relationship. That’s how pathetic she was. Ken’s words were true.

“No one else will find you attractive,” Ken said, “I just gave pity on you because no one will ever want to sleep with you. You dumb bitch, should have given me what I deserved for being nice to you.”

The vampire kept looking at her. Psychically, there was nothing wrong with her. She was a plump woman with dark bags under her eyes. Her hair had two different colors. She looked like an average human. What made her feel like this? Such an ungrateful human.

It started to annoy him.

“Darling,” he began, “shall I leave you? You seem distressed.”

Yes. Her mind was screaming at her to get away from the Vampire Ascendant. You’ll end up as a drained corpse if he continues.

She lowered her head and was thinking about what to do now. She couldn’t receive pleasure. It was because she was touched starved for decades and then got fucked over by that student. So her body got defensive whenever the slight gesture of pleasure that ever came to her will only be seen as a painful result.

Though, if she let the vampire leave, she’ll be dooming someone else to be his meal. Nothing like ruined relationships to also make you feel guilty of bringing someone else to be slaughtered by the wolfish vampire.

It’s all your fault for helping a vampire bat. Now suffer the consequences.

Do you want someone else to die from your petty mishaps? That was even worse than sealing herself from pleasure. She had to make the vampire stay.

She looked back at the vampire again.

“Please stay,” she replied, “I dunno what to offer you. If you still want my blood, then finish me off.”

“Don’t be over dramatic,” he stated, “of course I want your blood. Though, what happened to you? You’re the first human prey I encountered that has no signs of the venom’s aphrodisiac. Others were screaming for me to drain them dry and offered themselves to me. You don’t. It’s very defining and annoying.”

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Vampires meeting sexless creatures. Mainly their bites are supposed to drive their prey madly into them. I really need to figure out to make it 18+ next chapter.

-V