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[jfolschinsky]

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Hell, Incorporated (Jeff Folschinsky Series)

[stabbyfoxandrew]

you know what's fucking insane though???

it's only been 3 days in the mafia front fic. THREE DAYS= ~34k. (so far, we're still on day three rn)

wow i'm truly insane. three days... mein gott

(potential spoilers for this fic in tags???)

[rosedpetal]

A Good Father

Summary: Ransom shows his family he knows how to take care of his own kid.

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader (as his baby mamma)

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: none

Author's note: this is a repost.

Masterlist

If years ago someone ever told Ransom that he'd get married and have children, he'd laugh in their faces. Whenever anyone in his family brought the topic of him settling down, he would leave the table and curse at them.

Until you came in the picture.

He was having the worst day ever, and he desperately needed a cookie. So, he went to the grocery store and was about to pick the last package left of his favorite cookies on the aisle, when you swayed your damned hips and got the package first.

Ransom was livid. He threw the most embarrassing tantrum ever, threatening to call security on you and ruin your life, but you just laughed at his face and asked if he wanted to share. Share! How dared you?

So, you bought the cookies and gave him half. After the first bite, his mood improved and he actually asked you out on a date. It was the best night of his life.

Five years later, you were married and had a baby. You moved to a nice house in a quiet neighborhood, and even adopted a stray dog (well, he just got home from work one day and the puppy was chewing on one of his expensive shoes, while you had the widest grin he ever saw on someone's face).

Ransom loved you with all his heart. And when you gave birth to your baby daughter, he loved her beyond words.

But right now, you were set on making him miserable.

"I'm not talking about this again, Hugh." You pointed your finger at him and he flinched. You never called him by his name. "You're going and you're taking Lily with you. Her nanny is sick, and I have to work."

"But babe-"

"Not. Another. Word." You gave him one of your deadly stares, and he actually felt sorry for Lily having such a scary mother. After petting your dog's fur, you turned to Lily on the highchair and peppered her face with kisses, while she giggled. "Mommy's gonna miss you so much baby boo, you tell me if your daddy misbehave!"

Ransom tried not to roll his eyes at you. You pecked him on the lips and he pouted. Before you left the kitchen, he called you:

"Babe, don't forget your jacket. It might get cold."

You smiled at him. You knew he was upset for having to take Lily to his family's horrible get-together.

After your car left the garage, he looked at his chubby baby, wondering if he'd succeed in shielding her from the evil of his family.

Things change after having your first child. First, Ransom started saving money. No more shopping sprees for him. Then, he actually tried to get his own thing, in which he failed miserably. Seeing his struggle, his good old grandad secured him with the ownership of their publishing company (for Walt's despair). The only catch: he'd have to show to family meetings at least until Harlan Thrombey's death. 

Which was how he was stuck in this mess in the first place. 

Ransom was not stupid. He could handle these annoying game nights, dinners and whatever by provoking everyone and leaving after setting the mood for a big fight.

But bringing his baby with him?

Big no.

Well, you shared his opinion on this. You two would avoid having Lily in their company as best as you could, but some things couldn't be helped.

Your trusted nanny called in sick, and you couldn't bring Lily to work.

Ransom wanted to cry. 

He took the fussing Lily out of the baby seat and struggled to put her in the carrier attached to his front, got her pink bag on his shoulder and closed the door of the car with his feet (how you managed to do all these things so gracefully were beyond him). He got on the front porch of Harlan's home and wanted to scream. What the hell was his great-grandmother doing there, sitting alone on that chilly afternoon, with such a thin blanket covering her?

"Hey Nana, why don't we go drink some tea inside?" He offered. The small old woman nodded, in a way he new she didn't actually acknowledged him.

Fuck his family for treating Nana like she was something disposable.

Ransom took Nana's small hand on his and carried her to an armchair in the living room, where Fran was serving tea to Harlan.

Before Ransom could even say "hi" his grandfather was already up and speaking in his "baby" voice with Lily. His daughter giggled, showing her cute teeny tiny new teeth.

It was fucking cute, but the days of Lily's teething made Ransom and Y/N traumatized.

"Hi to you too, granddad." Ransom rolled his eyes, sitting across his grandfather's seat.

"Tea?" Fran offered Ransom. He thanked her, an habit you made him build. Saying "thanks", and "please", things his parents didn't bother to teach him. He wanted Lily to be better than him, and by that, he had to make himself better than whatever he was.

The first time Ransom apologized to Fran, the woman was so shocked that she broke in a fit of hysterical laughter, while Marta just blinked like she was imagining things.

Ransom took a walk with Lily still safely attached to his chest. He didn't want to admit it, but she was getting heavier and harder to carry all the times. God, after five minutes he needed to sit down on a wooden trunk to recover.

Feeling like his breath was coming to normal again, Ransom went back to the house, noticing that there were more cars parked there.

Here comes the shit show.

At the dining table, Richard's voice mixed with Walt's, like they were competing on who would talk louder. Linda absently smoked a cigarette, promptly ignoring Joni. Jacob and Meg where fighting over politics or some shit, and Donna was on her phone.

A miserable-looking Marta sat between Fran and Nana on the small couch on the corner.

And Harlan ignored the rest of them, with a glass of whiskey dancing in his hand.

"Oh, there he is! And look who is here too!" Linda beamed, putting out the cigarette. 

Ransom grimaced when his mother's nicotine smelling hand brushed against his daughter's face. Lily was so calmed before, and it broke his heart when she started crying her lungs out, like she wanted to be away from Linda's greedy presence.

Lily's crying made everyone shut up. She was born eight months ago, and they saw her only once, when Ransom and Y/N took her to Harlan's when she was a newborn. Linda and Richard tried to visit Ransom's house a few times, but they quickly grew bored of the grandparents role.

Joni, Donna and Walt couldn't really care less for baby Drysdale. Meg tried to be as nice as she could with Lily, but she was terrified of babies. As for Jacob, Ransom didn't want that little creep close to his daughter.

"Oh, Ransom, is she hungry or something?" Linda grimaced at Lily's screams. 

No, mother, she's upset because she hates you. Ransom wanted to yell at Linda's face, but he just took Lily in his arms and rocked her gently, kissing her sweaty temple and running his thumb over her tears.

"Shh, love. 'S okay, daddy's here for you. My brave little girl, everything's gonna be alright, I'm here for you." Ransom whispered gently to Lily.

Linda gulped, suddenly feeling her eyes watering. She wondered if she could go back she'd be a better mother. She doesn't remember ever holding Ransom like that, not even when he was a baby. She didn't even breastfeed him, and she and Richard never woke up in the middle of night to soothe Ransom's cries. Not when they had nannies for that. Not when they could buy their way of not giving him their time or affection.

"You're good with her, son." Richard cleared his throat, feeling the same guilt wash over him.

"Of course I'm good with my own daughter." Ransom scoffed, still rocking Lily in his arms. He lowered his head to her. "There you go, baby. Wanna hang out with auntie Marta while daddy spend some time with these assholes? Huh?"

Marta smiled a little at the snarky remark, and Ransom passed Lily to her, who was already making grabby hands for Marta.

Of course she likes the immigrant nurse, Linda bitterly thought.

"Wow, that was so cute, Ransom!" Meg complimented. "You make me think even I could be a good parent! No offense, of course."

"None taken, cousin. Having children is life changing if you're ever willing to have your own."

"Ohhh, I miss when Meg was that tiny. You were the cutest thing ever, baby." Joni took Meg's hand on her own. Donna and Walt's gaze strayed to Jacob, who smiled at them.

The memories of Linda, Neil and Walt's feet running in the house flooded Harlan's memory. How he missed them like that. How he missed his deceased son and wife. 

The atmosphere in the living room was way more harmonious, almost soothing. The Thrombey-Drysdale family was taken aback by Ransom's behavior. They never thought he'd be a good father.

[blushblushbear]

cashew headcanons please im so so gay for him

TIME FOR DIS NUT aka our darling little bookworm

cut cause I went on for a bit and none of it is important OOPS

okay first off since he's a college boy let's start with the fact that he has zero alcohol tolerance

like none

he'll have 2 sips of a light beer or a half a shot of malibu and he's red in the face sweating and swaying like 'oh wow, I'm really feeling it haha'

Same with coffee

anything past a normal strength cup he's VIBRATING

he doesn't have a heart condition like Nimh but give him a shot of espresso and he'll think he does

is constantly waiting for someone to ask him for book recommendations

and when they do he is sponge bob's eager face BOY IS OVER THE MOON

also he doesn't just read good books

he'll literally read anything

he ADORES trashy novels

especially if they're spicy *eyebrow wiggle*

he recognizes they aren't good but they are so wild and out of pocket like

WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE'S SECRETLY HIS EX'S BROTHER AND ALSO HIS STEP MOM'S LOVER AND DATING HIS EVIL SECRET HALF COUSIN WHOSE TRYING TO KILL THEIR UNCLE AND HIS DAD BUT CAUGHT FEELINGS AND IS NOW PLOTTING TO TAKE HIM HOSTAGE ////WHAT?!////

he'd love shows like gossip girl and pretty little liars if they were BOOKS instead

except OOPS they are actually and he'd love to infodump about that little fact to me if I let him (at least I think they both are?? I know pretty little liars is-- THAT PLOT IS /NUTS/)

honestly he loves when things are written well but he also loves when plots are NUTS

the only kind of nuts he can have

well... second kind

he'd be a secret college slut (respectfully and also def not actually a secret) if he wasn't head over heels for you

now he's just in your dms/texts constantly

his family is just as quiet and mousey as he is

everyone is just as nerdy

though his dad doesn't read as much-- he's more tv and movies and games nerd

he gets his love of books from his mom's side

he'd KILL to be a librarian

or work at a bookstore

English major vibes

but not just vibes that actually is his major lol

has def had a crush on 3 different librarians growing up and 1 creative writing teacher

can't math for shit

his favorite parts of campus friends taking him on nights out is him getting to read in little corners he can find and the 3am breakfasts at the local diner

I've talked about this before but him Nimh and Poe are in a book club together

he thinks Nimh is the coolest cause he's a PA for a publisher

can read a harry potter length book series in an afternoon (also hates terfs <3 )

his favorite genres are romance of any kind but he does have a special fondness for the trashier romances, fantasy, and he does love a mystery but mostly cause he can never see the twists coming

the smartest idiot you'll ever meet

or maybe he's the dumbest smart guy???

either way he is both very clever and very simple all at once

also very well meaning

incapable of wrong

only of oops

(a lot of oops actually, he's kinda clumsy)

once went a whole day without eating cause someone recommended a new series and he LIKED IT VERY MUCH

I wish for the life of me I could remember ANY book series atm

I know of a few by like--- vaguely what they're about but I can't remember their names

he could though

he will spend whole dates telling you the plot of a book series in great detail

loves pets

not great with them

also low key allergic to a few

big rip cause he loves cuddles

cries over a cat at a distance while sniffing

also really likes birds

met a few birds as a squirrel and now he knows Poe who was a bird so like--

birds are buds of his

can't say no to something cute

cute eraser, cute pen, cute notebook, cute cookie, cute you

just can't refuse cute

would totally rock a cottage core vibe if he could manage to keep a plant alive

he lost his ficus Marcel and he's still low key getting over it

uses a wallet sized photo of you as a book mark

def has you or a pic of you and him as a lock screen

the home screen is a pic of a page of a book

is very good at those 'name the book this opening line is from' challenge

good omens, both the book and the show, WRECKED HIM

actually good omens was his fav book to screen adaption thus far

he has a few others but he's more excited about good omens

wants to be friends with Aziraphale

I could ramble on forever but I think I'll end it here

loves that hack where you put cheese on ramen

[ringo-ichigo]

James, STOP

James Somerton is trying to apologize again. First, James, CLOSEUPS ARE NOT THE RIGHT FRAMING FOR THIS "APOLOGY." Back that shit up to show your shoulders! This close is uncomfortable! One of the first things you learn for film is that extended closeups are uncomfortable for everyone! For the love of all the Muses, your saturation and lighting are terrible! Why is the focus off?! Also, also, finally on petty shit, why do your glasses frames have an etching on them that catches the light in such a weird way?! It's distracting!

Second, sir, sir, what is all this irrelevant bs?! Great, you explained why there was a huge spat with Jessie Gender. Most of it could have been cut down or just left at "I shouldn't have been as opaque about the situation." This was long winded and frankly not the real issue we have.

Third, sir, "getting permission" for the Evil Queens video... you got that after it was published and you'd been caught plagiarizing it. Let's correct that timeline error. Additionally, NO ONE CARES THAT YOU GOT PERMISSION FOR THE EXTRA COOKIE AFTER YOU ALREADY TOOK AND ATE THE COOKIE. YOU DON'T GET PERMISSION AFTER THE FACT.

Fourth, again, this wasn't "oops I cited it wrong" or "didn't credit properly." I will grant you actually fucking said the word plagiarism this time, but like... sir, you went to college. You had to learn how to cite sources. And frankly, you're not being held to college standards so like, get thee to fucking citationmachine and start a-plopping your sources in there. Boom done.

Five, why did you monetize this? No, I don't care that it's "for the people I plagiarized." Rule number one of youtube apologies: do not monetize your apology. It doesn't matter what excuse you make for it, it is... as the boys and girls and everyone in between say, a bad look.

I'm barely into watching this other reaction and I already want to yeet a table at this man. And for the record, I'm dealing with my lovely genetics' propensity for pain and still low key recovering from the stomach bug. I am pretty goddamn low on energy right now and I still have enough rage to fuel this.

[woneuntonzz]

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Note: Translation is not 100% accurate. Expect grammatical errors.

// : alternate translation | ⫘⫘ : flashback

I knocked on the door of Prince Gilbert's guest room with a determination that I had gathered from all my resolve.

The owner of the room came out immediately.

Gilbert: "… I never thought the little rabbit would come to visit me in the middle of the night."   //   "… I didn't expect a visit from the little rabbit in the middle of the night."

Gilbert: "Maybe you're a night crawler?"

Emma: "No."

(… I can smell the soapy scent of roses. Maybe he's just had a bath...)

His obsidian black hair is slightly damp, and his skin is glowing through his shirt.

The sight was sexy enough to make me gawk at him.

(I knew I shouldn't have come here in the middle of the night.)

(But I can't turn back now... I'll be too mopey to sleep if I don't do anything…)

Emma: "May I have a moment of your time?"

Gilbert: "Not just a little, but as much as you want."

Prince Gilbert opens the door wide for me, but I shake my head.

Instead, I pushed the tea cart in front of me.

Emma: "I wanted to give this to you."

Gilbert: ". . . . . ."

On top of the tea cart was a pile of cookies that even I, who had prepared them, thought were spectacular.

There are probably more than 100 cookies that I made in the kitchen without thinking.

Prince Gilbert froze for a moment with a widened red eye.

Emma: "... Perhaps you don't like sweets?"

(I was wondering if he likes to eat because he eats ridiculous amounts of food for breakfast…)

Maybe it wasn't just anything as long as it was food.

Gilbert: "What's this?"

Emma: "Thank you."

Gilbert: "Huh?"

Emma: "If I've gone the extra mile, I'll take it back."

As I tried to get the tea cart back, a cane blocked my path.

Gilbert: "You must have the guts to take back what you gave me, don't you?"

Emma: "… So, do you want it?"

Gilbert: "Of course. I was just getting hungry."

Without hesitation, Prince Gilbert reaches out for the cookie and tosses it into his mouth.

The expression on his face was so innocent that the name "Trampling Beast" was not appropriate.

(… I didn't expect you to be so happy.)

(I was confused, but I'm glad I made it.)

Emma: "Thank you very much for protecting me today."

Emma: "… Then—"

Gilbert: "Hey, little rabbit, you like tea, right?"

Emma: "Um…"

Gilbert: "... Right?"

Emma: "… Yes."

Gilbert: "Then wait for me in my room."

Emma: "No, as I said, I'm not going—"

Gilbert: "Wait for me... okay?"

Emma: "…… Okay."

Prince Gilbert pushes the tea cart back and pulls me into the guest room.

Meanwhile, the owner of the room left somewhere in a good mood.

(W-What should I do?)

I shrink into a corner of the room and stand there, but there is no sign that he will be back anytime soon.

When I looked around the room with nothing to do, what caught my eye was a black book on the table.

(That's…)

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Gilbert: "Oh...is this the book you've been into lately?"

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(… Prince Gilbert reads it too.)

Standing in front of a table, I look down at a book with gold lettering on a black background.

The book, which is also on the shelf of the bookstore, was given to me one day by the owner, who traveled around the world.

I don't know where it was published, but it seems to be the work of an up-and-coming author.

It is characterized by a realistic story in which the bargaining in the imperial court is depicted in detail.

(I don't think I want to read it again and again because the darkness in people's hearts is depicted so realistically…)

(A heroine who sticks to her virtuous convictions no matter what kind of scheming she encounters.)

The strength to face the mighty evil with a pure and innocent heart—

It's very different from me, who cowers in front of Prince Gilbert.

(… Oh, if you look closely, this book is a sequel!)

???: "You can keep it."

Emma: "!?"

A cold breath touches my ear, and I jump.

Reflexively turning around, I saw his refreshing smile.

Gilbert: "You always wanted to read it, right?"

(I'm getting less and less surprised that Prince Gilbert knows about me.)

Emma: "Are you sure?"

Gilbert: "Of course. That's a very popular book in my country."

Emma: "I see... you mean this book was from Obsidian!?"

Gilbert: "Yep. You didn't know?"

Emma: "Yeah… I never thought there was a book from Obsidian here in Rhodolite…"

Gilbert: "Rhodolite forbids imports from Obsidian."

Gilbert: "But books aren't a restricted item. They're just hard to get, so it's not illegal for them to be out there."

(... That's good.)

Shrugging his shoulders, Prince Gilbert begins to lay out the tea set on the table.

(I was distracted by the book...)

Emma: "Were you going to get it?"

Gilbert: "Yes, tea goes with sweets, doesn't it?"

(Oh shit. I didn't think that far ahead.)

Emma: "I'm sorry! I'll make it for—"

Gilbert: "Don't worry, I won't poison you."

Emma: "That's not the point!"

Judging from the two teacups, it seems that there is one for me as well.

(I can't believe I let a prince of a great country prepare tea for me...!)

Emma: "If I can't help you, I'll call one of the servants..."

Gilbert: "Oh, I hate being taken care of by others."

Gilbert: "So much so that I didn't bring any servants from Obsidian."

(… It's unusual, even though he is a member of the royal family.)

Without regard to my fidgeting, Prince Gilbert proceeded with his preparations with great dexterity.

Without any way to help, I found myself with a cup of sweet-smelling tea for two.

(When this happens, I have no choice but to do what I can to help.)

To at least make amends, I placed the cookies on the table.

And before I knew it, our tea party had begun.

Prince Gilbert sat on the sofa and gestured for me to come sit next to him.

Gilbert: "Go ahead."

Emma: "...Thank you."

Sitting as far away as possible, Prince Gilbert sips his tea.

I also took a sip to relieve my nerves and was surprised.

Emma: "It's delicious..."

Gilbert: "I drink too, so why would I serve something that tastes bad?"

(Prince Gilbert really is a man of many talents.)

Gilbert: "So...?"

Emma: "Yes…?"

Gilbert: "What's with the sudden change of heart? You looked at me with such contempt when we parted."

(Yes... maybe.)

I didn't despise him, but I was wary of him.

This is because I was terrified by the way he did not see people as humans, and I closed the door tightly on my heart.

Emma: "...I just don't want to be a person who can't even say 'thank you'."

Emma: "Even if the other party is a prince of an enemy country, even if he doesn't see people as humans."

Emma: "That's not a good reason to lack civility."

Gilbert: "There is no civility in a beast, is there?"

Emma: "... I guess you could say that."

(I think it is true that this one is a beast.)

(But still... it's a "person".)

I try very hard to tell him the obvious.

(... If I treat Prince Gilbert as a beast, I will always be afraid of him.)

(I'm going to hate myself if it stays that way.)

It's no wonder I can't maintain a minimum level of respect for him because he's a prince of an enemy country.

In a sense, it is synonymous with the unreasonableness that "those with status have the right to do as they please with those below them."

(I won't throw caution to the wind, but that doesn't mean I want to be afraid of everything.)

(Because as long as I don't treat him as a "person," Prince Gilbert will never treat me as a "person" either.)

Emma: "This thank you is just self-satisfaction. It felt good to be able to tell you."

Emma: "I think I'll sleep better tonight."

I keep all my thoughts to myself and take another sip of tea.

Feeling the taste more intense than before may be a sign of a hungry stomach.

Gilbert: "I feel good, too. It doesn't hurt to be thanked."

Gilbert: "Even to the point that I would be willing to protect you as long as you are in this castle."

Emma: "… I'm sorry, I can't be honestly happy to hear that."

Gilbert: "Hmm..."

Prince Gilbert places his teacup on the table and closes the distance between us.

Gilbert: "By the way, how come we haven't made eye contact since a while ago?"

Emma: "...! That's not..."

(I was deceiving him, but he noticed!?)

The tea in the cup shakes, and the agitation shows.

Gilbert: "I wonder if there's something I'm unaware of."

Emma: "Uh... no."

Gilbert: "Then look at me."

Emma: ". . . . . ."

Gilbert: "Hey?"

Emma: ". . . . . ."

(I can't say that Prince Gilbert is so sexy after his bath that I can't look at him directly...)

I looked up fearfully, unable to bear the pressure and silence…

His cold palms cupped my cheeks and forced my face to stay in place.

(Ah…)

His red eye looms in front of me, and I hold my breath.

Emma: "Please don't!"

Gilbert: "Ahaha, what are you talking about?"

Gilbert: "Isn't it rude to look away from a distinguished guest?"

Emma: "Maybe so, but..."

Gilbert: "Then you know what you have to do, don't you?"

(I wonder… if this person enjoys pestering me.)

I don't know what the significance of this act by Prince Gilbert is.

Suppressing my thoughts and emotions as much as possible, I continue to gaze into his red eye.

(Ah…)

(...I always thought they were blood-colored eyes, but when I looked closer—)

Emma: "It's... crystal clear."

Gilbert: "Hm?"

Emma: "I just realized that Prince Gilbert's eyes... are more like jewels than the color of blood."

(Beautiful... maybe) 

Gilbert: "Are you hitting on me?"

Emma: "... I'm not hitting on you."

Gilbert: "I can't believe the little rabbit is hitting on me."

Emma: "I'm not hitting on you!"

Gilbert: "I'm so happy... Please hit on me more?"   //   "I'm so happy... Please seduce me more?"

Emma: "Absolutely not!"

(I was careless!)

Prince Gilbert, smiling as freshly as the blue summer sky, presses his forehead against mine.

As expected, my heart skipped a beat in surprise.

Gilbert: "Are you less afraid of me now?"

Emma: "Eh…"

Gilbert: "Even with all this, I still want to get to know you."

(... "Make eye contact", that's what he was trying to do...)

The glimpse I caught of his face was so sincere that I was momentarily speechless.

When I was stunned, Prince Gilbert let go of my face, lifted my hand, and—

Emma: "Ouch…"

He bit me on the finger, and I frowned as hard as I could.

Emma: "Prince Gilbert!?"

Gilbert: "It made me happy, so I returned the favor."

Emma: "Why did you bite me?"

Gilbert: "It's my way of expressing my affection."

(I'm not happy at all...)

When I pulled my hand back in alarm, Prince Gilbert laughed, and his shoulders shook.

(... But it's strange. I'm not as scared as I was when I was bitten before—)

Gilbert: "By the way, didn't my prediction come true?"

Emma: "Prediction...?"

Emma: ". . . . . ."

(Speaking of...)

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Gilbert: "Maybe by the end of the day, you'll thank me."

Gilbert: "Thank you for protecting me, Prince Gilbert."

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(—Wait, so it's...)

Emma: "... You mean you had it all figured out?"

Emma: "Everything up until this moment when I visit your room."

I wanted him to deny it, but Prince Gilbert shook his head.

Gilbert: "You are a kind-hearted girl, you know. I knew you would come to me with a guilty conscience."

Gilbert: "The cookies were indeed unexpected, but other than that."

Emma: ". . . . . ."

(He read my every move and rolled it in the palm of his hand.)

(Prince Chevalier's foresight is excellent, but Prince Gilbert's is on the same level as his.)

Gilbert: "Think about it, little rabbit."

Gilbert: "If I had seen it all coming, even you coming to the room..."

Gilbert: "You know I'm the one who put you in this situation, right?"

Face him as a person.

Overcome the fear.

I should have made up my mind to do so, but then a cold sweat broke out on my cheeks.

Emma: "You said you wanted to be friends with me—"

Gilbert: "Yes, I want us to get along. So…"

Gilbert: "I won't let you out of my room tonight."

[rrawrrxd]

here have a freaky redacted x nate drawing and buncha nate headcanons/bits of characterisation

•he came up with ydkj in the first place, founder of jellyvision

•as per 1995 hes being a big dork about it

•not very good at running the company though, mostly slacks off

•wanted cookie to host ydkj vol. 1, but publishers liked his demo voice-over

•since 1998 hes not a dork anymore. very chill. (still a dork just better at hiding it)

•panicked when he first started getting white hairs, now thinks it makes him look cool

•doesn't have an all-time job or an apartment. lives in his office, with cookie, or the person hes currently dating

•has a big tie collection

•also had an entire closet of different hawaiian tees, but gifted em all to buzz

•lived with buzz for a period of time in 2000. they parted ways not on a very good note.

•parties a lot, gets drunk or high as a coping mechanism

•in 2014 comes up with jackbox party pack and finally gets a job!

•god awful sleep schedule

•2018 wasn't a good year for him. everyone who was close to him now are either controlled by an evil ai, gone from his life, or both. hes constantly high—he is not coping well.

•bonded with redacted on the basis of shared paranoia :) :) :)

•rarely leaves his office, wich is now the anti-binjpipe alliance headquarters (the anti-binjpipe alliance consists of him and redacted)

•wears the same shirt he got 20 years ago

[writelikethrollope]

Writing Share Tag

Thank you @aintgonnatakethis for the tag!

When Amber opened the door she couldn't have been more surprised: outisde, with a black t-shirt and short jeans, stood a girl around ten years of age. Maybe, the witch thought, it was already time for the scout girls' annual cookie campaign. The kid smiled a fully-teethed smile. - Hi! I'm looking for the old, evil witch that lives in the woods! Is this her house? - Amber was horrified. Firstly, she was only 30 years old which, she thought, hardly qualified her as "old." And more importantly, she was not evil. A little wicked sometimes, yes, when for example she poured Newt's eye in Sarah Mason beauty tonic. But Sarah was a bully and her revenge, though petty, was well deserved.

I found a couple paragraph of something I was writing last year and 1. i didn't remember writing this but I found the overall story funny and 2. it seemed to me that it was much much longer since I had written anything so I felt kinda better about myself. Also I had still never published anything I wrote here so this is a nice excuse :D

Tagging (no pressure, no stress): @leitereads ; @renasdoodles ; @mjparkerwriting ; @xenascribbles ; @thedeerwight

[readjthompson]

My collection Toby Chalmers Commits “Career” Suicide: The Complete Saga is now purchasable, courtesy of The Evil Cookie Publishing! Kindle and paperback editions!

Book overview:

An animal-vegetable hybrid home invader!

A murderous small press owner!

Abductive extraterrestrials looking to collaborate!

As author Toby Chalmers shifts his creative focus from horror to pervy bizarro fiction, a succession of freakos enters his life. Will he survive their attentions? Will he ever write a bestseller? And why has cancel culture latched its mephitic gaze onto him?

This collection includes the previously published novellas Toby Chalmers Commits “Career” Suicide and Toby Chalmers Hits a New Low, plus two more misadventures!

[little-pup-prince]

Albert Wesker as a caregiver

♡ . . . . ♡ . . . . ♡

he thinks youre the only good thing that ever happened to him and will protect and cherish you a way that is unmatched

would really like you to live with him but if you cant or dont yet want to he is the most patient man alive

will answer your texts usually the moment you send them

and will listen to your voicemails and watch the pictures and videos you send him like a live feed/ podcast, no matter when or where

he has kids activity books in his car for you and you can watch movies there or listen and sing along so songs together while travelling

he definitely has a chaffeur but if youd like for only the two of you to be there, he can surely handle the driving

will buy you any toys you had but growing up lost somewhere or gave away if you would like

reminds you that while his favors of this nature are basically without limit you shouldnt compete with other kids on the size or worth of your toys because what really matters and will bring closure is how much you love them and take care of them

the comfiest, finest clothes for his baby only > he will love if you dress all colourful or if you choose monochrome clothes as well, as in one it just shows how you complete him and have all that purity he admires and will protect no matter what or you dress like him and he always appreciates a less-evil, mini him who is full of curiousity and wants to know everything about the world

would love to watch science shows made for kids and try out the experiments

if you are up to it he can show you one with similar mechanisms in bigger (only if you feel brave enough and you can hold his hand, as these ones can be scary)

also animal documentaries (that he totally checks beforehand to be totally safe for you), and later you can recreate the scenes either playing with plushies or with play-pretend as the animals yourselves

any cartoon or series you like he will watch

will have you cuddled up and probably you fall asleep on him very often. then he gently carries you to your bed

im sure he has t-shirts and hoodies from all the places he worked for. you can wear them of course as he really has no desire parading in something meant to show loyalty to the names on them. you can ask all about the different jobs he had and he will gladly tell you some funny stories from there

he definitely has a pool and a separate jacuzzi you can play in

probably made a bedroom and a playroom just for you in his home

downloaded games on his phone just for you, but you have your own as well

will read you any bedtime stories you want. the book was never published in english? no problem he will have it translated and printed so it will resemble to the one you had in days

will learn your native language if it isnt english and try his best to pronounce any terms of endearment you like to be called

goes easy on house rules occasionally, which is really a happy moment for you, and you can sleep on the couch and watch tv a little longer into the night

wont have rules on what you eat as he knows well relationship with food is different for everyone, but will offer you to make it into cute shapes and serve it to you on a kids plate or tray with patterns of your favourite cartoon on them

you can be as energetic around him as possible, him being infected with ouroboros protects him from everything

you are of course always safe from everything he works with, his lab at home too is secured, you cant accidentally wander in there

he understands if you dont like the outdoors or have special triggers and is very attentive of those

he decorates the fridge with your drawings and colored pages but he prefers them to be framed and put elsewhere as the kitchen can be a messy place

you can help him cook if you'd like. lets you eat a little of the raw cookie dough because he works with only the safest and best ingredients

which means he can get you anything you may miss in the country he is currently living in

helps you study if its what you do in little space

will help with little activities as well. carry boxes or toys for you that you find heavy or too far to move yourself, especially if youre very focused

will never question your choice of colours on a drawing or the way things you crafted are. if youd like to, you can tell him all about the idea behind them and he will listen intently and will tell you if its something he saw in fine art as well - he is always amazed when his little imitates something like that

will play with you if the game you like has co-op or multiplayer mode if you invite him

cheers on you and lets you progress in your own pace. (he probably played it before, if not read the guide so he can help immediately if you are lost and of course not to make the game accidentally progress)

[999-roses]

anon. here's a reading list on what actually happened during the Tiananmen Square Protests. If you're all skeptical that it's biased doctored Chinese censored narrative, you can skip to the section titled 'Corporate Media Distortion': it's full of accounts from western journalists who were at the scene and on the ground during the events, completely not accountable to Chinese media bureaus.

Yep. People died and it's a painful topic. But, no 'massacre'. Let the truth set you free.

When June 4 is discussed in China (rarely in public but sometimes in think tanks, higher level academic settings, party documents, etc) they never really deny that the killings took place, but instead focus on the need to move on and “learn from the tragedy so it never has to happen again,” to paraphrase the general messaging. Yet you seem to believe that there was no massacre at all? No repression? Get your stories straight, jack!

no that’s not how they discuss it and also the idea that it can’t be discussed “in public” is your racist view of China. wrong on all counts. perfectly American to get every fact wrong then act smug about it. also you missed the entire point of what i was saying about “tiananmen square massacre” not existing, you failed basic reading comprehension then decided you can talk down to me.

[xox-b1te-m3-xox]

yo!! i'm hunter (im 20 yej), i'm also known as lepus / leppy / lele, rev / revolver, uzi, moxie, calware / cal, hornet, freminet / fremmy / frem, wolf, lugia, reshiram / reshi, or any of my other kin names. im gay and cosmoveric errorgender / libramasculine (he/they/neos), see my pronouns page for my neopronouns list & all the kin names i use!!!

professionally i use the names colt and orion !! i don't really use those names on this account though this is my hell fandom space lmfao

im also experimenting with the names dusk and ghost, so if you want to refer to me with those names i don't mind!!

i block minors that interact with my content sorry abt that, its nothing personal, i just dont want kids in my space!! i will prolly forget why i blocked you like 3 years down the line so i might not unblock

IF YOU'RE COMING FROM MY PROFESSIONAL SOCIALS, ABANDON ALL HOPE YE WHO ENTER HERE BECAUSE I AM NOT PROFESSIONAL HERE, SEE MY BSKY FOR PROFESSIONAL CONTENT

cringe culture is dead, so i'm gonna be cringe on main!!!!! im a border collie therian and a furry, so im ultra levels of cringe aren't i, bite me

this post is way too FUCKING long so feel free to read this intro and leave it at that idrc i wrote this for me anyways (/hj)

yes i format my page like a 15 year old so what?? i never mentally recovered past middle school anyways

im medically diagnosed with major depressive disorder, generalized anxiety disorder, borderline personality disorder, ADHD, and bipolar 1 disorder........................... ya boi is fucked up god damn (im being medicated for everything and i'm getting therapy don't worry)

in other news, i publish books under the name hunter bunnyfields !!

theres tons of stuff under the cut including the fandoms im into, if my edit requests are open, my kin list, my tags, and my social media!

by the way fuck the algorithm tumblr can suck my metaphysical dick

if you want to you can send me asks about any of the fandoms im into or ships i like just be wary about sending spoiler content (like endings or other paths) unless i've explicitly posted about it before

i'm not gonna bother listing all my ships bc a lot of them are pretty obvious just bc of these post dividers (hunter route is best route fight me idgaf i speak the truth, and im into blondes) but feel free to send me other ships (i will judge you harshly for them /silly)

so moving on, the fandoms im into & games i like include: sonic, cotl, fnaf, pokemon, hyv games (except tot), yttd, undertale, space leaper, afterl!fe, nimona, lackadaisy, minecraft: story mode, professor layton, fnf, bluey, afk journey, hollow knight, mystery skulls animated, resident evil, steven universe, portal, prodigal son, crash bandicoot, ddlc, iron lung, ispwm, nichijou, futurama, coraline, shrek/puss in boots

my hyperfixations that i never stfu about no matter what im currently into are: murder drones, danganronpa, aphmau, my little pony, cookie run, warrior cats, vocaloid/sekai, promare, the legend of zelda, adventure time, camp buddy, ninjago, what lurks beneath, stardew valley, dynasty warriors (specifically 6), minecraft

some things i'm looking to get into/games i'm one day planning to play/tv stuff i wanna watch include: left 4 dead, before your eyes, nine sols, a plague tale, dust: an elysian tale, kingdom hearts, sky, skyrim, klonoa, life is strange, fire emblem, ori & the will of the wisps, somali and the forest spirit, beastars, brand new animal, yellowstone, wicked, the spiderverse, lego money kid, the bad guys, turning red

feel free to ask me about any of them idrc i like talking!!!!!!!! i also forget that im in most of these fandoms half the time and i'm sure there's more i've forgotten to add im just stupid

dont send me spoilers from the things im not into ill block you lol

anyways if you wanna talk stuff i used to be a fan of, then you can also talk to me about: tadc, tower of fantasy, food fantasy, mystic messenger, deltarune, be more chill, dear evan hansen, the walking dead (+ fear & world beyond), ace attorney, mario, among us, tmnt, league of legends, p5 (+ royal), honkai impact 3rd, detroit: become human, bnha, chunibyou, higurashi, alien nine, regular show, harry potter (ew, i know), anything disney/pixar tbh, zootopia, dc/marvel

just keep in mind when talking about the above things that i have not kept up with/indulged in content from these series in years, so my memory might be shot for a lot of them, and i may not remember stories/characters/titles all that well, so yeah just fair warning

yes im a kinnie no i don't care about doubles no i won't tell you my full kin list i'll just randomly drop the fact i kin characters sometimes (this is a lie; i have pretty much all of my kin names on my pronouns page, i've just got some of em as friends only lmao)

if you want a few characters/creatures i personally identify with, if it wasn't already obvious by my intro, my mains are: freminet from genshin impact, uzi from murder drones, moxie from the lonely wolf series, reshiram & lugia from pokemon, & hunter from camp buddy

some of my other major kins include wanderer, herrscher of sentience, vflower, ivypool, jayfeather, starlight glimmer, kokichi ouma, surge the tenrec, kieran (pkmn), finn (at), and lio fotia

i kin more characters those are just the main ones, i'm the worst combination of all your least favourite character tropes!!!!

feel free to ask me about my kins if you want, or ask what kin shift im in idrc, i dont kin shift that much anymore but sometimes i do, i have tons of kin names on my pronouns page so there's that too

i do edits and moodboards sometimes??? i guess?? sometimes i'll make icons or whatever, sometimes i do fancy dividers, hell did you guys know im an artist?? i do art sometimes too, occasionally i do sprite edits if i feel like it but i'm not that good at replicating artstyles so shrugs, mainly just do ur classic 2018 tumblr edits here

so uh if you want some icons or whatever the fuck else i listed

✨ Feel Free To Send Requests ✨

i don't have much of a blacklist other than don't be weird about ships (so no pr*sh*p stuff) and don't ask for nsfw/gorey stuff

but i do edits pretty rarely so don't expect a lot from me lmaooo

for some reason i also made tags for some of my bs ramblings so stuff usually tagged with .txt is miscellaneous bullshit i post (ocasionally some of my posts are funny, i think)

some, but not all of them, may include: legendary post archive.txt, the brainrot.txt, random.txt, art.txt, psa.txt, save.txt/saves.txt, asks.txt, fave.txt signal boost.txt, promo.txt, random.txt, textingronpa.txt, the journal.txt, ask meme.txt

most of my personal ramblings go under random.txt but occasionally i add other stuff, so if the tumblr search function allows you to peruse the tags go ahead idrc if you do

in particular my primary tag is 'the journal.txt', as this is where most of my rambling about my novel series go, i've been working on the series since 2015 so i don't like to shut the hell up about it lmfao

a lot of my posts are LONG POSTS, so if you don't wanna see long posts please blacklist the 'long post tw' tag bc that's what i normally tag them as!!! yes, i mean it, ill post them a lot

if you see something tagged as 'ask meme.txt' whether you're scrolling through my blog or i just reblogged it, you can send me shit for it and i'll find the original psot i swear, send me shit from 13 years ago idgaf ill answer it bc im bored

stuff that goes into 'the brainrot.txt' is usually random fandom shit that pretty much has made a permanent place in my brain, despite my current obsession being different this shit somehow always manages to have a grip on me, and i use this tag a lot so lmao

hey i have a shit ton of ✨ social media ✨ and ✨ miscellaneous bullshit websites ✨ if you wanna check em out, idk why you'd wanna do that tho all my cringeposting is already here

BLUESKY || TOYHOU.SE || MY OFFICIAL WEBSITE REDBUBBLE || FANDOM WIKIA || TWITCH || AO3 SQW || WATTPAD || DEVIANTART  || ARTFIGHT COMICFURY || MAIN YOUTUBE || GAMEJOLT PATREON || POKEFARM || FANDOM YOUTUBE

i've got some accs i'm only leaving up to ward off impersonators so i'm not linking them here but if you want to know what they are idrc if you just ask me through the askbox or whateve

[ga-yuu]

[Bite On The Finger As A Sign Of Friendship] - Gilbert Normal Story

With the determination that I have gathered and made, I knock on Prince Gilbert's room where he's staying as a guest.

The owner of the room instantly opened the door.

Gilbert: "....Little bunny, didn't think you'd come to see me in the middle of the night?"

Gilbert: "Are you perhaps secretly a night crawler?"

Emma: "Wrong!"

(....He smells like roses. Maybe he just had a bath.)

His black-glossy hair is slightly damp and his skin peeking through his shirt makes him look....hot.

The view looked so good that I cannot look away.

(I know I shouldn't have come here in the middle of the night)

(But I can't turn back now, because...I won't be able to sleep if I don't do this)

Emma: "May I have a little bit of your time?"

Gilbert: "Why little? You can stay here as much as you want."

Prince Gilbert shakes his head and opens the door wide enough for me.

I instead, pulled the rolling tray I brought along with me.

Emma: "This is for you."

Gilbert: "........"

On top row of the tray, was a plate filled with cookies that I prepared.

I made more than 100 cookies without thinking.

Prince Gilbert froze for a moment.

Emma: "....Do you not like sweets?"

(I thought you liked to eat because you had an unbelievable amount of food at breakfast...)

Maybe I was wrong and he was only eating them because he didn't want anything to go to waste.

Gilbert: "What's that for?"

Emma: "....Thank you."

Gilbert: "Hmm...?"

Emma: "Looks like I've gone the extra mile, I'm taking it back!"

As I tried to go back with the rolling tray, a cane blocked my path.

Gilbert: "Bold of you to take back the gift you brought for me."

Emma: "....So, you will take it?"

Gilbert: "Of course. I was hungry anyway."

With hesitation, Prince Gilbert picks up a cookie and puts it in his mouth.

The expression on his face seemed bright and innocent and didn't give the vibe of a Trampling Beast.

(...You look so happy)

(I was hesitant at first, but I'm glad that I came)

Emma: "Thank you very much for protecting me today."

Emma: "....Then..."

Gilbert: "Little bunny, you like tea, don't you?"

Emma: "...Umm.."

Gilbert: "You do right?"

Emma: ".....................Yes."

Gilbert: "Come inside and wait."

Emma: "No, I don't mean to interrupt your privacy..."

Gilbert: "You will come inside and wait....right?"

Emma: "................................Yes."

Prince Gilbert pulls both me and the tray inside his room.

Meanwhile, the owner of the room leaves humming happily.

(W-What should I do now?)

I stand in the corner of the room like a statue and it felt like there is no sign of him coming back anytime soon.

I looked around the room and noticed a certain black book on the table.

(That's..)

-----FLASHBACK-----

Gilbert: "Ah...Aren't you into this book lately?"

-----FLASHBACK ENDS-----

(....Even Prince Gilbert is reading it)

I stood in front of the table and looked at the black book whose title was printed in golden letters.

It was a book that was also in my bookstore, which my employer bought from traveling around the world.

I don't know where it was published, but it seems to be the work of an up-and-coming author.

The story is characterized by a realistic atmosphere in which the games played on the Court are elaborate.

(I don't think I want to read it again and again because of the realistic depiction of the darkness in people's hearts)

(It's cool to have a heroine who maintains her noble convictions no matter what kind of scheming she's subjected to)

The strength to face the mightly evil with a pure and innocent heart.

It is very different from me who cowers in front of Prince Gilbert. (At least you're doing your best!)

(....Oh, if you look closely, this is a sequel!)

???: "You can keep it if you want."

Emma: "!?"

A cold breath touches my ear and I jump.

I turned around reflexively and saw a fresh smile.

Gilbert: "You always wanted to read it, right?"

(I'm less and less surprised that Prince Gilbert can read my mind)

Emma: "Can I?"

Gilbert: "Of course. It's a popular book in my home country."

Emma: "Oh...Wait, it's from Obsidian!?"

Gilbert: "Mm. You didn't know?"

Emma: "Yes....I didn't think there would be an Obsidian book in Rhodolite."

Gilbert: "Rhodolite forbids imports from Obsidian."

Gilbert: "But books aren't a restricted item. They're just hard to get, so it's not illegal for them to be out here."

(....That's good)

Cowering my shoulders, Prince Gilbert begins to arrange the tea set on the table.

(I was so preoccupied with books, but----)

Emma: "Do you usually have tea at this time?"

Gilbert: "Yes, you can't have sweets with a nice tea, right?"(Even in his game everyone wants to have tea in the middle of the night!)

(Oh shit, I didn't think that far ahead)

Emma: "Sorry! Let me make it for you!"

Gilbert: "Don't worry. I'm not going to poison you or anything."

Emma: "That's not why I offered to help!"

He sets two teacups for both me and him.

(Having a prince of such a great nation to prepare tea for you is a little....!)

Emma: "If I can't help you, let's at least call a maid."

Gilbert: "Oh, I don't like it when other people take care of me."

Gilbert: "So much so that I didn't bring any servants from Obsidian."

(...That's really unusual for a member of a royal family)

Prince Gilbert proceeded to make the tea, ignoring me who is flustered.

Without any help, I found myself with a cup of sweet-smelling tea.

(When this happens, I have no choice but to do what I can to help)

To make amends at least, I arranged the cookies on the plate.

And before I knew it, our tea party began.

Prince Gilbert sat on the sofa and gestured towards me to come sit next to him.

Gilbert: "Come here."

Emma: ".....Thank you."

Sitting as far away as possible, Prince Gilbert sips his tea.

I also took a sip to relieve my nerves and was surprised.

Emma: "This is so good...."

Gilbert: "I'm drinking this too, so why would I serve something that tastes bad?"

(Prince Gilbert is so multi-talented)

Gilbert: "....So."

Emma: "Hm...?"

Gilbert: "What's with the sudden change of heart? Earlier this day, you looked at me with contempt when we parted."

(That's....true)

I didn't despise him, but I was wary of him.

I was terrified by the way he did not see people as humans and I closed the door to my heart tightly.

Emma: ".....I just didn't want to be someone who can't even say 'thank you."

Emma: "Even if the people you're dealing with is a prince of an enemy country, even if he doesn't see people as humans....."

Emma: "That's not a good reason to be disrespectful."

Gilbert: "But beasts have no manner according to you, right?"

Emma: "........Well."

(I think it is true that this one is a beast)

(But even so.....he's still a human)

I try very hard to tell him the obvious.

(...If I continue treating him as a beast....I will always remain afraid of Prince Gilbert)

(I'm going to hate myself if that keeps happening)

It's no wonder I can't maintain a minimum level of respect to a prince of an enemy country.

In a sense, it is synonymous with the unreasonableness that 'those with status have the right to do as they please with those below them."

(I won't throw caution to the wind, but that doesn't mean I want to be afraid of everything)

(Because as long as I don't treat him as a 'human', even Prince Gilbert would not treat me as a 'human')

Emma: "This thank you is just for self-satisfaction. I feel good after I told you this."

Emma: "Now I think I can sleep well."

I keep all my thoughts to myself and take another sip of tea.

Perhaps it is a sign of a stronger hunger that I taste more than I did earlier.

Gilbert: "I feel good too. It doesn't hurt to hear you thank me."

Gilbert: "Enough so that I would be willing to protect you while you are in this castle."

Emma: "....I'm sorry, I don't know if I'm happy to hear that or not."

Gilbert: "Fufu...."

Prince Gilbert places his teacup on the table and closes the distance between him and me.

A cool hand rested on my cheek and my heart jumped.

Gilbert: "Are you a little less afraid of me now?"

Emma: "Mm..."

Gilbert: "Even with all this, I still want to get to know you more."

(........)

The glimpse I caught of his face was so sincere that I was momentarily speechless.

I was so stunned that Prince Gilbert lets go of my cheek and picked my hand----

Emma: "Ouch..."

He bit my fingertips and I frowned as hard as I could.

Emma: "Prince Gilbert!"

Gilbert: "I'm happy so I returned the favor."

Emma: "...Why did you bite me?"

Gilbert: "It's my way of showing affection."

(I'm not happy at all...!)

When I pull my hand back in alarm, Prince Gilbert's shoulders shake in a funny way.

(...How strange. It was scarier last time...)

Gilbert: "By the way....my prediction came true didn't it?"

Emma: "Prediction....?"

Emma: "....Ah."

(Prediction.....)

----FLASHBACK-----

Gilbert: "By the end of the day, you'll thank me."

Gibert: "You'll say, 'Thank you for protecting me, Prince Gilbert."

----FLASHBACK ENDS-----

(Wait..that means...)

Emma: "...Does that mean you saw this all coming?"

Emma: "Even to the point of me coming to your room?"

I wanted to deny it, but Prince Gilbert shakes his head.

Gilbert: "You're a kind woman. I knew you would come to me with a guilty conscience."

Gilbert: "Yeah, but I didn't expect you to bring me cookies and all though...."

Emma: "......."

(He read all my movements and I was rolling on his palm)

(....Prince Chevalier has excellent foresight, but Prince Gilbert's foresight is no joke. He's equally brilliant....)

Gilbert: "Think about it, little bunny."

Gilbert: "If I've seen it all coming...."

Gilbert: "You must know I'm the one who put you in this situation, right?"

We faced each other.

I tried to conceal my fear.

I made up my mind to do so, but still, a sweat broke out on my cheeks.

Emma: "You said you want to be friends with me..."

Gilbert: "Yes. I want to be friends with you. That's why..."

Gilbert: "I won't let you out of my room tonight."

[theressomethinghappeninginparis]

It's been a while.

Let me tell you why. I left the Croft Manor and went to Utah.

I know, it's a leap of faith I took, but it was worth it. I have retrieved knowledge and information and shared all I know with Lara Croft as well as with Mister Trent. I needed a day's rest at the Croft Manor and I felt slightly ashamed, but I am no superwoman like Lara, and my knee is still throbbing. I hope I haven't relocated anything, lol.

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Here's a whole list of things I asked Lara Croft. She was kind enough to sit by me while I was sipping tea, moaning, and trying to recover from *points at everything*. Q: The piece of the Sanglyph I have given you, what do you know about it? A: From what I have gathered: the Sanglyph is a relic created by Eckhardt. You surely crossed paths with this psycho already. It's a disc that can be parted into five pieces. To prevent mortals from using it, he was hiding it inside the five Obscura Paintings. Q: So the paintings were his idea, too? A: He commissioned to get them painted andhid the pieces in there until his glovey-dovey hands could get onto a Nephilim. (me: the Lux Veritatis later seized them, let them be painted over by Brother Obscura, and scattered them). Q: This guy's not normal, right? A: Best actor in history. No, he's neither normal nor human. He was. With a deal he was made immortal, and the cost was reviving the Nephilim race. He's a vessel for over 500 years of evil, alchemy and hatred for humans. And the LV. Q: The Lux Veritatis were a pain in his life? A: You guessed it.They tried anything to stop him, even putting him in a ditch for several hundread years until an Ally bomb hit the castle and he could break free. The Shards were recollected by Heissturm, who gave them to his son. I think you've met him already. Q: If you mean Kurtis- yes, I've read about him. But I haven't had a chance to talk to him yet. A: In case you can offer something, he'll talk. He loves teamwork. (Lara chuckles, is that a smile?) Get the Sanglyph to him and ask him to get it here, at some point. I trust him, he'll do so. (me: I think we all know Lara Croft will not hesitate to track me down and shoot me if I were to disappear with it, so I guess...it'll do.) Q: (...) Thank you, again. What do you know about him? A: He's a tough cookie, a mercenary. Who is out for revenge. All he can think of now is to stuff Eckhardt's and his allies' faces with bullets or sever their heads. He was of great help, although I took care of Eckhardt first...anyway. He was of great help, especially in our escape out of the Louvre. Q: Speaking of Louvre- the killings in Paris and Prague. Was that Eckhardt? A: Not all of them. The murder of Werner was Karel (she looks aside). He's almost weirder than Eckhardt, I don't know much if anything about him. And, he is, you won't believe it, a shapeshifter. These Nephilim guys (she looks at me again) are a whole lot of strange. Q: (...) You mentioned the Shards... A: Kurtis knows way more. All I know is that they're way too scary to Eckhardt. You know, maybe bring him his, the one I have...he surely misses it. Q: Are you sure he wants to talk to me? Kurtis, I mean? A: If you have trouble convincing him with the Periapt Shard, just tell him (she smiles) I'd love to see him again. That'll convince him (she gets up to leave), trust me.

Transcript of the fourth page: This is all I can write in this journal. We talked a bit more, obviously, and she handed me Kurtis' contact information. He should be in Utah now, but I have his number in case I don't find him at home- it's somewhere in dumbfuck nowhere. Lara lets me stay for as long as I want and I can roam the Manor's museums (or "rooms" like Lara calls them") freely. I got a ticket to visit the USA, and am preparing a catalogue of questions for Kurtis Trent. I kind of hope he lets me write down more. In case he gets back to being a ghost he might allow me to publish more. It feels good to not be on edge all the time. Not having a maniac roam the streets is nicer than I ever imagined. I feel relief.

I'll take some rest and gather nerves and strength for the- hopefully- last trip regarding this case. I want it to be over, it's exhausting.

Transcript of the fifth and sixth page: Questions for Mister Trent: 1. What do you know about Eckhardt and what's he to do with the LV? 2. What are the Lux veritatis anyway? Why was it founded and where is everybody? 3. Your father Heissturm, is he involved? 4. How did you cross paths with Lara Croft? 5. The Periapt Shards- what are they made of? Do they really kill immortals? 6. The Nephilim are conected, just like the Sleeper. But what about the guys in the Sanitarium? 7. The guy in cell 42, know him? And the "Nephilim Proto" he mentioned?

I'm on my way to Utah. Lara was on a call fow a few hours with what I think was Kurtis, had a good laugh, and mentioned that I'll hand him something and he should leave me in one piece. Really reassuring...she handed me one of the Shards. Such a weird...thing. It is made of crystal I believe and is purple-ish black-ish depending on the light. The lionhead makes the Shard heavy to carry and I can hold it, but itfeels like it carries a weight, maybe even a metaphorical one, like there's a power stored within. Absolutely supernatural and strange. I'll try to sleep now. Miss Croft has sent me all my luggage and food, along with a return ticket and her direct contacts. She was so happy to have the piece of the Sanglyph or rather the whole thing now, but kinda happier to speak to Kurtis.

Is it her stubbornness that keeps her from visiting him herself?

Transcript of the seventh and eighth page: I literally got a map to Kurtis place. He is in the middle of nowhere. of course. I'm not kidding: Lara printed me a map I found in the folder she put my tickets in. It's more of a guide and she got me a driver to get me there. Why the fuck is Mister trent living in dumbfuck nowhere? Don't ask about the sigils, the driver could read them, but Lara didn't bother explaining.

After several hours of driving in the middle of the fucking desert and taking the wrong way once I found it. I found him. Was greeted with a gun to my face until I mentioned Lara's password-sentence: Move along, mon chère. I am still surprised he didn't shoot me on sight.

The weapons of the Lux Veritatis: Kurtis has given me a detailed description of the tools the LV have used and/or continue to use. It's surely not all of them.

Betyl (training stones) Betyl is an ancient metal that the LV shape to resemble arrowheads. Most of the time there are engravings in them and they're used as training device for the Shirugai. They have some main skills:

guide (compass)

impulse (attack)

crisscross (whatever)

pattern (uhm?)

There are also five stages of control: 1. Aronsäid 2. Gyllais 3. Tuleic 4. Ömsa 5. Veruta

And of course Mister Trent didn't bother elaborating. I guess he's too busy being excited to get the Shard and then bring it to Lara- just out of kindness with no self-interest, of course.

Shirugai Translated as throw-star. The LV have their own invention, it's a disc-like thing with five spikes on the edhe. These blades are retractable. The disk is being held by putting five fingers through the holes in the middle. A shirugai is connected to a single member of the Lux Veritatis and can only be used by them. It's controlled via telepathy and can be used within a radius.

The Betyl stones are not needed if the member has enough skills. I bit my tongue to not imply Kurtis surely needed them. The blades are so sharp they can cut through steel. Although fairly popular the shirugai has seen not much use: there's barely people left that can more than just hover it.

Transcript of the tenth page: The hut is pretty small and Kurtis seems to live here by himself. When I explained to him I was accidentally crossing paths with this whole murder plot he laughed and admired my skill to stay alive. I mentioned Miss Croft cleared the path for me, and he replied that anything that gets in her way dies, and he barely dodged that fate himself. He is a grim dude who listens to Nirvana and fits perfectly to Lara's love for Nine Inch Nails. Depeche Mode anyone? I feel like he never has visitors- his tables are full of books on mysticism and ancient history. And guns. Holy shit guns.

Not too inviting, but he answered all I wanted to know and will fly back with me to London and I will continue further to Paris. Back home. At last.

Forgive me, the rest of the interview is there, but I am so, so tired. Here is the first question: Q: What do you know about Eckhardt and what does that have to do with the LV? Eckhardt is an old-ass dude who is about 600 years old. He made a deal with the Nephilim to help them take over the world - he is a bit insane- and in return, they made him immortal (he takes a smoke). The LV always wanted to prevent evil int his world, and an alchemist that seeks for organs and organ harvest is not the good guy. After being put in chains in a castle pit an Ally bomber freed him (he looks at me and raises a brow), definitely planned, and he plotted revenge.

I will continue my notes tomorrow. It's way past midnight. I nudged a talk on Lara Croft and am listening to Mister Kurtis talk about her in admiration. I wonder. What keeps them from hanging out? Both of them shoot first and ask questions later. Perfect match if you ask me.