#The Good: you reminded him of Ven

[voidedgear]

The fire splits apart as it rockets toward Kairi, and when she throws herself to the ground, they scream over her head. They’d been tracking her movements, so they'd arched down and crashed into the ground with a loud roar. The grass is momentarily set ablaze before the darkness that holds the spell together disperses, and the magical flames die down.

‘She was lucky,’ Vanitas thinks, ‘with that kind of movement, throwing herself to the side wouldn’t have put enough distance to escape.’

Still, what does it matter? Nothing the princess did would change how this was going to end. She’s the weakest link in the chain that connected the ones born on that light-filled island. Vanitas knows it, and he suspected that Kairi knows it, too.

This thought serves nothing but to increase Vanitas’ aggression. How dare she? How dare she exist as something so important to Sora? How dare she influence Vanitas through his connection to his “brother?”

If Sora ever managed to return, if he heard about this…

Well, Vanitas could easily recall the sheer panic he’d felt through their bond when Xemnas had taken the girl in front of him. He’d undoubtedly seek Vanitas out and fight with him. They would clash and find themselves strengthened in turn—if Ventus doesn’t take matters into his own hands first. Honestly, Vanitas would prefer the second to the first. He’s almost missing him.

If Kairi survives this, Vanitas has no doubt she’ll learn something from their encounter. If she survives.

He’s still one with the ground, speeding toward her when—

     “I’m not letting you hide from me anymore!!” Kairi screams out as her Keyblade blazes with magic.

For a split second, before the light’s intensity ramped up and seared him from the ground, Vanitas suddenly recalls something from before he and Ventus had been ripped apart. He’d been burrowing into his heart only to be surrounded by a vast light, a light that he had discovered to be just as vast as his darkness. Vanitas had never managed to forget that feeling.

A shadow cast onto the ground, surrounded by light, is not threatened when it is held in the grasp of such an even light. It is contained, cradled in warmth, all thoughts of spreading and infection forgotten in the sheer comfort of feeling whole. Surrounded by that sensation, Vanitas wouldn’t have minded an eternity entwined with that boy.

Then, Kairi’s light intensifies, and all is burning and pain. He halts in his approach, faltering and shaking as he tries to keep himself from getting overwhelmed. He’d been almost under her feet, but now he flees backward away from her. It’s not enough.

Vanitas snarls like an animal as he rips himself from the ground, unable to find any refuge from the princess’ light. He raises his hand in front of his face protectively, pupils contracting into narrow slits behind his helmet. Parts of it began to crack, the darkness that clothed him partially eaten away by the display. His bodysuit is eaten away around his shoulders, revealing pale skin that harshly contrasts the darkness he wears.

He'd been almost to her, and now he kneels there on the grass before her, his Keyblade at his side. He’s vulnerable, but he won’t be for long enough. Both his heart and body ache at the reminder Kairi had given him and his pain sharpens his focus.

This wasn’t even close to being enough to stop him. The cracks repair themselves as Kairi’s display of power fades. He’s lucky his helmet is so dark; it keeps his eyes from being blinded.

He lowers his arm and readies his blade again, raising it up with the tip angled downward.

There’s something beautiful about having this fight here, in the Land of Departure. He’d always imagined what it would be like if he’d gotten to come here instead of Ventus. It would have never been permitted, of course. Only Xehanort knew how to turn Vanitas’ pain into power. Eraqus would have eliminated him as soon as he discovered what he was.

Logically, Vanitas had no other place than at the side of his creator, no matter how much Vanitas might have hated him. Logic, however, is a poor substitute for emotion. Just being back here, seeing this beautiful world that is so unlike the empty graveyard he grew up in, just kindles the edges of Vanitas’ envy.

He’s glad he’d decided not to sightsee before picking this fight with Kairi. It would all just be a reminder of what he didn’t have.

“It’s gonna take more than a little light show to stop me, Your Highness.” Vanitas sneers at her, darkness enveloping the parts of his suit that had been eaten away, settling in, and repairing it faster than it takes to blink. “Why don’t I show you a trick of my own?”

The darkness he’d summoned quickly grows, wrapping around him, and he disappears from the girl’s sight. He’s a thousand particles rushing through the air, recreating himself behind the princess faster than she can breathe. Void Gear is already raised aloft by the time he reconfigures himself, and gravity begins to apply again.

“Too slow.”

He lets himself fall, swinging his arms down to let the weight of Void Gear slam down toward Kairi’s unprotected back. Particles of ice concentrate around the tip of his Keyblade, and a spear of ice shoots up from the ground as soon as his blade slams into it.

☄. *. ⋆ ┈┈┈ Kairi isn't entirely sure what she was expecting--maybe a nice long, meandering speech about darkness and its woes just like Xehanort especially loved--but this boy doesn't even pause at Destiny's Embrace shining into her grip--

She had the silly thought there'd be some sort of clue that he'd rush at her like this--his dark Keyblade clashing so horribly with her own, sparks of light and shadow bursting around them the moment of contact, showering over them in an insidiously pretty way--that there'd be some blatant clue to his next action and that's how Sora and Riku were able to so easily sweep away their enemies--

But there's none of that... in fact, it's like she's fighting against a powerful demigod that's throwing a tantrum and it's terrifying and unnerving, he's strong enough that her legs are burning from pushing all her weight into their interlocked blades, just so he doesn't crush her with his darkness all at once--

And she can't predict anything, because she doesn't think she can match his rage or pain.

The way he pours so much effort and hate into their battle despite hardly knowing her should be telling--yet it takes everything in Kairi to simply focus on standing and to not be swept away entirely by the hopeless gulf of experience between them, so she can't figure out why he's here and why she's being punished for something she doesn't know she did.

It's really unfair, she thinks with shockingly watery eyes as she becomes aware of the darkness writhing around the boy's fingers now--this is the sign she'd been looking for before, the telling clue that he's going to strike her hard and she should be getting ready for it--

(But she's fought very few on this nameless boy's level--Xehanort and Xemnas had made quick work of her graceful flailing when she tried before--Xehanort had even killed her by wrenching her away from her friends as easily as a doll pried out of a child's clenched fingers, so when her helmeted assailant bounces away she has no idea what he's capable of...)

The moment he flings himself back, she's left standing there among the silvery grass more than helplessly--trying so hard just to figure out what's coming next, she can't even imagine what she should be doing now....

Then he screams at her as he lashes out a fiery spell composed of shadow and crackling heat both, "Show me what makes you worth this!"

( What makes me worth this...? But I don't even know you!!! )

She doesn't have time to reply to his cry--that roaring fireball is going to reach her in seconds and he's oozed into the grass, seemingly gone all at once--

( Where did he go?! Where did he go?! )

She's panicking, she's aware of this--though she finds this breathless fear sharpens everything around her suddenly, the grass is abruptly crisp and made of a thousand shades of gray, the fireball is slowing in her mind's eye--and she doesn't know it, but this is adrenaline pure and intoxicating... she hasn't felt it pulse through her this powerfully before, because maybe she's aware this time no one is coming to save her.

If she can't save herself this time... it's game over. She knows that... so she has to at least try to fight!!

She throws herself out of the dark spell's way, a bit like she learned in school during all those (what she had once thought) silly little fire drills--

Whenever the fire marshals came to her elementary back then, they always told her and all her classmates STOP DROP AND ROLL and though she thankfully isn't burned by the whizzing flames, she finds the advice is helpful now--even if it forces her to stumble up clumsily, at least she got out of the way.

And then, without looking back, she's running hard, each frenzied footfall slapping the grass with enough force to crush it completely--and she hurries around their arena, skirting the edge of the hill as she scopes out the area--she knows he isn't gone entirely, that'd be way too easy...!

( He disappeared into the ground, like the Heartless do... like those Shadow Heartless do... )

Finally, she gets an idea--maybe she can do more than just react and run, maybe she can draw him out!

She bites her bottom lip nervously, yet even so she pushes on--darting quickly and gripping Destiny's Embrace too hard, then she strikes out the golden blade to her side and takes a deep, rattling breath--

"I'm not afraid of the dark--can you say the same about the Light?!" Kairi cries out suddenly--

She whips around--like an abrupt turn spun out by a dancer, like she learned to do when she was little and her parents signed her up for ballet classes that she hated, because she couldn't play with Sora and Riku as much as she used to and, despite quitting those lessons after a year, she's jarringly graceful in the way she twirls and settles quickly--

( How weird--it's not my lessons with Master Aqua or the training I worked on with Lea that's helping me now... it's my memories! )

Destiny's Embrace starts glowing brightly, encased in the same fiery Light from her heart and she flings its tip at the ground, buries the blade deeply into the grass and dirt and it sinks as if its clasping into a lock--she impossibly spins the elegant handle of her Keyblade and there's a distinct TICK, as if she's about to open a surreal, bright door they can't see--

"I'm not letting you hide from me anymore!!" She screams--

Light BURSTS from her Keyblade planted in the ground--the arena had been just a simple hill speckled with gleaming grass and wildflowers, but now the Light devours all of that... and, yes, the Light does burn and not in a soothing way either...

Kairi is starting to learn--albeit slowly and with great hesitation--the Light can heal, it can breathe hope into the darkest souls... but if it isn't treated kindly and if it isn't respected for all its splendor, then it will readily and without mercy turn its bright whimsy into something angry and scorching and white-hot, something that isn't as easy to carry as love and belief...

Kairi rips out her Keyblade, looking around for her newest enemy among the glittering battlefield they now clash over... the grass is beneath all this Light, like all the natural bits of this hill are now lost to them under a glassy sheen, and it becomes clear to Kairi she might never get to see shooting stars again... not if she can't find a way out of this quickly.

She's getting the sinking feeling summoning forth a wave of Light like this is a bit like poking at a raging, imposing bear and she's still just a little girl at the end of this...

[biasomnia]

DANDADAN SPOILERS

With this tinyyyy bit of info I am theorizing what the next arc will have as the interpersonal drama after tiny Momo. I currently call it “Okarun starts becoming popular and Momo has to work with Aira to keep everyone away from the dweeb they fell in love with bc everyone else besides them -and Jiji, maybe Vamola- don’t see past the surface level” aka “Okarun’s confessed so it’s Momo’s turn”

[wileys-russo]

dog whisperer (before the void blurb) II a.putellas, j.hermoso

part of the filling the void universe dog whisperer II a.putellas, j.hermoso

"mami he is too bouncy, he will knock her over!" alexia argued in a hushed tone, glancing to the door to make sure there wasn't a set of little ears listening in.

"she has met him a dozen times ale, your hermanita will be fine." eli reminded, not even looking up from the book she was reading as her eldest daughter scoffed.

"sí when he has been tied up or there are a million other people around for him to play with. mami she's too little he will hurt her!" alexia continued to disagree, crossing her arms and scowling.

"alexia, hija it is for a week and it is for family. angel will be here tomorrow, que es definitivo." eli warned firmly. "but mami-" a sharp look had alexia's words dying in her mouth as she signed, the pitter patter of small feet entering the room.

"i want angel to come! he's my friend!" you demanded, shooting through your sisters legs and skidding to a halt at the end of the bed. "lo sé fresita, and he will be here tomorrow." eli smiled while alexia rolled her eyes.

"hermana, ven aquí." your sister squatted down and pointed to the floor in front of her as you made your way over, her hands resting on your shoulders.

"now fresa, angel can be...too friendly sometimes. he can jump and bounce and bark and play rough-" alexia warned, glancing over your head as eli cleared her throat and raised an eyebrow, snapping her book shut.

"so he is going to stay outside, and you are only allowed to go and see angel if someone bigger is with you. like me, or alba, or mami, or-" alexia was cut off as you stomped your foot.

"no. angel is my friend, he's not staying outside what if it rains? he would get wet, thats mean!" you protested with a scowl, trying to wriggle away as your sisters hands tightened on your shoulders.

"nena angel will be fine outside. he has a comfortable bed and lots of toys and a water bowl and-" again she was cut off as you grunted trying to pull away. "no! no, no, no-" you chanted over and over, alexia letting you go at eli's warning.

"angel is not staying outside. mami, you tell her!" you ordered, turning toward eli who smiled. "we will see where angel wants to stay, he should get to choose hija no?" you settled at that, hesitating before nodding in agreement, alexia throwing her hands up in annoyance.

"angel isn't gonna like you if you're mean to him hermana." you warned your sister with a glare, smacking her leg and stomping your way out of the room in the most dramatic way a five year old could.

"watch the attitude pequeña!" alexia called after you as you turned and poked your tongue out, racing quickly away as she stepped menacingly toward you. "what?" the girl looked to eli with a frown who chuckled.

"she is exactly like you." eli smiled fondly causing her eldest to roll her eyes. "me? no thats all alba." alexia scoffed, shaking her head in disagreement.

"good! i don't wanna be like you anyway ale, you're mean to dogs!" you sang out from the living room, clearly still eavesdropping though out of sight.

"fresa." alexia groaned throwing her head back and coming to find you. "i thought we were going to the park?" your sister reminded as you scowled at her from the lounge, staying silent.

"you know, jenni will be there." alexia added on, watching your eyes widen slightly.

"really?" "really."

"lets go!" you changed your mind, smile plastered on your face as you jumped down and raced for the door, stopped in your tracks as your sister snagged the collar of your top.

"ale!" you whined trying to pry her hand off. "you need shoes tonto." alexia chuckled, spinning you around and gently pushing you in the direction of your bedroom as you sprinted away.

"and you have to wear socks with them fresa!"

~

angel sure enough arrived that next day though you weren't home when he did, out at a play date with a friend. you'd started to have quite the active social life now you were in your first year of school.

angel himself wouldn't hurt a fly on purpose, but the dopey chocolate labrador belonging to your tio was not aware of his own size, forever knocking things over and smacking into walls as he ran about too fast to stop himself.

he'd failed puppy school twice, and though he'd sit for a treat that was about all the lab would do, when it came to anything else he was seemingly as deaf as a plank of wood.

when you got home you were disappointed to see angel wasn't there, your sisters having taken him out for a walk in hopes to wear him out for the evening.

waving goodbye to your friend and her papi at the front door and ignoring elis' open arms for a hug you raced past her inside as your mami chuckled and grabbed the backpack you'd abandoned at her feet.

"mami where's angel?" you frowned sadly after searching everywhere you thought a dog could be in the house but coming up empty handed.

"your hermana's took him for a walk, they will be back soon. now how was your afternoon nena?" eli lifted you up and onto the counter, disappointment gone as you perked up and busied yourself rambling on and on about every single little detail of your day.

your sisters meanwhile were not having a good time.

to any onlooker who passed it would be hard to tell who was walking who, angel practically dragging alba who stumbled not to fall over as alexia repeated the commands given to her by his owner over and over with no luck.

"angel, stop. sit. slow down!" the footballer repeated, almost jogging to try and keep up as alba's hand started to go red from the lead tugging against it.

"and we have to do this for a week!?" the younger girl groaned, turning onto their street and breathing a sigh of relief as finally angel stopped pulling, eagerly sniffing around in the grass.

though when he began to turn in circles both putellas sisters eyes widened, wincing as the dog squatted and sure enough nature took its course as both girls spun to look at one another and spoke in unison.

"you're cleaning it up!"

you were midway through a very thorough recount of what you had for lunch when you heard the front door, head swiveling toward the source of the noise.

"angel sit! angel sit! sit!" alexia ordered, remembering her tio's instructions to get the lab to do so before his harness was removed, however all he did was pull and fight against her hold on the lead.

"estúpido perro de mierda!" the girl swore, giving up and just unclipping the leash as the dog raced off still with his harness on, nails clacking against the floorboards. "you said a bad word!" you yelled from the kitchen, alexia wincing as alba snickered.

"angel!" you cheered happily, laughing as he tried to jump up to reach you on the counter, alexia quickly scooping you up and pushing him away with her foot as he continued to jump and ignore everyones instructions to calm down.

"put me down." you grunted trying to wriggle out of your sisters tight grip as alba tried to wrestle angel into a sitting position with her hand on his collar. "he needs to calm down hermana, he might hurt you." alexia warned ignoring your request.

"no he won't he's friendly!" you defended the lab who barked loudly as eli shushed him. "he's too excited, mami i'm putting him outside until he calms down." alba grunted, struggling to pull the dog toward the back door.

"no! leave him alone." you huffed as alba too ignored you, throwing open the back door and pushing angel out, breathing a sigh of relief as he raced off to explore the garden and she pulled it close again.

"don't you kick me." alexia warned sternly as you dug your foot into her side, eli telling her to put you down as she did so with an eye roll.

"fresa no don't you open that-" eli's words fell on deaf ears as you reached up and flung open the back door, three pairs of eyes widening as angel turned and came sprinting over.

"angel sit!" you yelled with a hand up, silence falling as the dopey lab did exactly that, skidding to a stop right in front of you and sitting back on his hind legs. "did he just-" alba started in disbelief.

"lay down." you tapped your foot against the floor, alexia's jaw dropping as angel did exactly that, flopping down onto his stomach as his tail thumped excitedly against the deck.

"buen chico." you clapped happily, throwing your arms around his neck and giggling as he licked all over you, still remaining laying down as he rolled onto his back and you hugged him tightly.

"is he...listening to her?" alba questioned again, both her and alexia watching on gobsmacked as you ran off and clicked your tongue, angel racing after you as the two of you raced about the backyard in circles.

"sí, i told you both not to worry so much. it would seem your hermanita is a dog whisperer." eli laughed, resuming her dinner prep as you and angel started a lively game of fetch.

"do you think she knows that is not how fetch works?" alba couldn't help but chuckle watching as you'd throw a toy and angel would chase it, sitting by it happily and waiting for you to run over and throw it again instead of bringing it back to you.

"why does he listen to her? he would not do one thing alba and i asked him to on the walk!" alexia scoffed, eli calling both of them over to help her as they took turn washing hands and watching angel be uncharacteristically well behaved for you.

"i told you nena's, it would seem la pequeña is a dog whisperer."

"fres don't feed him. he has had his dinner!" alba warned later that night watching you grab a piece of steak and try to sneak it to the dog laid down at your feet, giving up with a frown and putting it into your own mouth instead.

"what if he's still hungry?" you questioned once you'd swallowed your mouthful.

"dogs are always hungry but if you overfeed them hija they get sick." eli warned as you seemed to accept that, nodding and launching into a very animated recount once again of what you did with your friend earlier, alexia listening along attentively as alba pretended to.

later that night it would seem your dog whispering ways had their benefits, the chocolate lab who refused to leave you alone dead asleep in the corner of the bathroom as you were struggling to keep your eyes open in the bath.

you jerked back awake as water rushed over your head, eli massaging the conditioner out of your hair and chuckling at your exhaustion, both you and angel having well and truly tired one another out.

the next part of your routine would normally be arguing with whoever was tasked to put you to bed about not wanting to go, forcing them to read you a story or watch something for as long as you could con them into letting you stay up.

but again barely able to keep your eyes open as you were changed into pyjamas you made no move to argue as eli lifted back the covers on your bed and slipped you in, blinking sleepily and exhaling.

the woman stepping out for two seconds to grab you a glass of water she couldn't help but smile as she returned to your room, angel curled up on the end of your bed as you'd wiggled your way out of the covers, head on his body as you lay almost upside down in bed together.

with a quiet chuckle eli grabbed a spare blanket from your wardrobe, laying it over the two of you and kissing your forehead as you stirred but didn't awaken, your mami backing carefully out of the room and closing your door, leaving it open just a crack so angel could get out if needed.

"mami we can't find-" alexia appeared in the hallway, eli putting a finger to her lips and nodding behind her at your door. "he's decided where he is sleeping." the woman smiled in amusement, alexia frowning curiously and pushing your door open a crack, peering in.

"dios mío she really is a dog whisperer."

though there were also some downsides to your bond with angel.

"ale. ale. ale. alexia!" the brunette jolted awake at the light slap against her cheek, sitting up so quickly she almost sent you flying off where you were sat on top of her. "pequeña? estás bien?" the midfielder asked groggily, rubbing her eyes.

"angel wants to go for a walk." you notified pointing down to the chocolate lab who sat eagerly on the floor with his lead in his mouth, your sister groaning tiredly and flopping down into bed, jenni stirring beside her but making no move to get up.

"come back in a couple of hours fresa, it is too early." your sister grumbled, covering her face with her arms as you huffed.

"he likes going early! theres birds to chase, its not as hot, theres more dogs around for him to play with, the beach is not busy, the sun is not too bright-" you ticked off the reasonings with your fingers.

"vale, vale, bien!" alexia's hand shot to cover your mouth, knowing full well once you set your mind to something there wasn't much anyone could do to change it.

"go get your shoes." alexia sighed in defeat as you wrenched her hand off and leapt off of her, hitting the floor with a thump and racing off as angel chased after you.

"jenni, levántate." alexia shook her girlfriend beside her who pushed her hand off. "she asked you to go for a walk amor, not me. but have fun!" jenni smiled, eyes still closed as alexia's jaw hardened, though before she could open her mouth to say anything you beat her to it.

"jenni has to come too!"

though the real downside of your bond with angel, was not understanding why you had to say goodbye once his week with you all was over, your tio due to come and pick him up tomorrow morning before you left for school.

"but why can't he stay? i'm his best friend!" you whined, arms locked tightly around the labradors neck. "because nena, angel belongs to tio danny. do you want to make tio danny sad if we tell him he can't come get angel? he has had him since angel was a puppy!" your mami explained gently as you sighed deeply.

"we will still see angel whenever we see tio danny, maybe we can ask him if he can come and take you to walk angel once a week after school. would you like that?" eli offered as you nodded, pout still permanently etched into your face as you pressed a kiss against angels neck.

"hey pequeña, how about we go to the pet store and you can pick out a special toy for angel to take home with him. that way he always has a reminder of you!" alexia tried next, heart breaking a little at the obvious sadness in your face.

"i think angel would like that hija." eli added on as you nodded in agreement, letting go of the dog and patting him on the head, giggling as he licked you and everyone else cringed, jenni and alexia getting up to take you.

~

"fres i think we have looked at every toy in the store at least five times." alexia sighed, jenni giving her a look where she was crouched down beside you. "i can't pick! can we get more than one?" you asked hopefully, your sister firmly shaking her head as you deflated.

"what about this one? it makes a funny noise!" jenni tried to help, honking the small burger as you shrugged, the girl changing tactics.

"you know chiqui, if you hurry we can get ice cream on the way home before the shop closes." jenni bribed as you perked up, frowning for a moment before grabbing a plush dinosaur and holding it up.

"this one!"

"you couldn't have said that a half hour ago?" alexia mumbled to her girlfriend as they followed after you, jenni pinching her with a grin making the brunette roll her eyes, grabbing out her wallet.

"woah." you exhaled, pressing your face to the glass of the rabbit enclosure, smiling at the little bunnies hopping around inside.

"ale can we-" you turned to your sister after she paid, taking both her and jenni's hands. "no." alexia answered before you could even finish the question.

"what about a-" "no." "or maybe a-" "nope." "but what if i-" "no."

"you didn't even let me finish asking!" you protested unhappily as jenni chuckled. "no pets hermanita." alexia smiled down knowingly at you as you huffed, letting go of her hand but still clinging tightly onto jenni's.

"but i looked after angel! why can't we get a dog?" you whined. "because owning a dog is a lot of responsibility, and you're still a baby." your sister's foot kicked at your behind sending you stumbling forward, jenni quick to help you catch your footing.

"i am not!" you glared up at alexia who grinned. "are too." she teased, hand shooting forward to press against your forehead as you let go of jenni's hand and launched at her.

"oh i am so scared." alexia mocked, easily holding off your swinging fists with her hand against your forehead as you grew tired and gave up with an annoyed grunt, dragging your feet as you walked inbetween the two older girls.

"can we get a dog?" "no." "a cat?" "no." "a bunny?" "no." "a turtle?" "no." "a lizard?" "no." "a bird?" "no." "a frog?" "no." "a chinchilla?" "sí!" "really?!" "...no."

"alexia!" you ran out of animals at that stage, deflating and dragging your feet even slower in protest, shaking your head at jenni's offer of a piggyback.

"you can have a pet rock?" your sister offered as you glared up at her. "a rock is not alive." you warned, jenni gasping from your other side. "fresita! that is not nice, you will hurt his feelings." she pouted holding up a rock she'd swiped from the ground as you merely gave her a silent deadpan stare.

"yeah alexia rocks aren't alive! idiota." jenni scoffed, throwing the rock over her shoulder and grabbing you, tossing you up into the air earning herself a giggle before placing you back down as you arrived to the ice cream shop.

"what flavor chiqui? chocolate? mint? rainbow?" jenni pondered sarcastically, both her and alexia already knowing all too well what you wanted.

"no! strawberry, duh." you rolled your eyes as jenni gasped and smacked her palm against her forehead making your sister smile.

"of course, estúpida!" she tutted, ordering for the three of you as you smacked away alexia's hand which tugged on your hair, the taller girl darting back as you swung at her time and time again.

"hey, ale!" you protested as she took a bite of your ice cream before handing it to you. "i had to poison test it!" the brunette defended as you scowled unhappily, snatching the cone off of her and stomping out of the shop.

"leave her alone, such a bully!" jenni shook her head, alexia knocking her shoulder into her girlfriends as they followed after you, the three of you taking a different route home.

"what if i find a pet? can i keep it then?" you asked hopefully as you arrived home and walked up the driveway, ice creams long finished as your sister paused and gave you a suspicious look.

"vale pequeña, spread em!" your sister gestured as you sighed but held your arms up and moved your feet apart, jenni watching on in amusement as your sister patted you down to make sure you hadn't snuck home a new friend.

"ew fres!" alexia winced, pulling out a soggy ice cream soaked tissue from your pocket as you shrugged, jenni collecting it from her and running it over to the trash bin. "alright, you're clean." your sister sighed once she was content you didn't have any sort of animal hidden on your person.

"i just want a pet." you pouted, kicking your feet and huffing unhappily, alexia frowning at the sad look on your face and kneeling down to your height.

"i know hermana, but like i said pets are a lot of responsibility." alexia reminded softly as you nodded, turning the pout to her and making her chuckle.

"that is not gonna work this time, we're not getting a dog." she pinched your cheeks and stood as you groaned, waiting for her to unlock the front door as jenni returned.

"how about a fish nena? we could start with getting you a fish?" "you can't walk a fish!"

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cleaning day

summary: cleaning day with connie

cw: fluff

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you loved saturday’s. it was connie’s day off and you had the whole day to get things done around the house. right now you were in the kitchen washing the dishes that were used to make breakfast. the smell of weed and cleaning products dancing in the air as you dried your hands off to go wake up your sleeping man for breakfast. connie was knocked out in the bed, laying wildly on his back in nothing but boxers and his gold chains sprawled out on his chest. he looked so peaceful, but today you were going to put him to work. you lightly tap his inked chest, blunt sitting between your lips as you watching him stir awake. “get up nigga, and hurry and eat your breakfast because you helping today.”

you balanced the blunt in your mouth as you spoke. standing with one hand on your hip while the other held onto a broomstick. connie stared you up and down. you looked so sexy when you were bossy. booty shorts squeezing your ass while your breasts peeked out the bottom of your loose crop top. your pretty pink scarf wrapped around your long knotless braids. the sight of you made his junior twitch in his underwear. “hellooo. boy i know you hear me. wake that ass up.” before you can tap him again, connie lightly smacks your hand away.

“i’m up mami damnnn.” his voice was so deep in the morning, making you contemplate whether you should continue cleaning or just say “fuck it” and spend the day in bed with him, but you quickly came back to reality. you already did that last saturday and you refused to let it happen twice in a row. plus, you hated cleaning on sundays. sundays were supposed to be days for you and connie to relax before having to go back to work on monday, and you fully intended on spending the entire day binge watching criminal minds with him.

“go eat” was all you said as you turned around to start sweeping the kitchen. before you got too far, connie gave your ass a hard tap, eyes practically glued to the sight of it jiggling from the contact. “and good morning to you too sexy”. you feigned indifference as you left the room, but your stomach was really doing flips. connie was just as sexy as can be at all times of the day.

by the time you finished sweeping the kitchen, connie was finishing up the rest of his plate, still in just his boxers as he puts it in the sink. “ima wash it later” he says quickly before you can complain. he knew you like the back of his hand. “aight well since i’m done sweeping you can mop this floor” connie nodded to your demand, walking towards the cabinet to grab some cleaning supplies before walking to the closet to get the mop. “unt uhh what you using to clean the floor?”

connie looked at you with a confused face, feeling that you should already know his product of choice. “you know i only use fabuloso mami.” he replied, holding up the container full of purple liquid with a smile. every time connie mopped an area, he used wayyyy to much product. a simply bottle of fabuloso should last at least a week and a half before you have to start watering it down, but when connie gets to it he can use up to half the bottle in a day.

the smell reminded him of when he was younger. the sound of old merengue music softly waking him. before long, his mom would bust into the door, fussing at him over how dirty his room was. she’d eventually have him get up to help her clean around the house. the smell of lavender fabuloso wafting into his nose as he would clean basically every part of the house with it until the end of the day. “ven aquí, chico loco. ayuda a mamá a hacer la cena.” his mom would say, apron on as she lightly shoved the wooden spoon towards him. “vale mamá”.

“don’t use too much baby. you be using damn near the whole bottle on just the kitchen” your voice coaxed connie out of his thoughts. “vale, mami” he mindlessly says before shooing you away. “i-i know i’m doin’ baby. and gimme my slides” he says, staring down at your small feet fitting loosely in his huge slides.

you raise an brow at his words before kick them off your feet towards him, waking to your room to get your slippers. as you slide your feet into your much better fitting slippers, you hear the music in the living room change, your 90s r&b being switched out for some of connie’s favorites. you were going to protest until you hear the familiar lyrics of one of connie’s favorite songs booming through the speakers. ashing your blunt, you made your way to the source of the music.

la vaca by mala fe played loudly in the living room as you listened to connie say the begining lines word for word. “ yo que estaba durmiendo en mi sabrosa cama. y me llaman para este tremendo tema, ah, ja, ja. c’mere mami dance wit me” connie only really loved this song because when you first met him you bragged about knowing a lot of spanish music.

you were embarrassed to say the least when the only two found in your playlist were suavemente and la vaca. connie didn’t judge though, singing both of them word for word in front of you to show that he knew them as well. he eventually taught you a bunch of songs he knew to widen your horizon. you smiled as you quickly made your way to him, holding each of his hands in yours as the two of you moved around quickly to the song. loud giggles can be heard as you watched connie get more into the song.

“pero ven acá tú, ¿y cuál es tu plan? ¡ay señorita! ven para-” he was so cute, but the two of you had a lot to do today. “okayyyy papa let’s get back to work” you cut him off. the need to get everything done today overpowering your yearning for some fun. “we can dance tomorrow if we get this done now.” connie frowned at your statement, not wanting to stop just yet, and before it ended, he quickly let go of you to add a song to the top of the queue. “un momento, mami…un momento…” connie mumbled his echo as you rolled your eyes, quietly waiting until you heard another familiar song begin to play.

you made a confused face as you begin to question your boyfriends choice. “you wanna clean to this? it’s softer than what we usually listen to.” connie takes your hand in his, placing his other palm in the middle of your back. obsesión by aventura playing softly around the house as he spoke. “we clean later. we bachata now.” he whispered calmly, the corner of his mouth slightly lifting as you looked up at him. you started smiling ear to ear as he moved your body to the music. this song always reminded you of your first date with connie.

he was driving you home, hand tangled in yours as the song quietly played through his speakers. you had no idea what was being said, but you liked it. you watched as connie sang along to the lyrics, much deeper voice portraying his own version of the song in a different pitch. he was so handsome. connie noticed you tapping your fingers to the beat on your thigh as he pulled into your driveway, instantly coming up with an idea for you to enjoy the song in a deeper sense.

“thanks for tonight, i had a great time boo.”you smiled before trying to leave the car, but before you can open the door, you were haulted by his hand squeezing yours. “of course hermosa…but it’s not over yet.” you watched connie exit the car, making his way to your side before eventually opening your door for you. “come on out mami. i wanna show you sum.” you take his outstretched hand as you exit the car as well.

“boy what you about to do?” connie shushes you before reaching into the car to turn the song up louder. “you dance?” before you could reply, you found your hand already in his with another strong hand in the middle of your back. “i-i don’t know how.” you panic, but you’re quickly soothed by connie lips on your forehead. “don’t worry i’ll teach you. just follow me.”

the two of you ended up dancing with the song on replay for about an hour, getting the hang of it within the first twenty minutes or so. before he let you go, connie made sure to walk you to your door, planting a light kiss on your lips. he looked into your eyes one more time. “ima see you friday, yea?” you look away, getting shy from the kiss. “mhm friday.” you haven’t forgotten the song since that day. labeling it as the song that started it all for the two of you.

“cmon hermosa just one dance.” connie whispered, gently pulling you from your thoughts. instead of fighting with him, you let the music take you as you looked into his eyes. muscle memory kicking in as you repeated the same steps he taught you that night. you knew the two of you weren’t going to finish cleaning today, but you didn’t care. feeling glad to dance the rest of the day away with the man you love. plus, there was always sunday.

[jessamine-rose]

*gasp* It's me ( ˶°ㅁ°) !!

🍵 𝒲𝐻𝒪𝒟ℛ𝒜𝒩𝒦𝐼𝒯? ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚: A Yandere!H:SR x Reader Otome Game

✧ romanceable characters (© hoyoverse): Professor Veritas Ratio, "Your friend" Kakavasha, and "Gallagher" [for now]

✧ content warning: yandere themes, mentions of racial/species discrimination (your character is SEA/Filipino-coded), (y/n) uses they/them, the story takes place in a modern hybrid alternate universe where each planet (Belobog, Penacony, etc) is considered a country.

PLAY THE DEMO HERE (available for download on PC & Mac AND online play for any devices, though download is preferable to avoid pixellated graphics & misaligned textboxes)

You (name changeable) are a hardworking and full-pledged human cafe owner in Penacony City. Your Dreamjolt Cafe has been a go-to for residents and tourists alike. But your loved ones' lives took a sharp turn for the worst when you decided to take a much-needed vacation back to your homeland, Perlas. While your family eagerly awaited your arrival, you disappeared en route. Where did you go? How did this happen? Who did this? Was it...

☕ the prickly yet fascinating Prof. Veritas Ratio, your self-proclaimed avian-hybrid regular,

☕Kakavasha, your longest fellow human friend who always seems to have a secret or two;

☕ or Gallagher, your hound-hybrid roommate whose past is as peculiar as his loyalty?

☕ or are there two more you're forgetting?

... so...

𝒲𝐻𝒪 𝒹𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓀 𝒾𝓉?

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✧ Characters, Background Art and UI Credits

Hoyoverse assets sourced from the-astral-express-archive. I just tweaked em a bit!

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✧ (Fan)Story

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[erynaster]

Hi! This is a request I've asked other writers on the site, but I'd love to see your take on the idea!

I'd like to request a Wednesday x Venom!Reader, with Wednesday discovering the reader's secret by following him around...

Love your stuff, btw!

Of course! And thank you. :>

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Venomous Encounters

Summary: You and your symbiote wind up in a different world, where you attempt to start a new life for the both of you.

Word Count: 1,762

Pairing(s): Male!Venom!Reader x Wednesday Addams

Warning(s): Slight gore, slight violence

A/N: This one turned out much better than expected. I hope you all enjoy!

"This is a stupid idea."

Your symbiote says in your ear, as you peer around a corner to survey a holdup taking place by the cash register.

"Since when were you my voice of reason, Ven?" You whisper back, taking note of the gun pointed at the head of the frightened cashier standing behind the counter.

"It would be unwise to do anything to draw attention to us right now. Need I remind you that this is not our home universe. Uncharted territory." The symbiote warns you with a tone of urgency.

You grit your teeth. "Yeah, you've got that right."

It was only yesterday when you and Venom had suddenly appeared in this new world, which was startlingly similar to your own. You were just leaping from rooftop to rooftop when all of a sudden a strange light had engulfed you and transported you in the middle of a dark forest. Finding your bearings, you had stumbled upon a town called Jericho, where you and Venom decided to lay low for the time being.

But now, you were hungry.

Very hungry.

Your symbiote's hunger was your own. And by now, it was running out of nutrients to sustain the both of you.

That was all about to change at this very moment.

"We've got no choice, Ven. It's now or never." You whisper, just as black goo begins to engulf your body, permeating through your skin and wrapping around each and every one of your limbs.

A long, black tendril shoots out and grabs the offender by the wrist, causing him to drop the gun in surprise. He turns in your direction, and his face pales in utter terror.

Where your face was was nothing but rows of sharp, white teeth, and as the man's eyes searched for yours, they found nothing but two blank white sclerae, the lack of irises quite disturbing. As he mouths wordlessly, you can feel your jaw open as three words escape your lips.

"We... are Venom."

Lunging forward, you give the man no time to scream as your jaw closes around his neck, your symbiote's hunger satisfied at last.

...

Wednesday Addams stands outside the convenience store, just in front of the police tape circling the establishment. Amidst the wailing sirens, a white-faced employee was testifying to a police officer that he had seen a hulking black monster rip off the head of a man right in front of his eyes, before escaping through the door and leaping out of sight in the direction of the forest.

Now, Wednesday loved a good mystery. And this was yet another one of the strange occurrences that have happened to the town in the span of time that she had been at Nevermore.

Monsters and murders were her specialty, apparently.

She walks over to the police officer, who was observing two men carry out a body bag coming from the establishment.

Noting the absence of a bulge where the head should be, Wednesday tears her eyes away from the corpse to speak with the cop.

"Which direction did he say the monster was headed?"

The cop jumps in surprise at being addressed, looking Wednesday up and down as though sizing her up.

Deciding that she was no threat, he nods, pointing in the direction of the woods.

"There, into the forest. You better stay indoors, miss. It's not safe out here tonight."

Ignoring the last comment, Wednesday heads in the direction that the officer pointed out, with all intentions of getting to the bottom of this bloody mystery once and for all.

...

"That was reckless! Stupid!"

Venom yells in your ear as you jump from branch to branch, your clawed hands finding traction as you heave yourself from tree to tree with surprising agility and stealth.

"Who are you to tell me I'M being reckless, Ven? You were never the subtle type, either." You retort, surprised at your symbiote's wary behavior.

The symbiote groans.

"We drew far too much attention with that meal! That place will be swarming with cops, investigators, reporters! It won't be safe to return!"

You stop your travel momentarily by leaping onto an overhanging branch, catching your breath for a moment as the black goo seeps back into your flesh.

"A pity. I really liked that town, it's small, cozy, quaint..."

"You can't possibly be thinking of staying, now are you?"

"You can't blame me. It'll be a chance for us to start over. Where no one knows our name."

"We are the Lethal Protector! We do not 'settle down'. We go where the wind takes us!"

You don't answer, now that the sound of rustling leaves caught both your attention.

"Someone's coming."

Venom morphs himself all around you once more, scanning your surroundings like a predator stalking its prey.

A figure wanders into view, inspecting a few broken branches that you had left in your wake. They linger for a moment next to the trunk of a tree, where claw marks could be seen etched upon its surface.

"Told you so."

Venom extends a tendril and quietly lowers you just behind the figure, and you land on the ground noiselessly. Standing six feet tall, you pose menacingly as you wait for the figure to sense your presence, and for a confrontation to begin.

The figure stiffens up, finally aware that they were not alone. In one swift motion, they draw a sword from seemingly out of nowhere and whip around, pointing it straight at your heart.

The two of you stare at each other, at a loss for words.

It was a woman. A young, dark-haired girl with pigtails, a pale white face, and an emotionless expression. There was something about her cold, expressionless stare that felt almost deadly, and this was something that you strangely admired, odd as though it was in the moment.

On her part, she didn't know what she was looking at. Of course, she had an idea of what to expect, but it was certainly not this. A hulking, black figure with rows of sharp, white teeth, with two blank sclerae for eyes staring curiously into her own. And though the sight of you would send just about anybody else screaming and running in the other direction, there was something about you that was oddly mesmerizing for her. Something intriguing.

She lowers her sword, letting it fall to her side as she looks you up and down, as though sizing up her opponent.

"... What are you?"

Venom smiles, opening up half of its face to reveal your own, causing the young girl's eyes to widen in shock.

"We are Venom." You say in unison, just as Venom starts to retreat back into your body, leaving you rather exposed.

The young girl continues staring.

"You're human."

You grin. "Well... mostly."

You didn't know what to do. Instinct was pulling at your every nerve, telling you that this woman was dangerous and that fleeing was the best option at the moment. But... you couldn't.

"Who are you?" You ask. "Where am I? What is this place?"

Her gaze turns cold.

"I think that I have the liberty of asking the questions first. You just committed a murder, and that blood on your hands gives you no right to be asking questions just yet. So I will ask you again. What are you?"

You sigh. Though it was in your very power to leave, you decided that it would be best to make fewer enemies and more friends, dare you say the word. And to do that you would need to cooperate.

"I am Y/N L/N. I am a human. And I have this parasite—"

"PARASITE?!"

"—sorry, I meant symbiote. I have this symbiote that lives inside my body, and he gives me all these powers that I have. I'd be dead without him."

"Damn right!"

The woman merely stares at you coldly, her eyes narrowing into sharp slits "Where did the two of you come from?"

You shrug. "Not here. We think... We think we may be from another universe, and that we somehow managed to wind up in this one. Don't ask me how, I'm just as lost as you are."

The young girl's gaze turns even colder, if that was even possible.

"Parallel realities, you say?"

You couldn't tell whether she believed you or not.

Taking the opportunity to speak up, you clear your throat and step forward.

"I didn't quite catch your name there, Miss...?"

She glares daggers at you.

"Wednesday. Wednesday Addams. And we're not done yet, Y/N. I still have some questions."

"Fire away." You sigh wearily.

"Why did you murder that man?" She shoots, her eyes glaring at you with full intensity by now.

You sigh.

"We had to. He was gonna shoot if we didn't stop him." You smile sadly. "It's... kind of what we do. Back home, we're the Lethal Protector."

"The what?"

At her words, Venom pops out his head next to yours, causing Wednesday to back away a few paces.

"The Lethal Protector! Protect the innocent! Crush the wicked!"

Wednesday stares at the grinning, toothy head suspended in midair next to you, before turning her gaze back to you.

"There are cops looking for you. They will find you if you're not careful."

Wait, was she letting you go?

"You're letting us go? Just like that?" You ask, hardly daring to believe it.

Wednesday nods.

"I see no reason to doubt your integrity as of yet, seeing as how you've demonstrated that your intentions are, for lack of better wording, not bad." She looks you up and down. "Take care out there."

She turns to leave, leaving you just as befuddled as you were when she came.

"Wait!"

You call out, causing her to spin in place at the sound of your voice.

"What?" She asks, sounding a bit annoyed.

You can feel your heart pounding in your chest. "Will I get to see you again?"

Wednesday ponders this for a moment.

"Don't count on it." She turns, walking in the other direction.

Venom engulfs you once again as she leaves, and you scale a nearby tree as you begin to make your way deeper into the woods.

"You like her."

Your symbiote purrs in your ear, it's tone sounding both accusatory and amused.

"Shut up. We just met. And besides, she was only trying to help." You retort, feeling your cheeks heat up.

"Well... I like her!"

Venom declares triumphantly, but your mind is preoccupied with other matters.

You really hope that you would see her again.

[listenheresweaty]

Reminder that Stirringjuice/Ven themself has said that TMC is not fetish content. Kister’s works are NOT an extension of what was described in the allegations document. If you don’t want to consume TMC content anymore, fine (best you don’t— not in a way that gives Kister money anyway), but don’t spread misinformation.

EDIT: after rereading Ven’s callout document and finally being able to access ALL the screenshots he attached, I have decided that I will no longer support him. I will not go back to supporting Alex Kister yet, but I cannot support a blatant ableist transphobe either. link to annotation doc: (not mine) https://docs.google.com/document/d/e/2PACX-1vReErDatnpQ_h3W-WlqrmzmPN26-UyDwLVwBKmHV09WhVZtdZQM44HRxvoV0ZTz8Ho-NaBVKYxjNuha/pub

Things I will be addressing:

Why I do not support Ven (separate from other victims)

Stuff that Alex Kister DID do wrong, even if the allegations were exaggerated/faked/done out of malice

The allegations and victims themselves.

WHY I DONT SUPPORT VEN

First of all, this ⬇️ (scroll down its below the blue highlighted ss. Formatting issues sorry.). This is a ss of Ven’s (now deleted, now archived post) response to how many people are calling him transphobic for his transmisogynistic comments in his document, and how he had basically outed Alex. Instead of saying something like “it wasn’t transphobic — I had to out Alex— it was necessary for the victims/proof/whatever”, Ven just says that if Alex didn’t want to be outed or subjected to transphobia, he shouldn’t have been a “groomer” (Ven later says that he had misused the word “groomer”. Everyone that Alex had interacted with in a sexual or romantic manner had been an adult, and had fully explicitly VERBALLY consented.)

However. Even if your opponent is a bad person, you do NOT have the right to be transphobic. EVER. criticize them on whatever they’ve done wrong, hold them accountable in a balanced and civilized manner— etc. Being protected from bigotry/ not getting misgendered, privacy, legal counsel— these are all examples of RIGHTS.

When you start denying something based on whether someone deserves it or not, that “something” has become a privilege. By stating that his transphobia was excused because Alex is a supposedly bad person, Ven has stated that not being subjected to transphobia is a privilege. here’s the link: (takes forever to load the keep reading portion but it works for me) https://web.archive.org/web/20240317125855/https://www.tumblr.com/stirringjuicee/745117180204548096/alex-kister-and-actively-using-being-trans-to-lure

Screenshot of the post below, along with something from the callout doc (annotated by a tumblr user. The non-highlighted color text is the annotated bit.

—— ss from ven response (click. It IS An image it just looks like text)

—- now onto some more details.

Ven, or StirringJuice, made the first allegations document against Alex Kister. He had stated himself that he does not consider himself a victim, just a friend of the victims who wanted to spread the word. Ven starts the document off by describing his past relationship with Alex Kister. He also includes screenshots of text messages from Alex— which often contradict or have no relation with what he’s saying. This is why it’s important to look at the screenshots, guys! Most of the toxicity in Ven’s relationship with Alex stemmed from Ven’s refusal to honestly his boundaries or feelings. He told Alex that he was comfortable with the sexual comments, he told Alex that he was comfortable being just Friends with Benefits, and he told Alex that they were welcome to vent to him any time <- all of this is corroborated by the text screenshots that Ven himself posted.

In Ven’s text messages, we can see him suggesting that Alex gets a therapist. Great! Nothing wrong there. And then you actually look at the ss:

(Ven is the blue. These ss are linked in the callout document.)

First of all. You cannot force ANYONE to get mental help, regardless of whether you think it’s for their own well-being. If their behavior is harming you, leave. But even the worst people on earth deserve autonomy for these kinds of things. Ven literally states that he had FORCED Alex to get a therapist, and you can see him admit it in the messages above as well.

after these ss links (labeled part 9 in the doc), Ven hits us with this absolute banger:

“[Alex] then decided to go off his meds.”

Someone had already said this, but: YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO SAY THAT TO OR ABOUT A MENTALLY ILL PERSON. EVER. REGARDLESS OF WHO YOU ARE, OR WHO THEY ARE. it’s an insult to every mental health community.

^ also, Alex gives a pretty good reason for going off his medication. Not that they needed to.

^highlighted text is Ven’s callout post. Purple text is a fellow tumblr user’s annotations. They have a whole post with these annotations. I’ll credit them when I’m done writing out my post. [clarification: the annotator uses “she/her” pronouns for Alex, Ven uses he/him. I use they/them because Alex was never publicly OUT as she/her before they were outed, so I’m not sure what to do]

Also: please go on the callout doc and see the “pt. 11” screenshots yourself. There’s a lot of them and I don’t want to add them here, but please go see them.

^Ven hears that Alex wants to start a new chapter with them (yknow, like redeem the toxic relationship they’ve had) and immediately assumes it’s in the romantic sense.

^Alex admits that they are not ready for a committed relationship, a good first step for smoothing over any toxicity.

^nothing else to add. Annotator did great.

^ text ss as listed under the “pt. 14” link

These are 3 out of 10 ss under the Pt. 15 link. Look at the text indicated to with the red arrow (drawn by me). Ven literally tells Alex that they “don’t understand anything ever.” They also tell Alex in a later ss (plz find it yourselves because I’m not posting all 10 photos) that they “don’t understand [their] own emotions.”

Maybe Alex was making an unhealthy decision by continuing to reach out to someone they clearly had an unhealthy relationship with. But these responses are borderline abusive, especially when aimed at someone who suffers from paranoia.

A huge chunk of the entire callout doc is Ven venting about his relationship with Alex. This relationship is not abusive, it is toxic on both sides. The fact that Ven put this much focus on these barely relevant details— even when the topic was the victims, not Ven himself— suggests that he did this out of petty vindictiveness. If the allegations are true, the victims deserved a BETTER PERSON and a BETTER FRIEND to share their story. Not someone who did it purely because it was en excuse to get revenge. If it wasn’t revenge, why add all these details?? (funny thing— the whole doc. Would be more believable if Ven hadn’t added all this stuff. He destroyed his credibility before even getting to the allegations).

the one below has more transphobia and general assholery than ableism.

^apparently once you are out of the closet, you are not allowed to go back or feel ashamed. Else you are lying and manipulative. Thanks, Ven.

I am done posting screenshots from the annotation document. Please, PLEASE read it in full. I will tag it in the comments. There are so so so many good points.

STUFF THAT ALEX HAS DEFINITELY DONE WRONG, REGARDLESS OF WHETHER THE ALLEGATIONS ARE TRUE OR FALSE:

(Orange text is annotator, black is original doc).

Venting to/ Relying on a minor fan for mental health support (I think it was Mitchie). That’s not good.

making allusions to suicide during their relationship with Ven. Joke or not, that’s unhealthy.

ALLEGATIONS/VICTIMS:

wont say much here because I’m getting tired. some people on Reddit have been pointing out that some discord ss (not the ones I’ve shown you, those were imessage ss) look faked because there is use of military time, which is not an option on discord apparently. Other screenshots seem to use different fonts as well, further indicating forged evidence. I have fact-checked none of this and can’t verify it (not that you should be relying on my word alone, anyway).

I do not support Mitchie, since they’ve been telling people to self-harm and/or commit suicide when they point out flaws in the callout doc. I don’t care what you’ve been through. There is no excuse for that.

As for the other victims.. I find their statements fishy. However, I will not disbelieve them until more has been cleared up.

[yawarakaizai]

pmzai with an equally miserable s/o fem reader

ⵌ IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT

SENDER Reader (Fem) RECIPITENT PM Dazai Osamu (BSD) CONTENTS You sit and stare and wait for him to return to you. You've been bad and you've been good. There's nothing and no one that gives you purpose like he. NOTE reader+dazai are 17/18, implications of s/h, slight misogyny, death of parent, it's kind of angsty.. , soft couple, miserable couple, sui/cide mention+ideation COMPANY I'm Not Human At All

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Your tender heart would care for an injured bunny rescued from a bear trap.

You'd nurse the animal as best you could yet it would always die.

Your father was a hunter. He earned your living costs by selling animal hide and what meat he'd have spare after covering what you'll need. Your mother died when you were a little girl.

You were as sweet as your mother.

Your father would tell stories of how She would gaze out on the winter sky and say to Herself, "My daughter will be as snow. Gentle and graceful, yet freezing to those who demand more of what perfect she is already."

When your Mother died, they put Her in a box full of pink carnations and orchids. Surely to counteract the smell of Her decaying corpse, to display Her flesh as something beautiful before her descent under soil to where Her bones will return and fertilise what surrounds.

Rural life in Japan was not for the weak. Which you were.

You picked up what your Mother left behind.

Tending to the chickens in their coops and shearing the sheep, you'd milk the cows and free the rabbits when Father wasn't looking.

Your hands plush with baby fat would clench around your rosary every night and pray like a good girl.

By the time you reached puberty, your features resembled your Mother more than ever before. Your figure changed and as did your father.

He'd sneer at the dress that fit you perfectly just two years ago. You'd become defiant and bold, a rebellious child.

" Father, but why? "

Your protests and argumentative nature would anger him. And now, you weren't a good girl.

Shouting battles always left you sobbing into thick pillows until your throat hurt.

It was at the age of fifteen did you find out what lies beneath your thin flesh and blue pulse.

You are made of bright crimson and spite.

At sixteen, you ran away.

It was impulsive. You forgot how and what happened. You don't want to remember.

Your calves ached and your feet blistered with pain from trudging up and down hills and farms.

You are a mixture of love and loss.

Everything is a blur, and sometimes you question whether running away was the wisest thing to do.

You had collapsed the moment you stepped foot into the city.

A sad, lost soul who ran away from her father.

You had been a..

" Very bad girl. "

The voice startled you enough for you to spill the batter all over your clean white apron.

" Osamu! " You cried out in disbelief, the boy laughing hysterically. " That isn't funny, knock it off. "

In a way, Dazai reminded you of those bunnies you'd rescue in your youth. He was caught and wounded by the claws of Life. And although you may cup his cheeks into your hands and tell him 'You're alive', he had already died before you were able to cradle him to your chest.

" I told you not to wake up early, Y/N! I should have known to not mention my fondness of crêpes to you. "

You felt untamed, wild hair brush against the bare of your neck before soft lips made contact with your jawline. A soft kiss pressing into what was cold. He was grateful to have you in his sad miserable life.

And even if you two were not perfect for each other, you'd both die to watch the world burn.

" I did it on my own accord. " You lied. " You did not. " He calls your bluff like air. You huff in surrender.

Setting down the metal bowl of paste, you turn to face him. You think of the horrors that his empty, black eye must have seen. His other eye, obscured by bandages, was a mystery to you. You respected him enough to not budge him about it.

" I wished to make you something special. "

You confess, certain he already knew your intention. Your boyfriend was simply smarter than many.

" I don't need anything. Coming home to you is enough, bella. '' His hand stretches to you like death.

Your eyes were not as bright as they were when you were little. They reflected the bad girl that you've become. The one that left her sickly impoverished father in treacherous conditions alone because her feelings were hurt.

" Belladonna. "

He'd pull you back into reality when he'd notice you slipping.

" 'samu. You've barely been coming home anymore, okay? Let me do this, just this once for you. " You snaked your arms around his waist and he mirrored your action, twirling you both out of the kitchen.

Dazai was inexplicable to you. He was a man your father wouldn't like. A man your Mother would hate. A man your younger self would despise.

You willingly moved into a shared apartment with the mafia executive after a few months of living in Yokohama. It was him to have picked you up from the streets. Sensing you were worth more than the muddied appearance you showed at that time.

Your one-time use turned into a second-time use, and your second-time use blossomed like a flower in Spring. You interested him.

You both intoxicated each other. Dazai was able to make you feel light. You felt weightless and as fragile as a butterfly. Weak, small and at his mercy.

" Then don't hide yourself away from the kitchen when I'm right here, love. "

By the time your spinning head focused on what was around you again, he had toppled you both onto the living room couch. He loomed over you, fully dressed in his mafia uniform, his stupid tie obscuring your vision until he tucked it between the buttons of his revere blouse.

" What would you do if I were to die? "

" Osamu. Stop that. "

You muttered.

You feel his life. The warmth of his body, the tender flow of blood heating his body as his finger traced patterns into your cheek. Your heart keeps beating.

" Answer me, Y/N. "

You didn't enjoy thinking of your partners demise. You wouldn't mind if you were to die.

The problem was, you didn't want to be alive for your boyfriends funeral, yet you didn't wish for your boyfriend to be alive for yours.

You loved each other to the point it became hate. Hate for how the other made living seem worth it.

Dazai had an eventful life. You did not.

You had no education whatsoever. According to the government, you did not exist. You had no birth certificate. You were no one. You lived hidden in this cramped apartment.

When Dazai was away, it was only you and your thoughts. Your thoughts were a dangerous thing.

" I think I would kill myself too. "

Your voice caught up on an unexpected crack. You were puzzled until your vision became glassy.

" Pretty baby. I'm sorry. " His apology was belated as you'd already begun to sniffle, he lowered his weight on you, turning to lay on his side as he pulled you in close, coaxing you into silence.

" Don't die, 'samu. Not here, not now. " Your sad little beg mused him.

Dazai was all you had left. You were most certain that if you were to part, you would die.

With Dazai, you were still inadequate. Without Dazai, you truly were nothing but a walking corpse.

He thinks that you are something weak and soft, with a fire raging in you that cried to be extinguished before it could spread.

You hush yourself to enjoy the feeling surrounding you. You feel Dazai's ribcage rise with each steady breath he takes. The beating of a heart is somewhere far deep in, and yours is jumping in your throat.

" Not now. " He repeated after you, and part of you wished to believe it.

There was something mystical about Osamu.

Something that warned you to not feed coal to the flame.

And that if you reached your hand in, you'd burn yourself on what was forbidden.

©yawarakaizai 2023 ﹒﹒ reblogs appreciated! requests open :3

[rosie-kairi]

*Crashes through window* I come bearing more au ideas. This is simply Organization Skuld.

Pick any inconsequential member and replace them with Skuld. Can you imagine the phantom trauma of her Marluxia and Larexene in a room together? Especially alone with Marluxia? Something feels both right and yet so painful like a physical wound weighing them down. And Skuld (I can't think of a good scrambled x name) being around Roxas it makes her tense going on solo missions with him is so hard. It feels so familiar but it hurts so bad.

Plus we would officially know where are all the union leaders are.

Can you imagine the possible reunion between her Lauriam and Ven when they regain their memories? And marveling at home big he got but he's still so small and so much younger? The more things change the more they stay the same.

Similar to the last ask when Skuld looks at Xion or Zexion or repliku she's reminded of different people and it's like she's drowning.

CoM goes a lot differently because it's all three of them plotting to overthrow the organization. And I think with Skuld Marluxia and Larexene might survive the castle and manage to get away. The three going rouge and meeting up with Sora and Co in a year.

But imagine Skuld is cold, harsh, bloodthirsty, cowardly nothing like the kind patient fearless union leader in the past.

Also anytime she is around Xigbar she wants to clock him. No idea why but she has the intense urge to remove his head from his shoulders.

But are you seeing my vision? Are you picking up what I'm putting down? Are hearing what I'm saying?

God the vibes in that organization would be acidic, even more than usual. Any room with Skuld and Xigbar in it concurrently is not a room you want to spend much time in. Which makes meetings very. Interesting.

The reformed vibes would be off the charts as well. Lauriam and Skuld staring at each other from across the room trying to connect each other's nobodies to the people they used to know. Ventus standing in the middle like "somebody please help me"

[simplydannie]

Previous “The Meeting”

Based on @zephyrmars ask here!

Upon looking for his family, Floyd finds himself in the most unlikely places…and at the hands of two teens he didn’t know were set to change his life forever.

“Gone…. They’re gone…” Floyd stood at the center of the Troll tree… It now lay empty, not a single soul in sight… the Trolls were gone, all gone. Floyd fell to his knees. Did they all get eaten? Did they escape? His heart sank.

Branch… little Branch.

“I just left him… I thought… I didnt….” His colors began to fade. He looked around, he peeked inside the tiny homes…Everything was still here, nothing was taken, nothing was broken… they saw the opportunity and ran for it, they had too. Hopping down to the base of the tree he saw holes, giant ones. It seems in their attempt to retrieve them, the Bergens dug, and dug. Yes, they did escape.

“They have to be alive… I have to find where they went.” He said to himself. Getting up he ran out of the Troll tree before any Bergens saw.

For nearly 20 years he had roamed in isolation looking for his family, for any sight of Pop Trolls.. Floyds colors were completely gone, wasted, not a single dose of happiness left in him. He sat on top of a tree branch curled into a ball…the way he spent most nights…If 20 years of searching led him nowhere, then he was completely hopeless. Tears began filling his eyes like they did every night. That’s when heard the voice. Peeping down below he saw hooded figures, giant hooded figures…he’d never really seen anything like them before. They weren’t Bergens, their features were almost doll-like…

“You find any?”

“Nope. Seems like we’re all dry on this end.”

“Dammit. We’ll search another location tomorrow. These Trolls only have so much to where they can hide now.”

Floyd’s ears had perked up at the mention of Trolls. He had grown desperate by now, any mention of them was a hopeful one since all the villages he had run into didn’t have his family….Maybe, just maybe…

In the blink of an eye, Floyd flung himself from the top of the tree into their vehicle below. He hid from view of these giant creatures.

“Please, please, take me to my family.” He whispered to himself as the vehicle began to move…

That’s how he found his way in Under Rageous, that’s how he found himself trapped by two greened haired teens. Floyd had no idea where he was being carried too. All he could hear were the voices of the two figures…

“He doesn’t look so good Vels.”

“Doesn’t matter. A Troll is a Troll and a Troll means bitz.” He heard the female voice say.

Floyd stretched out his tiny arms to reach for the cloth that covered the trap he was in, but not luck… he pulled the tiny bars surrounding him, banging them hoping they’d budge, nothing, he was trapped…

“Are you sure about this?” He heard the male voice speak again.

“Stop it Ven. We’re doing this. Stay here.” Floyd heard her footsteps fade away. The Troll was curled into a corner when the cover was lifted. His eyes adjusted to the dim lights. Floyd was able to get a good look at the kid this time: stringy green hair under a purple beanie, pale, pale porcelain like skin. A doll like face, but covered in scars, a tired look in his giant eyes…He looked at Floyd with a sad expression…There were no words between them for a moment, just silence as they looked at each other.

“I’ve never met a REAL Troll.” The boy said. Floyd remained silent. “Why are you gray? They said Trolls have the prettiest colors, but you don’t have any.” A look of concern crossed his face. “Are you sick? Do Trolls get sick?……Do Trolls even talk? Do you even understand me?” He blabbed. Floyd couldn’t help but let a small smile cross his face….in some form or another, his curiosity reminded him of Branch.

“I understand you.” Floyd responded.

“Oh thank God! I thought I was talking to my own for a minute there.” The boy had moved himself into a corner far from view. “What’s your name?”

“…..Floyd. What’s yours?”

“Veneer! And the girl you saw with me is my sister, Velvet. She’s moody, but she’s nice enough.”

Silence passed between them again when Veneer finally asked, “Why are you all gray?”

“I….” It took a moment for the Troll to respond, to find the right words… “I just lost my colors…”

“You can do that?”

“When a Troll looses all sense of hope and happiness…Yes, it happens.” Floyd curled himself into tighter ball.

“Why are you not happy?”

“My family…I can’t find them.” The Troll buried his face into his knees. Veneer’s heart sank…He had a family. Trolls. They all had families. And here were Under Rageons taking them and selling them for their own personal gain. He glanced around, he was far from eyes, far from view. Opening his trap, Veneer reached inside and gently scooped the Troll up in his hands and placed him in the pockets of his red vest.

“What are you-“

“Shhh.” Veneer hushed him. He tore apart a section of the trap, making it seem as if the Troll had escaped. Veneer draped the cloth back over it. “Stay quiet.”

Within moments his sister appeared with a male Rageon beside her, a few years older than they were. “There it is.” She pointed to the trap Veneer still held in his hands.

“Nice one, Ven. Seems you have slowly proven yourself to our group.” The male Rageon responded. Veneer swallowed the lump that was in his throat, trying his best to hide the fear behind a smile. “Give it here.”

Hesitantly, Veneer reached over and gave the trap to the Rageon, “Those bitz are all ours! You know how much money this little Troll is going to- What the hell!” Upon uncovering the trap, he saw that it was empty, the little metal bars broken and bent, “Where is it! What the heck happened!”

“VEN?” Velvet glanced at him wide-eyed.

“He was there. He was there I swear! We…we both saw it.” Veneer replied.

“WELL IT’S NOT HERE NOW IS IT!” The male Rageon tossed the trap straight into Veneer’s face causing him to stagger back, his body began trembling in fear.

“It escaped. We’ll go find another one.” Velvet tried to intervene.

“DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO CATCH ONE ROAMING AROUND IN UNDER RAGEOUS! THEY’RE DAMN GONE AROUND OUTSIDE TOO! THIS WAS OUR CHANCE! YOUR STUPID BROTHER RUINED IT WITH HIS STUPID TRAP!” He shoved Velvet out of the way and made his way to Veneer, grasping him by the collar of his shirt. “YOU SAID TO TRUST YOU! THAT YOUR TRAP WOULD WORK! AND WE DID! YOU FREAKING IDIOT!”

SMACK.

He hit Veneer clear across the face.

SMACK.

He hit him again.

SMACK.

And again.

“Stop it!” Velvet jumped in just as he was about to hit another blow, hitting her instead. She held her face and winced at the pain it left her.

“Your brother has caused us enough trouble, he has lost us enough bitz. We’re done. You’re no longer part of this group. You work and fend for yourselves now! One thousand bitz! That’s how much you need to pay us back. If you don’t, we will find you.” With his boot he kicked dirt in both their faces. Veneer spat out blood as he felt a loose tooth somewhere inside.

“Vels! Vels are you okay?” He went over to his sister, checking her face.

“Me? You’re the one he let hell on!” She grabbed his face looking at him up and down. “God, it’s going to swell. We better get home and ice it now.” She grabbed his hand and began to walk away.

“Um, Vels…” Veneer attempted to speak as she dragged him down the streets of Under Rageous. They passed by various Rageons and Bergens alike. They scoffed and laughed as they saw his condition.

“Mind your business! Giant apes.” Velvet yelled.

“Vels…I have something I need to tell you…”

“Not now Ven. I just want to get home.”

“Vels you have to listen, and you can’t get mad….”

She stopped, she turned and looked at him, “Mad at what?”

Veneer pulled her into a dark, empty alleyway. He pulled her behind dumpsters away from any eyes, “Please, don’t get mad.”

“What the hell Ven, spit it out!”

He reached into his pocket in hopes he was still there…He was. Veneer wrapped his hand gently around Floyd, bringing him out he showed him to Velvet. Her mouth dropped. Her eyes moved rapidly between the Troll and her brother.

“You….YOU LIED!” She yelled.

“I had too. It didn’t feel right. He doesn’t look good. Just look at him Vels. And he has a family!”

“BITZ VENEER! WE LOST ON BITZ!”

“You know we would only see not even half of what we would’ve gotten for him. You know that!”

“WE OWE THEM BITZ NOW BECAUSE OF THIS VENEER!”

“Don’t worry about that…I have some saved up. Vel’s we need to make sure he get’s out of here. What if his family is here? We could help him find them?”

Floyd looked back and forth at the arguing siblings. They reminded him a lot of his own…He looked at Veneer. His face was bruised, his mouth bleeding, all because he wanted to save him. Protect him..

“Can I say something?” Floyd called up to them. Both Rageons glanced down at him, “Thank you. You, you didn’t have to do that.”

Veneer smiled, while Velvet scowled.

“Why do you always have to be like this Veneer?” She said.

“I can’t help it…He needs his family.”

Floyd smiled, but a sudden wave of nausea hit him. He fainted at the palm of Veneer’s hand. All he remembered hearing was the sound of the Rageon boy screaming his name.

The smell of warm food is what awoke Floyd. He opened his tiny eyes and found himself wrapped in a small cloth, a sock was made into a pillow for him. He find himself in a small home that reminded him a little bit of the single roomed Troll homes. Floyd heard bickering. He turned towards the small kitchen and saw both twins hovering over the stove.

“Garlic powder. Mom said garlic is good for the immune system.” Velvet said.

“Wasn’t it onion?”

“No garlic.”

“I swear it was onion.”

“Oh my gosh, it’s garlic Veneer!”

“…..it’s onion….”

Velvet threw a wooden spoon hitting the top of his head. Floyd found himself smiling a lot this day…something about these two just clicked with him. Perhaps it was just the feeling of being surrounded by a family like this for the first time in a long while, a family that reminded him of his own. He looked around and saw there was not sign of their parents or anyone else. Were they on their own? This young? He’d guess they were only about sixteen, maybe even fifteen.

The twins turned around to see he had woken up, “Oh you’re awake!” Veneer beamed.

“…Joy…” Velvet rolled her eyes and went to sit on a small couch they had. Veneer had found the smallest bowl and spoon they had.

“..Yeah that’s still kind of big.” He said placing the bowl in front of Floyd.

“It’s fine. Trolls can have a big appetite. It smells good.”

“Our mom would make this when we were sick, and you looked kind of sick. OH! Vels agreed you could stay as long as you needed too.”

“Don’t make me change my mind.” The girl had laid herself on the couch and closed her eyes.

Floyd smiled, “Thank you. I think this is the most rest I’ve had in the longest time.” He began taking sips of the soup when he saw Veneer eyeing him curiously. “What?”

“I don’t know if it’s just me, maybe it’s the lighting? But…You’re not looking as gray as you did when I first saw you. Is your color coming back?”

[meltedbluecaterpillar]

Olfactophilia

ST☆RISH - HE★VENS

TW FOR SEMI SUGGESTIVE CONTENT! These are my personal headcanons on what I think the idols would wear. You do not have to agree with me. I just dislike how Broccoli always gives their character merch scents like; apple or lavender. They are adult men in an entertainment industry. They usually get promotional items so I think that they have preferences... But I also have a thing for exploring the world around me with my nose first. I hope you enjoy.

Quick explanation; top notes, middle notes, and base notes are the length of how long the scent will last when applied. Top notes; 5 - 15 minutes / Middle notes; 1 hour / Base notes; Max of 6 hours

Reiji Kotobuki

Le Beau Paradise Garden by Jean Paul Gaultier Masculine Cologne Around 130 USD // 20,094 Yen

So I picked this mostly based on my perception of Reiji. I think he is so wonderful and silly. And the design of the bottle reminds me of him in a way that I cannot explain. His canon scent/associated smell from what I have seen is usually… Grass? Earth and forest smell. Which is fine. But I think he needs something… Cuter? Reiji is a big clown character so I think that something akin to lawn clippings isn’t as fun and whimsical as he is. So I chose this! The top notes are ginger, mint, water notes (these are molecules combined to mimic the ‘scent’ of clean freshwater!) and green notes(grass usually)! This is to create a very fresh smell when it’s first applied. The middle notes are coconut, fig, and salt. I really like this for Reiji because it’s masculine but also it feels almost… Like a mature beach trip. If that makes sense. In a fun way! Lastly the base notes are tonka beans and sandalwood so it all fades down to this which is very warm. Please imagine visiting the lake after a drive with him and spending the whole day together until night time!~! That kind of scent.

Reiji is always looking for ways to get you closer…

Ranmaru Kurosaki

Eros Flame by Versace Masculine Cologne Around 115 USD // 17,219 Yen

Ranmaru usually has something ‘spicy’ or amber for his scent which actually makes sense to me. But again usually when they say spicy it’s cinnamon and only cinnamon… Which reminds me more of Xmas than it reminds me of a sexy man. So I picked Eros Flame by Versace because I actually have smelled this cologne in person. A long time ago I smelled it and it wasn’t for me personally. But I can’t deny it smelled good. The top notes are mandarin orange, Madagascar pepper (spicy!), chinotto(sour and tart fruit that is similar to an orange), rosemary, and lemon. So it’s very citrusy on top and the scent is almost like… Potpourri? So it's a nice bowl of fruit when he comes in to hug you. The middle notes are geranium, pepperwood, and rose so it’s very floral and gently mixing in with the lingering fruit scent! Which can be a little intense but the bite of the spice smell remains. The base notes are vanilla, tonka bean, sandalwood, Texas cedar, patchouli, and oakmoss! Very calm and earthy smells with that hidden sweetness. I think it fits Ranmaru very well because he is very passionate, but there’s also a softness there!

Ranmaru wants to make sure you know that he likes you…

Ai Mikaze

MISSING PERSON by PHLUR Unisex Cologne Around 99 USD // 15,047 Yen

My original choice for Ai was Molecule 01 but I changed my mind. I like this much better. So my original choice was me viewing Ai Mikaze as physically what he is and not who he is which was very hurtful of me! MISSING PERSON is supposed to replicate the lingering scent of your lovers bare skin. It is intimate, but nonsexual. If I recall, Ai usually gets floral scents which actually does make sense for me. I just am not the biggest fan of the constant usage of lavender when it comes to idol merchandise. Ai is still a 'child' so... I will allow it. The top notes are bergamot (if an orange and a lemon had a baby that would be the smell), jasmine, and musk (powdery, sweet, feminine!). Imagine the person you love finally dry after a long and relaxing shower. The top notes are meant to imitate that, which I very much agree with... The middle notes are orange blossom, cyclamen, and neroli. These are all floral smells and as the top notes fade it's a lingering and pleasant smell that will leave you at ease. Finally, the base notes are white musk (more masculine!), white wood, and Australian sandalwood. As everything winds down you are left with a softness in the cologne that I really like for Ai. He is not just a machine made to replicate who once was. He is 愛!~!

As Ai grows and learns, you can see that he really is his own person...

Camus

The Omniscient Mr. Thompson by Penhaligon's Masculine Cologne Around 315 USD // 47, 747 Yen

This was also not my first choice but my first choice was so basic I forgot the name. This cologne is insanely expensive because the bottle is only 75ml for the price. Which isn't a lot but it is very strong... It is butler inspired, which Camus plays that role while on stage but also even outside of that the scent reminds me of him. In a good way! The top notes are lavender, pink pepper, and elemi (a type of amber with a pine smell!). It comes off as sweet and masculine. The scent tends to linger which it's like... "You will see me" if that makes sense. The middle notes are orris root (powdery earth smell), black pepper, and geranium. The pepper is back! But pink pepper and black pepper are different when it comes to colognes and perfumes. Pink pepper is more for a sweeter spice smell. Imagine a finely aged whiskey while black pepper is a biting spice meant to give you the feeling of intensity. So the middle notes are much warmer and mature than the top ones. Finally our base notes are vanilla, sesame, and oak! When it all fades down to the base as a whole... It's impossible to explain other than elegant. It is very strong scent wise but it fades quickly. So even before entering a room the smell is going to attract you. I am actually a very big fan of this one. I love almost every fragrance from this collection...

Camus knows that the smell will cling to your clothes when he's finished with you...

[raevenlywrites]

Magnus Archives time lets goooo! Todays episodes are 13: Alone, 14: Piecemeal, skipped 15: Lost John's Cave (once is enough thanks), 16: Arachnophobia, 17: The Bone Turner's Tale, 18: The Man Upstairs, 19: Confession

Eps 1-12

Eps 21-28 here

Alone

oh shit! i forgot we brought in new voices, what a fun surprise, courtesy of my garbo memory XD

ugh god this one is awful i love it. the perfect blend of believable bleeding into incredible

note for future self: i vaguely remember the Lucas family being important? but it didnt ping! my memory the same way Jared Key did

Piecemeal

Not much to say on this one. Its weird, but not a particular fear of mine, and nothing jumped out at me as "this is a clue!"

Lost John's Cave

now this one IS a big fear of mine and I almost didnt make it through my first listen. Im gonna have to rely on yall to refresh my memory on anything of particular import

Arachnophobia

Ghost spider! Ghost spider! Ghost spider! XD I remember thinking this was a really twist on the old standby of "ick! spider"

This also feels like a good time to rack my brain a lil more for what i remember from my first listening attempt, since its starting to come back

The "monsters": I believe they have a standardized naming convention, like, each fear fits into a domain. Piecemeal reminded me one is called like Meat or something, of course Squirm is bugs or whatever, and that Lady in Red is ...possessed by it? Something about an Avatar, and thats what happens to Jon in the end (hence all the eyes on him in fanart (not to be confused with Nightvale Cecil of the eldritch unknowableness )(i s2g these fandoms absolutely overlap and blend in my poor lil brain)(is that enough parenthesis to close everything? idk n idc))

Martin: this is wildly specific to me and my interests, but he reminds of Adachi from Persona 4 - both in being comedically inept AND in it being a ruse to hide something. well see if im right

The Bone Turners Tale:

Oh! I think this was the other one wife had me listen to on that first roadtrip!

Johnny! Push pause you silly goose! I love his irritation though, almost like he reads the statements with emotion on purpose, like an actor trying out a monologue, and hes embarrassed to be caught :P

The Man Upstairs

Ugh, I remember being *so proud* of myself for connecting the dots between this one and Do Not Open, only for my wife to remind me that no one lived in that flat aside from the guy with the box. Oh well XD

Confession

fun fact: this one is linked forever in my mind with Kingdom Hearts: Birth By Sleep, Vens Snow White arc. I couldnt tell you what I was playing listening to the other eps, but this one has a mental sountrack of Snow White going "oh dear!" as her dumb ass runs into trouble

hey! now this one does connect some dots! this is why i remembered the fractal episode being bigger than it was. Flagging this for a relisten when i get more pieces

Flag: House on Hilltop Rd. Current relevant episodes: 8 Burned Out, 19 Confession

Desecrated Host

Not much to add except that this ep goes with the Sleeping Beauty throne room :P

[fivenightsatfreddysfanfiction]

Sing The Song of Sorrow and Grieving

Vanessa and Sydney take Gregory to see Vincent about a recurring dream that keeps interrupting sleep for them all. Vincent looks into it, but what he finds is especially confusing...

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“So another nightmare issue?” Ven murmured, sketching a few more lines of his concept design to get the idea on paper before the start of the session. Vanessa and Sydney sat together on one sofa while Gregory lay on the other, the boy watching him with faint interest while propped up with throw pillows. “My sister said she helped out that friend of yours. Didn’t say for what and Vincent does that whole client confidentiality thing, but I could sense that whatever went on, it seemed to go well for him.” He glanced up and managed a quick smile, “So I guess what I’m trying to say is that, if you had any worries about him, you can relax. Extra stress from other factors could affect the nightmares and make it a little bit harder for Vincent to pinpoint the issue.”

“That’s good. And yeah, I already know what he went through, it’s fine,” Gregory replied and sighed, relaxing into the cushions and pillows, “He’s a nice guy. Dunno how he got caught up in Fazbear Entertainment’s shit but at least he didn’t lose anything important.” He shrugged a little, “And calling what I got a ‘nightmare’ doesn’t really seem like it fits. It’s just a weird dream, not really all that scary. Just.. weird.”

“Whatever it is, it’s happening often enough that you keep coming to our room and waking Sydney up for hot chocolate,” Vanessa said worriedly, sharing a glance with the man beside her. He signed a response and her frown deepened. “Yeah, I know you don’t mind getting up to comfort him, but I think we’d all rest easier if we sorted out what’s causing the nightmare so he doesn’t lose sleep so much.”

“I’ll sleep when I am dead,” Gregory intoned, hands folded neatly over his stomach. His mouth twitched into a smile and he laughed when the three adults stared at him in muted horror. “What?! I was joking! C’mon!” he declared. Sydney signed again and Gregory pouted. “How was I supposed to know we’re almost out of those chocolate things you use? You keep them up on that shelf where I can’t get to it!” he complained and threw his hands up, “Not my fault I’m short!”

“Still, Vanessa has a good point,” Ven told him, closing up his sketchbook and setting it aside, “Sooner we sort out why you have this recurring dream, the sooner you’ll be able to sleep through the night. You won’t grow if you don’t sleep.” Gregory rolled his eyes and Ven just chuckled, sitting back and taking a deep breath. He relaxed and withdrew mentally, feeling the slight mental brush of Vincent drifting past to take over as he faded into sleep.

“Before we begin, I have to remind you of the starting procedure, just so we’re all on the same page,” Vincent said calmly, eyes kept mostly closed as he remained relaxed in his chair, “Gregory, you relax and let yourself feel like you’re getting ready to sleep. I’ll connect with my Remnant and knock to let you know I’m ready to enter your dream.”

“Okay, just remember. It’s not scary, just.. weird,” Gregory repeated with a slight strain on his voice, “So, maybe it really isn’t that deep. I’m only doing this cuz Vanessa doesn’t sleep well without Sydney and I kinda feel bad taking him away so much.”

“Oh my god, Gregory, I’m fine,” Vanessa sighed in exasperation, flopping back on the sofa while Sydney just gave her a fond grin, like he was used to being pulled back and forth between them.

“Relax, and rest,” Vincent said again firmly, reaching out with his Remnant to gently touch onto Gregory’s mind, prodding at his defenses to be let in. There was a slight bit of resistance, then a pull, and then everything went dark.

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The neon color Vincent expected was far muted than usual, the Pizzaplex atrium thick with fog clinging to the walls and drifting around the floor, obscuring the 80’s aesthetic of the building. As he waited for the check Gregory’s mind did to be sure he was safe -the static felt oddly pricklier than usual-, he watched the performance on the stage with uncertainty. Something seemed.. off.. about it.

Glamrock Freddy wasn’t front and center this time; instead he was more towards the back of the stage, sitting on the floor in the shadows of the curtains and looking down at his feet, head tilted aside as if in contemplation. The space he usually took was left empty, though there was the faintest shadow of something moving in his place, bear-shaped but not quite. Vincent could only really see the edges of some figure, where the spotlight could catch for a moment, outlining ears, a hat, a microphone clutched in a hand.

Chica played her guitar with the same enthusiasm, often sweeping her hand up into a gesture that looked like she was holding something there, palm up and flat, while she swayed in place. On the other side of the empty space, Monty barely played his own guitar, plucking at strings stiffly and looking away from the empty space. His jaws were taped shut, bound in several layers of silvery color, as if whoever did that didn’t trust him to have an open mouth for any amount of time. There was a faint and flickering ghost-like figure transposed over him, edges appearing in the light like the shadow in Freddy’s place to show longer, taller ears over his head, like a rabbit was meant to be there.

Roxy also seemed less energetic as she played her keytar, her hand on the keys held strangely, fingers pressed together tightly and curled over the ivories, shaped like she was trying to scoop at them and tapping with just her fingertips one key at a time. Her tail curled close to her legs, her chin tucked close to her chest, as if she was trying to shrink in on herself and be overlooked, so different from her known bold and brash personality that painted her as the tough gal of the group.

The prickling faded and Vincent breathed a sigh of relief, rubbing at his arms to disperse the feeling as he began walking. As usual, Gregory wasn’t anywhere to be seen right away. The boy tended to be where the scene of the nightmare took place and Vincent had to explore to find it or call out for a guide. With how strange the dreamscape was looking, maybe a walk would reveal more clues to what was going on?

He stretched his Remnant out to prod at the band on stage, trying to read the emotions building the images, the memory. Just a passing gesture, harmless, but he paused at the returning prickling feeling that met his touch. Whatever was composing the Glamrocks on stage in this very different formation, it seemed Gregory’s defenses refused to share why the change happened. Vincent withdrew the trail of Remnant with a puzzled frown; it wasn’t really part of the issue he was here to address but he just noted it for later discussion.

The stairs to the next level of the atrium seemed a good bet until he actually got to them and found security gates blocking his access. He folded his arms over his chest and frowned harder. What was going on?

A loud clap sounded in the air and lights went out at one end of the atrium. Vincent looked up in concern, watching as row after row of lights shut off with the same loud clap until the whole building was plunged into shadows. The only source of illumination now were the emergency lights, glowing faintly red from hidden spots all around the structures. The music had long faded and Vincent was left wondering what Gregory would do next.

Had he actually fallen asleep?

The fog poured down the stairs from the upper levels of the atrium and he stepped back hurriedly, preparing his Remnant to defend himself. He watched with alarm as the levels melted down with the fog, as though they were being eaten away and letting the fog cascade down in sheets. It washed over the floor, roiling in far thicker mass and flowing around Vincent’s feet, swallowing his ankles and flowing up in a cloudy wave over his shins. The shock of sudden guilt and regrets from the contact hammered at Vincent’s thoughts and senses, staggering him before he could reinforce himself. A lance of fear, of dread, shot through him and he dropped to his knees, hands clutching at his heart as he breathed hard, shallow but even.

What was happening?!

He was still breathing, trying to get himself under control, as he stared up at the fog solidifying into walls and attractions, smaller than what’s often seen in the Pizzaplex. A carousel, dilapidated and broken down; kiddie rides in the shapes of a bear, a bird, a rabbit whose head lay on the floor, a fox colored half red and half grey, all stood in a row, paint chipping and fading; black and white tile in a familiar pattern on the floor reflected decades of scuff marks and stains from management that no longer cared about the place.

Vincent’s gaze traced over the attractions in faint confusion. Damien had said Gregory had been looking into information about Mike Schmidt and the Bite of ‘87, so clearly some of that research was bleeding into his dreams. But this.. it felt too close like having been in the building. And why was it so dark?

Giggles sounded in the air as a chill crept over him and his breath stuttered. Ghostly figures of children floated through the remade pizzeria, moving as though frolicking. Their laughter clawed at him, and one voice that no one else should have known -so how, how, did her voice end up here?!- inflicted so much pain Vincent didn’t even realize the weight of it until he was struggling to hold himself up from the floor with the entirety of his forearms. A thin film of water over the checkered diner tile reflected his devastated expression.

“..Please..,” he found himself whispering, “Please, stop. M-my daughter.. just give her back... I’ll do anything.. just give her back.”

Why was she here? How was she here? Her voice, laughing darkly, haunting these halls. Trapped here because of...

Jonathan’s curse as The Influence.

Rage flashed through him, hot and irrational, and was just as quickly snuffed out as a sob escaped him. He had already been through those nightmares, felt the guilt and the shame from the man who admitted his fear had empowered him to hold all those souls in place, desperate to give them life by rejecting death and blind to the understanding he kept them all from moving on.

But it still hurt, so, so much...

He couldn’t move. Couldn’t get up, crushed under the weight of grief, and all he could think was how tired he felt. The realization that he never really healed himself.. and now this. If he couldn’t pull himself together, if he lost himself to Gregory’s mindscape, what would happen to Ven and Stephanie? He was the other side of their souls; they were supposed to be able to live on without him, but what would the spiritual damage be? Could he risk their destruction with his want to just collapse here in the memory of his daughter’s laugh and never get up?

Yes, that’s right. Gregory’s mindscape. He was here to find out why the boy was having a recurring strange dream. Was this part of it? The old Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza Place, the Bite of ‘87, the Missing Children Incident; Gregory looking into the past must have constructed all this, so real and so close to reality that it even fooled him.

Slowly, laboriously, Vincent pushed himself back up to his knees, rubbing his face with both hands until his tears were dry and he could shove the rest back in and down where he could pin a lock in place for now and deal with it later. Better not to think about how the children had been reborn, not to think about Violet among them, not to think about how his daughter was still far out of reach, keeping her distance for whatever reason. He was here for Gregory’s sake, his personal issues were a problem for future Vincent.

He took another deep breath, shaky but calmer, willing his Remnant to return to the tranquil coolness that soothed minds. A faint echo of steps caught his attention and Vincent turned his head to watch what looked very much like a funereal procession heading down the hall towards the room he was in. There was a tall and slender figure, cloaked in black, a plastic orange beak poking out of the shadows of their cowl pulled low over their head. Gregory walked beside her, slouched and far less exuberant and energetic than he tended to be.

He looked almost drained of life, his face pale, eyes dim and flat. He had one hand up, held by the cloaked figure as they walked together at his pace, slow and shuffling. Vincent watched the two of them approach in confusion, cautiously getting to his feet. Should he approach them or wait? He tried to take a step, but couldn’t lift a foot, as though he’d been locked in place.

“Wait, what?” he murmured in alarm, pulling at his legs to try and get them moving. He tried wrapping his own Remnant around himself to isolate from the dream, freeing himself from the lock, but that didn’t seem to take effect either. Was his own will not enough? How strong was this kid’s mental focus to carry things out to the end?

Since Vincent couldn’t move, he could only watch the scene play out and try to figure out what he was seeing. The cloaked figure and Gregory continued walking into the games and attractions room. As they drew closer, a soft yellow light began glowing in the corner of his eye, catching his attention. He looked towards it, sucking air through his teeth in shock at the dull gleam of a burnished gold coffin resting on the checkered tile. Surrounding it were statues clad in colored hooded robes all in varying bent forms, leaning over the open coffin. Nearby was another figure, laid out on the floor with a larger statue bent over them as if to guard them.

Why was that coffin so large? It was sized for a full grown man, but the figure on the floor didn’t appear to be the intended person for it. Briefly Vincent wondered if he was to be put into it and tried again to get his legs moving. Gregory and the cloaked figure walking with him finally reached where he was but neither of them paid him any attention. As if he wasn’t even there.

“Gregory! Hey! If you’re locking me in, let me out! I can’t start unraveling the illusion here until you do!” Vincent called out to him. The boy didn’t even pause, just blinked as he glanced at him and kept walking on towards the coffin.

Wait, was it meant for Gregory then? Was this the recurring dream? A funeral procession in a pizzeria?

Vincent watched in greater confusion as the cloaked figure helped Gregory step into the coffin and lay back into it, the boy just looking up at the ceiling. The figure reached up to the beak on their face, popped it out of place, then held it in one hand as they bent to press a makeshift kiss to the boy’s head before stepping back to kneel in solemnity. Only then did whatever was anchoring Vincent in place release and he stumbled forward in surprise.

None of this made sense. Vincent drew closer, already trying to keep his steps quiet in the face of the funereal scene. His Remnant spread over the scene, tugging at everything to pull up the illusion, but nothing was coming apart. So, this was reality? This was the true memory?

“But this.. this never happened to you. How can this be truth?” Vincent muttered, lowering himself to one knee as he placed a hand on the coffin. It felt solid and real, the emotions of fear, regret, anger, and despair layered onto it made perfect sense to associate with coffins and caskets like this. But how would there be one inside a pizzeria? “Gregory?” he called again.

The boy lay in the coffin, one arm draped over his stomach, hand resting lightly against his side as he slowly opened his eyes to look up at the ceiling again. “Told you it was weird,” he said quietly, his voice dull and lackluster, “Not my first time in here. Don’t like how cramped it is.”

Vincent frowned at his words and looked at the interior of the coffin. Again, it was sized for a full grown person, and Gregory barely took up a third of the space. Actually.. wait, what was that pattern? Vincent narrowed his eyes at some linework etched into the interior of the coffin, dividing it into three segments. There was a section at the ‘head’ of the coffin, the middle section for the torso and arms, and the final section for the legs. Gregory had been placed into that middle section with plenty of space above and below him.

“According to my detection all of this is already truth,” Vincent muttered, looking around at the bent over statues, “There isn’t any illusion to dispel. So what does this mean?” Of the statues surrounding the coffin, one was dressed in a white and pink cloak, the black cloaked figure who brought Gregory in remained closest to him, and one that was bent over the head of the coffin was in a black and white striped cloak. That left the last two figures of the scene nearby.

Vincent got back up to investigate those two figures, the large statue was covered in a tattered purplish cloth, a solid black faceplate over its head making it appear like looking into a void. It didn’t move as he approached, still bent over the figure laying on the floor. Now that he was closer, he could recognize them as Jeremy Fitzgerald, likely as Gregory had last seen the man in his workshop. Dressed in a long-sleeve sweater and work jeans, hair tied in his usual ponytail, the animatronic engineer seemed to be unconscious but otherwise unharmed. Vincent reached down to press fingertips against his neck to check for a pulse as well as check the emotions building the man’s appearance.

Still alive, and with the expected emotions of care and love. Gregory really adored and admired his mentor in engineering. And yet this scene was still ‘truth’ to Vincent’s attempt at pulling apart illusions. How? Jeremy hadn’t recently been in a state like this. Was this something that happened in the past?

“But he’s never mentioned anything like this happening,” Vincent mused aloud, standing back up to study the scene, fingers curled over his chin. And the way his Remnant was responding to it all meant this was something Gregory remembered. So how did he experience something no one else did? Especially something as nonsensical as being put in a coffin in a pizzeria. Did this happen in the Pizzaplex? “No, Jeremy was with Damien the whole time,” he answered himself, “He would have known if something happened, and Jonathan wouldn’t let anything happen to his son if he could help it.”

So how was this real?

“A child understands things differently. Complex matters broken down into simpler forms,” Vincent muttered, taking a few steps back to squint at the large cloaked statue. Tattered purple cloth; maybe that was a clue? Same as the black faceplate. He tried to take mental notes on everything. If Jeremy was involved, asking for his perspective could help clarify things.

Distressed whimpering from the coffin pulled his attention back to Gregory, and Vincent hurried to check on the boy. His eyes had grown wide and panicked, one hand gripping at his side and the other now grabbing the edge of the coffin. “I don’t like the way it ends!” Gregory blurted as soon as Vincent came into view of him, “I need to wake up! I gotta wake up right now!”

“Why? What happens next?” Vincent asked him, looking around quickly for any threats approaching. The room remained exactly the same and yet Gregory grew even more distressed.

“The monster gets him if I don’t wake up!” he exclaimed, struggling to sit up from the coffin, “Look! Look!” Vincent reached in to help him get up as he glanced over the room again. Still no changes, except he could feel the checkered tile under his knees give way to the feeling of asphalt and concrete. And once he detected that, the room began growing dimmer and dimmer, fading into shadows as the soft gleam of moonlight passed over the floor.

It looked more like parking spaces than tile.

“What the hell?” Vincent muttered, wincing as Gregory clawed his way up his arm, the boy screaming in panic.

“Wake up! Wake up! The monster’s coming!” he wailed, one hand reaching out towards something moving in the shadows far beyond their sights. Vincent pulled him free of the coffin, setting him on the ground just as a bubble of Remnant rushed out from him in a pressure wave that slammed the guard back and away. Senses dulled and muted, Vincent flailed in a void that was both full and empty of various emotions until he felt himself thrown out of the dreamscape completely.

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He came to with a pounding headache, hands pressed to his temples as he cracked one eye open in time to see Gregory bolt from his couch and practically lunge across the room towards Sydney and Vanessa. The two of them looked alarmed as Gregory slammed into Sydney, wailing as he hugged the man tightly.

“What happened?!” Vanessa demanded, one hand quickly going to the boy’s head to offer comforting strokes.

“I don’t know!” Vincent replied, doubled over in his chair as he tried to will his headache away. His arm felt scratched up from Gregory’s nails digging into him, which meant Ven was going to be pissed off yet again. “I’m still trying to make sense of his dream, but he panicked at the last phase. Something about needing to wake up before a monster got to someone?” The ache dulled to a faint throb after a few moments and he sat back with an exhausted sigh. Good enough.

“We’ve seen plenty of ‘monsters’ already,” Vanessa told him flatly, “and Gregory didn’t react like this to them.”

“Those were his words,” Vincent countered sharply and winced again, rubbing his forehead, “From what I could tell, the dream seems to be based on a memory, but there weren’t any illusions on it. I’ll have to figure out what he translated from reality into the images in his dream because trying to pull them apart in his mind didn’t do anything.” He gestured at Gregory, who seemed to be burying himself into Sydney’s hug with a scowl, teary-eyed but refusing to cry. “Considering that you said that Gregory immediately goes looking for Sydney to get hot chocolate after experiencing the dream, I’m just going to assume he means the monster in his dream goes after Sydney.”

“So the hot chocolate is just his way of making sure Sydney’s okay,” Vanessa realized with a blink of surprise, sharing a glance with the young man who only gave her a confused expression. “What sort of monster does Gregory think is after him? Sydney, did you piss someone off the last time you did mercenary work?” She frowned at his shrug and kept running her fingers through Gregory’s hair. “Huh, even if you did, how would Gregory know about it?”

“The complicated issue is the timing and placement,” Vincent told them, leaning tiredly on the arm of his chair. “Whatever leads to his fear for Sydney’s safety, there’s a golden coffin, a pizzeria, and Jeremy involved.”

“Mr. Fitzgerald? A coffin?” Vanessa echoed in confusion, “There wasn’t anything like that in the Pizzaplex.” She frowned again, “At least, not that I can remember, and Vanny kept erasing my memories. Sydney, was there ever a gold coffin in the Pizzaplex?”

Sydney shook his head, chin resting on Gregory’s head as the boy curled up against his chest in hiccups. Vincent watched them all and sighed. So no clues from them on what the symbols in the dream meant. Jeremy would have to be his source of information then.

“It doesn’t look like I can affect the dream until I understand the meaning of it first, so that’s gonna take me a bit of time to research,” he explained to the makeshift little family, “As for advice for the time being, there are these bracelets that monitor heartbeats remotely. Gregory likes checking cameras on that watch of his, right? Sydney, how about you wear a heart monitoring bracelet and let Gregory connect an app to it on his watch or phone?” He gestured to the boy who seemed to perk up at the suggestion. “This way he can instantly check on your condition from his room to reassure himself without disturbing himself or you two from being able to go back to sleep. It’ll be temporary, until we can sort out why this dream comes up for him.”

“I like that idea. Let’s do that,” Gregory agreed immediately and Vanessa sighed.

“Well, if you think it’ll help, I suppose we can buy one,” she relented and gave Vincent a weak smile. “Thank you for trying. When’s the next appointment?”

“I’d like to resolve this as soon as possible, so come back same day and time next week,” he told her as they began getting up to leave. He managed to get to his feet to walk them out. “I’ll make some calls, see if I can get Jeremy to tell me anything about any situation that could be similar to Gregory’s dream. We should have answers by then.”

Goodbyes were said and then they were gone, leaving Vincent alone as he closed the door and headed back to get a first aid kit to treat his arm. He frowned to himself at the amount of force that had been thrown at him by Gregory to get him out of the dreamscape. There were still inconsistencies there, questions he wondered over regarding that dream. How was Gregory’s will that strong for a kid? Why did that dream feel so much older than it should have been?

And why did Gregory fear for Sydney when the man was nowhere to be seen in the dream?

“What a strange child,” he finally muttered, and went on to look for the kit.

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Fable Smp characters as Fears from TMA (the Magnus archives) and why we think so.

WARNING THIS WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS FROM TMA AND FSMP DONT READ IF YOU DONT WANNA HAVE SPOILERS, as well as some triggering topics refrences from TMA so be warned

Icarus/Sherbert Morningstar

- The spiral and or The Slaughter

HEAR ME OUT-

In the lore, when The Quixes things start, Icarus tries to learn more correct? And they started seeing the Rave room during dreams and resets and such, when it got more prominent in season two Icarus seemed focused on learning about it, but Quixis started causing more harm than good, not answering questions in the way Icarus had hoped for, it gets worse in season three when even more things start changing, such as things on Icarus’s physical body like the gloves, and possibly their eye (?). (Another warning for spoilers btw cause of recent lore) when Icarus’s wings turn into amethyst and gold and break off, as well as the blocks changing around them reminds us of the downwards mental spiral of looking far to into things to the point you can get confused and it effects your mental and physical state, when the large Fence and obsidian wall show up it reminds us of the yellow door, basically a metaphor possibly of how Icarus has dug to far deep and the door is now closed,they can’t go back to what it could have been if they didn’t dig into Quixis information. The spiral manifests as Illusions, Hallucinations, Patterns, Spirals and fractals. Which is like when Quixis changes the color pattern of Icarus’s house, their house, the area around it, the animals and so on so forth. That is our main reasoning but we will deep dive more into it.

Rae Morningstar

Rae is the Eye, a perfect example. But in skulk arc he could also be a form of Corruption and the Lonely. As we all know Rae is a very big book person, he craves about finding knowledge but not because of that : because of how he constantly thinks he needs to know more because he knows something is beyond him, no matter what it is, if it’s a person or a god or anything like that: and there are plenty of examples of that in the fable Smp series: now for corruption and lonely. The entire skull arc/Warden arc for him. Need I explain more? But he could be the buried as well

Axx

He’s the Hunt no questions asked, the way he cares about his friends and family to the point he’s constantly willing to fight for them? Him fr

Ocie

She’s the hunt, same reasons as Axx but also more about the chase part.

Wolf

He is the stranger, not knowing who he was before everything happened, barely anything of his past- ALL OF THAT? STRANGER CODED

Centross

The hunt, slaughter, vast, lonely- choose your pick hes so many-

Ven

He’s the Vast we don’t make the rules- look at him and tell us he isn’t- (Rae could be vast to we’re not sure but DEFINITELY Ven) but he could also be Eye coded as well.

Athena

The Desolation or possibly lonely? Not quite sure

Caspian

CANNOT CHOOSE FOR HIM-

We’ll go into more depth later cause brain juice is gone

[whosthere54]

So I wanted to say some songs that remind me of Fable SMP so thats what this post is if ur interested.

I was going to just do Fable SMP overall but after I made some character playlists I wanted to do all characters :]

(If ur interested in those I'll leave the playlist names next to the characters they are on Spotify :] All by 🎧Who’sThere?🎧 if you look for them)

There are listed two songs for each.

Fable in General -

Inkpot Gods - The Amazing Devil

Hell's Comin' With me - Poor Man's Poison

(Also Nothing's New - Rio Romeo)

Character songs :] -

Icarus -

Absinthe - I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

Little Lion man - Mumford and Sons

(Special mentions to songs titled Icarus)

Playlist - If I'm not alone, then what am I doing here? (C!Icarus FableSMP)

Centross -

A sadness runs through him - The Hoosiers

Just A Man - Jorge Rivera-Herrans (Epic the Musical)

Playlist - Remember Them (Centross FableSMP)

Wolf/Fenris -

Tounges & Teeth - The Crane Wives

That Unwanted Animal - The Amazing Devil

Rae -

could you love me while I hate myself - Zeph

Body Terror Song - AJJ

(Shoutout to Dead Mom from the Beetlejuice Musical /hj/lh)

Playlist - For those you love (C!Rae FableSMP)

Caspian/Ghosty -

I Will Wait - Mumford and Sons

Nothing - Bruno Major

Playlist - Lost One (C!Caspian FableSMP)

Aax -

(Also I Will Wait)

Misery Meat - Sodikken

Eighth Wonder - Lemon Demon

Momboo -

Flowers in your hair - The Lumineers

Once Upon a December - Anastasia

Playlist - I know a lady good and Evil (C!Momboo FableSMP)

Jamie -

Wild Heart - Mumford and Sons

The Horror and the Wild - The Amazing Devil

Easton -

Comfort Crowd - Conan Gray

Fine - Lemon Demon

Athena -

Family - Mother Mother

History Hates Lovers - Oublaire

(Also Panic Room - Au/Ra)

Ocie -

Dear Fellow Traveller - Sea Wolf

Pretty Little Things - The Crane Wives

(Ocean Eyes - Billie Eilish)

Will -

Brutal - Olivia Rodrigo

Run Boy run - WoodKid

(Also Come With me - Chxrlotte)

Seven -

I'll Rust with you - Steam Powered Giraffe

Brass Goggles - Also Steam Powered GIraffe

Characters I dont know as well (One song more vibes)

Ven - Running up that hill (Deal With God) - Kate Bush

Ulysses - Wild Blue Yonder - The Amazing Devil

Chaos - Touch the sky - From the brave soundtrack

Galahad - Soldier, Poet, King - The Oh Hellos

Addie + Arisanna (I barely know them)

Addie - Spider girl - Shadrow

Arisanna - Come With me - Chxrlotte

(If you want me to do gods/Side Characters/Pets Like this and Ill do another part lol)

Other Fable Playlists of mine -

PrisonDuo (Fable SMP)

Brothers (Fable SMP)

:)

[a-crack-in-the-universe]

Reflection

Terraqua Week Day 2 - Reflection

@terraquaweek

They are home, but nothing is the same.

Aqua is afraid of her own reflection. Terra cannot bear to look at his for fear of seeing silver hair and golden eyes staring back.

One day, Ven has gone to Twilight Town to visit Roxas, Xion, Axel and Namine. Terra and Aqua stay behind in the Land of Departure to do some much-needed cleaning (and also have some alone time together). They spend most of the day either playing command board, sparring, cleaning, or cooking, and they are content.

At one point, late during the day, they are sitting at the kitchen table eating some fudge brownies that they’d baked—well, Aqua baked and Terra helped—and chatting about various things, like what’s going on in the other worlds, missions they’ve been on, and what plans they have to rebuild the Land of Departure. They don’t speak of Master Eraqus—that is a forbidden topic, at least for now.

Then one of them accidentally knocks a glass of juice off the table while animatedly gesturing while trying to recount a particularly entertaining mission they went on in Atlantica, and Aqua goes to get a dustpan and cloth to tidy up the glass and wipe the spillage away.

It happens so quickly. One moment Aqua has left the room; the next, Terra hears Aqua scream.

A terror he’s only felt once or twice before strikes him. He can’t lose Aqua again, not now. He runs as fast as he can toward the storeroom, hoping and praying that he is not too late.

He finds Aqua curled up on the floor. The shattered glass remains of a mirror lay next to her.

‘Aqua?’ He approaches her tentatively, unsure what to expect from her. ‘I’m here.’

She jerks her head up and stares at him with wide eyes. ‘Terra? You’re supposed to be in the Realm of Light!’

‘I am in the Realm of Light. We both are,’ he reminds her. ‘Don’t you remember? You came back from the Realm of Darkness, woke Ven up, we all fought Xehanort and after it was all over we came home, to the Land of Departure.’

‘Home…’ She squints at him. It takes a long moment, but understanding fills her eyes. ‘Yes. I remember.’

He kneels on the glass-ridden floor and tries to hold her in his arms and still her trembling body, but she just jerks away from him with a wary, almost scared look in her eyes. He tries not to show how much that hurts. Xehanort used his body to cause so much pain to a lot of people, and he doesn’t blame anyone if they are wary of him at first. But it’s especially painful when Aqua shies away from him. Aqua, who usually is the first to defend him. It makes him wonder what she really thinks about him.   

‘What happened to the mirror?’ he asks gently. He has a fairly good idea of what happened, but he needs to hear it from her.

‘Mirror?’ Aqua frowns at him, then appears to remember. She looks at the broken glass on the floor. ‘I destroyed it. I saw her, my shadow… in there. She’s haunting me. I can’t escape her, even here…’

Then she cries. It breaks his heart to see the normally cool, collected Aqua crying, especially knowing that it is his fault. She would never have this trauma if she hadn’t been trapped in the Realm of Darkness, and she wouldn’t have been trapped there if it weren’t for him being possessed by Xehanort. So, it is his fault, no matter what she might say about that.

Part of him is unsure what to do, but he knows he can’t just leave her like this on the floor. So, to hell with any protest she might have. He pulls her into his arms, holds onto her tightly, and carries her out of the storeroom and to her bedroom. She doesn’t resist this time, to his relief. He doesn’t know what he would’ve done if she’d fought back or refused to move.

He carries her to her bedroom and settles her in her bed. When he turns to go, he feels a cold hand grab his arm and hears Aqua rasp, ‘Don’t go. Stay with me. Please?’

So he stays. He crawls underneath the bedcovers next to Aqua, and Aqua sighs and rests her head on his shoulder, as if she can relax with him there.

He doesn’t know how long they lay there together like this. Neither of them says anything and Aqua eventually drifts off into a surprisingly peaceful sleep. He on the other hand is plagued by unwelcome thoughts. Thoughts of Xehanort, of the darkness, of the damage he’d caused and the lives he’d ruined, and everything the old man had done while using his body. Aqua and Ventus had forgiven him (Terra), but he isn’t sure he can forgive himself. Especially after everything he did to Aqua.

Just past sunset, Aqua awakens and smiles tiredly at him.

‘Sleep well?’ he asks her.

She nods.

‘Good,’ he says, trying but failing to smile back at her. He can’t stop thinking those dark thoughts.

‘Thank you,’ Aqua breathes out. ‘For being there. And for staying.’ She smiles at him again, and he can’t help but think that she is so beautiful and he doesn’t really deserve her. How he could hurt her so easily with one twist of his big hands.  

‘You’re welcome,’ he says. ‘Always.’   

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Three days later, Aqua walks into Terra’s bedroom to find him staring at his bedroom mirror.

She knows instantly what this means. He’s done this a few times already in the past since they came back, as if searching for any sign that Xehanort is still within him. He’s gone into some place deep inside of him. It doesn’t happen often, but that doesn’t make it any less scary to her.

‘Terra, he’s not here. Xehanort’s gone. You’re free.’

He doesn’t respond. Her heart clenches painfully. There are many things she can endure, but she couldn’t bear to lose Terra, especially not to whatever darkness he is in.

She grabs his hand, shakes it. Then she does the same to his shoulder. ‘Terra, please… he’s gone. You’re not him.’   

She’s practically begging, but she can’t help it. She doesn’t know what she’d do if she loses Terra again, and she doesn’t want to find out.

She keeps begging and eventually he finally comes back to himself and notices her there. But the only thing he does is turn and hold her close and bury his face in her hair. He’s trembling—she can feel him shaking, and his tears dampening her hair.

It hurts to see him like this. They haven’t talked much about what they both went through while separated, but she’s seen enough of his nightmares and moments like this one to get an idea of how bad it had been for him. She wishes that she can wipe away all of his pain, but she can’t. She can only hold his hand and help him through the worst of it.    

‘You scared me,’ she murmurs, once they’ve both calmed down enough to speak. ‘What happened?’

Terra draws a shuddering breath. ‘I don’t know,’ he whispers. ‘Not really. I couldn’t stop thinking about everything he did in my body, everything I helped him do. And I thought… How do we know he is really gone? I’m back to myself, but I have memories that I shouldn’t have. What if something went wrong, and a piece of him is still inside of me?’

She keeps hold of his hand, anchoring him to reality. ‘Terra, look at me,’ she orders. He looks. ‘You need to trust yourself. Xehanort’s gone, and he’s not coming back. He’s not going to hurt you or anyone else ever again.’  

‘I can’t,’ he says. ‘I can’t trust myself. Not after everything that he did—that I did.’  

‘If you can’t trust yourself, then trust me,’ she says. ‘I know you, and I know you’d never hurt me or Ven. Remember when you came back in the Keyblade Graveyard? Xehanort attacked us and was about to let us fall to our deaths, but you swooped in and saved our lives. We’d both be dead if it weren’t for you.’

‘I remember.’ Tears stand in his eyes. ‘Bits and pieces. I knew he was about to kill you both to get at me, and I couldn’t let that happen. I had to protect you somehow.’

She squeezes his hand gently. ‘You did protect us. You’ve always wanted to protect us. You would never hurt us. Ven and I have always known that.’

And he believes her—because he does trust her, more than he trusts himself at this point, probably. She can see it in his eyes. It scares her a bit, because she did fail at pretty much everything she set out to do, except keeping Ven safe. And she treated Terra badly in the days leading up to his possession and her imprisonment in the Realm of Darkness—she can see that now. It bewilders her sometimes that Terra can still trust her or even like her, but she’s also just happy to have him in her life again, so she never mentions it at all.    

‘Yeah,’ Terra sighs. ‘You’re right. I just have trouble believing it sometimes.’

‘Then believe me,’ she says. ‘You’re the kindest, most protective person I know. You would never hurt anyone, least of all us.’

He takes a deep breath, nods, and smiles tearily at her. She smiles back. She loves seeing him smile. It lights up his entire face.

Now that he’s calmed down, she supposes that she could just leave him, but somehow she doesn’t like that idea. What if he spirals again? He needs someone with him to remind him that he is not alone. Besides, she wants to be there for him like he’s been there for her in her darker moments.

And so she leads them both to the bed and settles down on it. Terra follows suit, though he hesitates at first.   

‘You don’t have to stay,’ he says quietly.

‘Of course I do,’ she responds. ‘You need me. We need each other. We support each other—that’s what we do.’

And so they lay on the bed together, Aqua resting her head on Terra’s shoulder and smiling.

They both close their eyes, and before they drift off to a much-needed sleep Aqua thinks she hears Terra mumble under his breath, ‘Thank you, Aqua.’