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wisteriaxblooms · 3 years ago

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HOW YOU MEET (ASSORTED NARUTO BOYOS)

Warnings: fem! reader, violence, some language

Word Count: 3338

NARUTO UZAMAKI

That silly old man at the Ichiraku ramen shop was in fact just that- old. Naruto never really tried to speak to him too very much or ask him many questions, other then what he say on the surface from behind the playmat. One day, after returning from a mission, Naruto was chowing down on some ramen, his face nearly in the bowl and his legs crossed at the calves in joy. He giggled and chuckled to himself in pure, unwavering joy.

"N-Naruto.. Uzamaki?" A voice, soft like Hinata but not as scared interrupted into the air. For a second, he thought he had made it up in his head. But when he turned from his meal he saw a girl his age wearing an apron and holding another bowl of ramen featuring his favorite- BBQ pork. She looked like an angel. "Yeah, that's me." He said, proudly.

Your eyes twinkled and he nearly forgot to close his mouth.

"I've wanted to speak to you for a very long time, Naruto. You come in so often and I'm always behind the what you see- but we've grown up together, in a sense." You rambled. He furrowed his eyebrows, confused. "What are you talking about? No offense, but I've never seen you before in my life." He told you, which you already knew. You let out a soft chuckle.

"(Y/N), I gave you a day free. Don't spend it here bothering the customers." Old man said, with a stern look even he could muster. You nodded. "Yes father. Here, Naruto. This is for you. My name is (Y/N)." You quickly placed the bowl at him before leaving the restaurant. Naruto blinked. Father!?

SASUKE UCHIHA

To most, in good hopes, your existence was merely a terrible rumour. Some even prayed that you were nothing but word of mouth and nothing more. The story went something like this. many years ago, a young woman had a baby- a beautiful girl, healthy as could be. A cousin to the third Hokage, and a wonderful addition to the leaf village. From just three years old, she exibited wonderful and unique talents, outstanding intelligence, and particularly impressive speed for her age. She was playing in the grass with some other young children one day, right as evening was beginning to set in. As she ran into the thickett, the other children waited several minutes for her to come out- from that point on, the kids retold a tell in which the little girl disappeared, and all that was left was the shed skin of a snake.

You were always, to your memory, the daughter of Lord Orochimaru. It was all you ever really known. For many years, you had only seen the world through his dreadful eyes- believed every word he ever said. And though many swore he was ruthless and evil, you only knew him as 'father' and he was generous, and lovable, and proud. He had his moments. You had seen him done bad things but he had always told you that it was merely necessary.

That was when, your world suddenly caved in on itself, on the day your father came home to one of your many hideouts with someone special following him. You hid in your room, locked for what as far as you knew was your safety, and listened. "Welcome Sasuke. We will begin your training very very soon dear boy. But first, I must check on something important.”

Orochimaru, with haste, walked down the hallway. You ran to your bed and sat back down, covering your body in a blanket and burying your face in a book. The lock twisted, your heart pounded because you had a deep sense that he was not alone and it wasn't just Kabuto.

As soon as more light leaked into the room, you shot up excitedly to hug Orochimaru.

"Father!" You hollered, extending out your arms to hug him. He was cold, sleek, like a serpent. He grinned wide.

"Hello my sweet child. Have you been resting as I requested?" You hadn't. But you nodded. "Yes, father. I have. May I go outside, now?" He had promised you some time in the sun. He exhaled loudly. "You just don't forget anything, do you?"

Patiently you stared at him. "You may come outside while we begin training. You can pay attention to your new training partner's techniques. Obviously, he is inferior to you."

Sasuke just about grunted. "Inferior? You're talking to a child-" he growled impatiently, pushing past Orochimaru to see you. Not a child, a girl, his age, staring back at him with a look of confusion.

Sasuke knew one thing for certain- you were absolutely not the daughter of this guy. Orochimaru hissed, putting his hand in between the archway and Sasuke. "You'll watch your tongue, Uchiha. That is (Y/N), and she will undoubtedly rip out your tongue. And I will bury your pieces." Sasuke shut up for a moment, out of annoyance as opposed to fear. You smiled at him. "Hello!" You waved. "Father please." You spoke, softly. He eyed you suspiciously. It scared you. "Let him see for himself."

NEJI HYUGA

Neji, for some reason unbeknownst to him and all his strange clairvoyance, felt as if he had to be extremely on alert as he walked toward the training grounds. Something was strange- and he felt extremely nervous, like something was about to change. As he approached them, he leaned against a tree and looked out. "Is that Lee?" He asked himself within his own thoughts. But it wasn't. It was a girl.

You were training. Hard. Transferring from one village to another was difficult, especially when you knew no one here save for the fact that this was the only place you fulfill your goals. The village bred saviors.

Neji stood there, quietly, watching as you were steady at work, performing your exercises with such graceful technique. He had never been impulsive in his life. Cool, calculated. But Neji stood there, and gave one second to the thought as to not talk himself out of it.

"Excuse me!" He shouted. You instantly stopped. "Finally, you said something. I've sensed you watching for a while now. His pale lilac eyes widened at your words. "Forgive me-" He began, but he swallowed a gulp and stood up straight. "These training grounds belong to the leaf village. With no headband and having never seen you around before, I don't believe that includes you, Miss." He caused you to furrow your eyebrows.

"Is this your way of asking my name? You sure do beat around the bush." In a flash, you were behind him. "You're right, I'm not from the leaf village- but I am determined to make it my home." You were in front of him again. He was getting whiplash! "My name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N), got that? Remember it." Your heart was racing. Who was this guy? Tall, long haired, blank eyes- it had to mean something. You were intrigued, curious, maybe even scared. But you would play it cool. Too cool. "You'll be seeing more of me."

ROCK LEE

You actually really didn't meet Lee. You were born on the same day, hours apart. So there was really no true introduction that you could plainly and obviously remember. You were friends from a very young age. You did, however, meet a new version of your best friend- when his Sensei helped him gain the strength to become stronger and more powerful even without ninjutsu or genjutsu. Having trained in the forest earlier today, you were now tending to your small flower garden that you kept tidied as possible. You were leaned over, picking out weeds when the kicked up dust of dirt clouded your vision, rocks and debris flew into the flowerbed. You heard shouting. Terrified, you turned around.

"AT LAST! I HAVE DONE 600 LAPS AROUND THE VILLAGE!" Lee exclaimed, his holler causing you to jump. His attention then turned to you as his enthusiasm faded, looking at your now demolished flower garden. You tried to smile and hide your disappointment. "Great..job...Lee." You told him. He lifted his hand to you in hopes you would grab it. He helped you up. "(Y/N)! Forgive me, I was just so very excited for what I have accomplished! It appears I have made a mess of your flower garden. Please, dear friend and comrade, let ME fix it for you."

You thought about it for a moment. You looked at him gratefully, but you shook your head with the mental image of your new... 'fixed' flower garden. It would probably be vegetables or something.

"Thanks for the offer, Lee." You gave him a soft smile. You took his hand and laid your other on top of his. "I can't ask you to do it all by yourself. You can help me put it back together." You gave the top of his hand a small Pat before staring toward the setting sun and orange sky. In the light neither of you could tell the other one was blushing. "Goodnight, Lee." You nodded before walking into your home.

KIBA INAZUKA

When you first got Akiri, you had no clue that she even was a ninken. In your eyes, she was just a beautiful, long-haired stark white puppy. When you went to visit your father in the leaf village however, you soon found out she was a bred warrior. You were 6 years old at the time. From that point on, when you trained, went anywhere, did anything- Akiri went with you. Soon, you two became synonymous with each other, an unbreakable bond.

When you were 14, you mother finally saw that you were going to be a shinobe regardless of her wishes and allowed you to move in with your father in the leaf village. Akiri, much older and larger now, was your ride into the village. You stroked her soft tufts of white hair as you made your stride into town. You were almost at the gate when in the distance you saw a a large, also white figure running toward the two of you with a ferocious speed, and another figure your size slightly behind running after it. Akiri stopped and did not move another inch. You stepped off of her as she began to growl.

You pulled out a kunai and held it under your sleeve.

A dog only slightly bigger than Akiri stopped in front of the two of you, tail wagging as he barked. In the distance but getting closer you heard, "AKOMARU! WAIT FOR ME!"

You chuckled to yourself. After a few seconds, out of breath and sweating you caught eyes with a boy. He was tall, with scruffy brown hair and red face paint. Animalistic, wild eyes and pronounced canines as he smiled at you. Akiri's tail also began to wag. "Hello." The boy said. You raised an eyebrow. "Hi there." You replied.

You studied him as he regained composure and noticed for a moment he was doing the same. You scratched your arm impulsively. A laugh befell his lips. It was cocky, confident, and slightly addictive to your ears.

"No wonder Akomaru came running. Couple of ladies coming into town." He alluded to the tow dogs, who now were playing with eachother. You feared for the destructive effects.

"Some dog you've got there, she's beautiful." Kiba told you. You smiled. "Thanks! Akomaru.. I think you said that was his name- he's pretty cute too." You complimented back. The boy nodded. "Yep, that's my buddy Akomaru. I'm Kiba Inuzuka." He finally introduced himself. You extended out your hand to shake his, while slipping the kunai out of your other. "(Y/N) (Y/L/N)" Telling him your name he thought it sounded somewhat familiar. You noticed the flicker of wonder in his eyes. "My dad is (Y/D/N) (L/N)."

"Oh okay! Yeah, he knows my mom. I knew he said he had a daughter but I didn't know she would be-"

Kiba stopped, you eyed him curiously. "My age." In his head, he wanted to say 'as badass as this' you nodded. "Well, do you know where my dad stays? His directions weren't very clear at all." You asked. He sort of knew. With a grin, he motioned for you to follow. The dogs stood alert. "Follow me, (Y/N)"

SHIKAMARU NARA

When you came to this village, to live for the rest of the foreseeable future, you could physically feel the pit of nerves running back and forth against the walls of your stomach. You looked up at your uncle, who was silent but smiling as you trudged along beside him. You were dry now, and warm as the sun made up for last night's chilling moonlight. The journey had been long, and without much words, as the past 72 hours replayed in your head.

You had tried your hardest to become a Mika without the guidance you needed, against your parent's wishes, past your father's will- you had no respect for him- only fear. None of that mattered now.

You were at the gate, now, with your uncle. He had served Konahagure for a very long time, renown for who he was- and though you weren't blood but through marriage only were you kin, you felt a strong care for him. After all, he had come to your aid.

After what he had seen... he did not leave you there to die.

"Now, (Y/N), please do not be offended if you do not fit in right away, most of the ninja your age have already assembled their teams and groups. They've known eachother a very long time. But your cousin and his friends, they should be very welcoming." Your uncle, stout and round, gave your head a pat, as if he missed having young children despite you being the age of his son. His whole hand covered the top of your head.

Stares followed you through the village. Finally you made it to the place you would now call home.

"Um, Uncle Choza?" You mumbled. "Hmm?" He responded, taking a step onto the porch. "Thank you." You said. A gut laugh erupted from his stomach. "Don't thank me yet, you're living with Choji and I now." He teased. The door opened. "Hey dad, good to see you back. Shikamaru and I are about to go get some barbecue-" Realizing your presence, the guy with the long mahogany hair and stomach like Choza stopped talking. "You're welcome to come too... uh"

Choza patted your back so you would introduce yourself. You kicked the rock in front of you. "I'm (Y/n)" He lit up. "Hello! That makes you my cousin. I'm Choji." Choji looked happy, and warm. You waved. About that time, someone walked up behind you. Scared, in a panic, you turned around, a flash of water came with you. He was now drenched. An unenthusiastic, droopy eyed face stared back at you. He went to open his mouth but let out a yawn. "Geez, watch it riptide." He griped. "I'm so sorry, I was scared-" Choji stopped you. Somehow, he could sense your fear. "Don't worry! Thats just Shikamaru. As long as you don't cause any trouble, he is harmless." And in a few moments, you were calm. But Shikamaru was now staring at you.. and you couldn't tell why.

GAARA OF THE DESERT

When you were young, you lived in the sand village. Your mother was from the leaf, your father from the sand. Times were once peaceful. You were four when you met Gaara.

Playing tag with the other children, you were only looking at them chasing you, and not what was in front of you. But then in a split second you turned to see a wall close in sight. There was no time or traction to stop on the sandy ground. But the , you hit a gritty barricade. Standing close, was a boy with deep red hair and foaming ocean eyes.

"Are you...okay?" He asked as he helped you up. You smiled. "Yes, thank you!" For a minute you had forgotten about your game. You thought that was why everyone else was running. He looked at them go with sad eyes. "Wanna come play with us?" You asked. At first he started to smile but hung his head and shook it no. "They don't like me very much, they are afraid of me."

You raised an eyebrow. "Why? They have nothing to be afraid of. You ran over to your bag and began to pull something out. Gaara watched curiously. "Oh well, their loss. Come on and check this out." You began setting up a kite. You ran a bit and it followed in the air. He would take it and do the same. Tired you both paused after a bit. "I'm (Y/N)" you finally introduced. His lips curved up at the ends and a light pink befell his cheeks. "They call me... Gaara." He replied. You did not move or become frightened as he got closer to you. "Well Gaara, I think for my birthday mom and dad are gonna get me a new kite, so..." No one had mentioned anything about this to you. "Do you want to keep this one?" You watched his eyes light up again, before he could give you an answer you had already placed it in his hands.

"(Y/N)!" You heard your mother yell. You grumbled. "(Y/n)! Please come here sweetheart." Her voice was soft... and sad. "We'll play tomorrow, I'm gonna go see what Mom wants. Goodbye Gaara!" You hollered before running off back to your home. Little did you know you would never return to that spot again.

KANKURO OF THE DESERT

It was a "festival of the arts", and a "testament of the two village's extraordinary talent", So said the Kazekage and the Hokage. The Kazekage, though, happened to be his brother, so why he would assist in arrangement of some crazy, stupid thing like this was beyond Kankuro. But he knew one thing and only one thing that made him very excited. Kankuro would get to show up all of precious puppets.

Kankuro was a very proud soul, particularly about his puppets he had spent so much time mastering.

Walking toward the section of the festival for puppet mastering, he was interrupted on his walk by something large and circular. He stopped, confused. It was a girl, he realized after he seized being in motion, the woman was inside a hoop.

She was rolling arond, spread at the legs and arms, around the village. That was you. You were a talented gymnast and acrobatic in your spare time. You used how nimble you were more in fighting then recreationally, but you had a true love for it. "Hey princess, mind watching where the hell you're going?" Kankuro sneered. He crossed his arms.

As you left it and stepped onto your feet. You sighed. You just wanted to see the puppets. "Sorry, guess I got a little rogue." You laughed, scratching the back of your head. A man wearing all black and purple face paint upon his face.

"Yeah, I just said sorry." You rolled your eyes. Who pissed in his cornflakes?

"If you're a master of what you're doing, then why did you lose control?" He asked.

"I was looking for something and it was faster to use it. What are you here for anyway?" You asked.

"I'm here for the puppets." Kankuro said.

You stopped. Sighed. "Oh, really?"

"What we're you looking for?" He asked curiously.

Rolling your eyes, you held onto your hoop. "I'm trying to find the puppets. I wanted to see them."

He laughed. Oh, this was priceless.

"Well, good luck, beautiful. I'll see you there if you make it."

With that, he went on ahead. And you were left appalled at his behavior.

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masqueradeball · 3 years ago

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How about number 3? Like, tell us all about it if you want :)

Oh my gosh 🥺 thank you so much for giving me my first ask! 💖 I'm eternally grateful I get to spill all my pheels out.

3. What is my favorite Phantom tv/film adaptation?

My absolute favorite Phantom is the 1925 Lon Chaney silent film. He just embodies everything that I like about Gaston Leroux's Erik for me and he is both horrifying and pitiable. I dislike the ending but I can live with it given it's what test audiences wanted at the time. I truly love his Red Death costume. You can find it on Youtube and the Tubi app for free.

My first runner up would be Claude Raines in the 1943 because his Erique so soft and tragic in that film I cannot help but love him. This was one was my grandma's favorite 'classic monster' movies that she loved, so I have a special place in my heart for this one. I love his hair and appreciate that he was one fine silver fox before the revenge and jealousy issues set in. The opera parts are a little boring, but the costumes and the sassy diva rival to Christine are worth the watch. We get 2 handsome Raouls who end up going to dinner together at the end of the movie and a Christine who gets to bask in the limelight of her career while not choosing any suitor, which is the best possible outcome for her. Double play for the win in my book! You can watch it for free on the Peacock app.

My next runner up is a 3 way tie between Robert Englund, Gerard Butler, and Charles Dance.

I honestly enjoy all their performances because they each bring something unique to the role.

I cannot stress enough how violent the Robert Englund version is if you want to give it a go, but Erik Destler is insane, twisted, and fabulously murdertastic in this. I love the creepy, evil vibes the man gives off. Think of this film as a time travel AU of the original novel. I feel like he nailed Leroux Erik's darker, snarky personality that some people tend to forget he had and the gothic horror parts of the original novel are there. Bonus: they keep the Faust parallels like in the novel!

I'm gonna say it: I love the Charles Dance miniseries. I know it's not the best, but damn, he is so dry and sarcastic I cannot help but enjoy his performance. I want to pinch his cheeks and smother Cherik with the love his father never gave him everytime I see him. Again, this one focuses on the operas a lot, and for me it's a bit boring. But the backgrounds, settings, and props in this thing are fantastic and the costumes are wonderful too.

That leaves Gerard Butler in the 2004 movie. No he is not the world's greatest singing Phantom, but I don't care. I absolutely love his facial expressions and body language. The Phantom is an emotional, expressive dude and the Red Death costume scene is pretty good. I love how kind and sincere Emmy feels in this film and I appreciate she's not overracting and doesn't feel fake compared to some other Christines *coughSierracough* Being the film version of the ALW musical, this Phantom story focuses on the romance and Gerard excels at that. When he and Christine are singing Past the Point of no Return, I FEEL THEIR PASSION! And that's what counts more so than hitting the same notes we've all heard a million times before.

Now for the versions in the 'I will eternally like this' category 😊 :

The Phantom of the Paradise from 1974. This is also a very violent and dark film so fair warning if you haven't seen it. It's a bizarre rock musical, but if you're weird like me and enjoy Rock & Rule or the Rocky Horror Picture Show, this might be a film you'd like too. I don't want to spoil it too much but the Faust/devil parallels are here too, as is various pop culture references. His teeth and mask are terrifyingly cool, and so is the electronic voice box he uses. It makes sense Daft Punk was inspired by this film. Maybe G1 Soundwave was inspired by this film too, but that's a debate for another day 😉

Next is the animated 1988 film. This one features animation on par with other 80s tv cartoons of the time. I love that they kept the Persian and the torture chamber from the novel. The Phantom's death scene is pretty damn epic. Christine is kind of a flake, but animated Leroux Erik is hilariously insane and terribly charming, especially when he calls himself a Don Juan. It's worth watching just for his antics and his dialouge.

You might not expect a Goosebumps episode to do a Phantom story any justice, but here we are: 1995, The Phantom of the Auditorium is a spooky fun take on the story and honestly, I'd like to see the full play the kids at that school are putting on cause it looks better than some of the live Phantom stage scenes I've seen. Both young boys playing the Phantom are fantastic actors and the plot twist at the end is great.

I absolutely have to give a shout out to Wishbone's Pantin at the Opera. He is the best, cutest, most adorable Raoul de Chagney ever and I will fight you if you dare talk smack about this version. I'm not even a Raoul stan by any means but like, this dog is precious and I enjoy this episode so much.

Also in the animated category and cute dog category is Scooby Doo Stage Fright made back in 2013. This movie is one of my fave Scooby Doo films (yes I own almost all of them on dvd) and there are multiple Phantoms, a reality tv show contest, and Fred and Daphne finally kiss each other! Lots and lots of hidden Phantom references in the background and lots of voice acting talent for those of us who appreciate that.

Now for the versions I intensely dislike 😏

The 1962 Herbert Lom version. UGH where to start. The sets are so small and everything looks dirty and of the wrong time period. The color in the film looks washed out. The clothes look too modern somehow (maybe it's their hairstyles?) and it bothers me. It feels low budget in a bad way and it shows. This phantom is not likeable or pitiable even though his backstory is similar to the Claude Raines version. He has no romantic interest in Christine, so it feels off. This guy is such an old a$$ piece of sh*t, he literally slaps Christine as she's singing for him for no damn reason. His paper mache mask looks like a Kindergartener's botched art class project. His personality is like somebody locked up cranky grandpa in the basement and he's PMS-ing because y'all forgot to give him his daily prune juice. This squatter's lair lacks creepiness, and his bizarre sidekick is annoying and yet somehow more interesting than the Phantom. The pervert manager trying to bang Christine aggravated me and simultaneously made me want to vomit. Raoul is the only likeable character in the whole damn movie. The Joan of Arc opera scene makes up for some of the film, but it's still terrible.

Next on my meh list is the 1983 made for tv movie starring Micheal York and Jane Seymour. Now, this one has some likeable and applaudable scenes: the various murders and general creepiness of the Phantom, and the lair scene when she wakes up in his bed and the Phantom gets all up in her face is so intense and so Leroux I absolutely love it. The rest of the film is a jumbled hot mess at best, but Jane Seymour is 🔥 and she gets some damn good sex, so hell yeah to that!

And lastly, I do not like the Royal Albert Hall 25th anniversary recording. I should preface this by saying it is Sierra I don't like. I like Ramin, I love Hadley, everyone else is wonderful but I cannot stand Sierra. She tries too hard to make Christine a Disney Princess- and that doesn't fly with me. It comes off as insincere or mocking the source material at best, and at worst it makes Christine look like an airheaded ditz. Apparently Sierra played Ariel at one point which is hilarious because of all the Disney princesses, I dislike her the most. But that's a different rant for another day.

And finally, the one I hate most of all:

The 1998 Argento film. This is the worst Phantom adaptation I've ever seen. It is a whole lotta nope for me. Between the rats, the unecessary and pointless telepathy, the r*pe scene, and the unfunny weird vibe from the murder going on in this film it's a disaster from start to finish. Honestly, it's the rats and his hair that bother me from a visual standpoint alone and it's beyond disgusting the way this a$$🤡 treats Christine. I don't like any of the characters in here and for good reason. It's not worth watching and if you do, be ready to bleach your brain afterwards.

💖 Sorry if this was a long read! Thanks again for giving me an ask and I will cherish it forver!!!! 💖

#phantom of the opera #poto film adaptations

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uhhhhyandere · 4 years ago

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halloween special!

hi everyone!!!!

for halloween this year, inspiration struck and i decided to craft this halloween special demon/angel light au! i had so so much fun writing this and hope yall enjoy it!!!

no matter where you are in the world, if you celebrate halloween or not, i hope you all are doing amazing and know that you are so so loved (by me) and thank you all for the love and support you give! i love every single one of y’all and let’s finish out the year the best we can!!!!

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And He will bring hell with him.

The grass will gray, and the trees will blanket with ash as all life is left withered, limp, and colorless in his wake. He takes, and takes, and takes with the full red moon on his back and the stars glittering on his lips in golden lies. Should his, Kira's eyes, red with ire from his unattained vision, seek you out, you are bound to the pits of hell itself for eternity.

"Well, that's what the tale says," Misa said. "If you believe in that kinda stuff." She flipped the book over to display the illustrations. You leaned over to get a closer look. "They really have to make evil people this beautiful, huh?" You looked at her incredulously. "What? You're thinking the same thing! I just said it…" Her eyes trailed down to the pages again.

"He was a mortal once?" Misa nodded her head and adjusted herself on the sofa for you to scootch closer. Her red manicured nails slipped the page over to the next.

"Who tried to be a god." You squinted down at the new page and pointed.

"She kinda looks like you." She laughed.

"Just wait," Misa replied. "Anyway, he was young, a few years below us, when he came across the power to make him a god. He was not chosen nor special. The power was left to be picked up by any traveler. It just so handed to be dropped outside of his family's farm, and he just so happened to be who he was. An ambitious genius with the same hunger for power the poor have for food. He used this power to rise above all others and to kill any who dared step in his way." Tragic art painted the pages as Misa continued to flip through them.

"How?" Misa shook her head.

"They don't know. We don't know. A creature crueler than Kira. A bored god looking to stir trouble. A blessing that was used as a curse. Perhaps all. Perhaps none." She giggled. "Exciting, isn't it?" You scoffed.

"Yeah, yeah. Keep going."

"But he had enemies. No mortal man should wield what Kira wielded. Those who wanted to strip him of his power and deliver justice to those he had ridden of, not grasp the power, the golden throne, he sought. They played games with one another. Cruel, cunning games of who would outsmart the other. He who was supposed to condemn his power and he who had it used the same means to win.

"Us. Regular people used and thrown away to further their game. There was one," she pointed at the girl who resembled herself, "who picked up the same power as he. It was her who tried to love him, that bent at his word, that carried out his will." Misa swallowed, "but he had lost his ability to love, or that's what was thought until..." Misa cut herself off.

"Kira and his nemesis continued to use, to manipulate the very ground the other walked on. All until he finally stood at the foot of the throne of the world he thirsted for. Pristine and shining, it stood above the clouds themselves. This is where he was slain, where his blood stained the stone, the rug, the throne, infecting and cursing them. The throne cracked, contorted, twisted, and fell. Down, down it fell until he and the now blackened throne were in hell.

"One day, when the full moon shines on the bleeding night, he will rise, and he will bring hell with him. He will claim what he has lost to reign over the world of men. The grass will gray, and the trees will blanket with ash as all life is left withered, limp, and—,"

"I know that much," you interrupted, "but I'm confused. Did you leave a part out? Where you cut yourself off, I mean." White teeth dragged across her lip.

"After," she started to rapidly flip the pages, "after he was banished to hell, they found…" Her flipping stopped at the very last page, "this."

On the page was a cage with gnarled black metal and a large gash across the bars. A human whose arms crosses on their chest in an 'X.' Their feet were bound together and tied with rope to the middle's central support pole. Blood trickled down their face, torso, and legs. Beautiful, broken, ripped wings crumpled at their back. "He had stolen an angel. Broken them. Claimed them. Upon their back, scars from where he had failed to rip them off their back." She hummed. "Kinda looks like you."

You laughed nervously then scoffed, trying to get the haunted picture out of your brain. "Should his eyes, red with ire from his unattained vision, seek you out, you are bound to the pits of hell itself for eternity because you are who he has lost, and he will not fail again.

"But that's just how it goes!" Misa laughed good-naturedly and shut the book harshly. "Pretty scary, right?" You shook your head.

"Absolutely not. First, it's actually pretty disturbing. Secondly, it's so vague! No details on how he died, if the other guy killed him. You'd think after eons of repetition, they'd make stuff up." Misa shook her head.

"Yeah, if you ask a bard, but do you really want to hear a romanticization of it in a song where they talk about how he loved whom he locked away and claimed? They do not sing about the reality, for it is far too gruesome for even documentation, much less for song. At least, that's what Rem told me. Being vague is the only option to make it tolerable, but I think she actually knows the truth and won't spill." You laughed and rose from the library's sofa. "So? It's my favorite story."

"That's because that girl looks like you."

"And?" You clicked your tongue.

"I dunno. I did say it was disturbing, but you don't really believe in this kinda stuff, right?" You scratched the back of your head.

"Of course, I do!" She giggled. "Ever since Rem took me in and taught me to read, it's been my favorite book." How could you forget what an oddball Misa was? You sighed.

"Alright, believe what you want. Halloween is the day after tomorrow, after all. Be as spooky as you want." Misa rose and slipped the leather-bound book back into her bag. "Are you stealing that?" You harshly whispered. She shook her head.

"Nope! It's Rem's." Oh, gee.

"I'd rather steal from the library—which has free books—a concept I just remembered for some reason than Rem. Do you have a death wish? Nevermind, don't answer that. Why did you make me come to the library again?"

"Isn't this where people read?

"...You're right. I got nothing. Come on. I need to get back to the market. I promised my parents I would pick up the pumpkins Mello grew and carved. Apparently, people are putting lights in them to make the faces glow at night."

Your village was reasonably large, set on the misty hillside of the mountain. Though the nearest city where the Earl of the region lived was a few miles down the path and knights on horses frequented here on their patrols, your village felt world's away from society. It was also relatively famous for the chapel, so travelers often stopped to visit, especially with the holiday season.

It rested closest to where the cliff dropped into nothingness. Flowers surrounded it, and moss grew up its stone walls. Vivid glass windows decorated all sides and around the wooden doors. A tower ascended from the front to where a millennial old bell sat still for just as long, for it was only to ring when the world was set to end.

Within, pews lined the plush red rug. The rug ran straight to the golden altar, where a large statue stood behind. The stained glass filtered color light upon its flawless, stone complexion. Water poured from the few holes in the body down into the small pond around it.

"Are we going to meet on Halloween?" Misa asked. "You know it's my favorite holiday! Everyone will be on the square dancing and dressed up!" You smiled.

"Of course. You know my parents would not miss a party. We can meet on my porch since it's closer?" She nodded enthusiastically,

"Yes! That sounds perfect! See you then!" The blonde blew you a kiss and skipped in the direction of her house. You smiled before turning on your heel and approaching the square.

Of course, the market would be busy with both locals and travelers. It was mid-day, and each stand had its unique, limited-time holiday goods. You had to squeeze your way to make it to Mello's stand. The blonde grimaced as you approached. Ah. He's in a good mood!

"Afternoon, Mello."

"Y/N," he regarded you. "You're really going to buy a pumpkin with a scary face? Would it really go with your garden?" You scoffed.

"It's my parents, actually, and yes! I can be scary and festive! Not as good as you, Mello. I heard that you carved lots of pumpkins for the village." He hummed and motioned to those on the wooden stand.

"Not for the village," he replied. "You still have to pay, got it?" You rose your hands.

"Of course, of course." You began to browse the selection. "Will you be attending the festivities night of?" He scoffed.

"No. Now pick your poison or leave." You smiled and reached for one with a broad crooked smile. "Terrible taste." You furrowed your brows.

"...But you're the one who made it?" Mello's eyes widened for a second before narrowing once more.

"It's one of my worse ones. I guess it'll go well with you, then." You laughed and rubbed the carved circle around the stem with your hand.

"Yep! Sounds good, Mello." You reached into your pockets and dropped a few coins in front of him. "Keep the change. Happy Halloween!" Mello snatched the coins from the table and shooed you off. You morphed back into the crowd, maneuvering your way through the group back to your house.

An abrupt, intense headache wracked your skull, causing you to suddenly stop amid the crowd and wince, nearly dropping the pumpkin under your arm. With your free hand, you grasped your forehead, but the pain only escalated and pulsed down your body. Two particularly intense strands of pain erupted on your back.

Peeking up, the crowd blurred around you, but your eyes on a figure at the corner of the inn. He was too far to make out the intimate details besides his lithe frame and brown hair. For moments you locked eyes before he disappeared behind the inn.

The pain stopped as if it was an illusion. You snapped back into reality, chest heaving in relief. A few eyes looked at you in concern, but no one stopped to ask. Thankfully so. You wouldn't know what to tell them if they asked what happened.

Shaking your head, you safely made it to your small house hidden behind a large oak tree.

"Oh! You got the pumpkin! How was Mello?"

"Charming as ever, of course. I was just with Misa at the library before that. She told me the story about Kira and his fall to hell." Your mom nodded her head and took the pumpkin from your arm.

"Ah, that's an old one. I guess she's always been the type to be into that stuff. It freaks me out, personally." You followed your mom to the kitchen.

"Yeah, me too. I try to remind myself it's not real, but there's also the small tick in the back of my brain that tells me it may be, you know?" She nodded again.

"Oh, I like this carving! Nice choice, Y/N, but yes, I do that too. Especially since Halloween, this year, is on the full blood moon. An ill omen in all tales. Luckily the town's party rids my mind of such horrors, as should yours. Anything else happen today?" You paused.

"N-no. Nothing comes to mind. I think I'm going to go find father then wash up before dinner. Is he still in the forest?" Your mom nodded.

"Yep. He's been hunting that same deer for weeks now. Apparently, it has a rack of the like he has never seen before. Something of beauty. I think he doesn't even want to kill it as much as he wants to see it again." Your dad was somewhat of a conundrum. As much as he awed and loved nature, he was a hunter who made income on the sale of its pelts and horns. "I'm sure he hasn't found it yet. Maybe you can help."

Unlikely, but you liked to explore the misty pines surrounding your village. They were too safe and had a few secret spots where hollowed logs led to hidden clear ponds. Wishing your mom farewell, you entered the pines and inhaled their thick scent.

Your dad's job was handy in that you knew the backwoods like the back of your hand. He taught you the ways to track and navigate through the seemingly identical trunks.

He also unknowingly taught you to sense when something was off with the forest. After ten minutes of traversing, you finally had the feeling of dread. The mist was inches too low, the grass droplets too wet, and the temperature degrees too low. You held your breath and glanced at your surroundings.

A silhouette. A deer's head with a rack so vertically high you thought your eyesight was failing you. Except, as you stepped closer, this deer had the body of a man standing upon his two legs. Large hollow eyes oozed mist.

"..." something was whispered into the air. You continued to hold your breath. "...—/N." The deer-man gave no indication of moving, and you could not bring your feet to even wiggle the frost from your toes. "Y/N."

Your name. Crystal clear. Your breath hitched. His hand with long, natural claws extended forwards towards you. "Y/N," it repeated. "You mus—....—ere. No t—." You could not make out his words.

"Y/N!" Another yell. This time you recognized it as your father. Eyes blown open, you wretched your eyes from the deer-man and sprinted towards the voice of your father.

"I'm...sorry."

…

"You're not telling us everything." Your father accused. After you ran head-first into your father, petrified and stumbling over every word, he urged you home and waited for you to take the bath you begged them to allow you to have before sitting you in the sitting room, the fire roaring under the holiday wreath behind you.

'It just scared me. I've never seen a bear of its size." Why are you lying? You had no idea. As soon as your mom asked the first questions, lies flowed out of your mouth like the truth. Stories you naturally never could have conjured on the spot. Stories you would never because you did not lie, which is why your parents, despite their dubious expressions, did believe you. "I swear. I just got freaked out. I think it's because of the story Misa told me today."

"That girl," your dad muttered.

"She told them the story of the man who fell to hell. Kira." Your dad nodded and rubbed his chin with his hand.

"Ah, I see. That would do it. Y/N, I know the full blood moon is coming, but there's no need to fret. Stories are just stories, alright? Leave your candlelight on tonight should you be scared of the dark, alright? Me and your mom are in the room over, alright?" You nodded. "Good. Now, what's for dinner?"

…

You lit the candle that night. In your nightwear, you sat on the edge of the bed. Muffled moonlight streamed through the frosted window and reflected off the full-length mirror in the corner. You inhaled deeply through your nose and exhaled through your mouth.

"They're just stories. Just stories." Like a mantra, you repeated this under your breath as you ducked under the covers. Opening your eyes, though, you were met with a flash of shadow in the mirror. You jumped and stared at it with eyes open enough to feel the cold air. You waited for something in the still room to move, for it to flash again, but nothing did. Thankfully.

Still, you threw the blanket off of yourself and approached to assure yourself that yes, it was nothing, and yes, there was nothing: just your reflection and the room behind you.

Until you blinked.

For a second, blood poured down your body and wetted down your clothes against your figure—wings broken and limp behind your back.

You screamed and smashed the mirror with your fist on impulse. Along with the shards, your body fell to the ground, and actual bloodied hands kept you from collapsing entirely. However, the features in the fragments were not yours. The man, the one from the square, stared back, but at this closer view, you can see his eyes.

Red.

You threw yourself back against the wall and screamed. Your door busted open, and your parents barged in. Your mother ran to your side and took your hand in hers while your father took in the big picture around him.

"I-I thought I saw something in the mirror. Misa told me once the m-mirror is the passage to the other world. I-I know it's stupid for me to react like this, but I just… I don't know. Do you think it's the blood moon?" Your parents were quiet.

'It could be," your mother said. "The blood moon is supposed to come with magic. It enables beings to crossover from other worlds, from other planes. It is the ill omen, but crossing over is all they can do. They can't touch you or hurt you. That, I promise." You nodded.

Your parents stayed with you, and, for the first time since you were literally a toddler, you slept in their room, blankets wrapped around you on their floor. Relief flooded your system when sunlight broke through the window. Though your sleep was haunted by vague images and muddled whispers, you slept through the night after the incident.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Your dad asked. "You can skip your daily chores if you don't want to do them. Tomorrow too. Aren't I generous?" You laughed but shook your head no.

"That's alright. I think if I stay home, I'll just keep thinking about it. I need to get my mind off of it. Doing chores will put my mind at ease. Some normalcy, I think." Your dad nodded, though you can tell your parents weren't eager to just forget the events of last night.

You knew someone, though, that would be eager to learn about them.

"Misa, can you keep a secret?" She bit into an apple.

"No," she replied simply. "I tell Rem everything, but that's it. I don't really talk to many other people here besides you and her, so no one else to tell, but I know Rem will mind her business. She talks to fewer people than I do." That was true. You could count the number of times you talked to Rem on a single hand, and Misa said she liked you.

"Okay, don't freak out, but…"

She freaked out.

"And they were red?" You nodded.

"Glowing. A sinister smirk on his face. His hands in the reflection, touching my own through the glass. It was the same as the one I saw in the square right after we met." Misa's eyes widened in enthusiasm and jubilation.

"It's him! It has to be! Kira!" You shook your head.

"No, my mom explained it to me. It's a spirit from the other plane playing a joke on me. She told me that after I stopped crying and fled to their room before I passed out. That story isn't real. It… can't be." Misa shook her head and leaned forward.

"It is! It's not that you don't believe it's real; it's that you don't want to believe it's real! Y/N, you have to believe me." You grimaced and backed away to create some breathing room.

"Why would I want it to be real?" You whispered solemnly. "Why would I want that to happen to me? I can't believe it's real. It can't be real. I'm terrified if it is real, okay? If my parents think it's real because I do, they'll tell the church, and if the church finds out? You know how they deal with spiritual trespassers and those they possess. I'd basically be dead. My soul stripped from my being to ensure I do not bring harm to anyone else. I would be a hollow body, Misa! Don't you get that!?" You inhaled a ragged breath.

"...Has anything happened today?" You shook your head. "It's already almost sunset, so that's a good sign, at least. Sorry, I got too excited. Your feelings and safety are important. Okay, I promise I won't tell a soul about this." You breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you. I just… don't know what to do."

"Have you gone to the chapel? The water from the statue is supposed to cure any possession." You shook your head. "Okay! I think I know your next steps, then. Come on!" She stood abruptly from the bench and held out her hands. "Let's go!"

She dragged you across the diameter of town until your footsteps echoed across the chamber. A few holy people greeted you as they did their duties. Some travelers prayed at the pews for good luck and well-being. A single man stood next to the pond where the statue stood.

"Greetings," he welcomed. "I recognize you two from town, but I don't believe we've met. My name is Soichiro. Are you here to drink from the spring?" Misa nudged you forward.

"Y-yes. Oh, I'm Y/N." He nodded.

"I see. Does the blood moon have you nervous? Don't worry. Lots of people come to do the same before a blood moon. Come and cup your hands and drink the water. Any disease in your soul shall be healed." You lowered yourself down to your knees and cupped the crisp water between your palms. You lowered yourself to sip, and you swallowed.

But it would not go down.

You began to cough, and your body convulsed with coughs. Liquid did come from your mouth, but the drops upon the ground were not clear, but a vicious red. Soichiro yelled for the other holy people as your body shook and twisted. Ropes bound your wrists, and hands steadied your head—arms wrapped around your waist to keep you as still as possible. A man placed his palm on your forehead and whispered incomprehensible words. When he finished, he ripped his hand away, and your breath was restored. You were unable to fall with the tight grip they still had on you.

"W-what happened?" You asked, feeling the tears on your cheeks continuing to inch down and the blood drying on your chin. "I-I don't know. I'm sorry."

"Take them to the purification chamber."

"No! Please, no! Help me! Someone, please help!" It was a joint effort between numerous holy people to lift your struggling form from the ground. "Misa! Mom! Dad!" you called out for, yet, in the chapel, none of them were there. However, your screaming did not stop for them until you were placed on a large chair and gagged. Your legs were bound to the bottom of the chair, and arms rebound to the arms. Holy people circled around you.

The chair you were in was much less a chair and more so a throne. Pure white metal was attached directly to the ground. Red cushioning provided comfort to your rear and back. With ragged breaths, you looked waited until one of them spoke or did anything besides watch you. It was the man who sentenced you here that approached.

"Soichiro," someone called, but he ignored them and angled his head down towards you.

"I am going to undo your gag. Do not scream. I just want you to tell us the truth if you know anything. Sometimes… they do things without signaling a mortal." Large calloused hands undid the gag, and you inhaled greedily. "Now, tell us."

"A-are you going to take my soul?"

"Speak first. I cannot make promises I do not know if I can keep." You swallowed and explained what you could to them. Your eyes were focused on the ground. The terror you would feel if his reaction was bad was too grand for you to meet his eyes. The silence after you ended your experience was deafening. "I see." He looked to a holy person nearby. "We need twenty-four-hours to prepare for the ritual. It leaves us with little room before the blood moon rises. If we do not store their soul… go now. It is much worse than any of us could have imagined." Your heart plummeted.

"W-what? No! Please! Tell me what's going on! D-don't take my soul, please! I-I want to live! I'll run away! You'll never see me again!" Soichiro stared at you with what you hoped was empathy. The bags under his eyes spoke of his wisdom and his exhaustion. He motioned for the rest of the holy people to leave, so it was just him standing over you.

"I'm sorry, child." He spoke softly, knuckles wiping the tears flowing down your face. "No matter how far you run, no matter how fast, no matter how well you hide, no matter how you continue on: alive or dead, he will come for you. The moment you locked eyes in the mirror, you were bound to him, just as you always have been." You shook your head, vehemently.

"It's not true, is it? Kira... is he…?" Soichiro smiled sadly. "It can't be… it can't be me. It's impossible." You sobbed. "How? Please, at least tell me before… before…" You couldn't even make the words out.

"My son," he began, "was always destined for greatness, but then greatness found him, and he became too great. The power he found was a single, black notebook. Write someone's name, and they would pass. It originally is from a Shinigami, a god of death, that possessed him while he owned it, but… there are forces more potent than Shinigami in the universe. He and his opponent, the one who sought to bring the mysterious killer Kira, my son, that plagued the land to justice, who we called L, always were at a battle of wits, of plans, but, in the end, my son won.

"But this victory angered others. It was they who killed him at the throne of the world. It was they who watched him plummet to hell. It was they who built the statue in this chapel and sealed him in hell so he could never return, but they have long passed. Their magic fading in time. I could do nothing in all this time except pray to angels to keep my son at bay." He paused and looked up solemnly. "You must be wondering how I am alive," He looked down at his pale hands.

"The notebook is gone now. The Shinigami that dropped it fled back to his world when Lig- Kira, was cast down to hell. I, too, touched the notebook. A scheme my son created to get ahead. The curse of it never went away, and I am now stuck to live eternity until my son ends it." He clenched his fist. "I did not know you were so close. I did not know it was you. If I did… I would have taken your soul long before you could have known life without it." You shook your head.

"I don't understand. What is my part? The book… the book only showed a cage with… someone in it. The story has no word of them. Just the girl… the weapon that served him." Soichiro sighed.

"Back then, the plane between the mortal realm and other words was thinner when angels and spirits would roam mortal lands. You were an angel. A new one. Young. Wide-eyed and drawing silver linings wherever you walked. Someone he set to ruin. Someone with a soul so pure that he can take and twist to his own liking. No one should see you except him, so he locked you away and bound his soul to yours and your soul to his. As long as he lived, whether here or hell, you would too.

"But just your soul. Unlike me, whose mortal body is stuck, it is solely your soul that has been recycled for eons. His part, the part of his soul within you, could only be awakened should your eyes meet his. Then, with his entire soul active and with the power of the red blood moon, he will be able to break the barrier that seals him tomorrow night. We must lock away part of his power, so he cannot walk this land again.

"Should he, then he will seek to claim all that was taken from him. The mortal world will fall as we know it. Those he inevitably tricked in hell to follow him will breakthrough behind him. What the world deserves for not seeing him as the god he sees himself as." Tears pooled in Soichiro's eyes. "I still love my son. The bright-eyed boy, but he cannot love. What he feels for you is something far darker, something twisted. I do not know what he will do if he finds you. You will be better off soulless." You sobbed.

"B-but the deer-man in the woods. Do you - I mean…" He furrowed his brows and shook his head.

"I don't know, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry my son came upon you. No one deserves this fate." You wretched in your bindings, ragged breaths, and eery whines escaping your mouth. "Some will be around to feed you later, and someone… someone will explain everything to your parents.

"Let me see them!" You yelled out. "Please! One last time! They don't know anything! I just want to… please, I… I get it. Why you have to do this, but please let me say goodbye. Please. I just," you bit your bottom lip to prevent another wail, "please." Soichiro shook his head. The man could no longer maintain eye contact with you.

"I can't. We cannot risk you talking to anyone lest risk his jealousy. As far as we are concerned, you are not you. You are his." You pulled against the ropes once more. "I'm… so sorry. It is best for everyone that he does not see you with others while he is powerful enough to watch this world. I hope you never forgive me." Crestfallen, he turned his back and approached the door.

"No! Come back! Please! Don't leave me alone here! P-please! S-Soichiro!" Only the slam and locking of the door met your calls.

You don't know how long you howled and wailed, how many times it echoed back in the circular chamber to your ear. There came the point where your body could make no more tears, so you were left with pathetic dry heaves. It was then that a voice whispered in your head.

"Y/N…" It was different than the voice in the woods. It was sinister, deep, evil. You focused on anything, the floor's intricate patterns, the ceiling, the running water behind the chair, the plants around the circumference of the room, anything to not acknowledge it. "Oh, aren't you a gift wrapped up for me? Clearly my father's work. Don't ignore me, Y/N. I know your every move. I know you can hear my every word"

"F-fuck you!" You cried, and he laughed. Then, he clicked his tongue.

"Such dirty words. You're not the angel I remember, fresh out of the clouds. Ah, but there wasn't much angel left, from what I can recall. Do you feel it, Y/N? It shouldn't be long now…" For a long time, nothing happened, then, like two knives down your back, you screamed. "Ah, there it is. Those screams, I do remember. I don't care if it hurts." Blood soaked the cushion behind you and flowed down to your rear. "You brought this on yourself. This is what you deserve."

"I didn't do anything!" You writhed.

"Is that what my father told you? Is that what the story says? Oh, they couldn't be more wrong, love. You denied me what I deserve. You could have fallen to hell right with me, where you can be where you belong, but you stayed. I couldn't have you running back to the angels to live your days without me. I wouldn't allow it. If I hadn't had Mikami lock you in that cage, if I hadn't bound our souls, your grave would be in the flower fields above the clouds, but you got conceited.

"Let me remind you of something, love. You are mine. Your body, your mind, your heart, your soul, what's between your legs, it's all mine. We are bound for eternity, Y/N. There is nothing you can do about it." He got quiet just as the immediate pain receded, leaving you with intense throbs.

"You… won't get the chance," you spoke through tears. "Big talk for someone who isn't even going to breach this plane." A flash of pain sparked in your skull. He chuckled.

"Oh, Y/N. Perhaps you are just as green as you were when we met. I can't wait to feel you again. To have you watch me burn the world." Silence.

Despite your exhaustion, you could not sleep. You might as well have melted into the chair in how your body did not move a single inch, too scared to bother your wounds, and have the pain come back that is still aching. You did not want to spend your last hours unconscious. No one came to feed you.

"They're coming," he said. "They'd better be quick, then. The moon is almost up out there, after all." He groaned, and you jolted at the feeling of a cold hand on your neck.

Soichiro and a train of holy people entered the room and surrounded you. He approached your limp body and undid your bounds. You did not miss him tense, and his eyes widen at the pool of blood in the seat from your back.

'We must hurry. Any minute he will come through." Soichiro enlisted others to help him carry you back up the stairs to the altar. "Twenty four hours in the chamber has amplified their soul. It explains the marks on their back from their past life. Quick, on the altar!" The cloth was smooth against your skin as they placed you.

Movement flurried around you as different scents were sprayed, various objects were placed on the ground and on the altar around you, and foreign words were spoken around you. Fatigue racked your body. There was not a single inch of your body that you could to move.

Soichiro stood over your body. Your eyes, dead and clouded, stared up at him. In his hand was a singular, transparent, glass object. Quickly, he lifted his hand, ready to plunge it down.

A loud bang resounded in the chapel, and the glass fell with a splatter of blood. You rolled your head to the side and watched two bodies approach from the entrance. All of the holy people around you were blown limply against the walls around you. It was only when they were right above you that you recognize it was Misa and Rem.

"Rem, can you carry them? Do you still have your strength?"

"Do not worry, Misa," she replied. Long arms lifted you while Misa skipped ahead and smiled reassuringly back at you. Music filled the crisp air. Lights hanging from the trees and other ornaments swept by your visual field. You groaned and lulled your head to face Misa.

"M-Misa, no." You groaned. "He's coming." She giggled and turned around. Skipping backward, her smile widened. Behind her, the crowd gathered in the village square. Their vivid garments stuck out under the lights.

"Of course I know, silly! Rem is a Shinigami just as the one who gave Kira his power. Just like he had a notebook, I had Rem's, but it was destroyed eons ago. Still, it binds me to live eternally, just like Soichiro. Luckily, Rem's cloaking magic covered me when I've met him, or he would have spoiled it all for us!

"When I saw you, I knew it was you. No matter how you may physically change, your heart and soul are always the same. Now, he's going to return to us. He's going to spearhead the new world." She twirled her hair around her finger. "Isn't that exciting?"

You had no strength to fight in Rem's hold. Even if you did, you were unsure if you would be able to beat a Shinigami.

Eyes were drawn to you as your bloodied and weak form was carried by an almost unidentifiable figure. Gasps echoed across the crowd, the music stopping as you presumably reached the square.

"They watch helplessly," he spoke. "They know you are not theirs to touch. Soon, they will all know my power. They will all know who you belong to. Keep your eyes open, love."

"Y/N! Y/N! Move! That's our child! Move! Y/N! The desperate calls of your parents broke through the crowd, but Rem presumably pushed them far back just the holy people, scaring the public to still and part for your funeral march. You heard the sick smack of bodies against a surface. Misa hummed to herself in front of you. Your head rolling back, you met Mello's wide and helpless eyes as he stood in the crowd.

Misa led you away from the crowd and stopped at the flagpole at the village's entrance gates with the group following. Rem retied you to the base of the flagpole; your arms crossed over your chest in a familiar 'X,' legs and waist bound to the pole. Misa's settled herself next to you.

"All!" She called. "Watch as the blood moon rises behind the chapel! He who fell to hell is rising again to take what is rightfully his!" She pointed to the moon as it brilliantly glowed crimson above the chapel. Murmurs rose from the crowd, suspicious and fearful. "Watch as our god returns to the mortal realm!"

The church bell rang. Its deathly reverberations echoing in your ear. The crowd fell to silence.

"Have you missed me, love?" He spoke. "Because I have missed you."

A red beam of light erupted from the chapel, followed quickly by multiple explosions. The statue, the roof, the infrastructure all crumbling by the expanding beam of light that touched the sky, screams erupted from the crowd, and they began to scramble. You pulled with what little strength you had left, but the pole against your back seized you in pain to cease your movements.

A silhouette could be made out of the beam. Large black wings spread from his back, sharp and jagged. Hands rose above his head before he dropped down in front of the chapel submerged in flames. His shadow enraptured you, and though his shadow was mostly unclear from a distance, you could make out his eyes even from here. Slowly, he took his first step forwards.

Every needle and leaf in the trees around him fell. The grass withered all around him. Ash from the sky and littered the ground. With each step, the radius expanded until more and more life died around him. Your eyes trailed to the unconscious bodies of your parents against a tree. His zone of death stretched farther than them.

"Eyes on me."

"You're going to kill them!" You screeched. "Stop this madness at once!" You shook in your bonds. Misa was frozen next to you, eyes wide in anticipation as he approached.

"Ordering me around? Perhaps you still are conceited. I think killing them will remind you of your place, hm?" Unfortunate humans were reduced to ash in his radius. The wind blew the ashes all around him, gently lifting his brown tufts of hair. "These mortals are nothing compared to you and I. Accept me as your mate. Accept the part of your soul that is my own, and the pain will all go away. You'll be dragged down to hell, and I'll bring you right back up."

Your parent's ashes were a different color than the rest.

"You know, it's been an eternity since I've heard you call my name. Do you even remember it?" You shook your head and squeezed your eyes shut. The thick scent of smoke, of ash, of death, permeated the air. "Eyes on me." He was almost here. Arms extended to the side, he approached from the other side of the square now.

"Misa, we need to leave."

"No! He's here! He's finally here, Rem!"

"His aura will kill you, Misa."

"No, I won't! He won't!" Rem, at lightning speed, grabbed Misa and flew in the other direction. "No! Put me down! I'll never forgive you! Stop!" Her voice echoed until it was out of range. Your head lashed back and forth, looking for any sign of life, but there was none: just ash, dying grass, and gnarled, graying trees.

Dressed in all black, eyes blazing, teeth sharp, wings stretched, he now stood before you with the moon on his back. You pushed yourself against the pole despite the shock of pain. The grass around you died, the bugs vanishing, but you remained fine. You stared at his feet.

"Oh, love," soft fingers reached down and tilted your head up. "You're as beautiful as I remember." Black wings encircled you, so you could only see him. "Do you remember my name?" You shook your head, and he gripped your chin harder. "Do not lie to me. Say my name, Y/N. Sew the wounds of your forsaken wings and accept your place with me." His voice resounded in you. "You feel it. I know you do. I feel your pain. Your fear. I've felt every emotion your reincarnations have ever felt. Say my name." He leaned in close.

"Kira." He clicked his tongue.

"Stop resisting," he hissed. "Say my name, Y/N." His breath glided against your cheek. His hand moved to cup your jaw, and the other trailed down your waist.

"Light." It came off your lips quickly, easily, and he smiled, eyes widening with pleasure. Immediately, relief filled your physical body, your back's pain dissolving. Your head tilted back in bliss.

"Y/N," he whispered against your neck. "Finally." He inhaled your scent deeply, hand tilting your head to give him more access. He placed a small kiss against your skin. His kisses trailed upwards, along your jaw, frantic against your cheeks, nose, until he captured your lips and stole your breath.

"Oh, Y/N," he whispered against your lips. "I love you."

#light yagami x reader #light yagami x you #yandere light yagami x reader #Light Yagami #yandere death note #yandere light yagami #death note fic #x reader #reader insert #yandere reader insert #halloween special #happy halloween everyone!

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septembersghost · 4 years ago

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many of the primary, real reasons carry on doesn’t work still all come back to swan song.

swan song was a transformative ending - for the story as it originally was. the prodigal son returneth, the rebellious one, the one who felt the need to escape, and he realizes that, in fact, he was always meant to be here, a part of this. the good soldier, the loyal son, the one who had to stay, the one who carried the weight, begins to understand that this is not a life he wants, that his choices weren’t his own, and he’d like to grab hold of them if only he could. the boy king’s struggles are central to the mythos (I don’t mean this in a bad way at all, there’s simply no denying it, and yes, this is boiling it down a bit too loosely, but - s1. loss of Jessica->rejoining his brother->looking for their father, psychic visions, s2. special children, s3. okay, this one is ultimately more about saving dean from hell...and failing. ruby and lilith are established, s4. demon’s blood, the seals, s5. lucifer’s vessel). the righteous man still has an arc, an important place and role, his own mythology, but it often gets put aside or consumed by the other, because his focus is constantly on how to rescue him, how to stop terrible things from happening. his journey is sublimated often, no matter how much we get of his perspective (or how much we love/empathize with him, and connect to his heart and soul in the story, and yes this is definite bias on my part as someone who holds Dean so close, but when you look at the conflicts and bones of the plots, as much as Dean was a beacon and touchstone, we know what happened with mytharcs. Sam was more often their center in those first five years, that was the intent of the structure. Sam gets his focus and heart and empathy too, both of them are uniquely valuable, it’s meant as a dual journey. this dynamic has radically evolved and even deepened as it has changed in the subsequent decade, which only further underscores what a travesty and disservice carry on did to them. their roles as two halves of the whole were fleshed out and defined for a reason).

and in the end, the one who was allowed to be selfish (as Jensen himself has said, Sam always knew Dean was there for him and that gave him permission to be selfish, whereas Dean’s actions were always second to his needs because having to protect and to fight is how he was raised), makes a selfless, heroic sacrifice, in a religiously-tinged poetic way, he gives of himself to save the whole world. but the thing that convinces him, that gives him the reason and the courage, that brings him back to his own mind and illuminates his soul, isn’t the world at large. it’s saving his brother. it’s the love they have for one another.

and the one who had to be protective, who had to go into battle, who had to be nurturer and warrior both from childhood, there’s a part of him that does want to die. but he doesn’t. (“Every part of him, every fiber he's got, wants to die, or find a way to bring Sam back. But he isn't gonna do either. Because he made a promise.”) so he gets up off of his knees and goes to a place that he knows will open its door, seeking kindness and recognition and sympathy, someone who knows, even if it’s only in fragments, who he is and that things lurk in the dark, who will make space for his recovery. and we know her. she has an identity, she has an emotional connection. we know her son, and that Dean cares for him, and how that will be good. (note that Ben is not an avatar for Sam. Ben is Ben.) he won’t be okay immediately. he won’t be entirely okay, ever. but he’s going to have safety, and care, and time, and the grief will never completely fade, but the worst of the hurt and the monsters will. this is a full-circle ending, bittersweet but providing catharsis and resolution, providing them heroism and agency and respect, providing them something we understand. as she takes him in her arms, we hear, “Up against good, evil, angels, devils, destiny, and God himself, they made their own choice. They chose family,” and it is deeply consoling.

so carry on reverses it, only with none of the symmetry or solace. the inverse didn’t make sense a decade earlier, and it certainly doesn’t make sense now. that decade has seen massive shifts and changes, in dynamics, in arcs, in storyline. to allow Sam to live, but in a half-life darkened by loss, while pointlessly slaughtering Dean, obliterates the meaning of swan song itself. it takes them to a place where we actually didn’t know them - pre-season 1. (and, frankly, I find it disingenuous to what we’re aware of as their characters even then, but that’s another discussion. it’s certainly not true to the 15 years we’ve spent with them and the people we know them to be and the growth they’ve experienced.)

the death, instead of being heroic and world-changing, is brutal and desolate. the choice to go on feels vacant (and has even unfairly been interpreted as self-serving, when the underlying problem is that it’s ooc), and means abandoning people they love, a home they’ve built (which they did not have in S5), and all sense of logic or in-character reasoning. Sam’s blurry wife and shadow son don’t matter (unlike Lisa and Ben). they have no personality because they are not supposed to. they are blank slates, irrelevant. because Sam’s future, unlike what would have been Dean’s, is not about recovery, it’s about mourning. Sam himself is blurred by this ending (Dean is broken, but not at all blurred, we recognize his every breath and what’s dying with him, and that, among many other reasons, is why it hurts). Sam’s essential character motivations are dropped, everything is clouded by loss. blurry wife is meaningless, shadow son is sitting in an empty hole that can never be filled. we don’t know them, nor do we care. we’re not meant to care what they were to him, or if they’ll show up in his afterlife, it’s immaterial. the absence of Dean is what matters, and it’s everywhere.

this is to allow for joy in their reunion, of course, but getting there is so bleak and nihilistic that it steals some of what should be its beauty and power.

so we sit and we struggle with it, but it’s not anything that will ever make complete sense. you can’t do an inverse of the original conclusion a decade later, give it an aura of cruel misery, and have it make a meaningful impact. it plays as a hollow imitation of itself...because that’s what it is.

#i'm not saying i like the idea of sam dead/in hell but there was actual reason and resonance in swan song #i would never want him trapped forever in the cage but we understood the REASONS here #i would prefer they were both allowed to live obviously #this is sort of a musing on context #this is stream of consciousness and idk if it makes sense but it's been weighing on me and actually SEEING swan song today #brought it into sharp relief after some more tears were shed #and i was thinking about this and it's just...yeah it's empty opposite day #someday i will stop screaming about this but it is not this day #i am not putting this in the tags #but you are welcome to reblog it if you would like to #spn liveblog #supernatural #swan song #15x20 #carry on #spn finale #spn negativity #those are all for your blacklist just in case

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theres-whump-in-that-nebula · 3 years ago

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For some reason Tumblr isn’t letting me add a title; but this is Part One of Method, an original series.

… CW: Probing interviewer; 1940s gender stereotypes; systematic abuse of women in show-business; mentions of religion; lying for the abuser; severe gaslighting

…

“And I just have to say: your performance together seemed so real!” Mick Appelgate, host of a radio show of his own namesake, was clearly thrilled with them, “Trixie, you were absolutely heart-wrenching; you made me — and I think everyone else here in the studio — cry. And… no offense, Dinah, but, uh—“

“You wanted to pound my face in.”

He laughed uncomfortably, “Well, I wasn’t going to say it quite like that; but… you do play a very convincing villain… which leads me to my next question: How, exactly, did you prepare for your roles?”

There was a pause, then Trixie spoke, “Prayer.”

”‘Prayer?’ What do you mean by that?”

”It was a very taxing role, emotionally... and— I— I prayed to God to get me through it.”

”Oh, that’s interesting: I pray before I go on the air too. It’s very therapeutic, actually… but did you do anything else to get into character, like keeping a diary, or anything like that?”

”No.”

”I did though,” Dinah chimed in, “I kept a diary.”

”You did?“

”Yes.”

“Tell me about it.”

”Well… I tried to get into the mindset of the Baroness; so I wrote down a bunch of terribly-evil things from a first-person point of view.”

”What kind of terribly-evil things, if you don’t mind my asking?”

”Murder, immorality, abuse of power— all the things people saw in the picture… If I read it aloud to anyone, I’d probably be taken away to a padded cell somewhere, never to see civilization again.”

”That’s—“

She continued, “…as I probably should be.”

”Well… That’s… Nice,” Mick wasn‘t accustomed to speaking with such a brash woman, “Let’s change the subject, shall we?”

”Certainly. Anything you like.”

”Right, uh… How has it been working with Claude Landers?”

“It’s been a wonderful experience.”

”I’ve heard from some that’s he’s a harsh man… What do you say about that?”

”Well… he’s certainly a unique personality… but he’s nice.”

”How about you, Trixie? What do you think about him?”

”Hm?”

”What do you think about Claude Landers?”

“Oh… He’s alright.“

”Forgive me, but you don’t exactly seem convinced. Did you ever have a scuffle with him— a personality conflict of any kind?”

“No, of course not! We work very well together. He’s— he’s a kind man… Very good at what he does, too…”

”Indeed, he is,” Dinah remarked.

”Speaking of what he does,” Mick continued, “Mr. Landers likes to use trained animals in his pictures. In this last one, In the Dead of Day, he used live wolves, and they were remarkable… Tell me: what was it like working with a real, wild animal?”

The airwaves went silent.

…

”Terrifying,“ Dinah finally responded, in a hushed voice, “…at first. But I suppose we got used to it... They, uh, turned out to be very nice, actually… Kind of like puppy-dogs, but the size of grown men.”

”Do you have any interesting stories about the wolves?”

”No, none, sorry,” Dinah deflected, “Other than the initial shock of seeing wolves brought onto the set, it was pretty uneventful...”

”Surely, you have something to tell about the end scene, where Lydia — your character, Trixie — gets attacked by the Baroness’s wolves.”

“Oh, yes…“ There was a certain hesitancy in her voice, “…Sorry, I’m not much of a storyteller...”

”That’s okay. Take your time.”

…

“I was— I mean, Lydia was on the ground, trying to get away from the wolves, when she— uh…” Trixie paused, “The Baroness, I mean — she told the wolves to get me...”

She continued, “One clamped down on my arm, and— oh, my arm was padded, of course; even though it didn’t look like it was, it was padded... He’s really very good at special effects, Mr. Landers is...”

”Even though it was padded, though, I could still feel the power of its jaws. They were clamping down on me, but in a good way… It still was scary though.”

”I can imagine! And wh— ope,” Mick switched gears, “Looks like I’m getting the signal from the production team that I’ve run out of time. Thank you, ladies, for being on the show; it was a pleasure talking to such talented people.”

”Likewise.”

“Tune in next week for an interview with the famous writer, Johnny Brixton; same time, same station. Ladies and gentlemen, goodnight.”

There was a chime, and then the national anthem played, signifying that the station was going to be inactive until tomorrow.

# After the interview, Dinah and Trixie put on their winter coats, and were about to go outside, when they were notified that someone had come to take them home; they hadn’t made any plans like that — they had Dinah’s car.

Nevertheless, they were escorted to an expensive black car. When they sat down inside it, the chauffer shut the door for them.

In the passenger’s seat was a tall, dark-haired man. Once the car was moving, he twisted around, pale-faced and gray with anger at the two young actresses, “You want me to lose my job, don’t you?”

Trixie denied it, ”No! Of c—“

”’Of course not,’” He mocked her high-pitched voice, “Please!”

Trixie replied, ”But we said all those nice things about you— that you’re a kind man, and—“

”Yes, yes: you said all those things; but the problem is that you didn’t believe it — you DON’T believe it.”

He began gesturing wildly, “And after all I’ve done for you! I’ve given you fame and fortune, even when everyone else shunned you; and how do you repay me when I ask you to do one simple thing? You slap me right in the face; that’s what you did.”

The two girls remained silent.

”You two don’t know how good you have it. You know that other guy, what’s-his-face, that worked on It Came From the Fall? He’s a creep. He sleeps with all his actresses. Have I ever done anything, remotely like that to you?”

”No,” Both of them replied.

”Haven’t I given you both a beautiful place to live in?”

”Yes.”

“Haven’t I given you dresses and jewelry?”

”Yes.”

”Haven’t I given you jobs when no one else wanted you?”

“Yes.”

”I‘ve given you all the respect you deserve as women, and you go and stab me in the back for it… Nice, nice,” He turned around, crossing his arms, “From now on, you will not speak to the media in any way, shape, or form. If you do, I’ll drop you both like a hot potato. Do you understand?”

”Yes.”

To be continued…

Hello, I want to beat the shit out of this guy.

#whump #writers on tumblr #angst #my writing

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raexxbb · 5 years ago

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Critic of Cartoons (SPOILERS!)

KyI figured I would begin doing on here what I do in my life. Rate a cartoon 10 out of 0 (-10 being highest/best and zero being the worst of the worst nonsense-) while telling my thoughts as to why. The third one is older and full of adventure with tales beyond what’s expected. Now on Netflix:

9 -Avatar: the Last Airbender

This may get a bit long ‘cause I want to bring each character justice. I love this show so much. I only deducted one point for the smallest of reasons otherwise it probably would have gotten a ten.

There’s a strong love-hate relationship with this show. All of the characters are incredible in there own unique way. My only issue is with the fact that the ‘hero gets the girl’ and does so by being whiny. It’s such a cliche and literally the only reason this show has a nine. The romantic element has a strong scale to hold but this show does a poor job of holding it up. Aang is fine, and I love Katara just not them romantically. Aang’s crush on her right away just rubbed me weird. I guess, it’s fine to crush on a pretty girl but to push the crush so much until she feels the same way... Katara had multiple boyfriends along the show and didn’t show much interest in Aang other then as a friend. So, them romantically together I never saw it being as Aang also pushes the chemistry. That’s it, my only issue is there in that relationship. Alone every character is very well thought out and placed in such a particular situation it makes them each perfect.

This forced kiss is the most disgusting moment in the entire show. He pushes this on her right after she says she’s confused and doesn’t know her feelings towards anyone. He’s just being childish (yes, I register he’s twelve) but if you want an adult relationship this is the wrong way to go about it. I don’t see why Katara would ever consider moving into a romantic relationship after this. Pushy is such a red-flag for me. Maybe I’m the only one that feels this way but it just outright infuriates me. Just look at how uncomfortable she looks during this moment.

Another thing I’d like to bring to light is the fact that Aang maybe a bit sexiest. I state this lightly ‘cause of the play episode in the third season. The thought came to be while reviewing Korra. Katara fights against sexism and to empower women. However, Aang became overly insulted when a woman was acting as him in the Ember Island play. Toph loved the idea of a guy playing her, but Aang just couldn’t get over his part being played by a female cast member. It is rude. Yes, everyone knows he still isn’t a girl but that doesn’t mean she wasn’t doing a decent job representing him. The fact that Katara still enters into a relationship just makes me feel like she’s going against something she stood so strongly for.

People may believe it’s because I favor Zuko and Katara but it isn’t that. Honestly, I’m no longer sure I like them as a couple anymore either. They have cute moments. There are just so many issues among all of the romantic relationships. Somehow, I found myself wishing it revolved more around friendship ‘cause the romance in this show wasn’t handled well at all.

The only reason I’d ever argue for Katara and Zuko to be a couple is because of the ending where he saves her life from Azula. I mean, yes, he put her in danger quite a few times but he was slowly redeeming himself throughout all of that. This wasn’t the only time he saved her and tried to give his life for hers. Throughout the third season of him trying to redeem himself, he tried the hardest with Katara because he had already betrayed her trust once.

Although, I’m still not saying they would’ve been the best couple either. Let’s not forget: they’re young -teenagers and children. If someone has found their soulmate already, good for them. It’s just abnormal and I’m trying to look at these relationships with a bit of a more realistic thought process.

There are a few times this show has been about friendship:

Toph was once worried about their friendships, however, one line from Roku gave her confidence and soothed her completely.

“Some friendships are so strong, they can even transcend lifetimes.” -Avatar Roku

Really love this quote from Roku~

Zuko’s redemption ark was beyond the best point in the show and had me balling the entire time, every time I’ve watched it gets my heart throbbing for this boy! What if his mother had taken him with her? His life would’ve been so different and probably a lot better! The scar would be gone. No father abuse for him! Of course, without him the Fire Nation would be even worse then it ever was.

“It was to teach you respect!” -Ozai

“It was cruel! And it was wrong!” -Zuko

“Then you’ve learned nothing!” -Ozai

“NO! I’ve learned everything! And, I’ve had to do it on my own.” -Zuko

That conversation with his father, where he finally stands up to such a horrible man was beyond astonishing. Especially seeing as it seemed like something Zuko would never do.

Although, Iroh new all along that Zuko is great.

“Then would you come and take your rightful place on the throne?” -Zuko

“No. Someone new much take the throne. An idealist with a pure heart and unquestionable honor. It has to be you, Prince Zuko.” -Iroh

Uncle has always believed in his nephew. That he would be the one to take the Fire Nation and bring balance to the world. They’re the best relationship in this show once Zuko stops being so angry.

Of course, there’s also the Mai of it all.

They’re occasionally good for each other. Their relationship is highly problematic. Mai is an awesome character alone, standing up to Azula when she’s terrified of her is great! However, Zuko and her argue nonstop and have an on-off dating history. It can be tiresome to watch. There just wasn’t any chemistry between them that I felt.

The only thing that I love about them is the prison scene. (Which could’ve been a friendship scene.)

Even when Zuko locks her away she chooses him. That is when I thought perhaps their relationship isn’t terrible. She still chooses him afterwards. Their behavior before is erratic and not that of a good relationship. Mai alone wouldn’t have been a trouble thing. Honestly, I relate to Mai as a gayer character then straight.

Although, that leads me to think about Azula, the girl of evil.

“My own mother, thought I was a monster...” -Azula

She’s only fourteen and she’s been raised by an abusive mad man. The entire background just makes me wish someone had tried to love her instead of shown her hatred. Her mother feared her, didn’t even say good-bye. Her brother had to fight her in order to save her from herself and father.

The thing that made her truly snap was her friends (only ‘cause they fear her) betray her. The last people she had on her side! She just needed love as Zuko did. It would probably take her years to recover from the madness just as it took Zuko. She needs love and help. Who was going to give it to her after the third season?

In the graphic novels, it’s revealed Zuko has her in a special insane asylum trying to give her the mental help she needs. But, she still seems tense and full of rage. It would’ve been nice to see further into that department of the Fire Nation.

These two are both extremely important. Their bond throughout the entire story is amazing. Him becoming his teacher was his true redemption, true honor came from that act. Of course, he learned so much from hunting Aang and trying to kill him as well.

Above all else, Uncle Iroh (-Zuko’s true father-) is definitely my favorite of all the characters. He’s just so warm and always does the right thing. He waited for Zuko when he went down the wrong path continuously knowing Zuko would realize his mistakes.

The White Lotus is one of the greatest things about this show.

“Don’t you know? All old people know each other?” -King Bumi

He’s just so hilarious and random. All of the great masters together in a secret society despite their nation’s differences is the most grandest thing.

Of course, another favorite is Appa.

The episode portraying animal abuse is heartwrenching. Him being taken from the ones that love and protect him only to be beaten and abused. This show goes beyond any other show in displaying all the different types of abuse in the world- emotional, physical... And it covers even more than this.

Another piece of me would’ve been interested in seeing if Aang had died and a water Avatar born to be the last Airbender. *Cough, cough* Maybe Katara? She is the most powerful bender in the show after all.

“I will never ever turn my back on people who need me!” -Katara

Perhaps instead of killing Aang off, just have them be wrong that he’s the Avatar and so whoever was actually got killed during the air temple raid. Causing the line to move on to water. Aang could’ve been trapped in an iceberg to be able to teach Katara air. Of course, that may not work if he weren’t able to waterbend and freeze a bubble around him. But, there’s definitely an air pocket in there.

It is one of the most beautiful cartoons ever created. Besides the fact I never really enjoyed Aang as the main character. All of the others are just so much more interesting then him, in my opinion.

Toph is one of the many characters I didn’t discuss. That fact just is that Toph is beyond incredible. She is the character that is ahead of her time. She proves that being disabled doesn’t mean she a person that’ll stop trying.That’s all, her blindness doesn’t work against her. Instead it works for her giving her a stronger way to see the world.

I’ll be doing Avatar: Legend of Korra at a later time. Trying to make sure I go back and re-watch everything to properly review it.

I really wish they would go back and create a show called Avatars about all of the past lives. Maybe 2/3 episodes to display each of them. There are hundreds and I’m curious to know more about them. I’d love to see Kyoshi as a badass teenager.

#NetFlix #Avatar: The Last Airbender #Critic of Cartoons #Zuko #Uncle Iroh is Zuko's true father #Katara #Sokka #Painted Lady #Appa #Animal Abuse #Uncle Iroh #Azula #Azula is a hurt baby that needs help #Mai alone #Shared Past #Avatar the Last Airbender should've been a friend show not a romantic one

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aquariumcat-shdwpch · 4 years ago

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Hello! Invented my own chapter for the game "Dead By Daylight" :”D I decided to share with you^^

P.S. Actually i was planned to recive this stuff to BHVR, but when i send the message they don't responde (and this is kinda sad xD).

Chapter name HORROR OF DARKNESS.

The Survivor: Character info.

Overview:

Name: Ann Lightway

Difficulty rating: Intermediate.

Resolute altruist with spotless mind and pure soul. Being near, she supports hope of other survivors.

Her unique perks “Let there be light”, “Saving lighthouse” and “Random luck” help to find Flashlights for personal objectives, to escape last hit and leave or make the Killer confused.

Lore:

Since childhood, Ann was kind and impressionable child. That is why she could be surprised with every simple thing or situation: something like first snow or watching TV with family.

Sometimes luck was not on Ann’s side and something could going wrong, but Ann wasn’t upset anyway, she didn't even bet at luck. Moreover, why does she need luck, if there are family and friends who can help anytime?

Ann loved family walks around the lake in City Park, and feeding ducks, that could fight for food. Ann thought that childhood will be going forever, and all about will be only better and happier.Nevertheless, one evening, her father told about bad news: he is dying and has only few month before death. Ann’s father got deathly diagnosis. Since this moment, all was going broken. All family money was spending for trying to save dad’s life. Ann was trying to do all possible moves for making last moments of dad’s life happier. However, despite all efforts, every next day, something into Ann was broken.

She became more silent, dark and always into her own thoughts. Yes, she tried to pretend all is fine, but every night she tried to not screaming while she was crying into her pillow.Unfortunately, even spent a big money to specialists, it was not possible to save life of Ann’s father. Sometime after father’s funeral, Ann moved away from close people and specifically from her mom. Ann’s mother started to drink alcohol often, and every night she came home in terrible state. Few years ago, ended institute, Ann made a decision – she want to help everyone who needs help.

She thought, her dad would like it. In couple of days, Ann became volunteer and all her time she gave for helping to homeless people. Every evening Ann fed hungry homeless animals.After another argue with her mom, Ann took own stuff and leaved hometown (Sparks, Nevada). Ann did not come anywhere… Police got a phone call about missing Ann and reacted without waiting. Looking was doing few days, and after all, police found only Ann’s personal stuff by the road.It is all what they could find. Ann is hopelessly gone...

Detailed description for perks:

1. «Let there be light»

RARE ANN PERK

You have a knack to finding light in the darkness. “Let there be light” guarantees a standard Flashlight with common Add-ons on your first completed Chest Search.

Flashlight consumption will be slower by 10%/15%/20%. Impact to killer Increased by 0%/5%/10%

«Like I said, Light always wins Darkness.»

2. «Saving Lighthouse»

VERY RARE ANN PERK

Your aura is visible to other survivors in range of 10/15/20 meters.

When injured survivors are in your range of 3/5/10 meters and catch hit, they get Deep Wounds for 10/15/20 seconds. Survivor has this time for mending himself.

Perk “Saving Lighthouse” has cool down 300/250/200 sec.

«No matter what happens, I will help you. Just find me»

3. «Random Luck»

VERY RARE ANN PERK

On a failed Repair Skill Check will, Killer will see Alert of your and closest to you Generators. If all closest Generators are in Repair process by other survivors, “Random Luck” will not work.

Perk “Random Luck” has cool down 140/100/60 sec.

«Maybe I will be lucky today.»

Survivor’s look .

The girl with short curly hairs colored wheat. Long forelock is pinned at left side, and on the right side is little curly hair tail by few strands of hair. Eyes are dark-green with confident look. Snub nose and pale thin lips. Dressed in dirty white star print T-shirt, torn moderately wide jeans with few multi-colored patches. There is bloodied bandage on the left wrist. Light yellow suspenders attached to the top of the T-shirt to the jeans. White socks and ordinary shabby sneakers with dirty soles on their feet.

The Killer: Character info.

Overview:

Name: Andy Henderson (Obscurant)

Difficulty rating: Hard.

Killer absorbed by Darkness and Desperate, he can make a Gaps and make Survivors feel fear, because he has a Power – Bowels of Darkness. His unique perks are “Hex: of the Last Forces”, “Mark of Rejected one” and “Sacrifice of Courage” and make him use injured Survivors for him own objectives, make them slower and punish them for their mistakes.

Personal map: Amusement park «Happy World».

Properties:

Speed: 4.6 M/S

Terror Radius: 32 М

Height: Tall

Lore:

Being child, Andy Henderson already knew all about desperation, when he lost her father. In this cursed night, Andy was with his dad, who was hit a car by. There was road full of blood. The Man in a car just took more speed and leaved this crime place. Until dawn, Andy sat about dad’s body. Only in morning police found him, there was his mother too.

Since this moment a long time gone, but Andy did still see that terrible picture of Death. Visits to doctors never ended something good. His mental condition became worse every day: he got hysteria, non-controlled aggression and fear outbreaks. That is why medicine doctors made a decision to stop classic treatment and turn Andy to home learning and treatment with special medicine drugs.

Few years of persistent learning and rehabilitation helped Andy to start normal life slowly. When he ended his learning, he got job in old amusement park “Happy World”. It was necessity for Andy; he has to care to his old mother. He made all possible for making mom feel good. That is why he got this job without long thoughts.

Andy has a depression like his father and last months it was harder. It was so hard to deal with complicated situations. It seemed like nothing will be worse, because it is worst situation already. However, there was a surprise – amusement park “Happy World” became close because it has a little count of visitors. It was last straw of Andy’s patience and he got a disruption. Andy injured his arms, lost a lot of blood because he hit a tree many times in rampage outbreak.

Next evening Andy turned back in park with his mother for taking his own stuff home. When they came back to the car, they met few people in masks and with knifes. Andy got a strong hit by something heavy and fell immobilized passing out. Later he awoke in same night and first what he saw was a body... That was disfigured body of his mother in garbage bunch.

All human things that left into Andy was gone. There was a new start for deep, strong Darkness. This night he left. Next day there was founded few unknown bodies expiring some black matter.

Detailed description for perks:

1. «Hex: of the Last Forces»

VERY RARE OBSCURANT PERK

While the Hex Totem is active, hit on Survivor makes him feel Status Effect “Exhausted”, what spreads on 2/3/4 last Survivors get hit.

- Status Effect works until Hex Totem is still active.

«He feels your weakness.»

2. «Mark of Rejected one»

VERY RARE OBSCURANT PERK

You become Obsessed with one Survivor. Your Obsession got Status Effect “Oblivion”.

Every successful hit to your Obsession or becoming Obsession injure, this Survivor get decreasing speed of any moves by 10%/15%/20%.

Any survivor in range of 15 meters of Obsession become same decreasing by 2%/5%/10%

You can only be Obsessed with one Survivor at a time.

«He is enjoying your helpless…»

3. «Sacrifice of Courage»

RARE OBSCURANT PERK

You are summoning Entity for influencing to Exit Gates in last moment. You punish most boldness Survivors.

When Exit Gates will be able to open, perk “Sacrifice of Courage” will be active in 20/30/40 sec and Survivor will get Alert. Any Survivor, who will try to open Exit Gates, be injured and get new Health State (from Healthy to Injured, from Injured to Dying).

«He always overtakes most courage.»

BOWELS OF DARKNESS POWER.

Darkness inside supply limitless hating and eats by hopeless evil, inspiring fear to others. Press activity Power button for making Gap at any vertical surface. The longer Gap is active, than bigger is expiring Darkness*. - Available count of Gaps – 10; - Maximum range expiring Darkness from Gap – 10 meters; - Lighting from Flashlight, Darkness turning back at 5 meters every time; - Time for activating Darkness after Gap making – 15 sec; - While cleaning Gap up and there was failure of Skill Check, time for clean will be more on 2 sec; - If Gap cleaned by Survivor up, Darkness will gone. The longer Survivor get Darkness influence, than higher is Survivor’s Status Effect “Fear”. At the Fear I, Survivors get Darkness influence more than 10 sec, begin “Stumble**” while run, that makes them slower by 2 sec. At the Fear II, Survivors get Darkness influence more than 15 sec, get Status Effect “Dizziness***” and it complements with Fear I Effects before. At the Fear III, Survivors get Darkness influence more than 20 sec, suffer from “Hand Tremor****” Effect, and drops their Items every 8 sec. That Effect complements with Fear II Effects before. If Survivors are staying on the Light, Fear’s levels are turning after 20 sec down. 10 sec on the Light – stopping “Hand Tremor”. 15 sec on the Light – stopping “Dizziness”. 20 sec on the Light – Survivors don't “Stumble” anymore. _________________________________ * Darkness from the Gap - dense, black fog, that doesn't leave place for the Light. The closer to the Gap, the stuff around is darker. Survivor's vision there is worse. ** Stumble - New animation, there Survivor starts stumble; *** Dizziness – New Status Effect and Visual Effect on borders of screen, that makes vision worse; **** Hand Tremor – Survivor drops his Item and get Alert about it.

Description of Gap making animation.

Obscurant stands up about wall. Becoming little higher and stretching his hand out, makes sharp move from top to bottom. That makes very annoying sound with terrible noise. His claws make the Gap: from this Gap goes deep Darkness out.

Available Add-ons.

- 2 Ultra Rare; - 1 Very Rare; - 3 Rare; - 4 Uncommon; - 4 Common.

Detailed description of Add-ons.

1.BLOODIED GARBAGE

ULTRA RARE BOWELS OF DARKNESS ADD-ON

Bunch of bloodied garbage that was under body of Andy’s mother.

- Killer becomes Obsessed with one Survivor;

- Obsession can not to clean Gaps up;

- Killer can only be Obsessed with one Survivor at a time.

2.DIRTY BLOOD FROM THE ROAD

ULTRA RARE BOWELS OF DARKNESS ADD-ON

Traces of blood that left on the road at night when Andy’s dad was kill.

- The Darkness from Gap is longer by 10 meters;

- Survivors after being in the Darkness starting leave black traces while 15 sec.

3.RUSTY PIPE

VERY RARE BOWELS OF DARKNESS ADD-ON

Sudden hit, that done with this item, made Andy’s mind gone into darkness. Last what he saw was face of one of hitters without mask…

- After Survivor clean Gap up, his Aura is visible to you for 3 sec.

4.DEPRESSION PILLS

RARE BOWELS OF DARKNESS ADD-ON

Those strange pills, left by father, if you take it, all around seems like unreal, but it makes you courage.

- Moderately decreases cleaning of Gaps speed up;

- While cleaning Gap up, Survivor get Status Effect “”Oblivion”.

5.NEWSPAPER AD

RARE BOWELS OF DARKNESS ADD-ON

Advertisement about vacancy for amusement park “Happy World” that found Andy.

- Moderately increases speed of making Gap;

- While you make Gap, radius of you Terror are 3 meters more.

6.MASK OF HITTER

RARE BOWELS OF DARKNESS ADD-ON

Mask that has taken off, when Andy has been attacked. It supplies him rage and Darkness.

- Time to activate the Darkness from Gap decreases for 5 sec.

7.SHABBY SIGN

UNCOMMON BOWELS OF DARKNESS ADD-ON

Old and shabby sign of amusement park inspires strange unsure feelings.

- While Survivor clean Gap and make failure of Skill Check, you see his placement with Sound Alert.

8.DOCTOR’S STATEMENT

UNCOMMON BOWELS OF DARKNESS ADD-ON

Crumpled statement of therapist for taking Andy home treatment to.

- While Survivor clean Gap and make failure of Skill Check, cleaning process turning back by 10%.

9.SPECIAL PILLS

UNCOMMON BOWELS OF DARKNESS ADD-ON

Pills for decreasing aggressive outbreaks and fear outbreaks.

- Decreases your Terror radius on 10 meters.

Count of available Gaps decreases on 4.

10.BLACK MATTER

UNCOMMON BOWELS OF DARKNESS ADD-ON

Remains of weird black matter on unknown bodies that killed in amusement park.

- Time of repeated of activation Darkness from Gap, after lighting by Flashlight, decreases on 5 sec every time, until Gap is cleaned by Survivor up.

11.SLEEP MASK

COMMON BOWELS OF DARKNESS ADD-ON

Mask for good sleeping that belonged to Andy’s mom. Sometimes it is useful.

- While Survivor is in Darkness from Gap area, he get Status Effect “Blindness” before leaving this area.

12.BLOODIED PATCH

COMMON BOWELS OF DARKNESS ADD-ON

Used plasters with dried up blood from injured arms.

- While injured Survivor is in Darkness from Gap area, he get Status Effect “Hemorrhage” before leaving this area.

13.CONFUSION OF MIND

COMMON BOWELS OF DARKNESS ADD-ON

After pills, you get bad feelings by slowly body moves.

While Survivor is in Darkness from Gap area, he get Status Effect “Hindered” before leaving this area.

14.GROUND FULL OF NAILS

COMMON BOWELS OF DARKNESS ADD-ON

Torn nails of Andy’s mother left in dust after murder.

While Survivor is in Darkness from Gap area, he get Status Effect “Exhausted” before leaving this area.

MEMENTO MORI description.

Rising above the Survivor, Obscurant open his mouth and show white fangs. Parts of the Darkness* oozing from his mouth... Survivor begins to panic and try to leave and hide. Long and dirty with something hands of Killer catch Survivor for waist and bring him closer to his ugly face. One hand Killer still hold Survivor, and other hand catch him for his back and bends, that makes Survivor’s face freeze in painful grimace and open eyes and mouth wide. Next second into Survivor’s face start to flow Darkness. It is black, viscous. Darkness attacks Survivor’s eyes and mouth. Survivor begin to shudder in agony and soften lifelessly after it. Obscurant drops dead body carelessly.

Killer’s look.

The man with short black hair and disheveled in different directions bangs. His face looks mostly like beast’s face; he has big white eyes and creepy grinning fangs. Left side of face, few parts of body, eyes and mouth covered by black spots of oozing black substance. He looks like he is melting, but still hold human form. Hands and feet are unnaturally long; fingers with sharp talons little shiver. Hands, bottom of legs, shoulders, cheekbones and hips covered by black, hard sticky wool. Ears looks terrible long, like horns with dark short wool. He dressed in torn leftovers of clothes.

#dead by daylight #dead by daylight oc #dead by daylight killer #dead by daylight survivor #killer design #new killer #new survivor #dbd oc survivor #dbd oc killer #DBD #horror of darkness #obscurant #ann lightway

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ilovefanfics2019 · 4 years ago

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Her own path

Part one: The intro and secrets.

Warnings: Some angst. A death. Mention of tortured, kidnapping and some forms of abuse. Mention of mum Kurogiri.

Characters: Shigaraki, Kurogiri, All for one and league of villains mentioned. The readers mum who my own character is mentioned. The reader Y/n =your name.

Description: Getring to know a bit about the reader and her past.

This is my first ever fanfiction I have written I hope you enjoy it.

Everyone had secrets. Heroes. Villains. Yes even villains. Especially the league of villains. Want to know what their secret is. Of course you do.

Hidden away in the league of villains base is a teenage girl who is battered and bruised with long messy blue hair with pink streaks who crys herself to sleep everynight. You may be think this girl has been kidnapped and tortured by the league of villains. Well your sort of right. Kidnapped well sort of. Tortured only by two certain league members.

Let me explain by going back to the past.

Flashback

One clear moonlit night a four year old girl was playing dolls with her mother when a loud bang came from the front door being busted open by a pale crusty blue haired male who kept his eyes focus on child who he had come for. The mother activated her quirk to protect the young girl telling her to run and get help. The younger girl reluctantly to leave her mother behind ran when her mother urged her again. Whilst the young girl made a beeline for the backdoor her mother shot vines, rocks, fire and whirlwind at the blue hair male who just dodged and disintegrated everything. Meanwhile the young girl who was almost to the back gate was swoop up by a mist like person with glowing yellow eyes. The child being as frightened as she was tried to get away but after the mist man step back into her house she stops frightened eyes widening seeing her mother being held by her sides by the blue haired male with his pinkys not touching her.

"You really thought you could keep her from me" grinned the male.

"You should known wherever you go I would find you" continued the male.

"I moved to protect her from you and your awful plans to use her for evil" the girl mother spat out.

"Well what a terrible mistake you made for not giving me the child in the first place" grinned the male.

The male then made eye contact with the frightened girl. Red eyes meeting with green eyes.

"Say goodbye to your mother little one" the male chuckled as his pinkys coming down into contact with the mother sides.

"Noooooo" the little girl screeched with tears leaking out of her eyes.

"Y/n you will never be like him, make your own choices and fight never back down" the mother whezzed out to the girl whilst holding her sides.

"Shut up" the male screeched enclosing his hand around the womens throat.

"Y/n rember ... I love ...you..." the mother croaked out before crumbling to the floor in a pile of dust. The young girl let out a wail and tears bursted out of her eyes.

"Why did you do that ... and who are you" the young girl cried out.

"You'll find out soon enough" the male grinned "and as to who I am ... your father". The young girl fell silent with shock as the two males disappeared into the night with her.

End of flashback.

If you haven't figured out yet the young girls father is none other than Tomura Shigaraki. Her name is Y/n Shigaraki. Her mother was a pro hero know as Mother Earth before quit to raise Y/n. Y/n was the result of a one night stand between Shigaraki and Mother Earth who had at the time didn't know who each other were untill meeting in the battle field one day. When Mother Earth had Y/n she keep the father a secret from everyone including from the father himself. One day when 3 year old Y/n was being looked after by her many claimed aunts and uncles. Shigaraki fount out about his child and ran into Mother Earth and told her to hand the child over to him for a plan in a secret meeting place the next day. Knowing the plan was something not good she moved away with Y/n in order to protect her but it didn't work as a year later Shigaraki fount them and well you know the rest.

Y/n for years has been tortured by her father and All For One by training her and trying to push pass her limits. The reason for this is so that she can defeat All Might by using her unique powerful quirk she was born with which is Mother Nature Decay. Y/n gets her mother nature quirk from her mother which is the ability to summon all different elements, natural disasters and animals so basically she has the whole earth at her fingertips. The Decay comes for her father but unlike her father she doesn't need to be touching people physically. She can emit it from her hands or by making the elements touch people but in order to activate it by elements she has to touch her pinky to her thumb. Her drawbacks for over using her mother nature quirk side is that her hair starts to turn green and becomes moss like she also becomes dizzy and faints. If she uses Decay too much her hands start to become dust like and she become dizzy. If she uses the both together too much she starts to glow green whilst producing a dust like tornado which swirls around her hair and she will pass out for a week with vines covering her body. Her weakness is she must stay hydrated, she has to get at least one hour of sunlight a day and have special cream on stand by to use on her hands that get crusty after she uses her Decay quirk or eles her hand will be crusty and in pain for the rest of the day until she uses the cream.

Y/n hates her father for killing her mother but she also hates him and All For One as she gets trained by her father nearly every single day and some times by All For One and if she does not comply with their orders she gets tortured. She most of the time ends up battered and bruised as she refuse to use her father quirk most of the time as she doesn't want to be like him.The rest of the league feel sorry for the poor girl but don't really say anything due to not wanting to get on the bad side of their boss and leader. The only one who ends up caring for the girl is Kurogiri who is like another mum to the girl and feels guilty for helping Shigaraki that night. Kurogiri always trys to help the girl in anyway he can from helping clean up her wounds after training/tortured sessions with her father, feeding the girl nice and nutritious meals, chatting to cheer her up, getting her a blanket that she wears like a cloak for a comfort item and he even suggest multiple time to her that he would try and help her get away for the league but Y/n refuse as she doesn't want to get her new mother figure in trouble or hurt. But one day an opportunity arises for the girl to have a new chance of life.

The question is will she takes the chance or is she too scared to stand up to her father to do so. Join her on her adventure where she proves even if your born or class as evil you can choose and follow your own paths to become someone who you want to be.

#bnha x reader #bnha x y/n #league of villains #mha shigaraki #Dad Shigaraki #Mum Kurogiri #Dadigaraki #Mumrogiri #teen reader #bnha fanfiction #mha x reader #mha fanfiction #mha fandom

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tricksheart · 4 years ago

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Devil May Cry Verse

( mostly the 5th game since that takes place after Persona 5 / Persona 5 Royal / Scramble ).

NOTES

Persona Users: Not commonly known throughout the world, they mainly exist in Japan. Are considered SUMMONERS since they deal with summoning demons, god, and angels to fight terrors that roam the planet. Only appear in time of need or when the world is about to end. Supernatural events on a long scale are usually handled by the SHADOW OP CORPS, headed by Mitsuru Kirijo. Founded in 2010, has gained some type of credibility and fame. Not as well-known as the Demon Hunters Association, headed by Skins and Fujiwara or other independent groups such as Devil May Cry.

Wildcards: After the massive battle of 1999, only a few remained that could summon more than just one persona. These are special cases, wielding such great potential and power. These are handed out at random and not chosen by bloodlines, unless there is an emergency that calls Philemon, creator of the Velvet Room, to do so. Only two wildcards remain.

Summoning: Persona Users summon in different ways but the end result is always the same. Most just call out their names but sometimes it can be somewhat unique. Some use an evoker ( third generation persona users ), others crush a card ( fourth generation persona users ) and finally, some rip off masks that adorn their faces in a bloody gruesome scene ( fifth generation persona users ).

TIMELINE

1974- Katsuya Suou, Akira’s father, is born.

1976- Maya Amano, Akira’s mother, is born. So are two half human / half demon twins, Vergil and Dante Sparda in another part of the world ( and yes, it’s canon that this was the year that they were born, Scary coincidence huh? ).

1981- Tatsuya Suou, Akira’s uncle, is born. 1982- Jun Kurosu, Tatsuya’s life partner, is born. Marries into the Suou family in later years and becomes Akira’s uncle. 1984- The tragedy at the Sparda’s home happens. The house is consumed by flames and only one twin is said to survive the ordeal.

1989- Maya, Tatsuya, and Jun become friends. In the same year, Maya awakens her Persona, along with Tatsuya in the burning shrine sat on fire by Tatsuya Sudou. Jun is said to become corrupted by a space demon god made into existence by mankind itself, Nyarlathotep and becomes JOKER. Reeks havoc, chaos, and turns the landscape into a place for demons to roam in Japan for years.

1993- Minato Arisato / Minako Arisato, the first wildcard, is born.

1994- Events of the third Devil May Cry game takes place.

1995- Nero de Angelo is born. In that same year, Yu Narukami, the second wildcard, is born.

1999- A team of persona users defeats Nyarlathotep at last, consisting of Maya, Katsuya, Tatsuya, Jun, who had gotten cleansed of the JOKER curse put upon him, and a few others. Maya almost dies from a terrible wound but gets saved in time to have herself healed by the power of the combined team’s willpower. However, not everything is well since Maya afterwards has terrible nightmares that haunt her every so often, of the world stuck in a destroyed universe and has pained heart conditions because of this. In that same year, Death, also known as the goddess Nyx, is sealed into the wildcard Minato Arisato / Minako Arisato at the age of 6 by A.I.G.I.S. Peace is slowly returning to normal but for only a short time.

2000- Akira Amano-Suou, the third wildcard, is born. The power vacuum created by destroying Nyarlathotep gets replaced by another source of chaos, the God of Control also known as Yaldabaoth. Evil demon god born from the corrupted wishes of humanity and is known to be the equivalent of the holy grail of legend. Philemon picked Akira as a wildcard, even after the wishes of his parents pleaded with the entity not to do so, saying that the child was the savior of humanity.

2001- Events of the first Devil May Cry game takes place.

2002 or 2003???- Events of the 2nd Devil May Cry game takes place.

2008- Events of the fourth Devil May Cry game takes place.

2009- Nyx / Death is summoned back into the world through the tower called Tartarus. Minato Arisato / Minako Arisato and the group SEES are able to defeat said goddess but at the cost of the first wildcard’s life, turning into a seal. Ryoji Mochizuki is reincarnated as a regular human and A.I.G.I.S. is still considered a Chariot based persona user.

2010- The Shadow OPS CORPS is established and founded by Mitsuru Kirijo, due to guilt of not saving their leader and a mission to protecting humans from disastrous otherworldly events.

2011- Yu Narukami gets sent to Inaba, Japan to live with his uncle Ryotaro and cousin Nanako. In that same year, him and his investigation team solve the mysterious murders and the supernatural fog that surrounds the town in the fall and winter months. Marie ( more like Mary Sue ) does not exist and the final demon god is Izanami / the gas station attendant the 2nd wildcard meets during his first day in Inaba. Yu Narukami returns home shortly after this.

2012 to 2013- Persona Arena and Persona Ultimax takes place. Persona users clash and fight one on one in a tournament setting. Mostly due to demon / supernatural forces but those eventually get defeated by the 3rd and 4th generation persona users in the finale.

2016- Akira, going by the false last name of Kurusu, gets sent to Tokyo on probation. Falsely charged and forced to be shipped off into the big city, he lives in Yongen-Jaya with his guardian, Sojiro Sakura. Awakens to his persona, Arsene, and gets a codename, that being Joker. Hates the name because of the implications with it from the past. With café LeBlanc being both his new home and hideout, him and his friends also known as the infamous phantom thieves steal the hearts of the corrupted and then finally shoot the God of Control in the face, killing the evil deity once in for all.

However, the power vacuum still exists after the annihilation of Yaldabaoth and falls upon Takuto Maruki, making him a false god. Creating a new reality, everyone is trapped in this world and leading blissful lives except for Akira and Goro Akechi. Thanks to efforts of Akira finally able to break his friends out of the dreams that they were caught in and Akechi’s refusal to be used as a manipulation tactic for Maruki in order for Akira to take the deal to live in the fake world, the group is finally able to return to the original reality. Akechi doesn’t make the trip back and dies, already being dead in the original reality. Akira returns home shortly after this but still believes his rival will return someday, thanks to the true ending. Akira either has a relationship with Haru Okumura, Sumire Yoshizawa, Hifumi Togo, or Shiho Suzui during this time and will carry over in later years.

2017- Events of Persona 5 Scramble takes place. Two more persona users are added to Akira’s own team. After parting ways, Akira focuses on his dream job, whether that is an actor or race car driver is only up to him.

2017-2018???- Events of the fifth Devil May Cry series takes place.

Akira is visiting Ann overseas and gets pulled into the mess of the story when trying to get back home to Japan. Meets V during this time and thinks the mystery guy is a persona user thanks to the three demons the man has but is promptly shut down. Despite the misunderstanding, the two have somewhat aligned goals and proceed ahead. The two surprisingly get along well and Akira takes a shine to one of the three demon pets that helps V fight, aka Griffon.

Akira meets the DMC gang ( Nico, Nero, and Lady ) in Nico’s van after a certain point and gets the majority of what exactly has happened. He agrees to help as much as he can since Akira can’t leave the supernatural charged land for some odd reason. Finally meets Dante and the two don’t really seem to get along, mainly due to Akira having the same aura as the Demifiend that Dante chased through a maze in a different dimension. After a few fights, they call a truce and try to work with everyone else, Trish joins the group at this point, to stop the already looming threat.

Doesn’t get to see the final battle but is told by the only one that makes it towards the top, Nero, that Dante wanted him to look over his shop sometimes since the other two were stuck in hell. This baffles everyone else, especially Akira, not really knowing why since him and Dante were always clashing. He somewhat agrees, only because there was acting schools oddly not too far away. He secretly hopes that the promise / deal is only temporary because he would like to go back home at some point and start a new life away from all of this dealing with demons / gods / supernatural bullshit.

#long post: tw #[ pull my devil trigger. DEVIL MAY CRY. verse ]#I finally finished it!!;;#now I can rest;;

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suits-of-woe · 4 years ago

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this is so typical of me but for the ask game, could you do edmund and/or the lear sisters?

YES I absolutely can, this is as much my brand as yours. Sorry for the delay in posting, I had a change of plans yesterday :)

EDMUND

Sexuality Headcanon: Only really attracted to women but if it was somehow useful to sleep with a man he probably would and probably wouldn’t mind it too much. Also, I HC him as relying way too much on sex to fulfill his need for affection. Also also, a sub, I will die on that hill. Gender Headcanon: Male in the canon but I have a huge soft spot for female!Edmund too so either works for me. Probably cis but I’ve seen some people post about trans Edmund so maybe? A ship I have with said character: Edmund/Goneril is my TRASH because it’s such a mess but it could be so good. Started off as kind of a joke/speculation for one particular fic and now I have a lot of feelings about it. A BROTP I have with said character: Edmund and Edgar!! Let! Them! Be Brothers! Especiallly pre-canon :((( Also not sure exactly what the Edmund and Cornwall dynamic is, possibly it falls under BROTP but it’s definitely interesting. A NOTP I have with said character: I’ve seen like one fic of Edgar/Edmund as a romantic pairing and. No. Just stop. A random headcanon: Has gorgeous handwriting. He’s obviously great at forgery, but I imagine his own writing is just lovely. As opposed to Edgar, who probably has a very messy scrawl. General Opinion over said character: Actual love of my life, more than is justified. He’s objectively terrible, but he’s also so sympathetic and so self-aware that it makes me love him even more. Imho, hottest character in the canon.

GONERIL

Sexuality Headcanon: I guess straight in canon? See I really like the idea of lesbian Goneril in the female!Edmund AU and I feel like...she probably has some sort of equivalent hangups around sex in the canon-verse too, but she clearly likes men so...not entirely sure? At the very least she’s definitely not at ALL attracted to Albany. Gender Headcanon: Definitely a cis woman, since that’s tied to a lot of her experiences and especially how Lear treats her. A ship I have with said character: As I said before, Edmund/Goneril is terrible but also great and has a special place in my heart. A BROTP I have with said character: Her and Regan before Shit Went Down. It was probably always a little rocky, but that scene where Regan takes her hand and they stand up against Lear together? Excellent. A NOTP I have with said character: She and Albany just have an objectively terrible relationship that makes both of them miserable. I don’t think that’s controversial, but yeah, definitely a bad ship. A random headcanon: Less of a headcanon and more a question but: where did she get that poison that she used on Regan? Unlike in a lot of plays, there’s no mention of that. I wonder if she had it for awhile, planning it for something, maybe Albany, maybe herself, maybe something entirely different. General Opinion over said character: She used to be my least favourite sister and boy was I wrong! I find her very weirdly sympathetic and I think she’s a deeply sad and desperate person with a uniquely tragic position in the fucked up world of that play, but also, a very cool evil lady.

REGAN

Sexuality Headcanon: I think of her as bi; don’t really have textual evidence for that but oh well. Definitely into some WEIRD SHIT as far as BDSM (emphasis on the S) taken wayyyyyyy too far. Gender Headcanon: Probably a cis woman, not really anything to suggest otherwise. A ship I have with said character: Regan/Cornwall is the power couple for the ages! So equal in their dynamics, so passionate, so fun and evil and tragic in a weird way at the end. A BROTP I have with said character: As I said, her and Goneril! Also her scene with Oswald is very...interesting idk, I haven’t thought about it much but I wonder if they ever had a weird sort of friendship. A NOTP I have with said character: Regan/Edmund isn’t a NOTP exactly because it’s definitely canon and definitely interesting but I think it’s just bad for both of them and not what they actually want. A random headcanon: Sometimes in production she’s dressed in every Dark Evil Villain Outfits, but I actually imagine her wearing very colourful, ostentatious clothing a lot of the time. Probably very quick to change out of her mourning clothes too... General Opinion over said character: The least sympathetic sister, but also by far the coolest. PEAK villain stanning material, and one of Shakespeare’s female villains who’s allowed to get most in-touch with her brutality in a super fascinating way.

CORDELIA

Sexuality Headcanon: Probably straight cause I’m not sure why she wouldn’t be I guess? Gender Headcanon: Probably a cis woman but in a staging where Cordelia is actually the fool I think it could be really interesting to consider as a pants role/exploration of her gender. Especially in terms of her only being able to get Lear to listen to her while she’s dressed as a boy. Maybe not an actual reflection of her identity, but still much to play with. A ship I have with said character: Ugh it really depends on the AU for her, @princess-of-france has such a great Edmund/Cordelia dynamic in her work, @harry-leroy opened my mind to Edgar/Cordelia too, but I have such a hard time choosing one just for the canon play. But Cordelia and France are adorable in every universe, so I’ll go with that! A BROTP I have with said character: Her and Edgar! I’m on the fence about them romantically but I love the idea of them being close before the play. I would have loved to see one last conversation between them at the end. A NOTP I have with said character: I don’t know that people SHIP this but the Lear/Cordelia as an incestuous relationship discourse is YIKES. A random headcanon: Way wittier than she tends to get credit for. She canonically had some connection with the fool, and I wonder if she had a similar relationship with Lear before everything, able to quietly question him in clever ways without him taking offense. She might not have realized that her defiance in front of everyone would be a step too far. General Opinion over said character: I’ve definitely moved past seeing her as the boring good angelic daughter, thank god. She’s a wonderful character! I talk about her less than the other two mostly because I don’t think I need to be in her defense squad as much, and I love villains, but she’s fantastic.

#asks #mine #king lear #edmund #goneril #regan #cordelia

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rosevanhelsing · 4 years ago

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Disclaimer: this fic is a story before the novel and has elements of the novel and the comic as well as some reference to the series. Charlie Manx character and others mentioned in the novel are not mine, this is just for fun.

Lily stood up suddenly, she had had a terrible nightmare. In it she saw her little sister wandering through a dark amusement park. The park was snowy, carols sounded, and it seemed like a cozy place, but she sensed that there was something sinister and evil in that park and she didn't know what. However, her sister was walking quietly there dressed in her unicorn costume.

- Mary, come here, I don't like this place ...

- Why do you say that, Lily, if it's very pretty. Look what it says on this sign- said Mary pointing up.

Lily looked up and read the sign: "Christmasland."

- You see it. A place related to Christmas can't be bad ... Why don't we celebrate Christmas like other people? I'm going to see if I see Santa Claus.

- Mary, no ...

Suddenly she heard a car engine and powerful headlights illuminated her, she covered her eyes in the glare, and a car sped towards her, out of the darkness, causing her to wake up with a gasp.

Lily got up and went to the bathroom. When she came back, she looked at her sister's room, Mary was sleeping peacefully clinging to her stuffed animal. However Lily couldn't get the feeling of fear out of her head so she went quietly to the office. Lily sat down and picked up her tarot cards. She shuffled the Major Arcana and made a roll of three without asking. She started on the left one, the Chariot card appeared, Lily put her hand on it and visualized an old car, driving down a snowy road, this one was of a black color so dark that it was confused with the night and powerful headlights that pierced the night just like the one she had seen in his dream

On the St. Nicholas Highway, Charlie Manx's private road, the Wraith emitted a buzz of static that cut through the carol that was playing at that moment, Charlie frowned but waited to see if something else happened. Lily turned the card in the middle, and the Devil's card appeared, when she put her hand on the card she saw a tall man, dressed in a long dark coat with skirts and a cap ... his back was turned, so that she could not see the face, and led two girls by the hand. One of them, the tallest, turned, she had a very white face with marked black veins and bright eyes. She smiled at him, showing her sharp teeth, Lily gasped and with drew her hand, at the same time the Wraith emitted static again ...

"What's going on here?" Manx wondered uneasily.

The Wraith rarely reacted, and when it did it was because some especially powerful creative soul was entering some inner passage. Manx closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, if it was what he suspected he had to locate that creative soul and make sure that, at least, he did not get in his way. He looked at himself in the rear-view mirror, he already had some crow's feet and his hair that was already scarce was beginning to turn gray, it was time to start looking for a new ally and rescuing children again.

As Lily turned the last card, the Moon, she saw the same park that she had seen in her dreams, but this time there were other children wandering around the park, all of them with a smile full of sharp teeth, bright eyes and wearing, in his hands, sharp scissors. And he observed in the sky a strange moon that, surprisingly, had a face, and he smiled at her with a sinister smile as if inviting her to enter.

Lily pulled her hand away and dizzy, fainting in her chair as the Wraith hummed again, took a detour, and returned to the real world, entering a town.

Hours later:

Lily was coming back from picking up her sister from school along with her boyfriend Jeff. He explained to her that he planned to do an auto mechanics module and specialize in historical vehicles, she said yes but was distracted thinking about her disturbing dreams. Suddenly Jeff squeezed her arm and she complained about the squeeze.

-Oh, don't be so stupid!

- Look what a beauty!

Lily and Mary looked in the direction Jeff was pointing, Mary said:

- Jeff fell in love with a car?

- Don't be silly, Mary. Jeff is a fan of antique four-wheelers.- she said with a sigh, as she followed her boyfriend

Jeff was looking and taking pictures of the Wraith, running his hand gently over the hood, and over the shiny chrome.

- It is, it is!

- What kind of car is it, Jeff? - Lily said with weariness- please, as long as you keep rubbing the car and its owner sees you, maybe she'll get angry ... like that time with the car that came out in a movie ...

- Ah, yes ... what a rude guy the owner ... if you have a car like that, you will attract attention

- You and your sister are the same, a car that you see that you like, a car that you touch ... like people who caress all the dogs they see. ..

- You are an exaggerated! ... Also this car is unique! It's a 1938 Rolls Royce Wraith! It is a rare model, very few were made, about 500 if I remember correctly.

This one is also in perfect condition. You know, my grandfather had always wanted one like this ... do you think its owner would sell it?

- If this model is so exclusive, I don't think so - said Lily

- You're quite right, miss. This Wraith is invaluable to me and I wouldn't sell it even if they gave me for all the gold in the world for it- said a soft voice

Lily turned and came face to face with a tall and thin man, who was wearing a long black double-breasted coat with skirts, light gray pants, black mid-calf boots, and wearing a gray chauffeur's cap with a black leather visor. He looked in his fifties and had crooked, pointed, brown upper teeth sticking out from his prognathism.

- What a repellent guy- Lily thought and said: - Excuse me, my boyfriend loves vintage cars.

- Well, your boyfriend has great taste in cars.

Jeff smiled, walked over to him, and shook his hand. Charlie shook it cordially and said:

- My name is Charles Talent Manx to serve you.

- My name is Jeff Stevens.

"I'm Lily Aberforth and my sister's name is Mary," although she refrained from shaking hands.

Charlie noticed the hum of the Wraith and smiled. It was evident that one of the three was the creative soul he was looking for.

"If you're looking for a mechanic," Jeff said, digging in his pocket and taking out a card, "my father has a workshop."

- Thanks young man. - Manx said putting the card in his pocket- Now that you mention it, I think it's time for the oil change so I'll bring it one of these days.

- We will take very good care of your car. My father, just like my grandfather, is a very good mechanic but nothing compared to how good John, Lily and Mary's father, was.

-Was? - said Manx

- Wow ... what a disgrace. I'm so sorry, young lady.

"As I was saying," Jeff continued, "his father was a prodigy, just by looking at a car he almost knew what a fault it had." My father used to say, jokingly, that the cars whispered to him that it was happening ...

"Jeff ... we have to go to do homework and we've already bothered Mr. Manx too much." Lily said jaded and eager to leave.

- Easy, young lady. Believe me you were not a bother. It is difficult to find nowadays boys of your age so nice and well educated. - Manx said smiling, put a hand in his pocket and took out some candy canes.

Wow ... what a disgrace. I'm so sorry, young lady.

"Jeff, don't roll with it… we have to go to do homework and we've already bothered Mr. Manx too much." Lily said wanting to leave

- Easy, young lady. Believe me you were not a bother. It is difficult to find nowadays people of your age so nice and well educated. He put a hand in his pocket and offered them some candy canes.

Jeff took the candy without hesitation and kept it thanking him just like Mary, Lily hesitated but accepted the candy with a barely audible “thank you”. Charlie watched them as they walked away, hearing how Lily reprimanded Jeff, reproaching him that he should not go telling the lives of others to strangers.

Charlie thought that the young man did not look like a creative soul but the girls had a better chance of being - thought Charlie - His Wraith was never wrong. Charlie got into the car and said to himself:

- Well, now I have to make sure which of these three is the creative soul and if they knows anything about me ... then we'll see ...

Manx gently stroked the dashboard of his beloved Wraith, and it seemed to match the purr of the engine.- Well, now I have to make sure which of these three is the creative soul and if he knows anything about me ... then we'll see ...

Manx gently stroked the dashboard of his beloved Wraith, and the car seemed pleased by the purr of the engine.

#nos4a2

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