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Oh, hello. Pt 4

The final part, aaagh!! I hope you all enjoy ,) Since the poll was almost even, I decided to split it evenly and have a slightly longer chapter with a tiny amount of drama that’s played off as a joke- with a happy ending! 💕

Larissa Weems x Fem!Addams!Reader

4/4. Not proofread, english isn’t my first language, some parts of the canon are changed.

Changed the formatting a little to make it easier to read :)

TWO time skips, minor (hours)

Tag list: @miaivy @insomniac-nerd-posts-things @lea-maximoff @larissaweemsrealwife

Hours had passed since (Y/N) and Larissa let bygones be bygones and apologized to one another. Hours since they had both fallen asleep in one another's arms. The soft serenade of silence combined with the chipper of crickets outside lulled them into a deep, undisturbed sleep. They wouldn't have woken up if it weren't for the rays of light seeping through the blood-red curtains- which were coincidentally slightly ajar. The rays of light made their way onto the sleeping faces of the two women, who were entwined into one another. They perfectly fit into one another's structure, almost as if they were made for each other. Sculpted for one another by the gods, where one cannot be complete without the other. Larissa was the first to wake up, eyes fluttering open as a ray of sunlight shone onto her eyes. She groaned annoyed-ly at the disturbance of her slumber. She just had the most beautiful dream of (Y/N)… (Y/N) that was in her arms…right now? Larissa sighed happily, it seems like it wasn’t simply a dream. The woman she longed for all these years was soundly asleep in her arms, she could feel her warm breaths against her neck- a notion that allowed her to bubble up with love. But also a fear, Larissa was afraid of rushing things, of coming off too strong and driving (Y/N) away again. She never wanted to loose her, if she could, she’d freeze time and stay in this moment forever. But alas, moments like these seem to flash by too quickly, and (Y/N) began to slowly move around in Larissa’s arms. The fluttering of her eyelashes making a soft scratching noise against Larissa’s neck, grumbles and quiet complaints about the break of her slumber were heard. Larissa chuckled at the woman cuddled onto her, as her hands slowly began brushing into (Y/N)’s hair, the light that was seeping into the room fully covering them. It was like a scene straight out of a renaissance painting, ethereal.

“Did you rest well?” Larissa softly asked, brushing stray hairs out of (Y/N)‘s face. Her voice almost brushed with the worry she felt, she didn’t want to come off to strong and drive (Y/N) away again- she couldn’t bear the thought of loosing her.

“Mhm..” (Y/N) answered in her sleep riddled state, moving her face out of the crook of Larissa’s neck, “To be honest, I haven’t slept this well in years” and it was true, she hadn’t, not since she was a student at nevermore and found herself falling asleep in the arms of the taller woman after a stressful exam. Whenever she’d try to go to sleep after leaving, she always felt as if something was missing- as if something that should be there wasn’t there. But what she didn’t know is gay Larissa felt the same way, and the ever growing pressure of being principal- which increased when Wednesday was admitted to the school, only made her insomnia worse. And her now filled arms felt empty.

There was a moment of silence between them, eyes getting lost in eachother, melting in the pool of the other, almost drowning. Sharp breaths. Warm breaths. It was too much for Larissa to handle, she could feel herself melting from the inside out. Oh how they longed for the other to do something, to make a move. (Y/N) froze, her hand entwining itself into Larissa’s. The tension was so volatile that it could be cut with a butter knife. The blanket that covered their legs was tangled between them as (Y/N) moved closer, eyes fluttering but never leaving Larissa’s- which seemed to widen in curiosity and longing. Their hearts were beating, almost in perfect synchronization. This was it, (Y/N) thought to herself, this was her chance to go the thing she’s been wishing to do ever since she first stepped foot into the Nevermore halls. To kiss Larissa. She began to lean in, their stares so intense, it was like a scene from a movie. Their faces inches apa-

Knock knock

…(Y/N) jumped in her place, starting Larissa along the way. Who could that be? They both thought, worried expressions on their faces. Larissa was the one who eventually stood up, she couldn’t take the embarrassment any longer and it would he awkward if they just sat there. But she frowned as she stood up, not feeling that familiar warmth and bubbliness that filled her when she had the confused woman still sitting on the bed in her arms. She brushed off her skirt and straightened her posture as she made her way to the door; (Y/N) furrowing her brows and sitting up straight on the bed in return, patting down her messed up hair in a desperate attempt to make it look decent. Larissa quietly cursed the person who was knocking on the door under her breath, for taking away this sweet moment from her. Her cheeks flushed at the moments before the knock, she assumed that (Y/N) was going to kiss her, or perhaps she was just staring at her- she didn’t know. She hoped that she was going to kiss her, she wanted her to kiss her. She shook her head to stop her thoughts from wandering, and finally creeped the door slightly open; only enough to see who was outside. “Ah.” Larissa said, nodding at the shorter frame that stood outside of the door, foot tapping on the wooden planked floor beneath her, “Miss Addams, goodmorning.”

Wednesday was hesitant to knock at first, not wanting to disturb the women in their room. But almost half of her ‘Macabre Psychology’ class had passed without the professor showing up. The class was beginning to worry and assigned Wednesday to go and find her aunt, it made sense as to why they chose her, but she had no clue as to where her aunt actually was at first. She tried various locations, such as the principals office or the library. She even tried the conservatory, only to be rushed out of the classroom by Ms. Thornhill for disturbing her other class. She was clueless until a thought struck her; Aunt (Y/N)… Aunt (Y/N), always late to everything! That’s it! She was simply still in her room. And so Wednesday made her journey to find the missing professor, knowing that she did share the room with Principal Weems… and well, she didn’t want to disturb and end up finding herself being lectured by the principal yet again. But her class depended on her, and although she didn’t usually care for the gratification of societal norms- she did admit that there being a lack of a professor in the classroom halted their studies, and would only result in Wednesday having less time to write, which was not looking well. And so she did knock, expecting her aunt to open the door with the dreadfully cheerful face and blabber out some excuse as to why she was late. But alas, she door creeped open and she found herself face to face with Principal Weems. “Goodmorning.” She replied to the principal’s greeting, “Is Aun- Professor Addams there? She’s been absent from almost half of the class. It’s lucky we didn’t all die of boredom.” She frequently accidentally refer to her aunt as her aunt, which people usually didn’t mind but, for some reason Principal Weems did not care for it.

Principal Weems, used to Wednesday’s dark sense of humour, wasn’t phased by her choice of wording. Instead, she simply crossed her arms and nodded; providing some sort of insight to the girl, “Yes. She’s just woken up, I’ll send her your way once she’s ready.” She told her, unaware that (Y/N)- by the time Wednesday had started talking- had already gotten up and prepared herself for the day. And that she was now standing behind her with a smug smile on her face, “Ahem.” Was all (Y/N) said, it was enough to cause Larissa to jump slightly, clutching her waist. “Christ-“ Larissa mumbled under her breath, startled by the woman’s sudden appearance behind her. Wednesday chuckled- it was unbelievable, this family, Larissa thought to herself. They were all the same, in one way or another, she just happened to find herself in the middle of them. Lucky her. She moved aside to let (Y/N) pass, she watched as she smiled at Wednesday and the pair of them walked off into the distance to the Macabre Psychology classroom, chatting incoherently between themselves. Her eyes softened when she saw how much (Y/N) cared for her niece, it was sweet, seeing people in moments where they do not realize how adorable they are. Larissa wished she could take a photograph of it, to remember it forever, but she did not have a camera. What she did have was responsibilities, especially since today was the day of the Rave’N- and even though she was going there as a chaperone- she was ecstatic since (Y/N) would be there by her side. So she had to ensure that everything went according to plan, nothing can go wrong. Hence the overwhelming amount of planning she had to finalize, she would see her beau later, but now, it was time to step out of her fantasies and be Principal again.

~~ Timeskip , Trip to Jericho, 3 hours before the dance~~

(Y/N) was so glad to have finished teaching her classes for the day, the time to unwind finally found her when she was offered to chaperone a small group of students- Wednesday, Enid, Bianca, and Xavier- to the neighboring town of Jericho so that they may purchase outfits for the dance. It came to her by surprise, from none other than her fellow colleague, Marilyn Thornhill just as she was passing by the conservatory.

“I hate to ask you, I know you’re on your break but.. I really have some important family issues to deal with” Marilyn said as she explained her situation, not giving any further insight on what kind of family issues she was experiencing. Or perhaps it was because (Y/N) did not want to intrude on the woman’s personal life and simply didn’t ask- either way she felt bad for the situation Thornhill found herself in and accepted. This in turn only caused the red headed woman to smile and nod sharply, “Thanks a bunch, I owe you one (Y/N)” she replied with a sweetness laced in her voice, it was almost sickening. (Y/N) didn’t question it though, and took up the opportunity to also bond with these four students, and make sure her niece wasn’t getting into any trouble outside of school bounds. She returned the smile and watched as Marilyn made her way back into the conservatory, red boots making stomping noises on the floors. They were very unique boots, you could spot them from a mile away, maybe even in the darkness. But she simply shunned away anymore thoughts of the red boots and continued her walk, but instead of going back to her room she made her way to the nevermore gates, passing by groups of students as she smiled and said hellos. Lo- and behold, the four students were waiting there, a bit confused as to why she was there and not Ms. Thornhill.

“Professor Addams?” Enid asked, a smile on her face. She couldn’t deny that she did prefer her over Ms. Thornhill, she was more lenient with them, less strict. And she was Wednesdays aunt, whom she already felt drawn to. (Y/N) smiled back and made her way closer to the four, “Hello Enid. I’m here in place of Ms. Thornhill to accompany you four to Jericho.” She explained, providing light to the situation as the confused expressions left their faces. “Would you four like to walk or shall I drive you?” She asked, as grins spread on all their faces- save for Wednesday, who only smiled on extra special occasions, and not usually infront of a large group of people. The group eventually came to the decision of driving there, as to not waste time so that when they returned they would have an extra hour to get ready. (Y/N) agreed with this, as she had to be at the hall earlier to help prepare everything. With this, they walked over to (Y/N)’s car, a gorgeous red 1959 Chevy- straight out of a cheesy romcom movie. “Nice wheels.” Bianca said, as she entered the car, followed by her classmates. (Y/N) chuckled and sat in the drivers seat, the leather seat already dented perfectly to her shape, she used this car frequently, and it showed. “Thanks, it was a gift, I’ve had it since I was a student here”

Over the course of the trip to Jericho, the five of them engaged in conversations about various things. Of school, of work, of the excitement for the dance, and of special talents. The students got to know a bit more about their professor, and (Y/N) certainly got to know more about her students. Once they arrived at their destination, they immediately scattered off into corners of the town, browsing different dresses of various colours and sizes. All except for Wednesday, who was busy staring at a dress in the window of the antique and oddities store. “Oh?” (Y/N) inquired out loud, as she passed by Wednesday’s tranced state. It seems like her niece, who was so against the idea of social situations, wanted to buy that dress for herself. And it certainly did match her personality, with the dark black eerie fabric and the cobweb like tulle on the collar. It looked like something straight out of an Edgar Allan Poe story, “Wednesday?” (Y/N) said, to get the girl’s attention- it worked wonders as she turned from staring directly at the dress to staring at her. “Yes…?” Wednesday questioned, the usual grim expression plastered across her face. “Are you interested, in that dress?” (Y/N) asked with a sliver of a smile on her face, Wednesday just nodded, and turned back to the window- almost hesitant to buy it. “What are you waiting for then?” (Y/N) said, breaking Wednesday’s trance once again as she walked towards the entrance of the store, holding the door open just a smidge- a sort of invitation. Wednesday- surprisingly- smiled at the invitation and made her way into the store which was filled to the brim with oddities and unusual things, something that was certainly enjoyed by both Addamses. After all, it was in their nature to love the unusual. As Wednesday acquired the dress in her arms, (Y/N) skimmed through some shelves which were filled with trinkets and her eyes landed on an intricate pair or earrings- clad with pearls. She smiled at the thought of Larissa wearing them, they’d compliment her platinum blonde hair nicely, and make her eyes pop. It would certainly make a lovely gift… or was it too much? Too soon for gestures like this? She wasn’t sure, but her confusion and desperation must’ve been so obvious as she felt a tugging on her blouse jacket. “hm? Sorry- I wasn’t paying attention.” (Y/N) said, turning to her niece, who slightly frowned at her state of not paying attention. “I said, are you okay?” Wednesday repeated, crossing her arms. (Y/N) chuckled and rested her shoulder on the shelves, facing Wednesday as she provided an explanation to ease the girls worried state, “As your teacher, yes I’m perfectly fine. As your aunt… not so much, I’ve found myself in a dilemma regarding these earrings” she said, gently taking the earrings in her arms and swinging them in-front of Wednesday. Who, in turn, raised her eyebrows. “For you? Or someone else?” It’s true, the rumours of the sudden close friendship between the professor and the principal spread across the school like wildfire, some even suspected something else, but the actual thought of it never crossed Wednesday’s mind until she saw the distressed state her aunt was in over something as simple as earrings. (Y/N) sighed and gently took the dress out of Wednesdays arms, the look her niece gave her was enough to know the answer, and so she went to the counter and paid for both the dress and the pair of earrings- which were placed in a seashell box. She just hoped that Larissa would enjoy them, at the very least.

~~time skip, THE DANCE!! ~~

After a long and tiring day of planning, shopping, and stress it was finally time for the Rave’N- the highly anticipated Nevermore event that was surely the talk of the town. The students buzzed with excitement the entire day and most seemed like they would burst with joy at the thought. The sun had set and the twinkling of stars only added to the mystical vibe that surrounded the hall. The staff had already been there an hour ahead, making last minute preparations and such. Larissa was wearing a beige, almost silver toned dress whereas (Y/N) was wearing a deep maroon dress that hugged her in all the right places but not too intensely. Larissa, being the principal, had to be there first before any of the other staff members arrived to the venue, and (Y/N)‘a entrance made her breath hitch in her throat- she was surely a sight to behold. She was wearing the same color she wore back in their Rave’N, it was sad in a sweet way, as things had come full circle and Larissa found herself in awe of the woman infront of her once again. Only this time it wasn’t followed with sadness and jealousy, only happiness and joy. Perhaps love, definitely love. (Y/N)’s eyes scanned the venue before she took her place standing besides Larissa, they exchanged smiles and simple hello-s before silence engulfed them. “You look beautiful, by the way” (Y/N) said, quietly, almost as if she didn’t want Larissa to hear it. Larissa blushed, which was extremely difficult to achieve on its own. The pink appearing on her cheeks was noticeable in contrast to her pale skin, it made the shorter woman besides her chuckle a bit. “thank you.. ah- so do you!” Was the reply Larissa managed to get out in her flustered state, still managing to keep up her confident demeanor, she was naturally good at speaking her mind- usually anyways. This was a different case though, the feelings she felt for (Y/N) were unlike any feelings she’d ever felt for anyone before, they were pure, raw, and terrifying. It excited her.

Before (Y/N) could reply, swarms of students had begun walking in, and the sound of happy yells and laughter diffused across the room like a strongly scented perfume. The overall atmosphere was so positive one couldn’t help but smile and dance along to the beat of the music, which was only further emphasized by the chilly winter-like decorations. (Y/N) clutched the seashell box in pocket, deciding it was really now or never that she’d have the chance to give them to Larissa, even though she would have preferred a movie private situation. “Issi-“

“Would you like to dance?” Larissa said, accidentally interrupting (Y/N)- who let the idea go and just decided to give the earrings to Larissa another time- a more personal time. “Sorry for interrupting” the taller woman added, letting a bit of laughter slip through her apology. (Y/N) shook her head and joined in on the laughter, “No, no, it’s okay, and I’d love to dance with you.” She said, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. Larissa jokingly rolled her eyes and extended her arm for the shorter woman to take, which she did, and led her to a more secluded part of the dance floor- the students would definitely have something to gossip about now- but neither of them really cared about that. Once they had both reached their location, a sight in silvery beige and maroon, the music began to slow down into an almost dreamy tune and the sweet riddled voice of Dean Martin began to sing. Larissa smiled sweetly at her dance partner, as they both held hands, both nervous to initiate the dance. Who would make the first move? Neither of them knew. They stared into eachothers eyes, a habit they developed with one another, and almost naturally- began to sway to the music. It was like clockwork, the way they danced, as if they’d been dancing together their entire life when in fact this was the first time they had ever danced this romantically before- at-least together anyways. It was heaven, nothing could ruin this moment between them, or the tension that lingered in the air. (Y/N) moved closer, Larissa looked like she was going to faint at this; but simply extended her arm to wrap around (Y/N)‘a waist, if nobody had ever thought it before it was certain that they looked like a couple- especially in this state. It was something out of a romcom, almost too good to be true, a dream perhaps. But no, this was no dream, it was reality. Their reality.

Then, the first drops came. The cruel prank played upon Nevermore by Jericho teenagers. The blood, the screaming, the panic. Atleast it wasn’t real blood, not that (Y/N) would mind, but it would’ve definitely soured the mood more. The professor didn’t even notice the blood at first, before Larissa’s expression turned sour when looking at her. “What’s wrong?” (Y/N) asked, worried that she had done something to upset the taller woman. Larissa shook her head and looked up, that’s when the rain of blood started, and so did the screaming. All of a sudden, the entire hall was drenched in blood, the people within it included. Most of the students were panic ridden, while others looked hurt by the prank. Larissa was one of them, she looked like a lost puppy, just staring blankly at the distance. She had gone through great lengths to prepare this years Rave’N, she wanted nothing but her students to have a night to enjoy themselves and the atmosphere. But it didn’t seem to matter, all of that preparation was flushed down the drain the moment the first drop appeared. (Y/N) gently placed her hand on Larissas face and moved it to face towards her, “Don’t blame yourself.” She said, almost as if she could read Larissa’s mind, but she didn’t have to- the pained expression on the Principal’s face said enough. That’s when the power was cut, as if it couldn’t get any more disastrous. (Y/N) moved forward, being as close as possible to Larissa as to not loose her in the darkened room. Larissa didn’t know what to do, her heart was racing, all thoughts of the dance left her mind and the only thing she could think of was how close (Y/N) was to her right now, it was almost unbearable. “Oh darling…” Larissa whispered, a barely audible sound of yearning as the lights of the auditorium shut off. The dance was in the midst of it’s height when the power closed, causing a shock within the student body. (Y/N)’s breath was heavy, their bodies closer than before, lips barely apart. She could close the gap right now, set aside all of their yearning and teasing and just do it. She wanted to. She needed to. *They* needed to. Larissa’s position hitched, she couldn’t see the woman she held onto infront of her, but she could feel her warmth- and her floral perfume that sent her insane. “Please don’t torture me any longer” Larissa said, breath buzzing on (Y/N)’s lips. “But you know how much it excites me..” (Y/N) said, before leaning forwards. This was it, after so many years of yearning they’d finally admit their love for one another, how desperate they needed one another. How, like a candle to its flame, one could not exist without the other. And so they finally kissed, and what a kiss it was. When their lips met it was like they were incomplete before this kiss, perfectly fitted to one another- almost made for one another. The sparks between them were so strong you could almost see the light that illuminated from them in the blacked-out room, it was a dangerous game they were playing; the lights could come back on at any moment in time. It only made it ever more exciting, and suddenly a dance that seemed to go very badly suddenly went very well. It was a perfect way to end the day, and to end the years of longing between them. They were finally complete.

Made whole by one another.

Thank you all for following along with me throughout this journey, it has been so fun writing this series and I hope I provided a good ending! I will probably write a one shot about the earrings though so ,) look out for it! More Larissa to come, of course <3 ❤️💋❤️💋❤️

- A question, would you guys be interested in one shots relating to (Dracula) & (Cersei Lannister?) please let me know!

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I posted 251 times in 2022

That's 220 more posts than 2021!

113 posts created (45%)

138 posts reblogged (55%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 104 of my posts in 2022

#idk man - 79 posts

#give me ideas - 73 posts

#scp foundation - 64 posts

#scp - 62 posts

#scp+x+reader - 34 posts

#scp 049 - 33 posts

#y/n - 29 posts

#fanfic - 23 posts

#scp incorrect quotes - 20 posts

#scp 682 - 15 posts

Longest Tag: 59 characters

#bro i don't even blame wished he stabbed me to but with....

My Top Posts in 2022:

SCP INCOHERENT QUOTES

Y/n: EEEEEEE *holding clothing hanger*

Able: Why are you holding that?

Y/n: Thank the Lord your here, any chance you have a sandal on you?

Able: Why the hell- Are you seriously afraid of such a small thing? *stares at roach*

Y/n: Easy for you to say- Aaagh-! Don't poke it-!

Able: Pussy-

Cain: Whats with the screaming?!

Y/n: Do you have a sandal on you by any chance?- Oh my fucking gosh it's gone-

Able: Where- *Looks at cain* Oh- Oh *Grin*

Cain: Huh?

Able: *Untying shoe lace* This will only hurt a bit...Hehehehahahaha

Cain: Why are you laughing? *steps back*

Able: Oh God how long I've waited for this moment *raises boot*

Cain:No wait-

Dining Room

Cain's Screams and Able's manic laughter in the distance*

049: I should go check-

035: Don't,go.

049: But-

035: But nothing.*Sips tea*

Meanwhile

682: *Watching Able chase Cain with a boot while Y/n struggles with her life trapped in a corner trying to swipe the flying roach with a clothing hanger*

999: *Worried noises*

Duvet: tweet (Pathetic)

682: Agreed *Nods*

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SCP INCOHERENT QUOTES

Y/n comes home after a fight

035:And what happened to you? (Knows you got into a fight but also wants to know the gossip)

Cain:Are you alright?(Concern)

049: Oh dear, come here I'll disinfect those scratches (Disappointed bird noises)

682: (Doesn't care just watches)

999: *On verge of tears, gives you candy*

Able:... Did you win? (Not worried only wants to know if you won or allowed yourself to get your ass beat)

Cain:Able!

Y/n: Yes (Proud)

287 notes - Posted May 28, 2022

SCP INCOHERENT QUOTES

Able opens Y/ns room: Hey woman make me pizza- what the fuck-

*Y/n yelling at mic*: YOU MOTHERFUCKING BITCH PENNYWISE DANCING CLOWN LOOKING TRIP ASS MOTHER FUCKING LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE-

Y/n: MOTHER FUCKER I SWEAR ON MY MOMMAS GRAVE I WILL FUCK YOU UP DOG-

Able: *Silently watches you rage*

Y/n: YOU DUMBASS BITCH GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE WAY- NO NOT THAT WAY!!!

049: What is with all this screaming-?!

Y/n: I WILL FUCK YOUR DAD AND GIVE HIM A CHILD HE ACTUALLY WANTS-

049 Shocked: Oh my....

Y/n calming down: Yeah, yeah, that's it!!!

682 entering: Shut the fuck up your too fucking loud I'm trying to sleep-

Y/n: Yeah that's it- NO YOU MOTHERFUCKING PV$$Y ASS BITCH-

682:....I'm not even surprised-

Y/n: Okay so go left and there you will see the exit to the maze- No not that left- YOUR OTHER LEFT DUMBASS-

049: I believe we should leave...

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049 x sick y/n because I love him?

°~•SCP HEADCANNONS 5

(Weird thing is while making this I'm sick too)

(049)

*Dramatic sound of scalpel hitting the hard concrete floor*

Your... sick? How did that happened? Is she/he receiving attention?Are they eating well?-

A million questions will come out of his mouth. His worry is very clear from the start.

Is it a disease you have? A virus perhaps?

Or have fallen ill because of the dreaded pestilence?

The researchers through the intercom try their best to calm him down, saying you just have the common flu.

They are not real Doctors, they can't sense the pestilence like himself.

He would try to get the researchers to let him out to find you and tend your sickness. Alas, he isn't allowed anywhere away from their line of sight.

He made an effort to break out that entire week but it was futile so he went on and refused to cooperate with the foundation staff.

In the end they let him see you. Not so nicely shoving you inside the chamber quickly locking up behind you.

He carried you immediately and brought you to bed, mindless brutes! Treating a patient so horribly! No wonder you haven't recovered yet!

What was that? Your alright?-No no no no, He knows you well. You are sick- No buts!!! You will be resting in that bed young lady/young man!

You'll only be able to get up to use the restroom to shower/take a dooky, daily check ups and- damn that's pretty much it.

Don't worry! He'll make sure your never bored during your stay!

He will make sure your comfortable in bed, that one star pillow well be replaced with a softer one from his Doctors bag. He will read whatever books he has to offer in his chamber or will Recite you poems that he himself made for you.

Fuck you wanna sleep with a lullaby he'll also do that. You'll be hearing the most soothing songs he has heard during his time exploring Europe. Your mind filled with the most beautiful melodies

Any paper work staff try to give you will go back untouched, he'll make sure not to tell you so you don't stress about it.

"Don't worry Dear they were just asking how you've been" a small little inoffensive white lie. No harm done!

Now let us imagine if you were sick with something incredible hard to cure? Just like, let's say the pestilence?

Well... There is nothing much more left to say other than you will be brought to his cell but met with a very much different approach...

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My #1 post of 2022

SCP INCOHERENT QUOTES

*Cue calming morning music*

*Able sleeping in peace in his room, finally letting his guard down*

Y/n: Pass it over here

035: Here

*Passes another red cup*

049: You are aware he'll get mad if he wakes up and sees this?

035: Oh cmon doc, like live a little! *Balancing wooden plank*

682: *Watching from afar*

Cain: He won't be very happy when he wakes up-

Y/n: This is for destroying my homework-

Cain:But you shouldn't take revenge-

035: He burned your crops in minecraft

Cain: That bitch-

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aftersamu · 3 years ago

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hello hello !! i’m here for ur ask game :D

1. i love anything arts related !! whether it’s sketching, dance, makeup, baking¿.(no idea if that counts), bullet journaling, or painting, they r most def my jam !!

2. i’m a huuge overthinker in the sense that i mostly live in my own head ?? i’d attribute it to my introversion,, but my brain is constantly going miles a minute and shuffling through idea after idea

3. my goal is to become an eng teacher !! it’s largely bc i had sm awful experiences w bad teachers,, that it made me want to at least prevent smt similar for other people in the future,, but also bc i love literature analysis/literature in general !

unsure abt enemies to lovers for u,, but the facts u provided made me think sm abt tsukishima !!!

like making playlists for each other && sharing music,, him constantly making excuses to spend time at ur house when ur baking but it’s just bc he loves seeing u in ur element + freshly baked goodies !!,, and also him listening to u talk abt ur latest interests w a fond smile aaagh

STOP THAT'S TOO CUTE !!

okay! for you, after a lot of thinking, i'm going to say... sakusa.

it's the type of enemies to lovers where you too are so different it feels like an opposites attract situation... ya know? i'm thinking that this was a long time thing, dating back to childhood. let me elaborate !

sakusa is sakusa, we all love him, but he can be a little cold and a little too blunt... and to have someone question your goals or hobbies because it doesn't fit with him is SO icky.

yes, he knows how to analyse situations and make judgements that would be best fit – but at first, he was more of a: blue curtain is a blue curtain, type of guy. he didn't care about "finding the deeper meaning."

arts ≠ sports : you didn't understand what was so appealing about hitting a ball over the net, and he didn't understand why you were so interested in the arts... or becoming a teacher.

but alas people grow up, and when sakusa was stuck trying to figure someone out before a big game you brought up a point along the lines of: maybe you should look into their personalities as well. and he was mind blown.

the two of you sat together looking at every little aspect, combining everything you know with everything he knows – he was so impressed, and not once did he criticise. you actually warmed up to him that day.

#★ : games !!#it's enemies to lovers #i cannot explain it all in a short post

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12, 19, and 20 for the ace attorney ask thing!!! EXCEPT for 12 you cant say a character that people are already begging to see again (klavier, franziska, gumshoe, etc)

12 - Character you’d like to see come back?

Does Vera fall under the stipulation? probably not but definitely vera I think in AJ she (and a lot of characters really!) got a good setup to make interesting comebacks the same way the trilogy had reoccurring characters (tho it would be a lot more intentional this time and a lot less space/development management) but Alas AJ never got a sequel and she was banished to the basement. On a lesser note, all of DD’s cast I love them so so much

19 - Favorite character design?

AAAGH NO DONT MAKE ME CHOOSE there’s. there’s so many. man if I had to choose ONE it would probably be aj era Ema I adore her not only do I think it’s just stellar on it’s own, but also with the added layer that it’s a translation of her rfta design, tho I’m pretty sure the two were in development at the same time? I can’t find solid timelines online about when rfta was released but it seems really close to aj anyways anyways first Of all I love everything about the design I like the messy ponytail and the bag of overflowing chemicals that shes probably not allowed I love her little watch I love her bow tie i love that she’s an aa women who’s finally allowed to wear pants I love that as of soj Ema is the only ace attorney main character shown to posesses a smart phone i love her snackoos I lov

20 - Worst Motive?

hi. this got long. Under the cut is post trilogy spoilers.

ooooo. hm. quick context I’m racking my brain for aa4-AA6 motives just because I’m remember those games better than the trilogy. I don’t wanna cop out and go with the no motive ones (Kristoph / Phantom) because wheres the fun in that. actually youre walking through my whole thought process with me here we go. in aj the motives are 1) kristoph 2) self defense also the jig is up 3) oh no the international cops are on to me and 4) covering tracks. All solid motives! (Not getting into Kristoph I like what the game did with him and while I wish he got a little more screen time and also a sequel I think the game did a decent enough execution) dd has oops! All spur of the moment murders except for I wanna say 5-2 so I guess you have to go a layer deeper and go what was the motive for the evil thing they got caught doing. Ted was selling bombs on the black market I believe moneys a decent motive. L’belle was broke because he wouldn’t sell his products (???) that’s. Actually really dumb but in a fun way I do like dd. Means was taking bribes so money again. And both cosmic and tommorow came back to oh no my secret identity! so i think the two motives of dd boil down to money and identity. I don’t know how the special episode ends sorry I’ve yet to make it all the way through. Ok soj the motives are 1) that one thing. whatever that one thing gave you 2) God I hate magicians 3) revolution 4) parent issues 5) both parts are politics. going deeper on the kurah’in side of things just runs into the inherit issue that soj has which making a country that kills all its lawyers was fucking stupid and having the American/Japense lawyers save this ”backward“ country is bad on levels beyond storytelling. so I’m not touching those. Storytellers motive is decent 👍 Magicals is stupid because first of all dude that was like a decade ago second of all your trying to ruin the life of an actual child and also collaterally damage an anything agency.

so that leaves us with Monstorus and Magical and honestly I had way more fun with Monstorus so magical had the worst motive out of the post trilogy ❤️ Sorry that was long

#Yeah motive was a ramble mess that’s mostly because it doesn’t take a lot to get me behind a motive.#also the soj rant showed throw a little. anyways thank youuuuuuuu I hope you enjoyed me rambling about how much I love aa4 that’s what-#2/3rds of this was ❤️#aa4 spoilers #dd spoilers #soj spoilers #ashen.rambles

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RWBY Ancestries Chapter 5 Part 2 of 3

* Hello Everyone! I’m back with part 2 to the 3 part chapter 5. I’ll admit took me longer to write but that’s because I have been busy with work and didn’t have enough energy to fully finish this part. But here it is and hope you all enjoy!*

* Also to clarify because I completely forgot to explain how the dialect goes here’s a chart. So you all won’t be confused. *

Talking: Something.

Thinking: 'Something'

Telepathy: 'Something'

- Schnee Manor -

Jaqcues: Arthur! What are doing here?! Nevermind, that, why have you been not answering my attempts to contact you?!

Watts: Hmm? Oh yes! How rude of me. I have been noticing your attempts contact me but you see I’ve been preoccupied with other matters at the time. Such as making it to your lovely home. And as you see I had the trouble of bringing my colleagues along with me.

Jaqcues Schnee is honestly baffled by Arthur’s blunt explanation. He had been having a panic attack for a good two hours before he started his attempt to flee, and here comes the source of his unrest and what does he say?

Jaqcues: You mean to tell me you avoided all my calls today, just so you come to here to tell me you were busy with other matters?!

Watts: That would summarize what I just said yes. But enough about that, you see I need to ask a favor of you. You see my colleagues and I are in desperate need of shelter and transportation for the night. So because of our partnership I thought that, well, if you allow us to borrow one of your personal ships.

Jaqcues couldn’t believe what he was hearing. This man who had persuaded him to give him access Atlas’s Control grid in exchange for assurance that he would have been the victor of the election and to have Ironwood’s figurative head on a platter. Seemed like a worthwhile deal at the time. Now, Arthur assumes that he has him around his finger. Because of this, Jaqcues finally sees his fears are coming to fruition.

Jaqcues: You’re leaving. What’ve our previous arrangement, your promise of my victory against Hill and Ironwood.

Watts: Oh yes, well you see some pressing matters compel me away for the time being and well I cannot simply ignore it for the time being. Though I have not forgotten about our deal.

Jaqcues: Oh really now, and what assurance do I have to know you will keep your promise.

Watts: Well, on that matter it will need to be a matter of trust.

Jaqcues: Trust, how exactly do you expect me to trust you? Not only have you not yet fulfill your part of our agreement but you are also asking me if I could lend you a airship. If anything I’ve put more trust in your hands than you can assure me.

Watts: Jaqcues I just need this small favor and then you will have-

Jaqcues: NO!!! YOU’RE NOT GETTING ANYTHING MORE FROM ME! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT I HAVE RISKED FOR YOU?! AND THEN YOU ASK ME FOR MY DAMN SHIP!! I’M TIRED OF YOUR DAMN PROMISES AND NEVER GETTING THE RESULTS I WANT! WELL GOOD SIR I’LL TELL YOU WHAT I SHOULD HAVE TOLD YOU WHEN YOU FIRST CAME TO ME! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE, TAKE YOUR FUCKING CHEAP PROMISES, AND FUCK OFF!!!

Jaqcues takes a few deep breaths to recompose himself, but damn did it feel good. Honestly, while he is normally never so vulgar he must admit after these past few days he feels he needs the stress relief. He looks to Arthur to see he has an unamused face, but he couldn’t care less about what this man cared about.

Watts: So...I assume that this means the end of our partnership then, yes?

Jaqcues: Oh gods sakes- YES! I’m ending our partnership!

Watts: Oh good, I just wanted to make sure. Tyrian if you’d please?

Jaqcues: 'Tyrian? Who’s- Wait where did that Faunus go-!' AAAGH!!

From behind him felt two arms wrapped around his mouth and torso in the span of a two seconds, then in less than one he felt the stinging sensation of a needle being stuck into his neck and feeling a injected dosage being sent into his body. In a matter of three seconds he feels light headed and has feeling of vertigo. He looks towards Arthur only to see in appear to move in slow motion. Then he feels the most disturbing thing he has ever felt in his whole life. The Faunus behind him exhaled a breath, what’s terrifying is that the breath seemed to sting like residue of burning Dust. And when he spoke it was like hearing a spectral phantom.

Tyrian: Oh what fun!~ It’s been awhile since I have seen Watts lose his nerve like that! Bet you feel special, don’t you.~

Jaqcues:MMFF! MMMMFFFF!

Tyrian: Ssssshhh. Don’t rush the moment.~ Saver it.~ My poison won’t kill you just yet, it’ll just make you experience everything at ten times more sensitivity. Oh how I wish this could go one for longer.~ But alas we are rushed on time so~!

Jaqcues: MMAAAAFFFF!!!

From behind Jaqcues, Tyrian unwrapped the arm around his torso, switching for his mechanical tail, and used one side of his bladed weapon to impale Jaqcues from the back. Without ever having his Aura unlocked, the blade finds no resistance in going through his abdomen. The blades, thanks to the poison, feel like they could have been chainsaws being stabbed through him at ten times the agony. It was a pain too much for the old man and in a matter of seconds to them, his eyes rolled into his skull and hangs his head limp, succumbing to his injuries.

Tyrian then looks behind the suit of the man just murdered and sees the pool of blood coating the prestigious white suit, and begins to cackle. His laughing is heard by his colleagues and besides Watts, who is unfazed by his antics, disturbed the two youths. While Emerald and Mercury were no strangers to killing, having to do so on occasions, the pleasure that Tyrian was getting from this was disturbing none the less. They haven’t found out until recently that the man was a infamous serial killer and that shocked them quite a bit. Eventually settles down his laughing and places the dead man on the floor.

Tyrian: Aaahhh!~ That was very savoring, out of all the victims I killed, I think that will stick with me the most. I mean who else can say that they killed someone as big as Jaqcues Schnee.

Watts: Yes, yes, you can celebrate your popularity later. We have pressing matters at hand.

Tyrian reluctantly does as Watts says and along with Mercury and Emerald, move pass Jaqcues Schnee’s dead body and make way to find where the ship garage is. Not knowing that they had a hidden witness watching their escape from the crime scene. Their watcher was none other than Willow Schnee, who was hidden around the corner of a room near the front door. She had a hand covering her mouth silencing any noise that they could hear and bore a haunted expression.

Originally, Willow came out here because through her camera system around her house, she saw her bastard of a husband strike her poor youngest child Whitley across the face and dared asked him to apologize for it. She had lived with the man’s neglect and mental abuse of herself and her children for many years, but never was she aware that the bastard was actually physically abusing her dear boy. Out of all things that man has done to this family, that is what broke the camels back. She was done, she was so done with this man’s abuse to her family. She was going to confront the man herself about this and see just how long had he been mistreating her children as such. But before that, those people came. They killed her husband and she could only watch hidden away from their sight. Now Willow could only feel shock but also despair. Why? Because now, all the years she had spent trying to keep her family safe from that man, were wasted. After finally finding something that could incriminate him enough to send Jaqcues away for good. The man is killed in her home. Which now means that everything, the evidence she held was null and void. For how can one incriminate a dead man.

Now those people are in her house, looking for a escape. But then she had a horrifying thought. What if they find anyone else in the house, more specifically her Whitley. She needed to find him before they do and get to safety. Who knows what these people will do to any of them if they find either of them. However, while she feels much complement to find her son, she feels as movable as a stone pillar. Had the assailants scared her to the point of fearing to move?

Willow: 'No...NO! I need to get to him before they do! Now is not the time to play frozen statue right now, your son needs you! ....my son.....my baby.....Who probably will want nothing to do with me. No! Don’t think like that, even if you had been the worst example of a mother you need to get to him! His life is not yet decided, you can save him! ....but I’m afraid....I don’t want to die....what can I do to save him if I can’t save myself....'

Willow can’t help but feel frozen in place. As much as she tries to move her will is to weak to make her move on her own. She looks down and in her right is a half full bottle of ‘Six Swans’ white wine. Willow recalls taking the bottle with her to give her courage to confront her husband and hasn’t let go of it since. She looks at herself, the daughter of Nicholas Schnee a renowned huntsman and founder of one of the biggest Dust company on Remnant, who is a foolish alcoholic who can’t even lift a finger to save one of her own children. She desperately wanted to I cry at her cowardice. For all the years she allowed that horrible man to ruin her own and her children’s lives. For being a failure to her father’s name. Why couldn’t she had been like him? Where did all of her courage go?

She looks towards a portrait of her father on the wall next to her, as if it was casting judgment on her she looks away in shame from her father’s gaze. Too ashamed to call herself a Schnee. What would he say if he saw her now?....Maybe a sip of her wine will numb her pain? Yes. Numb her and take her away. She brings the bottle close to her lips, just one sip couldn’t hurt.

...

Immediately she tore the bottle away from her face and turns away in disgust. What she been thinking? How could she possibly even think of getting drunk while her defenseless boy is alone at the mercy of these assailants. She looks towards her father’s portrait once more to see his eyes as if they were looking into her soul, disappointment clear in his lifeless face. She swallowed a very large lump in her throat, and not even looking at the bottle, she turned it and poured it’s contents on to the floor. She may have failed as a daughter and a mother, this she knew to be true. But she’ll be dammed before she’ll let her son suffer a worse fate than her. With one step forward, she moves towards the staircase and in the direction of Whitley’s room. She will not lose him, there’s still time. If she was a failure, so be it, but she will save her precious boy.

- Somewhere In Mantle -

Jaune: Auuuughh...

Jaune wakes up having a splitting headache, wondering had what happened. From what he recalled they were flying to face the Wyvern, he was hearing more of the same voice in this head. One the thought was imagining. But what happened after that. He opened his eyes to see he was in the deck, with all his teammates scattered about-!!!

Immediately Jaune refocuses and sees that he lying in a crashed airship. That was right they did crash, right after colliding with the Wyvern. It was coming back to him. He rose to his feet only to wince a moment later, but continues to stand. He surveyed the deck to see if his teammates are okay. He moves forward, using the wall as his support, he sees Ren being the closest to him and sees Nora right next to him. Huh, even in a airship crash and they still are inseparable.

Jaune: 'Not the time Jaune'

He moves his gaze past the two and sees his youngest teammate... With blood on his forehead! He immediately moves to the boy’s side and shakes his shoulder gently but urgently. He knows that since Ozpin no longer aiding Oscar in his training, he still doesn’t know how to manage his Aura’s protective abilities.

Jaune: Oscar! Oscar can you hear me, please you got to get up!

Oscar: Uuugghh... Was’ that. Jaune is that you- Agh! My leg hurts! What’s going on?

Jaune: Turns out our plan didn’t go as smoothly as we thought buddy, we got hit by that Wyvern pretty hard. Hang on, let me heal you you’re pretty banged up.

Oscar: Wait shouldn’t you save your Aura, I know you’ve been training it but healing somebody else’s still takes a lot out of you.

Jaune: Hey don’t you worry too much about me, from where I’m standing you are in some desperate need of healing. Besides I’m the leader here so I can pretty much order you to accept the healing.

As Jaune starts to amplify Oscar’s healing, both Ren and Nora starts to come to. They untangle from each other and noticed their two other teammates. Nora is immediately alarmed by Oscar’s critical condition.

Nora: Oh my gods, Oscar! Are you ok?! Oh I knew we should have had you in a secured seat!

Oscar: Nora! Don’t worry I’m ok. Jaune’s is healing my aura so I’ll live. Nothing fatal.

Jaune: Don’t think that’s gonna calm her down there buddy. (Noticing Nora’s still panicked state)

Nora: What happened? One minute we’re in the sky, now we’re grounded!

Jaune: The Wyvern is what happened. Turns out our plan didn’t work out, because it went back to flying to hit us again.... Oh my gods! Ruby and the others are still out there!

Jaune after done healing Oscar to the best of his ability, reaches his scroll and tried to contact Ruby, only to see that it was damaged during the crash.

Jaune: Damn it my scroll is damaged! Nora is your scroll working?

Nora: Let me see... Oh no mines busted too! And it’s the fancy new one too.~

Oscar: Wait... where’s Ren and the pilots?

Both take notice of their absent teammate and see that he has made his way to the cockpit.

Jaune: Keep an eye on Oscar for me a moment, I’ll check what Ren’s up to.

Nora:(Nods) You got it fearless leader. Don’t take too long, I’m kinda starting to feel claustrophobic in here.

Jaune moves towards the cockpit, using a small bit of his semblance to heal himself. While not at 100% he would gladly take anything if it meant he could help his team. As he reaches the cockpit Jaune does find Ren, right next to the pilots who look like they didn’t make it through the crash.

Jaune: Ren...are they?

Ren: Dead, both of them. Appear to have suffered from the impact of the crash.

Jaune closed his eyes in sadness, he knew Ren was somber over their deaths. These men were the same ones to fly them during their first mission when they came to Atlas and got their modifications. While not particularly close to either pilots, it was sad to see them suffer such a fate. He recalled trying to warn them of the danger but alas he couldn’t get there in time.

Jaune: Ren...I-

Ren: How did you know what was going to happen?

Jaune: Huh?

Ren:(Turns to face him) How did you know that the Wyvern was going to attack us? Because even I didn’t sense that before you apparently had.

Jaune:(Looks to the floor) I...don’t know.

Ren: How could you not know! Jaune I’m not blind, Nora and I could see that something has been bothering you since this mission started and you’ve been zoning out for instances at a time. I know it’s not sleep deprivation because I male sure you don’t wander into the night to....Look just tell me what’s going on, Jaune, I don’t want there to be anymore secrets that we have to keep to ourselves. Please.

Jaune: I....I can’t explain it exactly but I can try. It’s like I’m hearing something or someone trying talking to me but I can’t see them. I thought at first I was imagining it and blamed it on my nerves, but it persisted. I kept hearing them, and the weirdest part, I feel like a familiarity with the voice, but it’s of a person I have never met before. I didn’t want to say anything because I thought it would bring down the team but here we are. I’m sorry if it doesn’t make sense but that’s all I got.

Ren tried to process what his friend told him, given how bizarre it sounded. It sounds like someone or something was trying to contact him telepathically? Not too out there as there are different semblances in Remnant but they knew no one with such a ability. What’s worse is that Jaune doesn’t know who the person was. All in all while it doesn’t explain how he is able to hear such a voice, Ren could clearly see why such a thing would be bothering Jaune. It’s not everyday you have something talking into your head.

Ren: I’ll admit what you’ve said is strange, but not unsympathetic. I guess one would act strange if they heard someone talking to them in their mind. Sorry if I seemed too pushy on the matter.

Jaune: No you’re fine Ren, I guess I shouldn’t keep things like this to myself too often. Make myself crazy. But maybe let’s not explain this to Ironwood or Ace-Ops until we have a proper explanation for this. They may try to lock me up for being crazy.

Ren: You’re not crazy. Though I do agree that we should probably keep this incident close to the chest.

Jaune: Thanks Ren. Oh! Yeah, forgot do you have your scroll intact. The rest of ours are damaged by the crash.

Ren: I do. I’ve been trying to get in contact with Team RWBY but to no avail. However, I have been able to use the ships distress beacon to pinpoint the location of the other airships crash site. So hopefully we can find them.

Jaune: Ren, this is brilliant! I never knew you were so good with machines!

Ren: Well when you have been with someone who’s as hyper as Nora, you have a lot of time to get things done quickly.

Nora: I heard that mister!

Both winced at their fellow teammate overhearing them about the slight comment about them, one thing was for sure. They were both in trouble once this was over. Once they were all ready they made the difficult of breaking down the airship’s escape hatch. All of them came out one by one and they gathered together once they were a good distance of away from the ship.

Jaune: Ok so Oscar and Ren’s scrolls are the only ones that weren’t destroyed from the crash. Which means can track the others location and meet up with them.

Nora: Alright, lets get moving then.

Jaune: Ok let’s move out team.

*Clang*

Jaune: Huh?

They all look to see what Jaune stepped on and sees that it was a piece of a Atlesian Knight that was in beyond repair damage. Upon noticing their full surroundings they see that they were surrounded by mangled and destroyed Atlesian Knights all over the place.

Oscar: What the-? Why are there Knights here? I thought they were supposed to meet us at the rendezvous point.

Ren: The way they were damaged doesn’t look like they fought the Wyvern, it looks like they were facing a human sized opponent, maybe more than one.

Nora: Guys....look.

All three boys turned to their female teammate and saw what she was holding. It was a piece of a glass knife. With a distinct orange markings. The sight of the weapon caused Jaune’s blood to run cold.

Jaune: No...no, no, no, No! That can’t be what I think it is. There’s no way!

Ren: Who else do we know that happenes uses glass weaponry.

Jaune as much as he wants to deny the truth, the proof was in his presence. Cinder Fall was alive, and apparently she wasn’t alone. He clenched his right hand into a fist. He desperately tries to calm his thoughts but the negative emotions and thoughts were coming faster than he could handle. His brow furrowed in anger.

Jaune: 'She’s alive. Cinder is here In Mantle. But if she’s here then that means....!' RUBY!

His thoughts are going a million miles per hour as it was not hard to picture the scenario. Ruby and her team were here but in a state of shape he didn’t know with a woman who’s got a fierce vendetta against his silver eyed friend. Who could be in a vulnerable state. While he’s standing here just doing nothing about it! Quickly he snatched Ren’s scroll and earning a cry of protest from his fellow teammate but dismissed it.

Jaune: Change of plans! You guys need to contact Ironwood and send back up. I’ll go find Ruby and her team.

Nora: Jaune wait! Where are you going!

It was too late to stop their leader as he made a mad dash towards the direction of the other ship. Hopefully with enough time he can make it there before them. However his team did not have the same thought he did. Quickly Ren chases after him only turning around to call out to Nora.

Ren: Nora! Stay with Oscar I’m going to go with Jaune.

Nora: Wha- Like hell I am!

Oscar: Wait shouldn’t we be sticking togeth-WOAAH?!

Nora proceeds to pick up Oscar and carry him by the shoulder and makes chase after theirs two other teammates. Not noticing the two figures watching over them from a roof of a building. Cinder Fall watched as the blonde fool took her bait and now sees that they are making the path to the target she and Neo both seek. Ruby Rose.

Cinder: Come Neo, looks like our time for vengeance is at hand.

Neo: (Grins sinisterly)

-End of Chapter 5 part 2-

Preview: Part 3

Ren: Jaune you need to stop! You’re not thinking straight!

Jaune: Cinder Fall is out in the streets of Mantle, probably planning to make Atlas another Fall of Beacon and you want me to calm down!

***

Qrow: Team JNPR is not here!

Winter: Could they have?

Qrow: No, they’re not dead. We would have found bodies if that were the case.

****

Whitley: M-Mother what are you-?

Willow: Whitley we don’t have much time we need to leave the mansion! There are intruders in here, they’ve attacked your Father already. So we must leave at once!

*****

Watts: It appears we are not alone...Tyrian, Mr. Black, you both know what to do.

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???: Oscar, Oscar! Can you hear me!

Oscar: ...Ozpin!

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Salem: Jaune Arc, I finally found you.

#rwby vol7 #jaune arc #cinder fall #lancaster #willow #jaqcues schnee #arthur watts #lie ren #nora valkyrie #oscar pine #Well i did it i completely maxed out my post space for this #Meeting Is Neigh #jaune is salem's descendant theory #rwby ancestries

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osmw1 · 5 years ago

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Dimension Wave Chapter 30 — A Springboard unto Death

“I bite my thumb at thee, Miss Kizuna!” Yamikage shouted out from the deck.

We’re back at sea, as we usually are. The only thing different was that water surrounded us in every direction. There was no land at all to be seen.

“Oh, picking a fight, huh?” “I can take no more squid!” “I understand, but Sheryl, you too must give due respect to our bounty.” “… I’m not wasting food. Just repurposing it.”

The first glance of yet squid again had Yamikage shrieking, while Shouko chastises Sheryl for loading our lunch into the ballista. But there were two others.

“Ahaha, you guys are hilarious!” “Ugh… why did I sign up for this…?”

Tsugumi had a good laugh, but Alto was far less impressed. How did the six of us sailors end up like this? you may ask. Well, let’s go back to about a week ago, to the day after we beat Dimension Wave.

We decided we needed a day off. Actually, it’d probably be more accurate to say that we needed a day to walk to the Second City to research the newly implemented items. By chance, we bumped into Romina and with the warm support from everyone, I had her make me a new weapon out of the parts I got from gutting Cerberus. Romina eyed me with suspicion when I handed the items to her, but she said nothing of it and forged me some proper equipment. I mean, it was only natural that I stood out just a little when I’m the only one with a huge inventory of Cerberus’ parts.

In any case, what she came up with was the Cerberus Slaughterer—an unadorned blade that like nothing but an oddly matte black kitchen knife. A weapon forged from the mats of a boss monster that powerful, it should be accordingly lethal. Well, should… … but I wouldn’t know. I didn’t even have the Energy to equip it. So, away it went into my inventory, biding time until I can wield its potential.

Then, we went shopping to check out the updated weapon types, Stones of Mediations, and other new stuff in the game. Along with a newly purchased reel, I had a beaming smile plastered on my face as Shouko, Yamikage, Sheryl, and I made our way to the Second City. Then, I saw it.

—The lure.

It was glimmering—no, rather, it was glowing. We came across a merchant selling a lure that would glow in the dark. Or better yet, a lure for night fishing. 10,000 serin was its price. As soon as I showed any intent on purchasing it, Shouko immediately tried to stop me. You absolutely cannot buy this, Kizuna. Do not be swindled, she pleaded, but alas, it was to no avail—my wallet would soon be 10,000 serin lighter.

“You are being completely cheated by the merchant! Please, just listen to us!”

I had no regrets. I still have no regrets because, though it unbeknownst to any of us at the time, I definitely did not make a bad decision. At the end of the day, I went to bed and slept soundly, pleased with a peaceful and successful shopping trip.

The next day. After deciding that I should regain my lost Energy, we set off back to our floating home base of a sailing ship. Things were still fine at this point.

“We may not risk thee taking damage, Miss Kizuna. Thou art best to rest in the cabin.”

Maybe I was still tired from all the shopping I did the previous day, I left the deck to the rest of them and went to a nap as suggested. There are two bedrooms in the cabin. But for some reason, I felt a little embarrassed to be the only one sleeping and so, I locked the door before the Sandman visited me.

“Gah! Help!”

A few hours later, I was awoken by the racket outside. I stepped up and out to the deck and immediately understood the situation.

… my fellow party members were engaged in some sort of act of piracy.

To sum up the bizarre turn of events unfolding in front of my very eyes, my sister, Tsugumi†Exceed, was about to be thrown overboard. In the water waiting for their meal were three Blue Sharks. Honestly, it seemed like a slapstick routine more than anything.

“What the hell are you guys doing?!”

I snapped to my senses and shouted at them. Shouko was the first to respond.

“Executing a stowaway!”

All of my attention was on them. Something must’ve happened while I was asleep, but frankly, I really didn’t want to know. I just didn’t have much of a choice but to talk things over with them.

“Come on! Tsumugi’s my sister! What the hell happened?” “Judgement upon stowaways on our vessel!” “You stay quiet!” “… stowaways are shark food.” “I don’t have a clue what you mean.” “Seajacking shall bring demise unto us!” “I told you to stay quiet, Dark Shadow!”

Our arguing brought me nowhere closer to understanding what was going on, but at least I saved Tsugumi for now. I had to coax them out of their frenzy before I could get a good grasp of the situation. Apparently, while I was sleeping, a group of four that were stowed away in the bilge tried to hijack our ship. Our party members engaged the hijackers at the bow and easily rounded them up, as the hijackers didn’t have any naval combat–related skills. —And then.

“Are you for real?!”

That still didn’t explain anything. Then, they told me they were discussing what to do with the hijackers when one of them called out to Shouko.

“Remember how we were allies?”

He tried to fish for sympathy. It seemed like they were the people Shouko used to run with before coming to us. After seeing how well we did in the Dimension Wave, there were snide remarks about how “the likes of us Spirits” must have played dirty. It made Shouko’s blood boil, and so now, the hijackers were being dangled above the water.

“I’ll make sure to spread rumors.”

His last words were befitting of a heroin in a dating sim game. With one down, it leaves three.

“Goodbye to you two, too.” “We’ll kill you in the next Dimension Wave.” “Wh—aaagh!”

They sure can talk a lot of trash. It was a slog to get through what Shouko and the others had to say too, but I had little choice but to listen. Anyway, it turns out that the hijackers found Tsugumi hiding in a barrel, hoping to pop out and startle me.

“What a bunch of tools!” “Yes, they were quite the characters.” “Don’t pretend like you didn’t go crazy either, Shouko.” “Sorry…”

I never woulda thought that she would flipped out like this. Tsugumi then began to explain why she was here.

“I snuck here because you and your party seemed to be having so much fun, big bro…” “What, did you have enough of your permadeath run?” “I muttered that under my breath! You weren’t supposed to hear that!”

Unfortunately for you, I’m not hard of hearing It’d be weirder if I couldn’t hear you since I’m standing right next to you. And it’s not like I have super good hearing either. … not that I know of, at least.

“What’s a permadeath run anyway?” “… it’s a roleplaying thing in VRMMOs.” “Hmm, don’t think I’ve heard of it.”

According to Sheryl, it’s common in virtual worlds where you can’t voluntarily logout, making it kind of like a “if you die in the game, you die in real life” kind of roleplay. The rest of the party would kick you and cut off communication if you die, I assume.

“Wait, I didn’t know they were doing that!”

Well, I’m not about to criticize anyone how they play the game, but I can’t say I’m enamored with the idea. Maybe the frontliners are more dedicated to their role because they play on permadeath rules. Who knows.

“If everybody’s okay with it, maybe we can let Tsugumi into our party.” “But of course.” “We are indebted to your sister for bequeathing us her aid during the Dimension Wave.” “‘kay.” “But I mean, y’all just tried to feed her to the sharks…”

None of them could look me in the eyes. Did you think I’d forget about this? Tsugumi joined our party without an apology from any of them.

True to their words, the hijackers had been spreading false rumors about us back in the cities. Alto caught wind of it, explained the truth, and seemed to have turned the tables back on them. Glad that someone’s got our back.

And those were the events that led to Alto joining us.

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